What a glorious day. The weather is beautiful, I have Lukas home from college and Annika on her way soon! Not only that, I’m doing what I love doing the most: working on the blog that saved me life. I was thinking about that last night. If my daughter, Kristina, had not encouraged me to start a blog and if she had not created the website for me, I truly don’t think I’d be alive today. I was in such a dark, dark place after Erik died, and every second I was on the face of the earth was excruciatingly painful for me. Torture, really. So, thank you, Kristina, my sweet girl, for saving my life. 

Here are some lovely Erik stories! Some of them are particularly powerful. In the last one, I do believe Erik acted in his role as a guardian angel. 

Story #1

Like a lot of people, I found the Channeling Erik blog while searching for unanswered questions that were initially inspired by the loss of my loved one. And like most, even after I was getting the answers I needed and the grieving process became less difficult, the powerful and undeniable life giving content on the CE blog was, and is, impossible to separate from once you’ve experienced it. And there is no need to! I have accelerated in my growth as a human being tenfold with the help of everyone involved here at the blog, I am a regular!

Within my first days at the blog I had a visit from Erik, though at the time I didn’t know it was him. He came in the form of a tingling sensation that filled my entire body to the point of barely being able to breath. As time passed and through work and awareness, I came to realize that it was Erik, even seeing him once on my couch. I know what he feels like now and when he is visiting me.

When “My Life After Death” was due to come out, I wanted to be one of the first to get a copy, but I didn’t make it to the bookstore until the 2nd of September. I live in Portland, Oregon and our bookstore is Powell’s. I have been buying books at Powell’s since I was a child, when old books were just stacked in stairwells and it smelled of old paper. Today Powell’s claims to be the largest new and used bookstore in the world. So when I arrived at the desk to find out exactly where Erik’s book would be I was calm, until, the clerk said with a frown on her face,”Well, it looks like there is only one copy….hmmmm.” One?! how can this be? I didn’t wait to find out why she was frowning and ran up to the third floor to look for it. I scoured the shelf where I assumed I would find it, but my eyes just weren’t working. I asked someone up there to help me look. “Hmmmm……I don’t see it, maybe it’s on that cart over there,” he said pointing. I walked over to the cart where another employee was working. I told her what book I was looking for, she said,”I just saw that, hmmmm.” She bolted off in another direction. Another employee walking by saw my confusion and asked to help. I explained the book I was looking for,”Oh, I just saw that over here.” he said as he traipsed off in yet another direction. Meanwhile several other employees had joined the search when suddenly, we all converged where aisles meet, and one had Erik’s book in her hand! At that moment I felt the rush of Erik making me temporarily swoon with dizziness. Thank you Erik! I would have been devastated to leave the city of books without yours!

Story #2

Hi Elisa! I’ve been meaning to share these strange occurrences with you for some time now, and I think Erik has been giving me this strong urge to breakdown and finally share this with you. It’s been about a year since I’ve been following your blog and once I did, some electrical items were coming alive without human manipulation. First, my 2 year daughter ‘s princess musical potty chair would inexplicably sound off a princess tune incessantly, and it is only supposed to go off when it senses urine or “number 2” in the potty. So after investigation, I found no possible reason for it to be triggered, no flies, check, no draft of air or anything that I could attribute to this. I have to tell you Erik did this for hours, some days triggering the musical potty chair super loud over and over until my husband had to finally turn it off. I knew it was him, shaking my head. After the chair was deactivated, my daughter’s toy train would light up and roll by itself. And lastly, my cell phone would randomly sound off a minion quote, “bee do, bee do” from the movie Despicable Me. What the heck? And mind you, I don’t have an alert notification for this set on my phone, and it’s only happened like 4 times in 2 months. I even checked to make sure my kids didn’t change any settings. This would go off while I was at work walking down the hallway, doing patient care and finally yesterday during a stressful work related class, my phone sounded off with, ” bee do bee do.” I practically jumped out my chair and looked around the class apologizing. Erik, really? Maybe he was trying to give me sign to lighten up a bit and that I would do fine on my test. I did get an “A” on my test, yay! I’m truly thankful for his pranks, letting me know that there is a spiritual existence and we are all loved and not alone.

Story #3

I’ve been a follower for a while, so I’ve had what I believe to be encounters before. One that juts out in my mind happened when I was working nights. I was out in my car virtually alone in the parking lot and thinking about the blog. I distinctly remember the sound of someone banging on my car windows. I looked around, but there was no one there. The latest of what I suspect is an Erik contribution happened today when I was searching for a recipe for cookies. Somehow, Google determined I was searching for a particular strain of Marijuana. This is hilarious and suspect, since I have never made such a search before, given that I neither smoke nor care for it. Attempts to replicate the search have yielded no similar results. I have a suspicion that our friendly neighborhood Erik was reassuring me that he’s here, waiting for the right opportunity to prank and pull shenanigans and to remind you of how he feels about this plant.

Story #4

I was sitting in deep contemplation of my childhood life. Let’s just say something very bad happened to me as a child and I will leave out the details. At 6 years of age, divine intervention stepped in and took me out of the situation. One thought came to mind that this life time is karma from previous lifetimes, and I chose this experience. The second thought was that the person that inflicted pain and suffering on me was mentally disturbed and that divine intervention did step in to stop further damage to my spirit. At that very moment I heard a ding sound from somewhere and my mind immediately remembered the Channeling Erik YouTube videos, the ding he so lovingly gives to Jamie. Elisa and Jamie, thank you both for the wonderful YouTube videos. They are very much appreciated.

Linda xxx

Story #5

I’m doing great and terrible but recently better after what I can only explain as a well timed prank. My wife turned me onto all of this much further back. In general, I’m a ball of contradictions that suit me fine. To start off with, I am a skeptic, but I also don’t just believe I know some things most people need faith in are just plain real. My mother passed away at home from brain cancer, but I don’t miss her because she is even more present. That was Feb 28th, soon after I moved back into my house after my pregnant wife moved many states away for a job and partly to get away from me. We were separated. I didn’t have a bed and was sleeping downstairs on the hardwood floor to try to help my back. She also took our not quite 1 yr-old daughter with her, and I can say without a doubt it is possible to die while still breathing. I had been promoted at work before all this to great position but took a leave of absence to care for my 100 yr-old grandma with dementia while my mother was in the hospital getting brain surgery on a tumor (yes, cancer) and my dad was there lovingly every minute. Well my short leave turned into a complete leave, and I fond myself jobless in an empty home filled with memories and empty wine bottles. After two months of no sleep and constant drinking, I decided to quit drinking as a birthday present to myself the night before my birthday. Then the withdrawals came along with another Grand Mal seizure, but I thought it wasn’t too bad. Then almost a week exactly after quitting alcohol, I had the most intense dream of my life, and it was great, but I’ll skip the details except the part where I sleepwalked out my front door, dreaming I was going to the airport to go fly and see my wife and daughter. But I got into my car and slept drove (I think I was clocked at 110mph) through a small forest a few trees, privacy fence, half a dozen AC units and bounced off a rock wall. What happened during that could fill a book or three, but for now I’ll just leave it that Erik is not fiction and not making this up. I was given a choice, and I took it and came back, I believe the police officer was in the process of calling in and preparing for a fatality when I came walking out of the forest with the top of my head hanging off, poor guy and truly wonderful person. I had no pain, believe it or not, and I was walking on cloud nine after coming from a place without time, ego or hate. It was just absolutely wonderful. Then I passed out and woke up in a hospital with my poor dad sitting there after just saying goodbye to his wife. Turns out nobody could figure out why the hell I was there with a few hundred stitches and staples, and I lost something like half my blood, but I felt great. Now here is the kicker: I drove through two trees amongst all that other stuff, scaled myself from my left eyebrow to the back of my head (the pictures I got from of the doctors are pretty neat), didn’t have even the slightest of a confusion or broken bone, not even a hairline fracture. Four months later, you can’t really even tell so my lion taming accident story doesn’t really work. So that happened, no big deal. Apparently my wife had already communicated with Erik before the accident, and she said he brings me up, not her, and in fact yes, he was there at my accident. Well to get to what I really wanted to mention was this past week or two I found myself slipping back into a serious depression. I had been reading the latest book (finished it last night) but it was really slow going because it was on my desktop, which I fell asleep at and ended up putting enough pressure on my radial nerve to give myself radial neuropathy. So for the next few months I’m going to have a retarded left claw hand, no big thing. Just be careful where you sleep. So I transferred the book to my dad’s old iPad he loaned me and pretty much read the book in a day. But guess what? No sooner had I set the book up on the iPad than my desktop died. Nothing else plugged into the surge protector was affected. There was no surge either. I built that computer and rebuilt it recently. I just leave it that I have a technical background and nothing like this has ever happened before. (I was thinking the power supply died but for no reason). Anyway I was reading along, realizing I knew exactly what he was talking about though I did not go nearly as far, but still depressed for no reason though I guess I could list some legitimate ones but they weren’t it. Then at the part on pranks and electrical devices it dawned on me  that there was just too much alignment for it to be random, and then I felt it and just a bit of him and that he was there and seriously fucked my computer (no big deal I’ll fix and actually it’s good because it gives me an excuse to put a more powerful power supply to support the graphics card my dad has laying around.) Ha. but instantly out from that, well, I came to know that it wasn’t a prank. It was exactly what I needed and would have never been able to do for myself. Something else about Erik and me, like we have met before but more than that and more on that maybe later, but for one thing it’s nice to have well what I feel like is a close friend again where there is no pretense and you just get each other. I really don’t care what anyone else thinks, and if I’m crazy then it’s working better than my attempts at “normalcy,” and I’m sticking with it and him.

How nice to have a buddy like that. We’re so glad you’re here to stay, and I know Erik will always have your back.