In this part of the channeling session, Erik shares his views on how he and I will work together as a team to help others and the truth behind the concept of time.

“Mom, do you have any idea how many people on the earthly plane need you to help them heal?”

Okay, I’m thinking to myself, ‘Me heal others? I’m barely hanging on myself!’

Kim interjects with, “He’s showing me this book, Elisa, and you’re sitting at this book signing table and there are tons of people there. The lines are huge. You’re at the back of a bookstore and it looks like a Barnes and Noble. You’re sitting there and Erik is standing behind you in spirit. There’s someone sitting next to you. It looks like Annika. She’s helping you. There’s a line all the way out the door, all the way around the block outside the store and they’re all to see you.”

I feel my head swelling by at least three sizes. This is troubling since I already have a huge one.

“Mom, you’re going to honor so many spiritual contracts. This is going to be the most productive lifetime you’ve ever ever ever had. It’s good because it’s your last lifetime!” Erik says.

Wow, that sounds a little sad.

‘Okay, so I guess I’ll split the royalties with you, Erik,’ I say.

Ignoring my comment, he goes on, “You’re going to start a foundation, Mom. The Erik Medhus Foundation. You’re going to do all sorts of things with it. It will be for scholarships; it will be to help homeless women and children; it will be to help certain kids go to the Olympics like for snowboarding competition.”

“Erik is evidently REALLY into that now!” Kim exclaims. Snowboarding seems to come up a lot in his conversations.

“It’s going to be to help children who have been uprooted in disasters like the one in Haiti, so you will decide where the money will be spent, Mom, You’ll have fundraisers and you’ll have people sending money frequently for the foundation through the internet and through the mail. You’re going to be known in this lifetime as an activist who is dramatically helping others.”

‘Good, I hope so.’ feeling a bit uncomfortable with all this flattery.

“Mom, we’re going to be helping kids over here, we’re going to be helping parents over there on the earthly plane and kids and older people who are suicidal themselves. Mom, part of the long line of people who come to see you at the book signing will be people who say, ‘I thought about committing suicide I read your book and then I didn’t.'”

‘Wow, awesome!’ Again, I feel cautious optimism that Erik’s death might eventually turn out to help others.

“You know what, Mom?” he adds. “People are going to be waiting a long time to see you because you’re not going to be like ‘Oh, darling, how would you like me to sign your book? Thank you dear, now move on!’ You’ll want to talk to everybody, and everyone is going to look at you as a mom—as their mom. They could be 50 years old and still look at you as mothering and nurturing and they’ll be like, ‘you helped me heal’ and ‘Can I hug you?’ and you’ll be hugging everyone!”

‘Oh good, I love hugs.’ It’s true. I’m a big hugger much to the annoyance of my children.

At this point, I don’t think I (or my head) can tolerate any more complements. I’ve never been comfortable with praise and enjoy a life of humility, devoid of ego. Raising five children is a humbling experience to be sure! So I change the subject abruptly.

‘Just a couple of questions more, Erik. The other night, I was sort of in a dream-wake state, and I saw an image of a really old woman in a black dress wearing a black bonnet with white fringe. It looked like she didn’t have any teeth. She was really old and had lots of wrinkles. She had vertical wrinkles where her brows were and she had a very round face. It looked like she was from a long time ago. Is that somebody I’ve known before? Is she one of my ancestors?’

“Yes, Mom. She’s one of your guides. Her name is Estella.”

‘Just popping in to say ‘hi’ I guess?’ I ask.

“The way she’s showing herself to you is from a lifetime in which she was a gypsy in Eastern Europe,” Kim explains. Then she laughs loudly and says, “Erik is saying that when he first saw her he was like, ‘Holy Jesus!’ No offense to her!”

‘Well, I’m going to look like that before long!’ I say.

“Hey Honey, I’m almost there!” Kim says in agreement.

‘Say “Hi” to Denise and Bestemor for me, Erik.’

“Done and done, Mom.”

‘They’re doing okay, I suppose?’

“Yep.”

‘Before we stop, I have one more question. How does time work over there?’

“It doesn’t. There is no such thing. The only way I’m reminded about time is, well, I’m reminded every day when I’m with you guys there on the earthly plane. Time, because there is no hunger or need for sleep, time is more like an ongoing circle instead of a thread of time where you go, ‘Oh, I’m hungry, it’s lunchtime,’ or ‘Oh, I’m hungry, it’s dinnertime,’ or ‘Oh, I’m tired, it’s must be bedtime.’ I guess it’s the construct or constraints we have to be able to deal with things like that on the earthly plane. I helps us conceptualize changes in state, sequences, and other time-related things that are a necessary part of the human experience.”

So proud of my little genius.