I’m still in San Diego for grueling work-related stuff. The weather has been gorgeous. A pity since I only go outside when I travel from my room to the workplace. Sigh. I should be back late Tuesday. I miss my whole family so much, including my little 3 pound Yorkie, Bella. She misses me so much. Everyone says she’s acting very “soggy” as our family calls it. When I Facetime with my husband, I talk to her, too. She looks so puzzled, wondering where Mommy is, sniffing the speaker and trying to look behind the phone for me. Poor. 

Me: Okay. What else do you miss?

Erik: Mm. Food.

Me: Well you can create food there. What’s the difference?

Erik: It’s not the same. It’s the restaurant; it’s the ambiance; it’s the being with your friends, the conversation and the social event around the food, the goodness of the food. That’s just like I create my motorcycles here. I can create speed here, and all that’s fun. You know, I don’t really miss those things cuz I have it. But when you’re on a motorcycle, you’re not sharing it with anyone. It’s your alone time, your time to think, to feel the wind. But when you’re eating, you don’t make a fantastic meal and sit there and eat it by yourself. Some people do. I admire that, but really the food that I’m talking about is the social goodness.

Me: Can’t you create that there with your buddies? Order some pizza or nachos and go eat with them?

Jamie (laughing as she stumbles over the words as she translates them): Pizzoes and Nachos.

Erik: No, I can do that with my buddies over here, but what am I going to do, make a voodoo doll of you and prop you up on the table, one of my sisters, my brother, prop them up. That’s kind of creepy, Mom.

Me: That’s very creepy. I don’t want any pins stuck in me, thank you very much! Anything else you miss about your earthly life?

Jamie listens, then smiles.

Jamie: Okay, that was said pretty sweet.

Erik: The nervousness that you feel in the pit of your stomach and the rush in your chest before you’re about to kiss someone for the first time.

Me: Aww.

(Pause)

Jamie: We have a different reaction here [from him].

Erik: You know, when you’re on Earth, you have to rely on your ability to read a person, and sometimes you can be completely wrong, just totally fucking wrong. Then you move in, and you get slapped.

Jamie giggles.

Me: Aww.

I wonder how many times that’s happened to him. Poor guy.

Erik: Here, you can feel someone from head to toe before you move in to have any kind of intimacy with them. You don’t get that rejection sense. You know who someone wants to be close to you, and when and what. All of that information is just readily available. You’re processing and feeling it. Your entire body is. That’s not on Earth, and there’s that bit of excitement with that mystery.

Me: Anticipation of any sort?  I mean, you don’t know what’s around the corner here. You might think you know sometimes, but you don’t. Do you miss that?

Erik: I guess in some ways, yeah, but not as much as the anticipation of something that’s very intimate.

Me: Okay. What do you like the best about being there?

Erik (clearly pondering his choices): Best.

(Pause)

Jamie: He thinks that’s hard to answer. That’s hard.

Me: Give me a couple, then.

(Pause)

Jamie: Uh uh, Erik. You said it. I’m saying that. (Clapping her hands) Oh, he wants to take something back, and I’m not going to let him! How’s that?

Me: All right! Turnabout’s fair play, girl.

Jamie: It is. He likes the voyeuristic qualities that he has, and he wanted to take that back, because he didn’t want to scare off anybody who, you know, wanted to participate with him or talk to him spiritually, because he doesn’t—

(Pause)

Jamie (to Erik, smiling): Yeah, you can’t get around that quite easily can you, Erik?

Me (giggling): Uh oh. He’s cornered.

Jamie: He’s cornered! What he wants to talk about and teach is that even when a spirit is in a room watching you do the nasty or take a poop; he’s using different words, but, you know. Uh, it means nothing to them. It’s a human function. It’s like, um, there’s no emotional rise in it whatsoever.

Me: Mm hm.

Still not comfortable with the idea.

Erik: Now, if you’re with a spirit that’s died and stayed in the human planes, ghosts, you know, these haunting things that you hear about on TV, if they’re watching you, they still have that emotional need. They want to participate or engage.

Hm. Great.

Erik: They’re not in the right state of mind. I just want everyone to know that I have crossed over; I don’t want any part of what you’re doing. I don’t judge you. It’s your life. I support everything that you’re doing for yourself. I’m just saying I really like to see people’s lives and their reactions and their choices.

(Pause)

Jamie (smiling and shaking her head): Oh, people make up their own minds, Erik. (To me) He’s like, “I’m not a bad person.”

Me: Aww. Of course you’re not!

Jamie leans back in her chair and roars in laughter.

Jamie (to Erik): You’re not a bad person. You’re just very lively. (To me) But that’s what he likes the most, and he wanted to take it back to not offend anyone, but we’re being really honest; that’s what it is.

Me: Okay, Erik, when I take my shower can you please make yourself scarce?

Erik: Deal.

Unless he wants to hear me caterwauling like a cat in heat, i.e. my singing.

Me: Yeah, it would scare him!