I’m driving back from New Orleans after a very short but adventure packed weekend. By adventure, I mean the challenge of remaining the sole sober person in the French Quarter and avoiding a meal consisting of over 10,000 calories. I rose to that challenge with success despite some strong temptations. Word to the wise: Don’t drink a Hurricane (a very strong cocktail) after polishing off a bottle of wine. My husband can attest to that. 

Enjoy these fun Erik stories!

Story #1

On a beautiful yesterday afternoon, my wife and I were sitting in the back yard, where I read to her the last two chapters of, “My Life After Death” that I’d received in the mail three days previous (I couldn’t put this amazing book down).

When we went into the house afterwards, we saw one of our fridge pictures laying on the floor in front of the fridge, with the magnet that held it to the fridge door still in the exact same place. There is no way this picture would have been able to dislodge itself behind that magnet and flutter down to the floor by itself. Erik pranked us because we were reading his book. Was this his way of saying, “Hey, thanks for reading my book?”

Story #2

I was in the car with my 11 year old son when we both smelled “Skunk” at first I thought it was someone smoking marijuana nearby. I didn’t think much of it and explained the smell to my son. However, about a week later we were in the car again with the windows up and then more powerful than ever it happened again. We both were thinking we were crazy. Then it hit me what was going on “ERIK”! Haha. I did however jokingly tell Erik that it was a bit inappropriate to trick with pot odor in front of my 11 year old son, and he has tricked again.
🙁

Story #3

Hello, I have been following the blog, reading the books and watch the videos since early this month. I actually wrote a long letter around the 1st week of October talking about how I found this site, did you get it? Hope so…

I want to share my feelings about Erik, is it normal to feel him as part of my family? I go home and I am always talking to him. He has move stuff in my house, turn a TV on and the funniest one: I have a hammock in my backyard and with this beautiful Fall Texas weather, I love to go out and read there. I have a Kindle so there is no need for light. I was reading “My life after death.” I paused from time to time and ask Erik to show me he was there, I was telling him I tend to be scare even if I am a huge believer in all that is talk here. I fell asleep and out of nowhere my gods starting barking to “nothing” I woke up screaming and run inside the house, then started laughing and saying: that was no nice Erik! After that, I have been less and less scare to ask him to show me his presence. I am so aware of my body’s limitation and I wish I could be more patient an meditate and try to let my spirit see more.
I just also wanted to mention the awakening I have had through Erik, I have believe in a lot of what is said here so everything has been mostly reassurance but what it has been amazing is to focus on what I am here for, I have been thinking about it every day and also why I choose to come to this life in particular. I am a counselor and I feel that is one of my missions, to help people, to open minds, to help them achieve unconditional acceptance of self, others and our world, to find their happiness that is inside them already. At this point in my life, I haven’t been able to do it full time, I still have a full time job that I like but don’t love anymore. I read today the blog about being stuck and I felt like Erik was knocking on my head because I have the plan to go full time counseling next year and I know I am scare because it will be a change in my finances for a while but I won’t lose focus, I hope I am able to post next year and said: I did it!

Erik: come and visit more often. Last night that you turned the TV on my daughter was like: how come? that is creepy! But for a reason she as I was not scare.
Love to all!
Ama

Story #4

I don’t know for sure it was Erik , but I was driving to the mall with my three year old granddaughter . The car was difficult to start because there was something strong with the ignition key. The car started on second trial when we started for the mall, and i didn’t think much about it. But when we we’re going home, I could not turn the key properly, I tried over and over for quite a long time. I didn’t have my cellphone with me, lot of bags full of groceries, a tired three year old in the back, and started to be desperate. I called Erik : pls help me, you are so good with cars. And then, after only two more trials, the engine starts, we got home safely. But the car never started after that, we had to change the whole “ignition”(don’t know what’s called in English -in Norwegian it’s “tenninga”). So thank you!! I don’t think it was only a coincident. 😊