First an update on Robert. Good news and bad news. The good news is that Robert feels great other than frequent shaking chills. The bad news is that on CT scan, they found a big abscess just behind the bladder causing those chills as well as his high white cell count. So back to the OR he goes, poor baby. I suspect the surgeon didn’t take the time to meticulously clean out the abdominal cavity before closing and neglected to place the proximal end of the drain in the most dependent part of the abdomen. My father, one of the best surgeons in the world, is none too happy, to say the least. Don’t even get me OR my dad started on the shortcomings of many of our colleagues. Sigh. Looks like Robert will be in for a few more days. He’s bummed he’ll miss playing in the snow with the rest of my family.
And now for some comic relief, courtesy of Erik, the court jester, and his extremely patient cohort, Jason. I’ll through in an email Sherry sent as well. Enjoy.
From Jason
Robert, Erik and I have this inside joke about “Trance Mediumship”. We sometimes talk about the technicalities of it and then crack jokes. One of Erik’s is when we talk about the merging of soul energies around and within a body for thought and other actions. Any way. Whenever one of us says the word “merge” Erik goes;
“heh heh,, you said MERGgggge– Hey Jason! I am ‘Merrrrggggging with Robert… Jealous? ha ha ha ha”…..
And I say. “ERIK!– YOUR SUCH A PIG!”
Then we all laugh.
The other day I was talking to Erik some more about it, and he puts a sheet over his head and waves his arms in the air and makes googley eyes and funny faces and comes at me, groaning , “Merrrrgggge, Merrrrrggggee,… ” and then he says, ” OH, DUDE, that is so NASTY, I’ve Possessed you I’d have to wash myself with BLEACH!” Then he shows me him dancing in place within a hazmat shower, like he’s brushing buggs or radiation off him and squealing, while pouring a bottle of bleach over him scrubbing himself down with a huge brush..”
I had the hardest time not laughing out loud like an idiot on the bus. And I can’t share with anyone, but you guys.
Lots of love.
p.s. @ Michelle,
This morning Emily had green lizard and dinasaur puppets and was making them dance for me. She had an odd cool looking hair doo. I asked her where did her red curls go. She grumbled and said “Fine!” and it turned back to red. Then Erik started pulling on her hair and flapping it. And she whipped around and they started wind milling their hands in a girly arm fight, and laughing and giggling. It was hysterical. As time passes I am more and more convinced of all of our interconnections. Kinda amazing.
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At some point in the recent past: (during Reiki actually…)
Jason to Erik:
Errrriiiikkkkkk — “This sucks. This out of the blue sadness, this weird sense of loss.”
E to J — “That’s because you’ve been on auto pilot for so long. That’s your ego driving. It’s base emotion; Base & it’s reaching for anything powerful enought to hide you in. It’s saying, ‘forget the world! – lets wallow’. But, you are aware and don’t want to be like that so it bothers you. You keep snapping out of your attitude and saying to yourself, “WTF” & keep trying to readjust your thinking. Doing that takes work and active intent.”
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At some point in the past:
@Erik: “E- I am bored! I want to be entertained.”
E to Jason: “No you don’t! You need an attitude adjustment!”.
J to E: “Where’s the love?”
E to J: “I’ve got tons of it.”
J to E: “But…..”
E to J: ” No butts! Either do something or go to sleep!”
J to E; “But….”
E to J “(Sigh……)”
J to E; “Did you ever have a job? “
E to J: ” Ask Mom.”
J to E: “Where did you learn a work ethic?”
E to J: “MOM!!!”
(I guess this is my cue. Erik had a few jobs, but his work ethic sucked! He’d get bored or distracted or he’d misunderstand what he was supposed to do, and a week or two into the job he’d be canned. Poor little guy. This was very hard on his self-esteem, and I’m sure that’s why he wanted me to convey this to Jason.)
J to E: “Fine don’t tell me. I don’t care.”
E to J: “Dude quit being lazy and talk to her.”
J to E: ” I miss ya!”
E to J: “Meee tooo! I am sooo looking forward to your memories being back and your confidence and wholeness back. I miss hanging out with all of you. I miss all of you guys as you are in whole. Youre not like this here. Your are in touch with all you are here.”
J to E: “I wish I could remember.”
E to J: “I know.”
J to E: “I am going to sleep. Any last words? Wait for Lydia’s (guide) training. She is in charge. Ok, later dude”.
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From Sherry
Hi All,
I just got back from the gym and had a vision I wanted to tell you all about.
Michelle, you’re Emily’s mom right? I haven’t met you yet. Nice getting to know you.
Earlier this week, Jason said Erik wanted me to listen to my tunes with him. As you probably all know, Erik loves Led Zeppelin, as do I . I have a bunch of their songs on my Ipod and I listen to it as I work out sometimes.
Today I granted Erik his wish. We rocked out together. I always get cool visions of him enjoying himself, playing an electric guitar. Did he play one when he was alive, Elisa?
(Oh yeah, and VERY well!)
Anyway, on one song, I saw him with a microphone, singing his heart out, playing his guitar and I saw a little girl by him and her hair color kept changing. From blonde to black to purple (my favorite color!) to brown to red. Could that be Emily, Michelle. I remembered your reply this morning about her hair.
Sherry
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From Jason
Ok, so I didn’t cc you all on my dream email I sent you all individually about my dream last night. But I did send you all the same email basically. Cause your my support crew. But I just recalled something. Right after I woke up from that lucid dream. Erik for the first time gave me the nasty smell he gave Paul. And just that night on the phone i was saying to Sherry, that Erik doesn’t give me smells cause Iam either oblivious or hate smoke smells ect. Of course then he has to push my buttons over it. I’ve never smelt anything so foul, and no it was NOT a fart smell, and I know it was him, cause him and Lydia were in the room with me for “Dream review”..
I distinctly recall telling Erik that if that smell was him, he was in so much trouble and I was gonna ignore him for a week. I was kidding of course, but he thinks this is great fun. Now as I type this he is flipping me off and making crazy faces at me and laughing.
Sigh…
