Thursday, 26 March 2020 14:51

Here We Stand!

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Well, here we are, in a unique situation. We have been through hell and now, here we stand. We stand resolute and strong. We are strong in the Knowledge that we are eternal. We know this because our children show this with their amazing visits and signs. There are no accidents and this isn’t an accident either.

Over the years I have said on numerous occasions, “Once you understand, once you get there by owning the Knowledge, you have a sacred Responsibility to help others get there too.” And now, here we are in a dire time, where our perspective is needed.

Last week, I sat in on a webinar put on by my employer, about the virus covid-19. The whole point of the virus was to help all the employees from a psychological perspective of grieving their loss of normalcy. During this webinar it struck me, the tools and processes being presented reminded me of the initial stages of getting acquainted with a new normal after Quinton transitioned. What further dawned on me was that much of our population was at a loss of what to do and even possibly, who they are without their routines and titles.

We know all about this, don’t we? This is adversity; there will be pain, discomfort and hardship. As we know, after the initial woe is me mindset, something quite magical is possible like the Phoenix rising out of the ashes. Some may call it the silver lining or in our case, the Collateral Beauty. It is already becoming evident as some begin to wake up to what needs to be done. Maybe some more are waking up to deciding to be part of the solution, as opposed to part of the problem. Can it be so simple and far reaching? After going through Hell and emerging better for it, the answer is yes.

Collectively and on some level, we signed up for this and in some way it is for our betterment. Suddenly, there is a clearer focus on what is important – our family, our friends and how we may be of service to those less fortunate than ourselves. Seeing the impact of a smile, a kind word, encouragement, acknowledgement and listening – the impact of being present with someone, even if for a moment is tangible. We are all in this together. Realization of this simple fact is part of the Silver Lining. We allow ourselves to be separated by so very many descriptors, but a situation such as covid-19 wipes away many of the labels we allow to divide us.

Transitioning away from a physical form to a non-physical form, this too wipes away the labels we allow to divide us, as it is the same for all. We are all the same. We are all human beings or maybe more to the point; we are indeed spiritual beings having a human experience. So what are we to learn from this human experience, individually? I truly believe we don’t need to consider the macro-view, because that is beyond our control, at least initially. What are we to learn as an individual? I can think of no better opportunity to focus on this.

Life is an opportunity, an opportunity we all signed up for. Let’s make the most of this, grow from it and help others cope and even grow as well by sharing what we know.

Namaste,

Tuesday, 31 December 2019 13:38

A Gift From Quinton

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The year 2020 is upon us and I would like to start the New Year with a gift from Quinton, after all, the time seems absolutely perfect. He set us upon a new path, a journey to a new land with a different view of humanity.

First, there was the survival mode, with the revelation that all of us are eternal. And some might argue this first point with me, but it is true nevertheless.  His signs and visits demonstrated, even to me in the early stages of heavy grief, that he was and is still alive.  This remains hugely important.  The piercing of my consciousness with little if any exposure to organized religion, that he was alive after shedding his earthly body.  To come to this conclusion so soon after he transitioned was surely a blessing.  The reading and conversations with so many afterward drove home the simple fact, not only was it normal to be alive after shedding our earthly bodies, it was normal for everybody – period.  This new found knowledge and realization, the gift if you will, only deepens from there.

Next, I discovered all the manner of ways we divide ourselves, how we separate ourselves from one another is illusion; this separation is human-made and not real. I am most certain some would argue this point and argue it vociferously.  I get it.  I see the news, although I try not to, and at times I sense the separation, but all of it is still false.  You see, Spirit has no color.  Let’s just start with that.  No matter the color of our skin or our ethnic background, whether Black, Yellow, Red, Brown or White – we take none of that when we shed our earthly bodies.  We take our experiences and how we related with and treated others, but not our color.  Our color means absolutely nothing.  The same is true for our sex and sexuality.  The same is true for our political party and our religion.  The same is true if we are rich or poor in earthly terms; we don’t take that with us either.  And so on.  All that we use to divide us from one another is meaningless as Spirit.  This is what I learned in the years of reading on a quest for knowledge to begin to get my arms around how Quinton was able to send my signs, to visit me and on occasion for me to hear / sense his whispers.  I learned all of this in a quest to understand, why I didn’t know any of it was even possible.  This is Quinton’s gift.  Pretty incredible isn’t it?

The timing is yet again, perfect to share this gift with you, with 2020 upon us as our human made systems rub our noses in discord and divisiveness. Let this gift sink in.  There is no color; let’s remove that category as a way to divide ourselves as we are all spiritual beings having a human experience.  In having a human experience we learn a myriad of lessons, each different from the next.  We cannot possibly fathom how it all works when viewing what seems like chaos, but when we examine our own lives quietly and privately, we do see our own lessons – if we are honest – with ourselves.  Now, replace the word “color” with any and all other categories we allow others to divide us.  The point is the same.

We can rail against the injustice of it all now and throughout history, but still, we are the same. We are Spiritual beings here on planet Earth, learning a myriad of lessons as human beings.  We learn Love, Forgiveness, Grace, Peace, Tolerance, Patience, Fortitude, Gentleness, Strength and on and on and on.  We may learn that as we look into another’s eyes, we are looking into our own.  We may even discover Forgiveness when looking into the eyes of another and seeing ourselves looking back.

This is Quinton’s gift to me. It is broad and deep, but my lessons remain as make slow and tortuous progress toward mastering them.  I dare say, maybe the same applies to you.  Those of the dogma claim we are all born in sin, but I sincerely think the meaning is, we are all born with lessons to learn as we evolve to be more divine.

In accepting Quinton’s Gift, let us endeavor to reduce the ways in which we keep ourselves separate for one another.

With much love,

Quinton’s Dad

 

Friday, 27 December 2019 11:04

The Voice

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I remember after reading seemingly dozens of books on signs, reincarnation, and life between lives – when I finally began reading the Gospels of the New Testament. A dear friend and angel in my life told me, with tears in his eyes to read it and to start with the Gospel of John. And so I did.

I’m not sure how far I was into my reading of the red print, when on early morning a voice woke me up around 3:00 a.m. in the morning. This voice was like the voice that told me when I was single and twenty-seven years old, “You will be a good Dad”.  For the sake of not offending anyone or giving anybody the impression that I may believe God was talking directly to me, I will just say, that voice speaking to me on both these occasions wasn’t mine.  On both occasions, that voice came from someone else.

The voice spoke very briefly in its pointed clarity, and it spoke directly about one verse that I had known of for years, even though I had not gone to church very much at all, and had never read the Gospels. The verse is Matthew 5:39 “If someone slaps you on the right cheek, offer the other cheek also.” (NLT Study Bible)   This is the one verse I had heard spoken of throughout my life and candidly, it made my blood boil. What do you mean if somebody strikes me on my cheek, I am supposed to turn the other?, I would ask in my mind. Oh no, in my imaginary conversation, you strike me and I will strike you right back.  That voice, around 3:00 in the morning, a mere two years or so after Quinton transitioned explained it in a way so I could understand.

The voice explained, more in a feeling than words, the turning of the other cheek is about being okay or at peace with yourself – and I understood. The voice shared a feeling of being so very much at peace with myself and the world at large with all its pain and suffering, so that when struck in the cheek the only natural reaction was love and response, “Brother, what is wrong?”  And I understood it!  Turning the other check had nothing to do with being taken advantage of or subjugated in some way. 

On one hand, I can say “How funny that this message came to me,” or simply “what a coincidence this message came to me,” as much of my life I have struggled to find that peace, a peace through and through. I have box checked with the best of them, in pursuit of peace and in pursuit of meaning.  I have thrashed and flailed about at the feeling of being less than and now all these years later, I am still quite capable of doing the same. And so, yet again, I remember the voice and its message.  To be so at Peace, to be so OK with myself, that I am Love always, no matter the circumstance. That is right, no matter the circumstance.  Ironically, when I see myself in the eyes of others, often this is just what I see.  This is especially true when I see myself in the gaze of my grandchildren.

Does this make sense? I ask, because our language is so limited in expressing adequately, experiences like this.  And as it goes, trying to do so is probably and as usually, more for me than you.  Most anything I say I have come to realize is just as much for me than the person I am speaking to or who may be reading something I wrote.  Naturally, how could it not, this all goes back to Quinton who showed us in no uncertain terms, all of us are eternal, and in being eternal all of us are on the same path, but at different points on that very same path.

My wish is to be at Peace and to be OK with myself more often. My wish for you is the same.

Namaste,

 

Wednesday, 30 October 2019 06:23

Quinton brought me to Unity

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My son, Quinton Stone Jackson, brought me to Unity. I had been searching since I was sixteen when I first tried to read and comprehend the Old Testament.  The OT made more sense when I tried again in my mid-thirties, but still, there was a lot that I was unable to vibe with.  Not growing up with religion or a church, I began trying churches in my early thirties, even being baptized when I was about thirty years old, but there were no sky rockets and nothing much changed at all.  Change came later, but at some point I stopped searching.

When I was forty-four years old our son transitioned. Just to be clear, that is who is referred to above.  Having neither religion nor faith and not knowing what if anything happened when somebody died, I had absolutely no idea what to expect.  The shock and anger immediately began to change when our son began to visit.  His first visit came a mere thirty hours after he transitioned as I found my left hand being held while alone in a room.  It pierced my consciousness that Quinton was quite alive five days after the accident.  In that moment I realized “Quinton still is” and immediately wondered why I hadn’t known it worked that way.  Within eight weeks, I began reading everything I could get my hands on, in an effort to understand what was previously unknown to me.

In the years since, Quinton’s visits (signs) increased and in the dozens of books read, I experienced in text what Quinton had shown me. There is no death and nobody dies as each of us transition, leaving his or her physical body behind.  Most importantly, I learned this is true for everybody no matter religion or lack thereof, no matter ones color, sex or sexuality, political party or even if an individual was deemed decent or not.  This simple truth applies to everyone. 

Early in the journey of attempting to discover how this all was possible, I was gifted books about reincarnation through Brian Weiss M.D. and even read about our time spent between lives through Dr. Michael Newton. I read dozens of books, and then I read the New Testament, finally finding my way to the red print.  That first reading of the red print spoke to my soul and tied the pieces together.  Jesus’s teachings relating to the facts that we should not judge anybody, love everybody and the importance of forgiveness resonated with me and still do.

As my journey continued, I shared our experiences and what we were learning, published two books while folks I spoke with shared their experiences with me. Same experiences, mind you!  Kind of funny what you learn when you take the opportunity to actually speak with one another.  Along the way, somebody suggested I check out Unity Church…and I did!  I will never, ever forget that first visit and the synchronicities that came with it.  I wept silent tears as the Mission Statement was read, “Unity of Phoenix Spiritual Center is a loving spiritual community that welcomes all people and honors all paths to God.  We are dedicated to transforming lives by inspiring and awakening individuals to discover God’s Spirit within them.”  I realized I was home and in perfect alignment with the path Quinton Stone Jackson had set me upon.

Now I find myself on the Board of Trustees at Unity. I am one of many, each of us doing our part to strengthen the foundation of our Spiritual Center as we build toward our shared future.  We do so in Love, Gratitude and Appreciation for you and the Spiritual Center.  I can think of no greater honor as I share the gifts God gave me in ways that are useful and beneficial.  Not one of us is perfect, but there is purpose in all of our lives and we are in this together. Being together is where the magic happens.

In closing, know you are eternal and embrace your divinity. Cast out any judgement and Be The Light.

Namaste,

 

Sunday, 30 June 2019 21:24

Ten Years Later

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For five days I had been running, trying to be strong for others, trying to coordinate and trying not to let it get me. On the phone constantly, pacing the halls while on crutches; anybody who scowled at me, I scowled back. If anybody looked beyond that scowl and deeper into my eyes, they saw the hurt, disbelief and shock.  On the 5th day, the new reality began to sink in. It caught up to me and touched me.  I really do not like going back to this place, even now ten years later remembering in the days immediately following Quinton’s transition.  It is Quinton’s ten year angelversary and I remember the immensity of that cloak.

On the fifth day, laying curled up in a corner, despair wrapped itself around me. Where is Quinton, I wondered and I imagined him alone somewhere in the darkness.  This stifling vision gripped me; I had no religion or faith.  I knew not that life continues and is endless; I was a blank slate and I was now ready for something.  A close friend of ours burst into the room.  Was she excited or agitated, none of us there knew and began to despair anew, until she spoke.

I still remember the heaviness in the room, now ten years later, as she began to speak and we thought – “What next?” She said in a breathless voice as if she had been running, “I can only tell this once” as she urged us to gather. She began in earnest, telling us a Medicine Man in full gear came to her in the lobby of the Marriot Courtyard.  He grasped her hands and looked deeply into her eyes and said, “I have just finished performing a ceremony. A little boy sent me to find you.  He wants you to know he is fine and Tom is helping him with his transition.”  With this, a new door cracked opened.

The energy in the room changed, immediately. The somber expressions were replaced with gasps of surprise, joy, and even smiles with the revealing of something more.  All of this happened in a heartbeat and all of it before our minds had a chance to question any of it.  Within my gasp came the realization that Quinton lives… and the question, why didn’t I know the human experience worked this way?

Since, there have been signs from Quinton too numerous to count. With the passage of time comes a discernment and acknowledgement of his quiet voice.  I desperately want to share this knowledge with you; we desperately want to share the knowledge – all of our loved ones who have transitioned are quite alive in the spirit realm, but how best to share this information?  How can we help you when you are in the throes of your grief?  At some point, the words on this page are just that, words without meaning.  

Within a few short months, as I began to share the amazing and wondrous that Quinton was showing us, I promised myself to not pretend to be an authority on the topic of what our loved ones do after shedding their earthly bodies, instead speaking to a broader message of “Know There is More” and inviting you, dear friend to conduct your own research. By and large, I have honored this promise, but within this journey of experience, speaking with others and reading books by experts who have performed the research, I do have my own take.

I understand we all get to go; we all shed our earthly bodies and go home no matter how we lived or how we transitioned. I feel the pain and have heard the dogma associated with those who transition by suicide; they continue as well.  While I cannot speak to their thoughts and what their journey looks like on the other side, I can invite you to read books by authors like Michael Newton, Brian Weiss and James Van Praagh, especially Michael Newton.  While I don’t really understand the concept of Karmic Debt, I can invite you to read up on it yourself; maybe you can explain to me how the concept factors into our time here – in this latest version of ourselves.  Through it all though, I am reminded of the greatest of spiritual teachers in our history who implore us to Love one another (even our enemies), to Forgive (especially if it is ourselves) and Not to Judge others (even the face in the mirror).  With these three principles in hand, it is easier to navigate the waters of the human experience.

Ten years has passed and amidst the swirling drama, the Peace I seek is at hand. All I want for you, is to have the same.

Namaste,

 

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