All my life, I’ve had many gay friends, several of them have been best friends. Some have passed away from AIDS, some still suffer from the disease, but each have a special place in my heart. I always wondered why gays are persecuted, particularly by religious groups who preach tolerance and unconditional love out of the other side of their mouths.
When I watched “Brokeback Mountain,” I had an epiphany that explained why I am so devoid of judgment where gays are concerned. In that movie, I began to see the main characters not as men in love but as souls in love. A soul is a soul is a soul, and love is love is love. Gender is an artificial boundary constructed by society, and it levies so much pain on so many. Apparently, Erik has opinions on this topic that he’s very passionate about, because Jamie could barely keep up with his talking points.
Channeling Transcript
Me: I have several gay members of the blog, and many have asked very thought provoking questions: Why am I gay? Am I being punished for something I did in a previous life? How are gays treated in the afterlife? I mean, I know there’s no such thing as Hell or punishment in the afterlife, but they want a second opinion from someone better qualified than me.
Jamie: Erik kind of swings back on the bed, puts his palms down on the top of the bed, and he’s kind of kicking his feet out.
Me: Uh huh.
Jamie: He says, “You’re right again, Mom! There is no punishment here. The lessons for gays and bisexuals…” He’s holding out his fingers like he’s going through a list. “…transvestites, transgendered, these are lessons in self-love, period. That’s why we’re there on Earth. We need to learn to love ourselves for who and what we are without caring about what others and what society thinks. We need to stand up for ourselves and stop needing outside approval to love who we are. The reason it feels so bad is that we’ve come up with our own rules and our own structures. We’ve told ourselves that we shouldn’t love a person of the same sex.”
Me: Uh huh. Yeah, society constructs some pretty damning and damaging rules.
Jamie: He says, “God didn’t tell us that. God said love everyone.”
Me: Yeah, love should know no boundaries.
Jamie: He says, “That’s right, Mom. And there is no punishment…”
(pause)
Jamie (giggling): Gosh, he can talk so fast!
Me (laughing): Yes I know. He used to talk a hundred miles an hour over here, so I guess some things never change!
(Jamie continues giggling for a while.)
Jamie (still laughing!): I just told him, ‘Wait! Wait for me!’
(pause)
Jamie: Okay, he’s backing up. (Speaking directly to Erik): Yeah, right, Erik, God told us to love everyone; we put our own rules on ourselves. I got that, Erik.
(pause)
Jamie: He says, “Some people come in with the internal makeup like the chromosomes, the chromosome makeup, and this makes their attraction lean towards same sex. Sometimes we grow up in emotional dysfunction where we want to choose same sex. But the chromosomes and the crappy family life, that’s all something we decide between lives while we’re still in spirit.”
Me: I figured.
Jamie: And he says, “Sometimes we just have so much memory from past lives. Mom, let’s just say you were a man ten times before this lifetime; this connection to male energy—then you come into a woman’s body, but you’re still attracted to all the women. You’re still connected to that spiritual high.”
Me: Oh, yeah! I can see that!
Jamie: And he says, “The body is just a tool. Sometimes that’s what creates the conflict. There are several different paths, like I just mentioned. It’s not just one thing, but I guarantee you, it’s never from a punishment from someone else.”
Me; Yes, I can’t imagine it. Are some here to teach?
Jamie: He says, “Yeah, some are there to teach unconditional love and understanding, to eliminate all obstacles to love. Some are there to teach others to stand up for themselves and accept themselves for who they are. These are usually very spiritually evolved souls.”
(pause)
Jamie: Oh, I have goosebumps!
Me: He got you too, eh? Yes, Erik, that’s all so amazing. Thanks, Baby.
