Yesterday was gardening day for me. My knock-out roses look like complete crap, so I’ve admitted them to the ICU for care. Every six weeks, I’ve been administering a cocktail of three different sprays: One is a 3 in 1 fungicide/fertilizer/insecticide, which basically means I have no idea what the hell is wrong with them and therefore will shower them with everything in a desperate attempt to save their lives. If someone told me pissing on a toad under a full moon would help, I’d do it. Poor toadie. I also sprayed the soil with this liquid aerifier so that nutrients and other essentials can get to their roots. Last, I spray them with something called “Golden Tree,” which apparently is supposed to be the saving grace for trees and shrubs on their last leg, or root. At the beginning of my “Save the Roses” campaign, I bought a big bottle for $60 thinking, ‘Sixty smackers? Damn, it must be good.’ Now, that bottle is empty, and I went on Amazon to order another one, but I noticed that the price has gone up to $120! What the…? It’d be cheaper to sprinkle the soil with gold dust. I can see my neighbors now, me pissing on toads and sprinkling gold dust on shriveled up rose bushes in the dead of night. So yeah, we’re not doing that one again.

I also sprayed my fruit trees with Neem oil. Hot off the press: Erik’s orange tree has finally produced its first orange. Yeah, just one. It’s precious to me, though, and I’m not sure if I should eat it or keep it for perpetuity in the freezer as a sacred memento. 

While working in my garden, it’s only a matter of time that I notice the weeds. I’m not a good weeder because I consider it a full contact sport and end up with scratches dripping with blood all over my arms and legs. The problem is that I have a huge square footage of garden beds for weeds to frolic in, so it’s a never ending ordeal. Some of the weeds are hard to pluck so I end up just scalping them, leaving the roots behind to aggravate me another day. The problem with this whole, “I’ll pay the fiddler later” scenario is that the weed gets bigger. Some of their trunks are so thick I have to use big-ass pruning shears to lop them off flush with the soul. I could dig them out by the roots, but in the case of some of them, that’d require digging to China.

Anyway, I don’t know why I’m ranting about gardening and my black thumb. Maybe it’s to show you how boring my life can be. Please pray for my roses, though. 

Oh, and we have a winner for the giveaway! Here name is Brenda, and I’m just waiting for her email response to verify that she wrote a review for all three sites: Amazon, Goodreads and Barnes and Noble. If, for some reason, she doesn’t respond, I’ll click on the Rafflecopter “choose a random winner” button again to find another winner. Again, the prize is a free session with Erik. I’ll continue to have those from time to time, so be sure you read the blog daily.

Enjoy these three Erik stories!

Story #1

This one shows how Erik nudges people to the blog.

June 2015
First, I had a terrible dream that only lasted a couple of seconds.

The dream: I was standing in the hallway of my house with my mom next to me. I knew my son was going to shoot himself in the head. I heard a gunshot and a thump of his head hitting the wall. I ran two steps, opened the bedroom door, and saw him lifeless against the wall.

I woke up in a state of panic. I tried to shake it off telling myself it was only a dream. Even though my dream was of my son, my gut told me it wasn’t him. So, I got a cup of coffee and sat down at my computer, which is my daily morning routine. Somehow, within a matter of minutes, without searching, I came across a story of a boy named Erik who was being channeled through a woman named Jamie. I was reading what happened to a mother and her son. I know I was brought to this site by Erik. Thank You Erik!!

Story #2

Okay, so I shared my first Erik encounter a few days back on another thread that someone else posted. Basically what happened was that I had asked Erik to just give me a sign or something that he was around. I find incredible comfort from this page and the youtube videos, so I wanted to experience it myself. Shortly after that I heard a tapping sound coming through my speakers as if someone was tapping my screen. It persisted for about 30 minutes. I pretty much knew right then and there it was him just saying, “Hey.” The next day I noticed every time I clicked on this tab for the Channeling Erik blog I would hear the tapping!! Then it went away until last night when I was having a really bad time emotionally and questioning my relationship with God. I asked God to help, which Spirit always does, but for a while I wasn’t sensing anything. My thoughts were pretty bad at this time and I remember saying, ‘That’s it; I give up!’ About a minute after that I just clicked on the Channeling Erik tab, and immediately I heard the tapping sound. I sat back in my chair and realized I wasn’t supposed to give up. Then, as I was listening to music on my laptop the whole time, I noticed my volume coming out the speakers go significantly down then back up again. This ended up happening all throughout the night. I am doing much better today thanks to Erik simply saying, “Hey” from the other side !!! 🙂

Story #3

I started following ‘Channeling Erik’ this year and have had numerous encounters and pranks, only to find out after the the pranks that it was Erik. First the bad smell, which is very uncommon for my bedroom because I usually burn my favorite candle in there. I could not figure out where it was coming from but remembered that Elisa had said he leaves smells. I thought, ‘They wouldn’t be ‘that’ bad though.’ Nope. The next entry I read reassured me that, yes, indeed they were bad. So recently I met Elisa and her husband, Rune at a lunch for CE blog followers in the area, where I met Robert Burke, an extremely talented medium featured in some blog entries. I was on the phone with Robert, and he had mentioned Erik was there and said he was behind some of my clumsiness in my daily life, confirming the unexplained laws of physics being broken; I throw things in the trash and in mid air it gets swatted down when it would have clearly made it, as well as knives flying off my plate. Well when I said something to Robert over the phone, I heard Robert and another voice, much deeper than his partially overlapping his voice, and louder too- say: “RIGHT?!” In  bold agreement with whatever we said. It sounded nothing like Robert’s voice so I asked if there was anyone in his house. He said, “No, just his dog,” but he said his dog didn’t make a noise. Robert confirmed it was him, and I heard Erik’s voice loud and clear!

If you guys want a prank or sign from Erik, keep asking for it! Try not to create that dense energy of expectation, though. It makes it hard for him to get through to you. Just ask, then stay open. Have a great Sunday, people.