Remember when Erik told me he’d let me know when he’s around by making me feel “goose bumpy?” I did feel that once while I was transcribing that portion of the channeling session, but a big fat zero ever since. Of course, he might have a challenge on his hands with this technique for two reasons: First, I’m not a person who is highly attuned to my body. My husband can vouch for this, as I frequently run into walls, trip over even the smallest cracks, and am, in general, a clumsy oaf. You might say I really haven’t mastered my body quite yet, even after hanging out in it for the past the 55 years. In other words, my mind is usually in the ethers and rarely on my body. Second, I just don’t get goosebumps very often even when I’m out in 20-below weather in Norway. So I’m not sure I would recognize it if it happened.
But today, another miracle graced my life. I was sitting in the waiting room while my car was going through the car wash—a biannual tradition necessary to scoop the lint-covered gummy bears out of the cup holders before the mess becomes petrified beyond hope. After reading last week’s newspaper scattered on the coffee table, I suddenly thought about Erik’s agreement and felt his presence nearby. “This is odd,” I thought. My husband was racing his motorcycle on the track at that moment, so I figured Erik would be hanging out with him all day. Like Pappa, Erik is a big motor head. Hmm, I thought, I’ve got to take advantage of this rarity. Let’s see what this boy’s got!
So I asked Erik to make me feel goosebumps on the right side of my head. It took a couple of minutes, but just as I was about to give up all hope that it would happen, I felt it. The sensation was so strong, I thought my scalp was about to crawl off my skull. I mean this in the most pleasant of ways, mind you. Good job, Erik! Now, make me feel goosebumps on the other side of my head. Minutes passed. Nothing. Zip. So, I gave up with a shrug, figuring he had turned tail to join his father at the track. Oh well. It was wonderful while it lasted.
Satisfied, I closed my eyes and, with a warm smile on my face, sent Erik my love. I envisioned the arms of my soul wrapping around him and drawing him to my heart. In m mind’s eye, I hugged him, kissed him gently on his forehead, and said, “Erik, I couldn’t be prouder of you, Sweetie. You’re helping so many people here on the earthly plane. I love you so very much.” You know how love gives you that tickling sensation in your chest? That’s what I felt. That’s what I always feel when I think about how much I love my family and friends, including all of you. During those moments, my thoughts were focused like a laser beam on my intense love and pride for my son.
After several moments, I started to feel the goosebumps sensation on the left side of my head. This took me by surprise, because I had all but forgotten about that request. I was completely content with having my first request honored. My jaw dropped in amazement. Could this be happening a second time? The scientist in me thought, “Okay, let’s test this again.” The mother in me thought, “I hope he doesn’t think I’m making too many demands.” Nobody likes the whole “DANCE MONKEY BOY, DANCE!” thing. But, in the interest of confirming a “scientific hypothesis,” I took a deep breath and made my third request: “Erik, make me feel goosebumps on my right arm.” Minutes passed…nothing. Hmm. Okay, so maybe it was a coincidence. So what? I still enjoyed feeling the love I have for him, so I sent a second wave of tender thoughts and visions for several minutes.
But alas, as it’s frequently known to do, my pesky ADHD steered my mind down a crazy detour littered with a series of thought-potholes: “Where the heck is my car?” “Wonder if the kids unloaded the dishwasher?” “What should I cook for dinner tonight?” While I was preoccupied by a long string of these menial thoughts, my right arm abruptly began to develop goose bumps. Intense ones. I was so overwhelmed with gratitude and love, tears of joy began to roll down my cheeks. Clean car, miracle from Erik, my day was complete.
To spare a waiting room full of customers from further alarm and discomfort, I quietly left to sit outside on the curb. I had to soak this all in, to savor the moment. Then, something compelled me to turn my head to the right where, lo and behold, a beautiful dragonfly sat calmly beside me. It stayed there for a long, long time just watching me with its big bug-eyed expression. Just like he did while we were on a boat in the middle of Lake Travis, Erik used this beautiful winged creature to make contact, to give me yet another sign of his presence.
I’m not sure if you’ve perused the comments written by fellow reader, Nate, but he also had a dream where a dragonfly entered his mind as a random thought…and this before he had even started to read my past entry about Erik’s dragonfly tricks. Other aspects of Nate’s dream were clearly Erik.
In retrospect, I believe Erik’s abilities were strengthen by my love. As we all know, Love is powerful stuff. Now, the power of cheese? Well, as far as I’m concerned, the jury is still out on that one.
