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Enjoy your exploration. My name is Erro. Do you believe
in resurrections? I mean they happen every day? But are
you willing to listen, to participate, to explore and find
newer ways to understand? This podcast isn't about what we
study and see through the eyes of religion. My boy
boy Ernie spoke with me each chance we had together.
But this isn't about resurrecting a spiritual brother of nearly
thirty four years. This resurrection is that of a writing instrument,
verbal documentation of what some may call a vision quest.
Trusting the great mysteries of life. Tools are handed to
us to carve out each expectation. This tool was laid
to rest inside a forest to experience the elements of
reality while connecting with a universe that unconditionally shares its stories,
But who's writing it. Welcome to the Resurrection.
Speaker 2: Welcome back to the forest. It's kind of hard to
believe that a week has gone by. We had the ice,
and we had a little bit of snow, and we
had the bitter cold. This one area of Ernie's little place,
I call it Ernie's garden, I guess. But the writing
instrument is there, my boy boy, Ernie writing instrument still
after a week, beneath the ice. It blows me away
because it's almost like has it frozen time? What is
Ernie thinking about? What about that writing instrument? Is there
energy between the two? Has Ernie shared his soul with
the writing instrument? Will Ernie even make that choice? Well,
where we stand at a week later is even a
bigger winter storm. This one is predicted to bring six
to ten inches of snow, and the writing instrument and
Ernie are still there inside the garden. Weather like this
is what to me is the reason why we write,
to be creative, to feel from the atmosphere of change,
because we don't know what's going to be on the
opposite side from something like this. Because I think bitter
cold and snow and ice, the wind. It has the
strength to crack a seed, to create a brand new beginning,
the first step of something that you couldn't predict. And
as I stand here with Ernie and this beautiful, beautiful
forest surrounding us, the expectation is high. Ten inches of snow?
Is that even possible? And how will Ernie and the
writing instrument react? Will it brings stories from an upside
down world? Oh? Oh, I just stole that from Stranger Things.
But what if the upside down world exists? What happens
if Ernie is part of that? And the writing instrument
is how I'm going to communicate with those who believe
and those who want to take me on. So what
I love about being a writer, this writing instrument, Ernie's.
It's called the My Boy Boy Writing Instrument to be
freed from the soil. On February fifteenth, twenty twenty six.
We are nowhere near that, but we are close to
another winter storm. Ten inches of snow. The snow is here.
All I wanted was one day of snow to go
with my boy boy. Ernie. Pan is kind of a
thorn in the side, But you know, I'm standing next
to where Ernie has been laid to rest. And what's
so fascinating about this There are so many birds around
this area. Even though it is snowing. There are a
lot of birds that have come so almost like they
want to sing a song. Hey, Ernie, let me sing
a song today. Let me plant a song inside that
writing instrument, which I would love, because, oh my god,
it would be the most fascinating thing to be using
the writing instrument inside a journal. And all of a
sudden I start hearing music, Well, I would know where
that music came from a very snowy day in Carolina,
as I patiently wait for the Resurrection Day, which is
going to be on February fifteenth, twenty twenty six, And
today's only the thirty first of January, so we have
a lot of winter weather still in front of us.
But right now, what I want to do is I
want to put a lot of birds set out here
for Ernie's friends. They're no longer these people or these
feathered things that you know, looked inside the home, inside
his beautiful atmosphere, that mansion of his which is still gorgeous.
Now he can be out here with them. As for
what's going on, inside the mansion. When it comes to
the resurrection, the writing desk that my daughter and grandchildren
gifted me with a couple of years ago is inside
his mansion, and with it are his feathers, and so
on the thirty fourth day, the writing instrument will be
placed inside that desk, which will then sit inside his
mansion for thirty four days. But it is receiving his
energy that's been left inside the mansion while he is
out here enjoying this beautiful snowfall. It's been nearly two
weeks since the ice first fell onto the forest floor,
and I talked about that, what must it be like
for Ernie and the writing instrument to be tucked inside
the soil of this forest with all that ice on top,
And then not even a week later, ten inches of
unexpected snow sat on top of this beautiful little creature,
my little green man, my songbird, my jazz singer. And
so it's been almost two weeks since this area of
the forest has not seen the sunshine. And so to
walk into the forest to this area and to see
a bare earth, it's like what I'm not used to
that I'm used to seeing ice for warmth. I'm used
to seeing snow for beauty I'm used to. It's like
it ain't that. What you need to be used to
right now is mud because this whole entire area is mud.
And of course my heart has so much compassion for
my boy boy Ernie as well as that writing instrument,
because you know, materialistic value is materialistic value? How much
did you pay for that panic? And it's in the
earth unprotected? Oh no, But the writer in me, the artist,
wanted to have something that had exceeded any limits that
I've ever done before when it comes to writing instruments,
and that is it has to lay next to Ernie
for thirty four days before coming into the area of warmth,
which will be the writing desk that was gifted to
me for my daughter and grandchildren, and it will stay
in there for thirty four days inside Ernie's mansion overlooking
the forest. But I'm a long ways away from that.
Today is only the fifth of February twenty twenty six.
I don't get to go anywhere near that writing instrument
or uncover it to give it some real sunshine for
another ten more days. And what's in the forecast today?
Speaker 1: More so?
Speaker 2: Now? Oh the stories, Oh the stories, and I keep
praying that I wish Ernie here's this when I say,
put it in the writing instrument, give me something to
write about that isn't like anything else we've ever experienced.
We're eight days away from the resurrection basically, or the
human being taking the My Boy Boy writing instrument out
of the ground. And as I stand in this section
of the forest where Ernie has been laid and the
writing instrument is next to it as well, there's a
lot of squirrel holes here. They're digging for something. And
so as I stand above the site where the earth
was removed but peacefully put back, I'm looking into the
holes trying to figure out what the squirrels would be
looking for. Now, the unbelievably beautiful box that Ernie and
all of his things were placed in has not been touched.
The squirrels have not dug down that deeply. But to
see this many squirrel holes, it's like, what are you
looking for? What are you trying to free? Can I
bring something up spiritual without pissing somebody off? Is this
removal of the giant boulder in front of the cave? Oh?
How dare you go there? There's no way you can
compare this to that of all the ancient stories that
we've read. And yet I'm standing right here. There literally
are six holes above where Ernie has been laid to rest,
and I can't see what they're looking for or what
they have freed. We are eight days out the resurrection
of the writing Instrument, the My Boy Boy Ernie Writing Instrument.
I would like to give you an update as to
what real studies determine and not one's imagination when it
comes to giant boulders in front of caves and you
get this inkling or this feeling that, oh, my god,
I could be living so out here. Is there a
message here? Well, first of all, what you need to
understand is that when squirrels are digging around grave sites,
the earth is soft. They only want to dig where
it's easy to get into. They don't want to deal
with things that are heavy, so therefore they see the
soft dirt. Well, my God, in Heaven, what I'm going
to do is I'm going to put seeds in there,
or for that matter, there could be food down in there,
So they're either looking for buried food, or what they're
doing is they want to store some buried food in
there because it's still in the middle of winter and
they're looking for areas where they can easily get to
so and you know, they could be hunting for insects.
There's just something about that soft ground that has their attention.
Now here's the thing that a lot of people don't
realize is that it's very symbolic and very spiritual to
get an interpretation. When you see a squirrel digging holes
inside a grave site, it usually should mean and this
is what I picked up on, is that life is continuing.
Preparation comes with cycles, and nature tends to leave behind
stories that we can grab onto. And you know what,
things like this, the squirrel on top of where Ernie
and the writing instrument that my boy boy Ernie writing
instrument are Life doesn't stop. That's the message. This is
what I'm researching. This is not my words. This is
what I'm researching. The earth is active, it is not still.
Even places of loss are part of a living system. See.
I didn't want to go any further with this story
with my boy boy Ernie and the writing instrument until
we had a better understanding, because I don't need some
sort of troll or a quack writing to me saying, oh,
you think your bird whose jews was Christ? No, I
do not. This is a personal journey as a writer.
And if you think I'm the only one as a
writer or an author, then I invite you to walk
a mile in my shoes and sit down with the
other creative people where I'm explaining this journey to them,
that this resurrection of a writing instrument being in the
ground for thirty four days, and I would say, hey,
this is a really stupid idea. And the majority, the
majority of those who are creative that I've sat with
shared this with, they look at me and they go, no,
that's a story. That's a writing instrument. I want to
read what you will one day write.
Speaker 1: The resurrection. It's a true story. Learn more about this
forest and my boy boy Ernie on arrow dot net,
a re dot net. His story, his journey a new
path with the writing instrument are available on the podcast
The lyrics from Ernie's Forest. Future episodes of this podcast
will focus on the transition of materialistic value to that
of an authentic storyteller. The ice storms, a record setting
eleven inches of snow, the fear of walking to the
gravesite to find nothing, the resurrection, faith, hope, forgiveness and discovery.
What lessons will the writing instrument bring back to the
surface of walking forward? Let it rise above our tears.