Don’t forget to sign up for the trance channeling online event coming up this Wednesday at 6:00 PM CDT. I’ll be there! SIGN UP HERE. I’ve got another two-fer for you. When I asked Erik about the Marfa Lights mystery, he was pretty tight-lipped. As per your request, I pushed him a bit more. I also asked him about the Roanoke, Virginia mystery as well. Many of you probably have to dig way back during your middle or high school days learning U.S. History.
Also, the winner of the last contest is blog member Ish. I think that’s a username. She guessed correctly that Erik’s first girlfriend was black, African-American, whatever we’re supposed to say now. Ish, please send me your address so Amy can send you the book!
Also, I’m accepting “Ask Erik” admissions again. Just email me your story, (emedhus@gmail.com) but please know that I won’t answer those emails. I’ll just collect the stories. This is to save time.
THE MARFA LIGHTS, CONTINUED
Me: People felt like you didn’t give enough information on the Marfa Lights. One guy said that they found out they were just lights on the highway.
Jamie: Lights on the highway?
Me: Yeah. Headlight. Headlights.
Jamie: The Marfa Lights?
Me (with a Texas drawl): Yeah. Over in Texas.
(Pause)
Jamie: I’m asking Erik to describe it to me.
Me: He just didn’t give enough information. He said it was like aliens working with the government and stuff. It’s just not enough. People just feel blue balled.
Jamie (laughing): It left people blue balled?
Me: Yes.
Jamie laughs, then sighs. She probably knows where Erik gets it now.
Erik: So sorry! I’d like to see these people step out and do some research. That would be very nice.
Me: I know, but they depend on you.
Plus, let’s face it; he’s got a pretty damn good vantage point!
Erik: Isn’t that scary?
Me: Yeah. Very scary.
(Pause)
Jamie: He’s still going back to aliens.
Me: Well, tell us what they’re doing, exactly. What’s it all about?
(Pause)
Jamie: He’s just talking about their mode of transportation and communication.
Me: Mm hm.
(Yet another pause. We’re having a hard time getting started here!)
Erik: Are we talking about electricity here and how they produce light on an alien ship?
Me: Is it a light from an alien ship, then?
(Damn. Another pause. A long one.)
Jamie sighs.
Jamie (chuckling): He’s telling me to sit down, and I’m like, ‘Uh uh.’ I’m too cold to sit down, for one.
Me: Turn on the heat!
Jamie: It is. It was like 40 something when I came to the office, because at the event last night they left the air conditioning on.
Me: Oh!
Jamie: What he’s showing me—so these are low-lying lights. These are not high up in the sky. He’s talking about dimensions, and he’s showing… To me the way the lights look, how he’s presenting it, is that they come in and out. It’s not, um—
Me: Oh, come in and out of a spacecraft?
Jamie: Um. I don’t even see a craft.
Me: Okay.
Jamie: When I’m looking at it, I just see the light. There’s no craft attached to it. I don’t really understand.
Erik: The way that travel happens—cuz we’re talking about space-time travel—it doesn’t fit in this box we like to learn from.
(Long pause)
Jamie (to Erik): I know, but how do I explain that?
Me: Yeah, Erik. Give her the word-for-word, for the love of god!
He’s torturing us here!
Jamie: Thank you!
Erik: Oh, now we’re loving God? This is new.
Huh?
Me: Well, we’re all God, so you’re God, and I love you.
Erik: Touché.
Me: There we go. Humpf!
Erik: You love it when you’re right!
Me: No, I don’t care! I don’t care about that. You ought to know that!
Jamie (whispering): Interdimensional.
Erik: It’s interdimensional travel. That’s what this is. So, it’s not like we would see an airplane come landing down.
Me: Mm hm.
Erik: And we would see it from a distance and say, “That’s an airplane. “This is not like a car that travels from point A to point B.”
Me: I can understand traveling between dimensions, but what is the light? Are they glowing aliens, little tiny spacecrafts, escape pods? What are they?
Erik: They’re not escape pods, but they’re coming from the craft itself. It’s no, um—
Me: Is it a weapon?
Erik: No, it’s not a weapon. No. The best way I know how to describe it is that it’s not the aliens; it’s the craft itself.
Me: The actual craft or something coming from the craft?
Erik: The actual craft.
Me: Oh, okay.
Finally.
Me: Interesting. And it goes between dimensions. Anything else on that?
Erik: No, not until people get pissed and wanna ask more.
I still feel unrequited. I think he’s withholding, because he thinks we’re not ready for the information.
THE ROANOKE MYSTERY
Me: Jamie, so you know that whole story about the settlers who disappeared in Roanoke, Virginia? Europeans came back to the settlement and found everyone gone. They all disappeared. There was no one in Roanoke. It’s a big mystery.
Jamie: I know this?
Me: I don’t know. I was asking you if you did. It’s what kids learn in school, but your kids are probably not old enough.
Jamie (Laughing): Yeah, no we haven’t gotten there yet! Huh. So, they settled, and when they came back there was nobody there?
Me: Yeah, when somebody went back to Roanoke it was like, “Wow. Where is everybody?” They just completely vanished.
I know we’re going to get to Erik and his answers eventually.
Jamie (to Erik, chuckling): Erik! (To me) Erik’s giving me this picture in my head of these big birds, hawks, coming down and picking up the people. It’s so not what happened.
(Long pause as Jamie listens)
Jamie: He’s showing me two things. One is that there were other settlers in the area, Native American Indians, however you want to call them, but I also see, um, c’mon, that symbol for Vikings, the little hat with the horns on it?
Me: Oh, I don’t know. What do you call them?
I’m clearly mulling it over with no hope of coning up with the answer.
Me: Are you talking about the Conquistadors?
Jamie: Sure. I don’t know.
Me: Well, what are they? Are they Europeans?
Jamie: Europeans, and I see them as being inland.
Me: Mm hm.
Maybe they were some of the Vikings who came to America before the other Europeans. I’m wondering about this as I type, and I wish I had asked him at the time.
Jamie: Not on the coast. Not where we’re talking about. Pulling them out. There was not a natural devastation. It wasn’t like there was some kind of hurricane or flooding or tsunami or something like a natural disaster that killed them, but I see there was a struggle with—
(Long pause)
Jamie (to Erik): Like an illness?
Me: Okay.
Jamie: So, I see some dying naturally. Some are being killed.
Me: Why?
Erik: Because they’re afraid, afraid because the death is spreading.
Me: Death by being killed [by the Native Americans] or death by disease?
Erik: People are dying from the illness, and the others killed healthy people, because they’re afraid they’ll die from the illness, too.
Me: What kind of illness?
Jamie: I don’t know if you’d call it a plague or whatever.
Me: Well, what kind of illness was it?
Jamie: They turned blue.
Me: Hm.
Jamie: Do you ever get black fingers? What does a black finger mean, a blue and black finger? Frostbite?
Me: Yeah, or cyanosis from a lack of oxygen can cause you to turn blue, and if you lose the blood or oxygen supply to your extremities, they can necrose and turn black. It’s kind of like gangrene.
Jamie: I definitely see the tips of the fingers being black and blue, and I see people not being able to breath properly.
That would explain the Blue Man Group look.
Jamie: I don’t see open sores. It’s more of a chest or oxygen thing.
Me: Hm. It’s not tuberculosis, is it? (Pause) Is it a bacteria or a virus?
(Pause)
Jamie: It’s being passed around.
Me: Okay, so it’s a contagious disease.
Erik: So, some people naturally died, and others were killing them off, and others are leaving.
Me: Leaving because they’re afraid. Who’s killing them off?
Erik: Each other.
Me: Oh, they’re killing each other off!
I’m a little slow.
Erik: Yeah, because, “You touched so-and-so. You’re quarantined. Or You’re going to go ahead and die,” so they kill ‘em.
Me: Oh.
Jamie: It seems very bizarre.
Erik: They had no way of figuring out why there were these deaths, so it was very scary.
Me: I can imagine. Did they think it was some sort of witchcraft or punishment from an angry God, or…
Erik: A punishment, and a few of them walked away with Native American tribes.
Me: In a friendly way?
Erik: Yeah. Leaving. Asking for help.
Jamie: I don’t see a war between the tribes and the Europeans.
Me: So, did the Native Americans take them in and allow them to live among the people of their tribe?
Erik: Some of them, yes, but some of them just traveled away, because they felt that, if they were to settle, they’d be punished.
Me (chuckling): So what happened? They just kept on walking?
Erik: It was kind of like a nomad thing. They lived here and there. They thought that the land was cursed, or they were cursed
Me: Well, why haven’t they found any remains of the people who died there?
Erik: Most of the dead were burned, and the Native Americans took some of the bodies to dispose of them in a way that worked within their belief system. They had to do it in an honorable way.
Me: Okay. Anything else?
Erik: Nope.
