Hey, I’m Erik. Yeah, the dead guy. Weird, right? Trust me, I get it. It took me a while to get used to it too. I’m not a zombie (although I guess that would be kind of awesome), and I’m not a ghost. That’s not really how this shit works. But if you come along for the ride, I promise I’ll show you how it does.
First: Did you read the foreword? If you didn’t, you’re missing out. I don’t want to be a dick about it, but my mom’s got some really important stuff to say in there about who I was and what I was like when I was alive and why I’m even writing this memoir in the first place. So go back and read it now!
Second: As you can probably tell, I’m not what most people expect from a spirit guide from the afterlife. I still pretty much talk like I talked when I was alive. I swear, I sometimes forget what my point was and get frustrated with myself, and I never pull punches. Just thought you guys should know that up front. It’s not my intention to be offensive or to turn people off. I want the opposite of that. Just a heads-up, though: I say what I mean and mean what I say, and sometimes how I say stuff isn’t exactly poetry.
I’m here to share my story with you and to hopefully shed some light on what happens when we die and cross over into the spirit realm and all that cool shit. I hope you’ll let me share these things with you. I guess that’s what I want the most—to show people that life doesn’t stop with death, not just tell them that it doesn’t. It didn’t for me. My “life” now is richer and more amazing and rewarding than it ever was when I was “alive,” and it doesn’t seem fair to keep that to myself. Helping people (including myself) wasn’t something I could do when I was walking around on Earth, so I’m doing it now. I hope you’ll be one of those people.