What Spirits Look Like

I just talked to Erik through Jamie and here’s exactly what he said during the Jesus Interview: Right after Quentin Crisp commented on what a good-looking man, Erik teased him with, “Do you want to invite him to breakfast?” Quentin’s reply was, “I’m down with sausages.” LOL!!

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Me: How do spirits manifest into the body that Jamie sees while channeling, Erik? What do they look like in the body? I guess that’s what the blog member means, right?

Jamie: That Jamie sees? Like if I’m looking at Erik?

Me: Yeah.

Jamie: How does Erik make it so that I can see him?

Me: Well, yeah. What does he look like to you?

Jamie: To me, they look like those color transparencies that they used to use in college, you know. And if you held them up against the light, you could still everything directly behind it, and you can still see the color, the shape, the image and the words on the transparency.

Me: Okay. But Erik, do you do the same thing to manifest yourself to Jamie, or do you just not have to lower your vibration at all?

Erik: She wishes!

Jamie laughs, then sighs.

Jamie: He made it sound so sexual, it was so weird.

Me: Erik, behave yourself!

Erik: I can’t. Holiday season’s coming. It’s just so fucking fun.

Me: Well, you’re on Santa’s naughty list for sure! And you probably will be for all eternity.

Erik: Pretty much. I can bank on that. But you know, there’s a certain amount of pride that comes with that, Mom.

Jamie and I giggle.

Me: You just love being the bad boy, Erik. You’re the bad boy and the class clown in the room.

Erik: Thank you. Anyway, I do lower my energy some, but not to the same degree as someone who is—

(Pause)

Jamie (to Erik): Oh, if someone isn’t trained or doesn’t have the natural ability to see you?

Erik: Yeah. With them, I have to come down a lot lower. But if someone is trained to see or has the natural ability to see spirits, then I don’t have come as low, so my vibrational being is still brighter. That’s probably why I don’t look like a solid person and look like the transparency Jamie’s talking about.

Me: Okay. So, how else does he look to you, Jamie? Does he glow, or does he—

Jamie: Nope. There are some days when he has extra light around him, but when we have these talks like this, he’s real casual, you know. Kind of looks like a guy, you know, that you can see through. Even his dress is very humanlike. Today he’s wearing jeans. There are holes in the jeans. They’re rubbed raw, and I know he doesn’t have to dress like that anymore, but—

Erik: What? Do you want me to come naked from now on?

Jamie giggles.

Me: I knew he was going to say that!

Jamie: Are you serious? You guys! In the family.

Me: Yeah, I was thinking, ‘Oh my god, at least he doesn’t come naked. That’d be awful.’

Jamie: Okay. How many times are we going to consistently talk about nudity and his package?

Jamie and I laugh hard.

Me: God, I hope this is it. Seriously, Erik. Surely you’ve run out of material; so let’s move forward. So, how do you pick out your wardrobe, Erik? Do you look in your closet and say, “Hm. I wore that last week, so…”

Erik: No, no. It’s what I feel like wearing.

Me: Do you wear a hat every time?

Erik: No.

Me: Do you comb your hair before you come in?

Jamie: Uh, I would say no to that!

Me: Definitely. Do you ever comb your hair?

Erik: No.

Me: So, you don’t have to get dressed. You can just think about what you wanna wear and it’s on, right?

Erik: Yeah, think. Just think.

Me: And you just think your hair is messy and it’s messy.

Erik: You know what? I don’t really think about my hair.

Me: Obviously.

Erik (laughing): That’s probably why it stays messy. But yes, it just comes with thought, Mom. Like if I wanted a Christmas tree, if I needed a private space, I just focus on it and create it for myself. But it doesn’t stay manifested. If I build a structure energetically, it doesn’t have to stay there beyond my use of it.

Me: I see.

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