Tuesday, 16 February 2021 04:21

Honoring our children

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I come from a generation where one of the overriding hopes of our parents was that their children would have more opportunities, chances of success and simply a more enjoyable life than they had. I look at my parents and know their hopes and wishes have in large part been fulfilled. For you, my wife and I, we are faced with a different scenario. In that different scenario, it is our children who are giving us an opportunity to see the world through a different lens, a lens that offers the prospect of rapidly accelerated spiritual growth. And our child / children do so out of their love for us.

These words in all likelihood are meaningless in the throes of the initial stages of shock and grief. The processing of a world turned upside down is a process that cannot be rushed, occurring at its own timeline without judgement or haste. We purge the heavy emotions, crying and weeping as we wash them away, and then filling that space with all the fond memories. At some point when the immense waves of grief begin to lessen or change, I refer you back to the opening paragraph and embrace how much our son / daughter loves us (present tense, not past).

On this new path, we are introduced to the concept of soul contracts and soul families. I encountered this concept in Brian Weiss books (Many Lives, Many Masters and Messages from the Masters) and more directly in the Michael Newton books (Journey of Souls and Destiny of Souls). If you are willing to explore this concept, its premise is we reincarnate often with the same souls who make up our soul family; In doing so we typically take on different roles as we learn and grow. Brian Weiss says it well on page 2 of Messages from the Masters, “I believe we do reincarnate until we learn our lessons and graduate. And, as I have repeatedly pointed out, there is considerable historical and clinical evidence that reincarnation is a reality.” To close the loop here, not long after Quinton transitioned and I began my pilgrimage to obtain an inkling of what was going on, I was told “Quinton and I had done this before, but I didn’t learn the lesson so the two of you decided to do it again.” That to me is the epitome of Love, Patience and Grace on Quinton’s part.

I endeavor not to tell you what to do; doing so is wrong on so many levels for I am no expert. We are all on the path, the same path leading to the same place and it is for us to find out what that means. However, what I can do is tell you what I do, which is to honor our son, Quinton with my actions, words and thoughts. Our shared journey of grief and awakening is a sacred and accelerated journey to a higher awareness – if we accept is as such. Then it is up to us an individual to decide what to do with that higher awareness. Quotes such as this are like bread crumbs leading toward a new way of thinking about our time here; “Our lives are not the result of random actions and events. Lifetimes are wisely and carefully scripted to enhance our learning and evolution.” – Messages from the Masters, pg. 11.    

In honoring our child/children across the veil, how we do that is an individual journey as well. Given each of us are individuals and along different points of the same path, there just isn’t a “one size fits all” way. We should endeavor to understand that, to avoid any judgement of others for how they are progressing and for that matter, try not to be too hard on ourselves. Not one of us is perfect, which is why we are here together now, helping one another when called upon to do so.

Namaste,                                    

Monday, 18 January 2021 09:50

Soul

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I remember, quite vividly in fact, being literally on fire with the truth, the divine knowledge that Quinton lives. I would approach nearly anybody, maybe everybody to share what Quinton had revealed by his visits and signs. The more I shared that white hot energy of love, knowledge, gratitude and awe, the more it was shared back with me. You see, the Universe replied, “what you experienced is quite natural and happens to most, even if some don’t recognize it”.

In this mental and spiritual landscape of being awash with a new truth, I was even more amazed to find this truth in some mainstream Hollywood movies such as What Dreams May Come, Hereafter, Charlie St. Cloud and Heaven is For Real. Additionally, and let us not forget Collateral Beauty and The Shack. These movies and others touch upon that divine truth, we exist beyond the flesh. Some movies get into this sacred truth deeply while others just touch upon it briefly, but still it is impactful as we are forced to put on those, shall we say, more spiritual shoes for the first time…out of necessity.

Now there is a new movie out called Soul. I watched it the first time and I knew it was special, but I was unprepared for all that it was touching upon, so I watched it again a week later savoring this Disney movie as it depicts the transition of souls as they go into the light while fully aware. I further savored The Great Before as new souls are born and prepare to incarnate! Yes, there is so much more to “a lifetime!” Those are just two sacred concepts deeply woven into the movie and these are important concepts for us due to our shared journey, and it is important for those not on our sacred journey to be exposed to. The funny thing is they may consider it entertainment, not fully realizing the concepts are pertinent.

Even more impactful for me, eleven and one-half years after Quinton’s transition was what I felt a core theme; our time here is a gift and therefore sacred, each breath we take. As the movie neared its climax, at first subtly and then like a sledge hammer, the message was to be present, each breath, each sunrise and sunset, each smile, breeze, falling seed pod, and a good song that touches us deep in a forgotten place. For some of you, you are already there. Even though I Know There is More, too often forget to smell roses and be present to the beauty of our time here I am ashamed to say. So, that core message was for me made even more poignant, because here I remain working on my lessons while Q is at home.

I am actually thinking I may watch it every Sunday, to center my mind – as I enter each work week.  Yes, today was a good day and I hope yours was better than it might have been expected.

Namaste,

Saturday, 21 November 2020 09:54

Thanksgiving 2020

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What a ridiculous year!  While goings on of this year have been heavy on my spirit, I can only imagine the heaviness so many are feeling if your child or any loved one transitioned this year.  And now, Thanksgiving is here, and we are supposed to be Thankful? The holidays can be challenging enough for so many, but especially for us.  But what if, this is all part of your plan?

I know, believe me I know; for some, it is not the time for that question.   At one point it was not the time to ask me that question.  As weeks and months that slowly passed, I was exposed to information making the above question not only relevant, but on point.  Through Quinton’s visits and so many sharing with me their children / loved ones visits with them, I began to understand there is no death and that we continue in a non-physical form.  This is a nice understanding, but still begs the question, Why?  Why did this happen to begin with?

I was gifted a book by Dr. Brian Weiss within a few short weeks of Quinton’s transition, Many Lives and Many Masters. A new door was opened and I ended up reading every single one of his books.  These books exposed me to the concept of reincarnation.  Dr. Weiss was a traditional psychologist when he hypnotized a patient and asked to “take me back to when these symptoms began.”  Over the coming year his patient shared eighty-six different lifetimes.  This discovery and experience shook Dr. Weiss’s belief system to the core.  He felt he had to share, but was afraid he would be ruined and ridiculed. After four years of sitting on what he learned, he finally published his first book mentioned above which found me not long after Quinton transitioned.  The point, you may ask?  The point is, there is no death and moreover, we come back again and again.  Okay, great but why?

Next came Dr. Michael Newton’s books, Journey of Souls and Destiny of Souls.  Where Dr. Weiss writes about reincarnation, Dr. Newton took it a step further researching by hypnotizing his patients and writing about the time we spend between lives! He further introduced, to me anyway, the concept of soul planning and soul contracts.  His books and many others, share that we design our life plan and we do so to learn something individual to us.  This is the rabbit hole I refer to time and time again.  Is this a bitter pill?  About this time I was reminded that Quinton and I had “done this before, but I didn’t get it”, so we agreed to do it again.  This is a bitter pill, but herein lays the gift and what I am grateful for; now I understand, and now I know my why.  And I am Thankful.

As the giant waves of heavy grief begin to abate, leading smaller waves, I pray these thoughts and concepts open a new door for you as they did me.   The painful truth is that we only learn those deep lessons through adversity.  Okay, enough of those bitter pills; leaving them behind, here is the gift and here is the opportunity to find some thankfulness.   Isn’t it amazing to realize that our children, who love us so, agreed or even offered to leave early that we may learn or master our lessons?  And as far as lesson go, they may be becoming Peace, Forgiveness, non-judgmental, Kindness, realizing our Power and Magnificence, Caring for others, becoming Selfless, learning how to accept Help from Others, overcoming Fear and addictions of all sorts.  Maybe the lessons include learning all labels we apply to others are not remotely relevant. We all are on the path to becoming the better version of ourselves.

I hope you can join me and us in being Thankful for our journey and these crazy times.  It is here, within the pain and divisiveness where we have the greatest opportunity to choose on some level, to move toward a better version of ourselves while helping those whom our experiences may benefit.

Peace be with you and Happy Thanksgiving!       

Sunday, 08 November 2020 20:59

Just Dropping In

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I don’t mind telling you, the drama and divisiveness in our country today is weighing on me. It is in times like these when it is good to remember and or be reminded that we are so much more than our bodies and dramas we live. Leave it to my sister Tina to drop in and make her presence known. Tina transitioned a couple of years ago and continues on in a non-physical form as all our transitioned loved ones do and as we will as well.

Below is my other sister, Regina’s retelling of Tina’s recent visit. To set the stage, as you know, I read a lot in the months and following years following Quinton’s transition. One of the concepts I came across was about the phenomenon known as “dropping in” and "piggy-backing." The below is an account of what dropping in may look like for some. This one involves one of Tina's cats, named Chaos:

Jacque and I have been feeling a strong energy in the house for the last few days; we’ve both noticed the shift. There seems to be a definite presence, but we haven’t been able to put our fingers on it. With that being said, I haven’t been as present as usual because I’ve been completely consumed with the election coverage, which is not like me, I usually don’t watch the news because of the negativity and biased coverage.

Karen came over for dinner yesterday, she is a great friend of ours and this was the first time we had her over to the house. Her husband was working late, so it was just us ladies. After dinner while we were just relaxing and chatting, Chaos needed to go out so I let him out. When he came back in he noticed Karen on the couch and stopped dead in his tracks and looked up at her with what appeared to be confusion and curiosity. He stared, as the seconds turned into minutes, I’ve never seen an animal react this way to anyone. (See the picture of Chaos taken by Karen, after Chaos had already been staring at her for ninety seconds!) The first thing I thought was that he thinks Karen is Tina. We were in awe, you could hear a pin drop, no one moved. Finally, Chaos approached Karen, slowly; unsure of himself, but the urge to get closer overpowered his uncertainty. He approached the couch and reached up with a paw and Karen reached out, Chaos smelled her, taking in her scent, then he jumped up next to her and took in her scent. Tina must be here, Chaos can’t get close enough to Karen, and he has to touch her, smell her and snuggle up to her. He couldn’t get enough of her. Could she be his lost mama here to check on him and love on him? Tina’s other cat can’t stay away from Karen either; she is in her lap and won’t leave. We all were in awe; there was a definite connection between Karen and my sister on this evening.

The “presence” that Jacque and I have been feeling makes sense now, Tina is letting us know she is here, the swift movement that we see out of the corner of our eyes, the feeling that someone is watching. Chaos could see what we couldn’t, maybe if we had been more present, we would have known sooner. I wish the fleeting moments will happen again so I can appreciate them more, time to be more present and not allow myself to get caught up in the daily monotonous routine, time wasting tasks that we find ourselves caught up in day in and day out. This has been the first time since Tina’s transition that we felt that she was here. She loves those cats, more than she loved herself. She often would go without necessities to ensure they would eat and have shelter. This has been a reminder to be present, be aware and to cherish the moments.

Tina transitioned in December of 2018; I wrote about Tina and her initial sign to me in a blog on January 27, 2019. Tina, thank you for dropping in, in a time when we all needed the reminder.

We love you,

Peace.

P.S. – Pay attention to those instances that you find odd; listen to your first reaction, before your mind tries to explain. Once your mind gets involved, pay even closer attention if you are thinking, "that has never happened before”, or “that was strange”, etc. Trust your instincts, then recognize something wonderful has just occurred.

 Chaos

Monday, 17 August 2020 21:46

Divine Appointments

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Our time here is a series of Divine Appointments, those significant moments that matter. A divine appointment could be when you met your partner, when you or a loved one executes a task agreed upon in a shared soul contract, or when you meet a person for the first time by the universes’ guiding. They are all a matter of Divine Appointments, but it is incredibly moving to show up at that perfect time to serve.

I had an appointment with a vender, scheduled for 10:00 a.m. on a Monday morning. He called me in the 8:00 o’clock hour, his voice heavy with emotion, informing me he had to cancel. His emotion came through loud and clear; I asked if everything was alright and it was then he shared “there was a death in the immediate family.” My heart leapt out of my body at that moment. I knew I had to stand with him. Later that day he rescheduled our appointment at the job site, for two days later at 10:00 a.m.

We showed up at the appointed time. I stepped out of my vehicle and he his. His grief, bewilderment and confusion all were visible beneath his (gotta get back to work) veneer. He was struggling to hold it together as he was trying to work without having begun to process the impossible. We had shown up for our Divine Appointment.

Starting slowly and gingerly, I introduced myself and Quinton, letting him know we are here to help and that we have experience in matters such as these. He began to shift as he realized that he and his family were not alone. I underscored that dawning realization in his demeanor by letting him know there are thousands of us, parents in a group called Helping Parent’s Heal who know the pain and know the path, and all of us stand with him.

This gentleman was all ears. He briefly explained how his step-daughter transitioned and I let him know the specifics of the transition matter not, and that she still is. During our earnest conversation I pointed out that I hadn’t used the word “dead” or “died,” but instead used the word “transitioned”. He said, “I noticed that.” I let him know, that even in the beginning stages of his and his partner’s grief journey, his step-daughter still exists and moreover, he is now part of a large family that when they are ready – we can help.

Usually, when meeting somebody so early in the journey, I simply listen while trying not to go too far down the path of “Knowing There is More”, but towards the end of our appointment, I told him that his six year old step-son may be the one to get the signs from his sister first. I told him not to be surprised and to listen and encourage him, for they too will receive those signs at some point as well. I said all of this carefully, indicating it may take time to recognize those signs and that is okay.

We had been fist bumping and bumping elbows occasionally during our conversation because of Covid, but at the end of our meeting I waived him in and wrapped him in a hug. Brother you are not alone, the words and hug from above clearly told him. As we parted ways, I looked back and noticed him sitting in the passenger seat of his vehicle, weeping; weeping tears of gratitude that such a Divine Appointment was made and kept. He told all of his family about the meeting, the conversation and the glimmer of hope they provided. He told them, “Today I met an angel”.

Well, this is not about me and I am not an angel. Not many of us are, except maybe Elizabeth Boisson, co-Founder of Helping Parents Heal. My point here is, each and every one of us, from time to time will be tapped on the shoulder with an indication, “you are up; you have a Divine Appointment. Go, stand with that person and I will provide you with the words to say, and the knowledge of how best to provide comfort and support.” The Divine works in mysterious way, allowing each of us to be an instrument of healing, while we heal.

Peace and Love

Ernie and Kristine

Quinton’s parents

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