I haven’t shared Erik Stories for a while, what with my new passion, Atlantis Scalar, but before I do, I have two announcements. (You know me too well.)
It’s been crappy weather for the last couple of days, so I decided to spend today and yesterday working on your orders. And Lukas was kind enough to bring new services LIVE.
I’m most excited about the Guardian Angel e-gift. What a unique gift for the holidays! You can gift them the name of their guardian angel and, if you want, you can add a personal message from the angel, too. Read the description box for directions.
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Also, I want to share this past AMAZING radio show. Lot’s of BIG changes coming to Channeling Erik!!
Now for the stories. Please send prayers to the last two pleas for help. I KNOW Erik and I can make their lives better.
Story #1
Hello There Elisa and Erik,
I stumbled on your YouTube videos (Rather late it seems) but so happy I did! My story is Very long but I’ll try to condense it, if you want to know more just ask…
I grew up in a VERY dysfunctional family (being kind) but as I usually explain to people, my parents had it worse so their skills limited and I hold no blame or regrets. I often joke that I’d never write a book b/c no one would believe it. My father was a struck, athoritative,, depressed & often violent Hungarian who escaped during the Revolution of 56’. Mom was from abject poverty but strong, massive child abuse & turned to Catholicism tu survive essentially.
I had a fair share of physical, emotional & sexual abuse. I have suffered from severe depression & anorexia, only really changed in last couple years around age 49. Cut to the chase. In college I suffered from severe drug, alcohol abuse, & was dappling in the dark side to say the least. Oh, mom side of family is crazy intuitive.
Weeks before graduation I could stand the pain no longer and feared future in all respects. I had been storing pills for almost a year. One night, March 31 (dad joked it was the Ultimate April Fools Day home and called it my second birthday) I drank almost a liter of vodka and swallowed roughly 150?+ Px pills, an assortment of Darvocet & Disipripine mostly. I laid down thinking it would be fast but nothing was happrning. I got up to go use the pay phone (yup, no cells!) & call my shrink to tell her she sucked. There was a table under the phone and that’s the last I remember…
The next was told to me. An ambulance was called. In the ambulance I flat lined & was revived. Got to the ER barely alive. They called my parents 45 min away, they said my sister was a nursing student in the hospital & to find her. They did. While she was thrre I flat lined again. I came back but flat lined Again. They were pumping me with charcoal. Eventually my heart started but I slipped into coma. I remained in coma for 10 days. I came out but it was a very slow transition b/c my brain was badly damaged.
Now, what happened to ‘me’ or my spirit:
I don’t think I crossed over. I remember raising up & out of my form and looking down at my body but not recognizing it was ‘me’. There was a Dr. in charge but he was sooo tall, dark hair that was right under face. I watched the room and nurses running around. I watched my parents come in etc
Then I flipped & was in a white space with curtains, I watched the feet go buy underneath, until I heard & saw black hoofs. I was afraid & the curtains turned into walls…then, after a while, the upper left corner started to bukdge.m, like something was trying to coming thru. It pushed thru & I was pulled? Sucked? Up to it. Then I was in space. As energy and in an invisible hospital. I was learning that I could transport thru my mind from one part to the other & it was both confusing and exciting…. back on earth I emerged slowly back tu a weird firm of consciousness but was blind. 100%. Over the next months, still in hospital, I started to learn brail & how to walk & navigate. I’m super compacting this!
I eventually gained some sight back, most I think, it’s strange. I have massive brain damage, all kinds of bizarre things like Balint Syndrome & prosopagnitia, short term memory issues etc. But…
After 2 years of nasty adjustment and overly medicated/sedated & depression (believe it or not another suicide attempt!) I met my second husband & had 2 children; Imogen & Iris (who incarnated and is an indigo or ?& psychic & ADHD etc). My perception has increased since the overdose & having children. Iris sees & talks to the departed as well as being telepathic. Everything is getting stronger.
Now divorced and with my soon to be 3rd husband, life has both leveled off & at the same time gotten complicated again. I’m finally happy & learning to be at peace with this journey. I am trying to learn from it, share things & spread love. However, I somehow feel like I should be doing more. I can’t pinpoint it yet. For years I’ve been trying to narrow it down, I did some work changing laws on statutes of limitations in the State of Mass. I feel like it’s right in front of me but…
So, for what it’s worth, there is my story.
Thank you both, and all the mediums you work with! It’s a blessing for sure!!!!!
Angeline
Story #2
At the age of 38, I lost my 28 year old little brother. His passing was by far the most crushing of blows I had ever received. He was, and always will be my little shadow, my little buddy.
The toxicologist said he would not class the overdose as a suicide, but my family and I had known that his death was just a matter of time…Willingly or unwillingly.
As with Erik, his appearances started immediately. Christopher’s appearances left me dazed and confused; not truly knowing or being able to accept what was happening to me. Therapy ensued, as I was quite convinced that I was losing my mind. No one in my circle had ever experienced what I was describing, so it was impossible for them to relate. Eventually, I stopped talking about it, and they stopped worrying about me.
My sister was the one to turn me on to Channeling Erik on YouTube, which led me to investigate your site.
Reading Erik’s Grandfather’s account of his visit hit me especially hard. In a lucid dream, Christopher allowed me to feel his pain before…and his freedom after, just as Erik’s Grandfather describes. How I wish I could have accepted the visits I received and opened up to the healing that he could have provided me, if only I had let him.
My Christopher has been gone now for 12 years. I still think of him ever day and feel him every now and then, but nothing like the intensity of the first two years. But thanks to your sharing, I will treat any future visits as the gifts they are truly meant to be.
Thank you.
THOSE OF YOU WHO WROTE THE FOLLOWING, PLEASE CONTACT ME, ERIK AND I CAN HELP!
Plea #1
My ex-husband, Mariusz (Mark) passed unexpectedly last year. He was only 57. We live in Aurora IL. Six month after his death, his brother took his own life. I was shocked by both deaths especially Mark’s. I have two grown and married sons and 1 year old grandson. I tried dating but finally realized he was not the right person for me. I live alone, I don’t have close friends. I feel lost. I feel as I don’t have a purpose. I do work so the week goes fast for me but dread the weekends. I don’t want to date at this point. For many years my purpose was to be a wife and mother. Now, my boys don’t really need me and I am always exciting when my babysitting services are needed. I am only 53. Please ask Erik what my life purpose is? I am tired of feeling confused and lost. Thank you
Plea #2
Hello, I haven’t been a reader for long. I am pulled to your blog daily after work. I enjoy reading uplifting stories you, your readers and supporters share. It warms my heart and gives me hope reading about Erik. I am so sorry for your loss and can’t imagine losing a child as I have two boys of my own. You are amazing, strong woman. I am struggling with something. Is it grief, depression, anxiety, panic attacks? It feels like all of them at once. I finally, first time in my life, decided to reach out for help in a form of counseling along with meds as I am not strong enough any longer to cope alone.
I am going to make this as short as I can. I met my ex-husband when I was 17, he was 20. We got married in 1984 as I got pregnant. I had our baby boy at the age of 20. We were married 25 years at the time of divorce. Mark struggled with the beasts called addiction his entire life. It started with cocaine after we got married and lasted many years. He was clean and sober for 10 years. During those 10 years, there were other occasional stressful behavior I dealt with but not as draining as his addictions. After that he turned to alcohol. His alcohol addiction contributed to the loss of a job after job. After a few years, no one wanted to hire Mark in Illinois even though he was an expert in his field because they all heard of his addictions. We made a hard decision to have Mark work out of state. After all, we had two boys to raise, house, mortgage etc. This move was supposed to be short term until he finds a job in Illinois. His move brought another set of problems. He befriended coworkers that drank. He worked in Ohio for a few years while a raised our sons and took care of everything. I was relieved to finally not dealing on daily basis with his addiction daemons. I started to notice frequent debits from our checking account from restaurants. I addressed them immediately and he assured me that him and his buddies would go out. I believe you know where I am heading, yes, he was cheating. I confronted her first then him after I got a cell phone bill with hundred of calls to the same number. He was lying to the both of us. She liked to drink so that was a perfect partner for him at that time. Needless to say, I filed for divorce the next day. It was the hardest thing I did in my life. I was willing to be there for him through sickness and health but not adultery. His addiction ruined our family not just emotionally but also financially. Mark got through it by continuing to drink.
I refused to go for therapy only because I felt I was strong and too proud. I needed to raise my 2nd born 14-year-old son who got depressed over the divorce and needed my help. My older son got married 8 months before the divorce was finalized. He didn’t speak to his father for several years.
Even through the darkest hours, I knew deep in my heart, Mark was the one. He was the true love of my life. When clean and sober, he was lovely and loving, caring, amazing dad and husband. He was a person with an amazing soul. That believe got me through each and every day we were together. He tried rehabs. Sometimes they worked, like the 10 years of sobriety. Other times they didn’t. In 2017, Mark wanted me to give him a chance as he changed and was clean and sober and desperate to get his family back. I still loved him so I agreed. He moved in with me. I was so excited to have him back so energetic and renewed. But a few months after, he started to change to the man he was when drinking. He denied it and yes, he was drinking again.
In March 2018 I asked him to move out. He begged me on his knees to let him stay. Said that I was the love of his life and I did believe it and still do as he was and always will be mine. He would stop by crying and begging for forgiveness and a chance. I just couldn’t do it. I was so unhappy. Mark passed away in his sleep of a heart attack on April 10, 2018 which was also 6-month birthday of our first grandchild. I struggled and still do as I believe he died of a broken heart. Six months after his death, his brother took his own life. He also coped with addictions. My kids now 33 and 26 are doing well. Holidays are hard. Mark’s parents are in their 80’s. My older son and I had to take care of them as they had no estate planning. Mom had to be moved to a nursing home as she has dementia and Parkinson and dad couldn’t care for her any longer. Today, January 20, 2019 it’s all taken care of. Things are quiet, my grandson is 15 months old, my in-laws are okay for now. My kids are happy. They both married strong women that love them. As to me, I am falling a part. I am grieving now for the man I loved and always will. I am grieving for the good soul of that man.
I asked, prayed and begged for him to visit me. To tell me his is finely happy and free of the beasts he lived with his entire life. But I get nothing. No feathers, no birds, dream visions, no signs…nothing. I feel so guilty for asking him to leave back in March 2017. Maybe he would have been alive today. I feel so awful that the love of my life died alone.
