Patience paid off for blog member, Mike M, when last week, Erik made himself quite clear. According to Robert, Mike’s nephew was also part of the prank.
Elisa,
I just have to tell you about Erik’s visit. I’ve been working on my heavy, dense, slow self. Maybe I should get serious about this meditating thing, I’m thinking. So, last night, after my 20 minute meditation stint, I just went to my bed, closed my eyes and relaxed, sort of floating, dreamy. After some time this extremely loud sound, like a fire cracker or a cherry bomb, maybe, just this loud bang right in front of my face went off. I let out this sort of yelp. Even my 12-year-old deaf Springer Spaniel, Emily, heard it. I opened my eyes the second I heard it and a little, round puff of smoke of some kind-not exactly smoke but a zillion tiny, little dots all in a circle, was there and it slowly retreated across the room. I asked Robert for a favor – if he would ask Erik if it was his handiwork. Yep, it was, along with my nephew who passed not too long ago. It so syncs that those two boys are messing around. Mark (the nephew) is a high-energy guy who loves life and lots of stimulation. They had to rent the Humble Convention Center for his funeral – there were over 5,000 people present. So, here I sit, trying to process this incredible thing and this amazing knowledge that this is real, not wishful thinking. You’re responsible for all of this and you ask nothing in return. At some other time, I’m going to talk to you about what all of us can do to contribute to this effort, financially and otherwise. Right now, I’m just going to try to wrap my head around it. To say I love you is really lame. but I do. mike m
I think I know why Erik created the cherry bomb sound. He used to love to come up to us, asleep or awake, and loudly clap his hands together inches from our face. So, for those of you who haven’t received an Erik visit, sometimes it takes patience, awareness and a quieter mind (which, in Mike’s case, was not quiet for long!)
Typical Goofball
One more thing: Robert and our family were enjoying the nice weather during our usually Friday night cook out when Robert saw Erik standing around a small tree in our backyard with three other spirits. One of them was Landon, Lisa’s son. (Apparently they’ve become tight buds.) I asked Robert what they were doing, and Robert said he didn’t know. Erik was just explaining something to the. Funny thing is I had just replaced the orange tree that we planted in honor of Erik after his death with a new, hardier and more vibrant species. He was probably telling them all of this plus how silly I looked planting it: squealing in horror at the touch of grub worms, carefully skirting around dog poop, pounding the new soil in to make sure there were no air pockets around the root ball, dirt covering all extremities, wiping my face or itching my nose from time to time for that extra special Al Jolson look. Nothing provides better fodder for jokes that a mom!
Erik’s Orange Tree
Last but not least: Be sure you don’t miss out on the May and June small group channeling conference calls with Erik and Jamie. Just go to Jamie’s site (which is on my list links as “Jamie Butler”) click on “Classes and Products” at the top of her page. There you’ll see “Personal Growth” in the blue drop down window, and there you have it: the calendar with all the conference calls.
