My agonizing is finally over. Thank God!
We had a lot of good guesses and no one got it! I have a sneaky suspicion he popped into some people’s heads, but they wrote off their initial reaction because of who he is. Surely, Kate would not have an issue with this guy, eh?
It’s Erik Medhus.
I hope you’ll understand my hesitation, my worry about posting this one. Erik is a different kind of famous, and, AND he already has a full time blog his Mom is busting her butt over! Seriously dude? You talk to so many mediums, why do you want to talk with me?
Ha, right as I wrote this a new CE blog email popped up.
Okay – It started over a year ago when a client asked me to ask Erik what would help with depression. I had never spoken with Erik before, but he was right there answering before this guy was done asking:
Go see the therapist lady with the big tits. That way, not matter what, you’ll leave feeling better.
I don’t remember anything else about that session, but I do remember that gem of Erik Advice.
The second time was a few months ago when I was trying to get in touch with the deceased female relative of another client. I couldn’t seem to get her, which sometimes happens, and as usual someone else was stepping forward.
“I’ve got a young male with a big smile and…”
“ – *gasp* is it Erik?”
Erik begins laughing.
“Uh, he’s laughing and nodding. Is he another relative?”
“He’s Erik Medhus, from the Channeling Erik blog!”
Oh for heaven’s sake! I will admit this pissed me off for a second – here I am trying to do this *utterly serious* work of helping this client reach a dead relative and this kid busts in on the sacred space of the reading? WTF?? In a flash I remembered the eye-rolling one liner of advice from months earlier, and I thought “BEHAVE, You!” But it seemed that Erik and this client were already good friends, so all was well.
These initial encounters slipped into the back of my memory and I continued as I had been going, until I read the Mother Theresa entry and posted about it on this blog. That seemed to clinch things somehow, and Erik began to pop into my head all the time.
Riding my bike, there’s Erik. At work, scrubbing a speculum, there’s Erik. At home watching a movie, cooking supper, playing with the dog, there’s Erik, peeking in, offering to engage in conversation. He is a lot of fun to have around, so I didn’t mind, but it was getting quite intense. He even broke my “bathroom rule” (no spooks in the shower) and popped in while I was in the bath! (Which is technically not the shower, as he points out.)
All the while I kept pushing him away, I was still stuck on this idea that I have to keep a separation between me and the Channeling Erik blog. See, we Aries can be a bit stubborn.
“Erik, you talk to so many different mediums – why do you want to talk to me?”
Shows me the blog, shows me the ripples of people connected to it, shows the ripples pulsing outward and getting more intense, shows me Elisa, gives me a grin and says “Join the party, Babe!”
So there was my week or so of agonizing. How the fuck do I contact his mother and say, “Hey, you don’t know me but I know your dead son…” I said, “Okay, dude. Just let me think about it.”
Later that night, I was looking at my iphone and I decided to look for new podcasts. I’ve been listening to my main four: Laura Stinchfield (pet psychic) Karen Hagar (regular psychic) Dan Savage (sex advice) and Lisa Williams (British psychic). Yet I was suddenly possessed with the idea of new content.
I opened the search and Erik started to shout: SEAN AND JEN! SEAN AND JEN! SEAN AND JEN!
I would be inclined to spell “Sean” as “Shawn” but he was yelling the spelling at me somehow too. I did remember mention of a show on the CE Blog, but I hadn’t investigated until this point.
Search for Sean and Jen and Channeling Erik! Five podcasts popped up. Download!
I spent the next day at work unpacking medical supplies and listening to Sean, Jen, Elisa (learned I’d been mentally miss-pronouncing her first AND last name) Jamie and of course, Erik.
For the first time in over a year, I was again questioning my sanity. I was questioning my motives. I was worried what other people might think (ridiculous) and I wanted to respect Jamie’s work and not horn in on this thing in which she was ALREADY participating. I wasn’t feeling very confident, so I said to Erik, “Okay, I need your help with this. If I really am talking to the same Erik that’s in this podcast, I need you to *prove it to me* until I am convinced!”
At that point in the podcast, we came to a commercial break. I started to hit the “forward 15 seconds” button to skip through it, which results in hearing pieces of words, like flipping TV channels quickly. Then the pieces of words started matching up to make new words.
Fuh-k! Sh-hit! Ass! T-its!
Hilarious! Nice one Erik, and very clever! Score one, but I need more. I haven’t put any spirit through the ringer like this since we first started talking to John. I even tried to convince him he could remain “anonomous friend” on my blog, and that there would be some sort of advantage to this.
That is BULL – SHEEIT and you know it!
And just like John, Erik came through – in this gentle, humorous, utterly persistent manner, he came through in a thousand tiny ways in the next week. At one point, a guy was yelling in the hospital, “ERIK! HEY ERIK!” At other times, I’d be thinking about my hesitation on moving forward with this, and in that moment the podcast would skip forward and Sean would be saying, in that deep, confident voice of his, “You can’t let fear hold you back from what you’re meant to be doin’.”
Some of it was funny, some of it brought chills to my arms, and sometimes tears to my eyes. This Erik is one special guy.
But I don’t have to tell you, do I?
This morning, I went into work to find a message from Elisa – “Elisa has sent you a message on…” It was spam. WTF? But it was cause to initiate contact with her, and I took it as the gentle prod I needed to just up and email her already.
I can’t believe you’re afraid of my Mom, Erik chided. She’s like, the nicest person in the whole world. And I know this because I can see EVERYONE! Muah-ha-ha-haa!
(Oh yeah, that’s another habit I’ve picked up in the past week or so, the “evil laughter” thing – that’s Erik.)
So I finally screwed up the courage to email Elisa and tell her what I’d been experiencing, and did it make sense to her? Was there something I could help with the blog?
She replied immediately – she would *love* help with the blog.
So there it is, folks. I’m soon to be a guest blogger on Channeling Erik. Let’s see what comes from all this!
Muah-ha-ha-ha-haaa! (Erik’s talking about taking over the world!)