Looks like most of you are okay with the original t-shirt design expressing that you didn’t want to take the Erikness out of it, so we’ll keep it as is. I guess those of you who don’t want the F bomb there can put a little piece of duct tape over it?
Story #1
I’d like to say hello and thank you very much for sharing your stories with us about Erik. I have recently lost a friend and have taken great comfort in Erik’s story. All of this is very new to me, I found Erik’s story while grieving and looking for answers. I’ve always been open to the afterlife and have felt intuitions I’d like to try and develop, so its no surprise to me that you are able to speak with Erik. 🙂 Here is where my story begins, I’ve never read the blog and I’m only about half way through the book but I already feel connected to him, I talk to him like he’s a friend. I know that Erik liked to smoke and I’ve already read that he likes to play pranks. While taking some time to myself I was smoking a blunt (Eriks knows what Im talking about lol). I then grabbed my book, looked Erik in the eyes and blew a hit in his face and told him I hoped he’d enjoy it with me, thinking nothing more of it, I continued to read my book. About an hour later after my boyfriend dropped off a friend he came home and I started to tell him about the book I was reading and how much I love it and how its helping me get through. I told him Erik liked to smoke, I knew he’d get a kick out of that. It was in that moment that he started to tell me on his way home he kept smelling a STRONG odor of smoke, he said it smelled so good but he had NO IDEA where it was coming from. He knew there was nothing on him or in the car but still the stench was there and very strong. My mouth dropped lol I knew it had to be Erik, letting me know he was around and making me laugh. I blew the smoke in his face and he responded by playing a prank on my boyfriend. It filled my heart with smiles and it gave me peace. I didn’t bring Erik to work with me this morning, but I can’t wait to pick back up where I left off. Thank you Erik and Mrs. Medhus for all you have done for others. You all give hope when things look hopeless.
Story #2
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 #3
Hi, Elisa,
Thanks for all of your generosity regarding your son. My two best friends, Malcolm and Jackie, were murdered growing up. I was 17 at the time of the tragedy. Carole, the kid’s mother, was, and still is, beside herself with grief. Note, those were her only children. I am currently looking for ways to assist her; which, feels motivated by her son, Malcolm.
Last night, while listening to your show I had an image of a young man coming to my emotional rescue. He appeared very grounded and wanted to tell me that everything was going to be OK. I was kind of skeptical, until I checked out his photo. It was Erik.
You are correct to be proud of him. Like I said, he appeared youthful, yet very grounded and calm. I was very impressed by his presence. I hope he comes by again.
Love and light,
Cynthia
P.S. Is is possible to become a member on your forum?
Story #4
Erik had been pranking after I read the book. Swinging doors, things like that. Electrical things explainable. I heard like someone lean over like a whistle in my ear like what a ride….as I turned to North I-55 towards Chicago. I have been blessed with a little sensitivity on both sides. I asked for his help/strength and he let me know he was with me I assume. I have saved my grandpa and my father’s lives bc they were in unlivable conditions. My aunt who has an extremist Utah Mormon son had been ripping my grandpa off. I fixed the finances. I controlled his healthcare-saved his life for a few months-bought him time. I helped his 63 yr-old special needs son/my uncle retire. My aunt tried to “take custody” of my uncle to take his $ and put him in a home. Erik pranked me a ton before this. I appreciated his kindness. My uncle is now free to live anywhere he wants. He worked his whole life. He should get the retirement he saved for. Unfortunately, my grandpa passed Thursday. They “the bad family” tried to change a funeral date at 10pm at night just to suck. They lost. Things keep coming to me just when I need it. Erik has been a constant friend. As an empath, I could not have had a better energy as a helper in the worst times. He save 5 lives this time. We have a mean lawyer team and a bright future now!!! No more abuse and control. It is over. My grandpa wanted my uncle to be free…was a tall order. The things people do for $.
