Post 16 — My Spiritual Awakening Journey Continues: — — Googling

So many unusual and strange things had been happening to me for quite some time that I finally thought I’d better start paying closer attention. I decided to search the internet, hoping for answers, or at the very least, some explanations. Mostly, I wanted to know if anyone else out there was experiencing this kind of other-worldly weirdness.

To my surprise, I came across a YouTube channel called Channeling Erik. It’s about a mother whose son, Erik, passed away, after which strange things began happening, not just to her, but to her family members as well and within their home. According to her and her family, her son Erik was communicating from the other side.

This beautiful soul of a woman, named Elisa, was incredibly heartwarming to watch and listen to. I took to her immediately. There was a strong sense of familiarity about her. When I looked into her eyes, it felt like I was looking into my own. The way she would move her eyes and look up was like watching myself. Days and weeks went by, and I watched as many of her videos as I possibly could. I was intrigued… and then I was hooked. Strangely, I felt almost glued to her.

One of the first things that happened in her family was shortly after Erik crossed over. Elisa received a phone call from her father who was an atheist who told her he had just seen Erik. He said Erik appeared as clearly as if he were alive, but as a young boy, about five years old, sitting on his lap looking up at him!

I knew I had to know more about Erik. I could feel it deeply and strongly in my heart. I was a bit nervous, but I didn’t feel skeptical at all, not even when Elisa spoke to the mediums on the show and communicated with her son through them.

Now, if you’re not ready to hear any of this, it may not resonate with you, and that’s okay. If you don’t believe it, that’s okay too. Everyone is at their own place, and when your nervous system is ready, this kind of thing naturally begins to pique your interest.

I didn’t think I was ready… but I guess I was.

Weeks and months went by. I kept watching Elisa’s channel, listening to the mediums, learning, and most importantly I was now feeling reassured that I wasn’t alone and that I wasn’t going crazy. That alone was a huge comfort.

Then one night, after I had just gotten into bed, my cat was playing in the alcove behind my bedroom door. She always waits until she knows I’m settled and out of her way, and then all hell breaks loose, talking, thumping up against the back of the door, and noisy play with one of her toys.

Suddenly, I heard a man’s laugh!

It was as clear as if my husband were standing in the room and had burst out laughing. The sound came directly from that corner. My cat bolted to the opposite side of the room, ran up her cat tree, and froze there, staring at the door.

I immediately called my husband, who was in another room watching TV. I told him that a man had just laughed and scared both me and the cat. He came to my door, opened it, and I repeated myself. He saw the look on my face and knew I wasn’t joking.

He didn’t know what to say and I don’t blame him. We just stood there for a moment, trying to process it. Finally, he said, “Call me if it happens again and he left back to his room.” I replied, “It better not.”

After he went back to his room, I replayed the sound over and over in my mind, the tone, the rhythm. It wasn’t an old man’s laugh. It sounded young, but not like a child.

The days went on. I continued watching the mediums. The threes and eyes kept appearing everywhere, all the time. And I thought, If people are getting answers from these mediums, why don’t I book a session instead of sitting here with question marks floating around in my head?

So I did.

I booked a one-hour session with one of the experienced mediums from Channeling Erik. These mediums work directly with Erik. They don’t just hear him, they see him too.

On my first session, one of my very first questions was exactly who the bleep-bleep-bleep was behind my bedroom door laughing at my cat while I was exposed in bed, trying to wind down for sleep.

The medium smiled gently and said, “Erik just put his finger to his mouth and said, “Oopsy.”

I was relieved it was Erik, but at the same time, I’m firm about my boundaries. I let it be known I didn’t appreciate it. (Never thought I’d be mad at a spirit.) My bedroom at night is sacred space. He apologized and assured me it wouldn’t happen again.

To give you some context about Erik: he is one of the kindest souls you could ever encounter, no pun and also one of the funniest. His humor, and his mom’s, is off the charts. He’s known for pranking people, and one of his most common jokes involves… farting. Apparently very smelly ones.

I’ve said out loud, knowing he could hear me, “Don’t you ever let me smell a fart from you. I never want to smell that.”

Well.

Days later, I was standing infront of one of our cat trees petting my cat who was purched up high, when I clearly heard the unmistakable sound of a loud enough noise to know it was a fart. I knew it wasn’t me. I looked at the cat and said to her, “if that came from you we’ve got bigger problems” physics alone ruled her out immediately. Then I heard it again, as if to confirm, Yes, you heard that.

And then I heard, in my head: “You never said anything about hearing them.”

I burst out laughing. “Okay,” I said. “You got me. Now stop it. I’m not the fart-joke type.”

All jokes aside, every session I had with the medium and Erik brought clarity. He answered questions, settled my nervous system, and helped me understand that there is more to life than the three-dimensional reality we perceive daily and that it’s all okay. Most importantly, there is nothing to fear.

For over ten years now, he and his mom have helped hundreds of people in countless ways and continue to do so.

One day, after stepping out of the shower as I’d done many times before, I looked at the steamed mirror and there, clearly formed, was a capital E.

E on mirror from Erik

I stood there in disbelief.

Turns out, Erik loves the bathrooms. Boundaries are not his thing but then again, why should they be, considering where he’s at.