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Erik Rune Medhus, took his own life on October 6, 2009. Since that sad and tragic day, an overwhelming sense of grief and despair propelled Elisa Medhus (Erik’s Mother) into a search for answers. Answers that would provide her and others with comfort and hope. Some of those answers came from the many books she bought, but many came from an unexpected source…Erik, himself. Through dreams, visitations and channeling, he describes what happens during the death process, what the afterlife is like, what he does with his time there, what it feels like to be a free soul, the nature of thought and reality, the meaning of life and the human experience, as well as other matters. If you fear your own mortality, if you grieve over the loss of a loved one, or if you yearn to know the answers to these questions and more, please join ChannelingErik.com in this journey to enlightenment.

Erik would be the first to admit that he is no Oracle of Delphi. He does not claim to be a Dalai Lama, the Great Messiah, a mountaintop guru, or even a wise sage. No, he is a flawed human being who, like many of us, has battled his own dragons both inward and outward. He has stumbled and failed time and time again. But perhaps because of his foibles, he has a deep understanding of the human experience. He knows what it’s like to be neck deep in a foxhole of misery clawing desperately in the mud to pull himself out. He also knows what it’s like to feel hopelessness, to give up, to believe that life is not worth the pain, the trouble and the setbacks. But these attributes, these trials and tribulations offer another type of wisdom. One we can relate to in the shadow of our own hardships. That said, however young, flawed and imperfect, Erik is a voice worth hearing. He is one of us.

His Life and Death

Erik was born on September 21, 1989 at 3:00 in the afternoon. He greeted the world without a whimper. Instead of howls of protest at the bright lights and cool air, he seemed content to take in his surroundings peacefully. Until he was around 12 or 13, he was such a happy boy. He loved all things manly, motorcycles, military paraphernalia, race cars, and guns. He also adored women of all sorts. Even as a four year-old, he would lavish them with admiration and affection. Erik also loved dressing up in “Pappa suits,” and in the months before his death, he would often walk around in a suit and tie for no reason at all.

Erik had his struggles, though. He suffered from learning difficulties making school an unwelcome and often overwhelming undertaking. Despite our encouragement and understanding, his academic shortfalls ravaged his self-esteem. Peers and even some thoughtless teachers called him “stupid” to his face. To make matters worse, he also suffered from Tourettes, so his odd tics and mannerisms left him vulnerable to unkind remarks. It was during his middle school years that I began to see this happy, charming, affectionate child transform into a stranger. He slowly built a shell of toughness to protect himself from a cruel world. He wore spiked leather bracelets and long pocket chains, smiled less often and was involved in a number of fist fights at school.

Despite weekly sessions with both a therapist and a psychiatrist, Erik slid into a deep depression. He found solace in drugs and alcohol partly to give credence to that tough exterior, partly to ease the pain. As parents, we did everything we could to help him feel better about himself. As with all of our children, not a day would go by that we didn’t tell him how much we loved him and how grateful we were to have him in our lives.

After finally being diagnosed with and receiving treatment for Bipolar Disease, Erik seemed to improve somewhat. He stopped the drugs and alcohol and embarked on a career path to becoming a welder. But as happiness seemed to elude him still, he developed an insatiable appetite for material possessions to fill the empty void: a stereo system for his truck, a new welder, equipment for a new sport or hobby, or a new bike. When he ran out of money, he pawned nearly all of his other possessions for the next “fix.” He also had an intense yearning for friendships. Sadly, he was well aware of the fact that many of his “friends” answered his calls only to hang up immediately once they realized it was him. He was regarded as odd and quirky by many and, as a result, he often felt deeply lonely. I find this so ironic, because Erik was so caring toward others whether they were friends, acquaintances or strangers. He wouldn’t hesitate to give anyone the shirt off his back and often brought home troubled strays in need of a home cooked meal and a place to sleep. In all of his twenty years here on Earth, I have never heard him utter a critical or disparaging word about another person. Perhaps because of his struggles, he was one of the most compassionate, nonjudgmental people I have ever known.

Then came that horrible Tuesday, that deep chasm that tore Elisa’s life into two parts, the “before” and the “after.” Erik seemed to be stable and happy that day. Those last few months, he had finally found friends he could trust, friends that loved him as he loved them. Elisa’s sister, Teri, was visiting from her home in California and she, two of Elisa’s daughters and Elisa planned to go out somewhere for lunch. I asked Erik if he’d like to join them, but he declined, saying he preferred to stay home and “chill.” He asked how long they would be gone, and I told him would return in no more than an hour. Five minutes into the drive Elisa received the worst phone call of her life. Maria, the housekeeper who had helped take care of Erik since he was 16 months old, said she heard a “loud noise” and was scared. Although Elisa had no reason to suspect anything, She instinctively knew. She asked Maria if it sounded like a gun and she replied, “yes.”Elisa begged Maria to go upstairs to check on Erik and she did. The bloodcurdling scream Elisa heard moments later was forever etched in her mind–a scream that marked the beginning of a nightmare from which she would never be awaken, a scream that dashed her hopes along with her sense of inviolability. It marked the beginning of our emotional collapse into a car full of hysterical sobs. They reached home in a matter of minutes, minutes that seemed more like decades. Elisa was so afraid to go upstairs and confront what she knew to be the tragic truth, but as a physician, she needed to be sure he was truly dead. What if he still had a pulse? Maybe she could administer CPR and save him. But upon seeing her son sitting in his desk chair, eyes opened and lifeless, with an obvious gunshot wound to the head, it was clear he was gone forever and could not be brought back to life. Only days later would she discover that he had pawned other possessions and asked a 21 year-old friend to purchase a handgun. In great despair, Elisa flung herself into his lap, screaming like a wounded mother wolf mourning the loss of her cub. It felt like she was out of my body peering down upon this broken shell of a woman whose hands were bathed in the blood of her own child.

The moments and months that followed were torture. No mother should have to bury her child, much less hired a crime scene cleanup crew to pull out his carpet and scour the walls. Since that day, every chore seems overwhelming whether going out to get the mail or unloading the dishwasher. But even as early as the next morning, Erik came to comfort them in many ways, as you will see.

11 comments

  1. Hi Erik.
    Im really touched by the way u are helping the people of the world,its really beautiful feels close to the divine(Baba).Thanks for being and helping us as we all need Babas love in our life.I strongly feel Baba helping and guiding us,u must have helped so many of us to take the right path.
    Jai Baba,
    Kiran

  2. Hi Reunka,

    Baba takes care of all who come,so many miracles I have experienced don’t ask.When u read Babas books,the way he used to answer through letters and signs was remarkable,the same feeling is felt when he answers here through Karl and Erik.Please can I have ur email address as got to write to u lots.Give my regards to Erik and Karl,thanks for making Babas presence felt.Love Baba lots

    Kiran

  3. Thanks Renuka I’ll email you.

  4. Hi Renuka,
    How r u?I have sent you an email.

    Jai Baba,
    Kiran

  5. Hi Renuka,
    I have emailed you.
    Many Thanks,
    Kiran

  6. pls give me your mobile on facebook pls

  7. Hi All,
    Its really beautiful how Baba works on you,believe me it was a very tough time for me,how this site and getting help though Renuka,Karl & Erik.Its just like how Baba picks you up when ur about to fall.If any of you’ll going through a tough time,dont loose hope call out to Baba,remember he wants us to be happy.Thank u Baba.

    Jai Baba.

  8. Hello Erik,
    It was really kind of you to get my late husband, Tapas Guha’s message to me and convey my feelings to him.
    May God always bless souls like you to help all those on earth who need guidance at the moment of despair.
    —PRATIMA

  9. Manisha Ravindra Chalwadi

    Dear Renuka,

    I have sent you a detailed email requesting you to get a message from my husband. I am really depressed and at times contemplate to commit suicide to be with him. My only fear is if the attempt fails. I am just not able to stay without him, I always thought I was brave and strong and everyone around me thinks so but I am not I am so broke that there are no words to describe it. Please help me to contact my Ravi at the earliest.

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