This has nothing to do with channeling or with Erik, but I thought it was too cool a story not to share. Night before last, I was babysitting my two year-old grandbaby, Arleen. She usually sleeps in a toddler bed upstairs, but that night, I wanted to snuggle with her, so she sleep with me. She was very excited to find out that we planned on taking her to the “Rent-a-Ranch” in the morning. This is a wonderful place where we board our three Tennessee Walking Horses: Jazz, Doc Holiday, and General Lee. We drag the fifth wheel camper with us and trail ride all over what amounts to around 1100 acres of woods, rolling hills, and streams, everything teaming with wildlife–and all for only the cost of boarding the horses.

At around 3:00 in the morning, Arley awakens, sits up abruptly, and goes through the usual list of names:

“We go see Jazz?”

‘Yes, we’re going to see Jazz.’

“We go see General?”

‘Yes, we’re going to see General.’

“We go see Doc?”

‘Yes, we’re going to see Doc.’

“We go see Cowboy?” (This is the ranch dog, a lovely old Blue Heeler who always is the first to greet us.)

‘Yes, we’re going to see Cowboy.’

“We go see the cows?”

‘Yes, we’re going to see the cows.’

“We go see the pig?”

‘What? No, there is no pig, just horses, dogs, guinea fowl, and a couple of barn cats.’

“Yes, we go see the pig.”

‘No, Sweetie, there is no pig.’

“Yes,” she insists. “We go see the pig.”

‘Okay, we’ll see the pig. Now, lie back down and go to sleep.’

So the next morning, we drive out to the ranch and guess who was tagging along with Cowboy to greet us? Yep, a little pot-bellied pig named Rooty (for a very good reason.) I was stunned. We’ve never seen a pig there before yet Arleen had foreseen the encounter! Is she psychic? Maybe most kids are, but we either ignore them or they can’t really articulate it before the world distorts and taints their belief system. I guess I should ask Erik in one of the upcoming sessions.