It's burning

Good evening marvelous,

Wow, you stayed with me.

Thank you.🙏 

After opening up last week about why I stopped writing to you and what I’ll now focus on, I thought you would unsubscribe.

Or, more precisely, Negative Nancy who lives rent-free in my mind was convinced everyone would (but nobody did).

I’m so happy you are still here, and in this edition, I’ll share a lesson of surrender.

Shall we begin? 😊 

This photo…

Was captured by my next-door neighbor while being evacuated from our building at 06:10, on Monday, 22 April 2024 (remember that timestamp).

This is a photo of my bedroom eight hours later.

The flames seen in the first picture were two floors directly beneath my bedroom window.

The heat shattered my windows, turning my creative and peaceful sanctuary into a toxic chimney in seconds.

I wasn’t there.

This is the part where I get tears in my eyes telling.

Because I could have.

Oh, I would have if it wasn’t for…

The last two years

I’ve been saying, “I’m moving out of Barcelona, I no longer want to live in the city.”

I knew it deep within but I couldn’t find a way to make it happen.

• When work took off, there were debts to pay.

• When I started to date this spectacular woman from Ibiza, there was a relationship to nurture.

• When work plummeted, I paddled like a duck to make ends meet.

So how on Earth was I supposed to make it happen?

“You should take this course in manifestation,” a friend says a late December evening in 2023.

And I could feel it.

She was right.

By now, I’ve consciously and deliberately practiced, studied, and coached energy techniques for at least 7 years.

So when noticing that familiar feeling in my body - I knew, I just knew I had to. So I asked a friend for help paying for the course (I was broke a that time).

What do you want to manifest?

That’s the first task in the course, and one of the things I write down with a big grin on my lips is: “living in a cute little house in nature, by the sea, outside of Barcelona”.

5 March 2024, 06:10 PM (notice that timestamp).

I receive a message from an acquaintance saying, “Hey man, if you know anyone with skills to share in exchange for free accommodation for April, sign up.”

Know someone?

Meeeeee, I reply.

I apply. I wait. I overthink.

Problem 1

If I get accepted, what am I supposed to do with my apartment?

So, I sit down one morning and meditate, asking my spirit guides for support.

“Ask your landlord”

I feel that answer in my stomach.

I know I should ask my landlord if I could sublet it to a friend so that I can manage things financially, but the contract says it’s forbidden.

But, I ask.

And I wait.

And wait.

It’s almost April and I still don’t know if I’m accepted, and I don’t know if I can sublet my flat.

Pling

An email from Vanessa Sans, “Erik we are so happy to confirm that you have been selected to join us.”

I’m doing the twist and shake, twerk and bake.

YESSSSSS 😄 

Three days later, an email from my landlord arrives in my inbox, “Yes Erik, I understand your situation and as long as you take responsibility, you can sublet it”.

OHHHH MYYY GOOOOOD.

Problem 2

Who am I supposed to sublet it to?

The first thing I do is write a simple message, no photos, in a WhatsApp group I’m part of, and minutes later a girl called Laura tells me her boyfriend is moving to Barcelona from France and just needs a place to stay temporarily.

He won’t bring much stuff and will spend most of his time away. Perfect.

But, he is on a budget.

Negative Nancy enters the conversation and I hesitate. Wouldn’t it be better to sublet it to a friend from Sweden who could pay a lot more?

Plus, this guy only speaks French (because he is French 😅 ), has no social media footprint, and despite having a brief Zoom call, nothing truly reassures me he is real and won’t steal my flat.

As I’m thinking all this I hear a voice say, “Don’t go for the money”.

It doesn’t make sense, screams my rational mind, but alright, I surrender, I say yes to Mr. French.

Problem 3

What should I do with all my things?

As I’m packing on 31 March, I stand there late at night, scratching my head, and wondering if I should leave most in the flat or take it with me.

What will I do after 1 month?
I’m not coming back right?
Or am I?

Uncertainty looms large and hesitation grows in my solar plexus region, the personal power chakra. Now, I’m aware of what that means so, “you got this Erik”, I tell myself.

I take most of my things with me.

22 April, 06:10 AM

I wasn’t there, Mr. French wasn’t there, and most of my things weren’t there.

And did you notice the timestamps?? 👆️

Goosebumps.

• I trusted that voice within.

• I connected to what I truly desired.

• I took action without knowing how, if, or what.

• I asked for help despite facing embarrassment and contracts.

If I had NOT done that - if I had done what some of my friends do, what my brother does, and what many of my clients do before they work with me - I would have been sleeping in that bed at 06:10 AM and I don’t know if I would be writing you this.

Telling you this brings tears to my eyes still today.

It was so close.

Instead, I’m now living in a cute little house in nature, by the sea, outside of Barcelona on a mission to… (well, that’s a story for next week 😃).

Life is so fragile.

If you want to keep taking action ONLY when it makes sense, you know how, or are certain it will work out - go ahead.

And yet, throughout my life, life has taught me:

• To surrender the “how”.

• To trust the unknown and irrational.

• To get out of my head and into my body.

If that’s something you want to improve, embody, and maybe even teach - I’m here for you.

If you already do, share your stories to inspire others and help me empower the world to believe in their true, colorful, and capable selves so that we all can live a life - we are proud of.

Why be dull when you can be colorful?

/ E and little e

P.S. Did you find this helpful? Was there something that touched your heart? Let me know, I love receiving your feedback, questions, and stories.