Get to Know More About the Backstory of Atlantis Scalar
I had been posting blogs to Channeling Erik, having sessions with my wonderful CE mediums, posting them on the CE YouTube channel, airing the Erik’s Hour of Enlightenment every Tuesday night for many years as well as opening my home to mediums to host 3 to 4-day events to Channeling Erik followers so that they wouldn’t have to rent an expensive venue. Plus, the attendees loved the idea of visiting Erik’s childhood home, videotaping his room and capturing his orb, asking him to turn pink or other colors, sit in his mama’s lap, etc.
As many know, I never profit from anything related Channeling Erik, for obvious reasons. In fact, I gave up a lucrative career as an Internal Medicine physician to work with Erik because I felt, deep in my heart, that, together, he and I could help more people. And I was right. So cutting ticket prices by opening my home for these events was a great idea. Oftentimes, people who seek spiritual answers also have financial troubles.
During one of these events, medium Raylene Nuañes showed us how to use dowsing rods to find and close “portals.” I had never heard of such a thing, but she explained it in much the same way as you will see in the description I provide below. She found several downstairs in my home, including over the “eBoard,” which is essentially the same as a Ouija board designed by medium, Jamie Butler and Erik. It has a lot of colorful language like “Hell yeah” and “Fuck no,” “Laughing my ass off,” and phrases that are typical of my little rascal. The reason there was an open portal over the eBoard was because I had left it face up. Apparently, that’s a no-no because it allowed negative entities to transit through and into my home. Who knew? Not me!
Next, Raylene checked the backyard and found a huge portal where we had just cut down an old water oak that must have been nearly 400 years old. It was rotten through and through, riddled with termites and a true hazard since one of its largest branches draped over our master bedroom.
As Raylene closed the portal, she gasped and said, “Whoa, some heavy Native American shit went down here!” That rang true because where I live, Native Americans were quite prevalent, and there’s a bayou running nearby named, “Buffalo Bayou” because that’s where they used to steer the buffalo so that they would break their legs since the sides of the bayou were so steep, and Buffalo orthopedic surgeons were on short supply at the time.
In retrospect, I recalled my husband, Rune (He’s Norwegian, so they have weird names.) and I saw a cute little Eastern screech owl on a branch where the water oak had been freshly cut down. It looked perfectly fine, a healthy glean to its eyes, lively movements to its limbs and head. But the next day, Rune found it dead under the branch where it had been perched.
Two or three years later, a crazy thought entered my mind, and I swear it didn’t feel like it came from my own brain (What’s left of it.)
‘I wonder if there are portals or energy vortexes in my home still?’ And using Raylene’s technique, I found that our home was essentially Swiss cheese, riddled with open portals! In particular, in Erik’s room, there were 3 open portals in his closet, one over the nightstand by his bed, one over the middle of his bed, one at the foot of his bed right next to his bed and one right where his desk used to be. I closed them all the way Raylene taught me, then reflected on each of them for a while.
It hit me a few minutes later that the one over the nightstand was where a water bottle started spinning when my 5-year-old granddaughter, Arleen, was sleeping in Erik’s old bed. She freaked out, saying that Uncle Erik was playing games, flicking the light off and on at the same time.
The portal over the middle of his bed was over a drawer where he had his gun hidden. The portal at the foot of his bed next to the wall was where the bullet lodged after he had shot himself, and the portal where his desk had been was the place where he had actually taken his life.
Eventually, I asked Erik, using the dowsing rods, if people could also have open portals in their energy bodies and he responded, “yes.” Playing 20 questions, I found out that I had several that blew open since childhood because of the trauma of being raised by two sociopaths who also had narcissistic personality disorder. Another story for another time.
So I realized at that moment that I could heal the energy of not only my own energy body and home, but the energy bodies of my husband and children. When I did, the results startled me.
The day after I did energy work on my son, Lukas, he went from making $15/hour as an intern with his company to receiving a call from the same company offering him a 2 to 3-month position in California making $12,000 a month and then after that, an indefinite position making $16,000 a month. And when I did energy work on my 4th year medical student, Annika, she made one of the highest Step 2 test score in the nation, a score she admittedly called, “stupidly high.” I came to the conclusion that, ‘This shit works!’