So many skeptics think all psychic mediums are con artists eager to bilk money from the vulnerable and gullible. In my experience, this is not true. Sure, some are unscrupulous frauds, but most are not. Most are gifted in varying degrees, although I’ve yet to meet one with a perfect batting average. Why? First, they’re…
Paul’s Gift in Verse
One of our Channel Erik family members wrote a lovely poem in honor of Erik. For me, it was enough for Paul to share his wisdom with us, so this is simply the icing on the cake. Read this one carefully and think about a loved one when you do. The words will tug at…
The Little Soul and the Sun
Although I plan to post the next part of the channeling transcript this afternoon, I wanted to share an excerpt from Neale Donald Walsch’s The Little Soul and the Sun. I mentioned it in a comment, but since some of you may not read all the comments, here it is: Once upon no time, there…
Willie’s Story
For the last year or so, I’ve been drawn to a particularly delightful soul, Willie, a very hard-working sacker at my neighborhood grocery store who’s probably in his late 40s. No matter how others treat him or ignore him, no matter how merciless the heat or rain or cold, he always has a broad smile…
Erik on Gays
All my life, I’ve had many gay friends, several of them have been best friends. Some have passed away from AIDS, some still suffer from the disease, but each have a special place in my heart. I always wondered why gays are persecuted, particularly by religious groups who preach tolerance and unconditional love out of the…
Life’s Work in Heaven
After these many months of having inside information about the afterlife, I’ve discovered how oddly similar Heaven is to the earthly plane. Aside from the fact that you have no body and have greater abilities to manifest what you want immediately, so may aspects seem the same. Discarnate souls can have homes, material possessions, and…
The Nature of Souls and Thought
My next few questions for Erik mirrored my penchant for understanding the underpinnings of life and reality. Consider me like a devout car enthusiast who spends hours under the hood of a ’57 Mustang marveling at its cylinder arrangement. Whatever, I don’t know enough about auto mechanics to put together a believable sentence here, but…
Erik on the Human Experience, God and Suicide
Thinking no question was too profound, too intimate or too probing for my son, I posed some real humdingers in a recent channeling session. Brace yourself folks: ‘I think I already asked you this Erik, but why do we choose to have the human experience here on earth? You said something about wanting to experience…
Ask Erik: Stanley’s Questions
As many of you know, the blog has an “Ask Erik” section through which anyone can submit a question to my deceased son. I pose these questions to him each time I have a channeling session with the psychic medium. The next several posts will reveal the enormous insight Erik has gained as a discarnate…
Erik’s Take on Souls and the Afterlife
Now that I have an insider, someone with a unique perspective on the “Other Side,” I have such a wonderful opportunity to answer so may questions I’ve been harboring nearly all of my life. Of course, if I had the choice, I’d rather have Erik on this side with me, but he’s not. He’s gone…
Small Miracles
Losing a child, particularly to suicide, is gut wrenching. It lends an entirely new perspective on the term, “a broken heart,” because every morning when I wake up and realize that ‘yes, Erik is still dead; it wasn’t all some horrible dream,’ I feel like a dagger has been plunged to the hilt into my…
A Visit to Big Sister
So many people, including family members and friends, have reported visitations from Erik that are vivid, tangible and accompanied by a certainty that his presence is real. Here’s an email his big sister, Kristina, sent me recently: “Erik came to me yesterday just as I was falling asleep. My eyes were half-closed so you know…
Death, Continued
I’d like to dive in to where I left off in the first channeling session with Erik. As he mentioned, after he saw his body and voiced dismay at the “mess” he created and his concerns about how we would react when we found him, he escaped to Norway to visit his grandfather, Bestefar. I’ll get…
The Candle
My eldest daughter, Kristina, shared an interesting experience with me that occurred a few weeks after Erik died. She was up late studying, as medical students are notoriously known to do. As part of her ritual, she lit a candle in honor of Erik and placed it on her desk by her study materials. WIthout…