Sunday, 30 June 2019 21:24

Ten Years Later

Written by Ernie Jackson

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,

Sunday, 05 May 2019 21:55

Nobody is Lost!

Written by Ernie Jackson

Recently, noticing many refer to their transitioned children as lost, I began to notice the phrase over and over, and over; “I lost my daughter…,” “I lost my son…” My mind wondered, where did this usage begin and when did it become so mainstream.  In reviewing some of my own writings, I am a bit dismayed that I did the same.  Naturally, I looked up the definition of the word.  In the Random House Dictionary of the English Language, Unabridged Edition published in 1966 the definition of lost “(adj.) 1. No longer possessed or retained: lost friends. 2. No longer to be found: lost articles”. Digging a little further in the Word document, a synonym for death is loss.  What?  This isn’t what happens at all.  The use of the word and synonym presumes there is nothing after crossing over, which we know isn’t true.  Nobody is lost!

Grieving the transition of a loved one is hard enough. The grieving process can be hell on earth without support from family, friends and those who know the path without getting into a conversation of acceptable words to describe where our loved ones are. Even with the support of the angels in our lives, it is the most difficult part of being a spiritual being having a human experience; however, perhaps the difficult process could be made less tortuous if there was some education before enduring it.  I guess this is the part that grates me; why are we not properly prepared for this eventuality?  Why aren’t we given a glimpse of the bigger picture, before we have to grapple with our loved one going home?

While here in the United States we have freedom of religion, the many branches of Christianity are still the dominant religion. According to a Gallup news poll, 78% of all adults identify with a Christian faith.  Jesus speaks upon being eternal, as an example look to Luke 10:25-37; an expert in the law sought to test Jesus by asking “what must I do inherit eternal life?”  As part of the discussion Jesus told the expert the parable of the Good Samaritan which illustrated that love and acceptance for all people is at the heart of what it means to have eternal life.  But, just what does the word, eternal mean?  In using the same dictionary mentioned above, “adj. 1. Lasting forever; without beginning or end. 2. Perpetual; ceaseless; endless.” I think it reasonable to expect that Christians understand we are eternal, but in understanding we are eternal, where and how does one get lost when transitioning?  How does one get lost when crossing the veil?  How does one die and get lost, when we are eternal? 

While I strongly suspected that most in the country identified with Christianity, I didn’t realize that according to the one poll I quoted, it was 78%. Having very limited exposure to organized religion up until after Quinton transitioned, I didn’t truly understand what being eternal even meant; it was just a concept or thought that didn’t apply – until it did.  It was our son, Quinton, who showed me, which is totally mind blowing.  Our son “died” and illustrates with his signs and visits that he isn’t dead at all – meaning he is eternal.  As I tried to understand more and discover why I didn’t already know being eternal was even possible, I began to read.  Much to my surprise, I discovered, being eternal is effectively common knowledge even for some who don’t consider themselves religious, or maybe better said, I found this knowledge in books that were not about religion or Christianity.

One of the very first books that came to me, it was given to me within a month of the accident, was Many Lives, Many Masters written by Brian Weiss, M.D.  In this, his first book, he wrote in the preface, “I distrusted anything that could not be proved by traditional scientific methods.” This was before he had a patient that in eighteen months none of the traditional techniques he utilized could help her overcome her “anxiety, panic attacks and phobias”.  It was only then he tried hypnosis did his patient “recall past-life memories that proved to be the causative factors of her symptoms.” His work with this patient resulted with a radical paradigm shift for him; he wanted to share but was afraid his career would be ruined, but finally he did.  He learned we live more than one “life”, and thusly, exist between lives. The simple and beautiful truth of his discovery is, it applies to everyone!  But in his discovery, tell me where is the “lost”? 

There are dozens, if not hundreds of books that shout it from the mountain tops – There is no death; nobody is lost and we are eternal! And then we have our own personal experiences with the signs we received from our loved ones.  Dead people don’t send us signs and neither to do the lost; only the living send us signs.

I will endeavor to no longer use that word to describe a spirit casting aside their human bodies, and I invite you to do the same.

Namaste,

 

Saturday, 20 April 2019 20:19

I Am Not Going Back

Written by Ernie Jackson

I refuse to go back, back to a belief system that does not serve me, but does serve others. I will not go back to thinking I am a second class citizen because of the color of my skin and that my birth certificate says “Negro”.  I will not go back to thinking I am less than because I don’t have expensive toys or live on the wrong side of the tracks.  I will never again think, I am less than.

We live in a time where yet again, we are encouraged to notice and point out our differences; anything from the color of our skin, our religion, sexuality or whether male or female, and we have been doing so since the beginning of time. And it continues to blow my mind.  I remember being a boy becoming acquainted with racism, but then I realized there was prejudice against people of differing religions.  It blew my mind as I marveled that folks with different religions (e.g. Catholic & Protestant and actually the list goes on) were of the same color but still found a way to differentiate between each other and dislike one another.  Still this goes on; the divisiveness in our cultural today breaks my heart, but damn it, I am not going back.

Why am I so vociferous? Well, because I experienced a paradigm shift.  Our son, Quinton Stone Jackson, transitioned and then began to visit! He visited and visits in so many different ways, from holding my hand, whispering in my ear, coming to me in the most vivid “dream” and even in other ways.  This changed me and my view of each of us, and then I began to read, in an effort to understand not only how it was even possible that Quinton visits, but why nobody taught me this previously.  I learned even more and I’m not going back.

What if everybody knew they were souls – first and bodies – second? What if they understood that as souls, there are no categories by which we could be divided?  We are not black, yellow, brown, red or white; we are not any particular sect of any religion; we are not male or female; we do not have a political party and neither are we rich or poor. What would happen if we all understood that we are all parts of a greater whole?  I have come to understand that all of this is a very distinct possibility.  Can you imagine how our society could change if all of us refused to be divided again?  I am not going back to my old way of programming, nope, not gonna do it.

What if everybody knew they are eternal and that each of our lives here has purpose? What if everyone understood that we all are on the same path, but just at different points along that path?  Can you imagine the collective paradigm shift?  As each and every one of us live our lives, we meet people just like this; folk that are above it all is some way, not bothered by any of it while sharing sound advice or a kind word without asking anything in return.  They are further down the path than we are, but we too will get there.

What if, everyone knew there truly was no death? Ha!  Can you imagine?  What if all of us knew our time here – this time – was only a blink of an eye and while here we should enjoy every moment and cherish every lesson no matter how difficult. What if all of us had a greater grasp of the concept of karma, understanding that as we have harmed and mistreated others, we too shall be harmed and mistreated even if that happens in the next lifetime, so we learn to treat everyone with love and respect while realizing our own magnificence.  What if, when a loved one transitions, we understood we haven’t lost them because they exist still, as will we?

Having read much and been exposed to a wide variety of experiences off the beaten path, I have come to believe that all it is quite true. And, damn it, I am not going back to how I thought before.

Namaste,

Not Going Back

Wednesday, 10 April 2019 08:19

God's Work: Sharing Knowledge

Written by Ernie Jackson

Interesting journey and I find myself quiet again. No longer on fire with sharing this divine knowledge, I have no choice but to turn inward yet as I travel, on occasion I share. 

My current way of earning a living takes me to El Paso a couple of times a month, where I have three medical office buildings I am involved with operationally and for leasing. I get to interface with venders associated with the properties, an engineer, tenants and the executive team for the hospital.  Over the course of the past year I have discussed our journey with grief and enlightenment with the engineer.  I even shared the first book with him, for the benefit of a friend of his whose son had transitioned within the past three years.  Then it hit close to home.

Earlier this year, my engineer’s step son transitioned under difficult circumstances. We were at lunch afterward, him and I.  He needed to talk as he was carrying a burden of guilt, wishing he could have done more for his step son and if he had, maybe unfortunate circumstances of his passing could have been avoided.  He needed to talk and I listened, and assured him that his step-son was fine and that he would send him signs.  He seemed a little skeptical, but I could feel a difference in him afterward.

Approximately four months passed and last week, as he sat across from me at my desk he started talking about finding a picture someplace it didn’t belong. I started paying closer attention.  He was kind of rambling and didn’t mention whose picture it was.  As he continued, he said the picture had been tucked, forgotten, around the frame of a mirror, but the other day he found the picture someplace it had no business being.  I guessed the picture was of his step-son and he confirmed it was.  He completed the exchange by asking what I thought about the whole thing.  I replied, “You answered your own question by even asking me what I thought.”  I told him it was his step-son sending him a sign and letting him know that he was more than just fine, he was alive and well across the veil.  The engineer said, “I hope you are right.”  I let him know that I knew I was.  Things like that don’t just happen without reason.

I was exhausted when I made it home that night. I had been fighting a cold and was just plain worn out.  Somehow I managed to tear Q’s truck up while attempting to back into my single garage stall.  It was very odd and very weird; I just had a moment where I kind of blacked out.  After setting the brake, opening the truck door to get out and pull in the passenger side mirror, suddenly I felt movement the next thing I knew, there was a crunch and the driver side door was pinned backward.  I initially could not comprehend what had happened, but realized the truck was still in reverse.  I was about to go down the woe is me trail, but realized it could have been worse if I had been already outside of the vehicle when it started moving.  If that had happened, I could have been pinned between the side of the house and truck door.

The next day I was on the phone with an insurance adjuster, explaining what had happened and shared that is was in all likelihood, Quinton that saved me from being crushed. Obviously I shared some of our journey and then, she shared hers.  What comes next is the good stuff and what happens when you share with others.  Her name was Carol and she shared that as her Dad neared the time for him to take the journey home (transition), his Father-in-Law (already on the other side) stopped in for a visit.  Everybody in her Dad’s hospital room took notice of his attention to an unseen individual and that he had perked up; they asked and he told them who he was speaking with.

Again and again, this is what is normal – all we have to do is talk about it. Guess I will continue to do just that.  Close the loop; what does this all mean?  It means there is no death and that we continue on in a different form after shedding our bodies.  This drama we are fed, means nothing in and of itself.  The deeper decision is, what will each of us do in the face of it?  Will we let it demoralize us or be an agent for Good?

Namaste,

Wednesday, 10 April 2019 08:01

What is Next

Written by Ernie Jackson

Quinton’s ten year angleversary is nearly here; maybe that is why I have gone inward, reflecting and reaching deeper. I remember like it was yesterday, the accident, the signs and the epiphanies; and I remember the reading of oh so many books.  All together, they were a splashing of bright and vibrant color on the blank canvas of my soul, in my absolute darkest hour.  While the signs and epiphanies lifted my spirits, the reading helped me begin to focus my attention and begin to make sense of how it all was possible.

Down the rabbit hole I leapt, just like many of you. The sensation of Quinton holding my hand thirty hours after he transitioned and his coming to a Medicine Man five days after the accident to get a message to us, fueled my journey.  We didn’t have Helping Parents Heal, so I went to a well-known book store, the Tattered Cover on Colfax in Denver, selecting books that spoke to me.  While reading the first book, I came across a passage that compared death to coming home from a long day, going into your closet and striping off your dirty clothes and getting into something more comfortable; only with death we go home and peel off our physical bodies.  This impacted me so profoundly as it illustrated death is only a transition, a crossing a threshold, a peeling off of a physical body and then a continuation in a different form.  For me, somehow afraid of even the concept of death at the time, this thought was completely incredible.  And so the journey began in earnest, as does yours.

Over the years, I have noticed truth can be found anywhere, in non-fiction and fiction alike, for instance, take the Celestine Prophecy. Again, understand the mindset.  I was looking for information, for answers and for a deeper understanding of how Quinton was still alive and able to send me signs. My hunger for this knowledge was insatiable; I read what I was called to read and read what was given to me in most cases.  Celestine Prophecy falls in the latter category.  It was this book, by James Redfield that identified the significance of coincidences, as they most typically indicate a connection to something or a message of some kind.  As an example of how this works, when you think of your loved one on the other side, suddenly a butterfly, or humming bird or dragon fly or anything for that seems unusual suddenly appears. For many, the thought is – what a coincidence, but we know better now, don’t we.

The reading was vital to me for a season, a season lasting possibly five years. During that time, there was another key element to my processing the information and pain.  Physical exercise helped me immeasurably because even though an amazing community wrapped both Kristine and I in its arms, we still were not connected to Helping Parents Heal.  The physical exertion helped my purge some of the grief as I grunted, groaned and felt the high from the endorphins.  We talk of Light and Love, of Knowledge and Peace, but still we must cry or do something to process the heaviness of grief.  The fellowship of speaking with others on this path was equally beneficial.

Ten years later, the quiet returns. Having grown tired of the sound of my voice, being outside with nature, sitting in silence and listening, feeling, enjoying and noticing all that is going on around me – is a welcoming Peace.  You see, we already KNOW, and in that knowing, now I endeavor to just BE.  We know that Quinton IS but a thought away; we know how to hear him when that faint whisper or sign comes. We have a greater sense of why we remain and recognition that sometimes it is he on the keyboard or quietly in my head with ideas of how to help others or what must be shared. 

What comes next? An even greater sense of peace and an even greater sense of just being, while being present to hear from our son; and this I wish for you as well.  Our children are but a focused thought away, and with their whispers, may your Knowing and Inner Peace multiplied untold times.

Namaste

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