Monday, 30 April 2018 21:27

Thomas John’s Phone call

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Thomas John is a medium who was given my first name and my cell number.  Upon receiving both, he immediatly called me.  I had not sought this out, but was receptive to this blind reading because I saw him in action once and was quite impressed.  Thomas introduced himself and soon afterward asked if I had anybody in particular I wanted to connect with.  I told him I would leave that up to him.

Thomas indicated that he was sensing a younger male energy and that this young man is close to me and connected to me.  He further said, He is still here!  From there he mentioned a Big Field, Big, Big Open Space and some sort of fence.  He hammered on this three times and I began to guess – our home in Conifer, Meyers Ranch.  Leave it to Kristine – she explained to me that Quinton had sent Thomas an image of where he passed.  It is Big, Big out there and Wide Open in Four Corners. (Quinton has never commented about the accidnet scene in the manner; this was a complete first and one of the most validating comments to date.)  Next Thomas asked if the month June had any significance.  Yes, I replied, that was the month of our son’s transition.  At this point I was getting more and more amazed at his accuracy.

Next he asked me specifically if I was a twin.  Okay you got me on that one; not biologically that I know of.  I think I have a spiritual twin, but not so sure about this. Given his accuracy, it is something I will have to figure out.  An older man came in next and Thomas asked me if I know an Edgar.  I laughed, yes, he is my Father-in-Law, (Ed transitioned 6 years and 2 days prior to Quinton) I answered. Tom said he hangs with me.  Next he asked if I knew a Nellie; yes I replied again chuckling, she is my Mother-in-Law and she lives with us.  Nellie is Edgar’s wife.  Thomas said that Quinton and Ed watch over her, and watch over the family.  Tom asked about a baby that was born after he passed and our grandson Salvador Quinton came to mind.  Tom said that your grandson sees your son, and then preceded to describe the scene as if he were there when it happened.  This moment blew me away.  What a gift this man has!

Another man came in next and rarely has he come in the past, my father.  “Your father is here”, Thomas said; “Did he meet or know your son in life?”  I replied “no” as I measured the emotions in my response.  “Well, they know each other on the other side and in fact, your son is mentoring him.”  My father relayed a message next, saying, “Thanks for breaking the cycle.”  That was new, nobody had ever brought through that comment from him to me.  This touched me deeply for a number of reasons.  First, when I speak on adversity and our individual journeys, I speak of cycles in a lifetime.  But I had never taken it to that level of a cycle within generations.  Second, Thanks Dad – I think that was the plan; for me to break the generational cycles that have been in play.  Next, onward to new lessons – clean slate, on to a new level.

Quinton had more to say and Thomas was up the task.  Quinton mentioned a cruise and movies; Kristine and I went on our first cruise in 2017 to celebrate our 25th wedding anniversary and go to the movies often as our date night.  Thomas indicated the point of noting both us Quinton wants us to know that he is with us and stays involved with us.  Next Thomas mentioned a circular chain pendant and asked if that had any meaning to me.  I chuckled as I indicated that I am looking at it right now as it is on a chain that I gave Kristine around her neck.  Thomas next mentioned that Kristine has a tattoo to honor Quinton and he was helping us at the very end.  Yes and yes!  He mentioned heart shaped leaves, helping Nellie in surgery (she flat-lined on December 12, 2015 and then came back) and visits people in their dreams – not just us.  And finished up with mentioning a scent.  I was at a loss for that, but not Kristine; she recollects well that Quinton used to love to wear my cologne and now, wait for it… I spray my cologne on our grandsons.

The list of validating comments is overwhelming!  After nearly nine years, we like to think we know how this works.  We have had so many amazing signs directly and some amazing readings as well, but this, with Thomas takes the cake.  It was literally like he was there when each incident took place.  Truly incredible and even more incredible that it was a totally blind reading.  This man does not know us!  His gift is pure and genuine!

After nearly nine years, these amazing readings and magnificent signs illustrate to us that Quinton is alive and well, and it follows that so will we when we shed these earthly bodies.  And with that knowledge we embrace each day to love, learn, enjoy as we continue our respective journeys.

With Gratitude and Love,

Thank you Mr. John, for sharing your gift with us.

Quinton’s parents

Ernie and Kristine

P.S. – and this overly long blog, still does not capture all the nuance Thomas relayed.

Kristine and I are both blessed and honored to be part of Helping Parents Heal.  We are blessed and honored to work with the co-founders (Elizabeth Boisson and Mark Ireland) of this sacred organization of Shining Light Parents. As a Shining Light Parent, all of us radiate the light from our children across the veil who are alive and well, and continue to be part of our lives.  We also radiate our own shining light, a light born in the knowledge that there is no death, because our children have shown us.

The energy of the Helping Parents Heal conference was unbelievable.  Here we all were, a group of five hundred souls with children on the other side.  One might expect the energy to be sad and depressing and one would be wrong.  The whole hotel was alive with a very high energy filled with love and enthusiasm for being there and meeting others on this journey.  All were there to share, learn and be together. I must add our children were there too, all of them; it was obvious.  In this place of knowing and positive energy, incredible synchronicities took place, even for us. 

Ours began with me in the buffet line making a mess as I tried to make a sandwich.  I laughed at myself and those near me laughed too.  I didn’t know them, yet.  I went to a table and sat down.  Kristine had made a pit stop, and joined me shortly after.  Before she did, the family that was in line with me, sat at an adjacent table.  Because of the high energy and fellowship being experienced, most if not all, would engage in conversation, as did we.  Introductions were made as Kristine joined us.  Brian and Monica Owens were there with their daughter, while their son, Lawerence Owens joined from the other side.  Their daughter’s name is, wait for it… Amanda.  If you know us and or have read Quinton’s Messages or Quinton’s Legacy, you know who “our” Amanda is.

We all sat their enjoying the fellowship as we spoke about our Lawerence and Quinton on the other side and how they have visited us.  As our time drew to an end, we were set to attend other presentations and prepare for my own, I stood and beckoned Brian to stand as well for a hug.  Monica and Kristine had stepped away.  After hugging Brian I looked to Amanda and did the same.  I wrapped her up and squeezed her tight.  As I hugged her, I was also hugging “our Amanda” with all the love and light I had.  Meanwhile, somebody else was hugging her the same time.

As we separated, I looked at her and saw she had tears in her eyes.  She asked what cologne I was wearing, but I wasn’t sure.  She asked, “Are you wearing Chrome?”  I remembered and replied, “Yes”, and she started weeping.  Amanda cried for several seconds as I looked perplexed between her and Brian; Brian looked on knowingly.  Amanda then said, “My brother wore Chrome”, so as I hugged her, she was reminded of her brother.  But it gets better.  Brian told me that I had lightly touched his shoulder the day prior as I passed them at the conference, and after he turned to his wife and said, “We have to talk to him.”  And our boys conspired to have us at adjacent tables at the same time for this amazing exchange to occur.  Such an amazing synchronicity and this is how it works!  But it wasn’t quite over.

I presented twice at the conference.  The title of said presentation was “Healing Through Forgiveness”.  I let them know and they indicated they would be there, and they were.  Afterward I visited with them and spoke to Amanda.  It was now she told me that she felt her brother was hugging her when I did!  What are the odds that fate would place us in the same place in this manner?  But we know, don’t we – this was all orchestrated from the other side.

This is such an amazing journey for all of us.  So much to learn and so much to experience.  Such an amazing conference.  A gathering of Shining Light Parents (and siblings) sharing Fellowship and the wonder of it all.  This make me think of Matthew 18:20, “when two or more gather in my name, I am there with them” as we gathered to celebrate our children.  We were there from all walks of life, from all over the world – united in Love and Love was there with us.

Blessed and Blessings!

Quinton’s Mom and Dad

PS-Brian texted me on April 21st with this message – “I came home to NM this weekend and I was cooking breakfast.  I looked at my calendar and look who is hanging in my house in New Mexico."  This keeps getting better....  What are the odds?  We do not know each other, at least not this lifetime, and we have no idea how the calendar came into their possession.  Obviously Quinton and Lawerence were working together on this and want Brian and I, and our families to not only know each other, but work together to share.  And so we shall.

 Bill Owens calender 4.21.18

 

Sunday, 01 April 2018 21:48

Connecting with Others

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The annual Berkshire Hathaway sales convention was in San Antonio this year and we went, arriving in midday Saturday, specifically March 3rd.  We intentionally arrived early so we could explore a bit and most importantly, see Reverend Jimmy at the Unity Church on Sunday.  I actually thought that would be the highlight of my trip.  The universe had other plans…

It was drizzling when we arrived. That fact that it was wet, green and hilly in San Antonio pleasantly surprised me.  The topography was hilly within two hundred miles of the city.  Our first stop on this day was the San Antonio mall.  As we walked around, we attracted the attention of some very helpful people.  After speaking with them, as Kristine and I walked away, I said, “I think we just signed up for a time share presentation.”  To tell you the truth, we were both okay with that; we had time and don’t have any issue with saying “no” and as it turned out, several times!

Seeing and being with Reverend Jimmy, his wife Mary and the congregation at Unity was wonderful. We joked with him afterward about the importance we placed in seeing him.  A member of the congregation mentioned that the Final Four was scheduled a few weeks after we left and I retorted, “that isn’t important; what is important is Reverend Jimmy.”  And it was to us.  We finished with our visit, grabbed a bite, checked in at Westin where we met James Vasquez and then headed to the time share presentation. 

The program started, we were assigned to Charles Miller. We immediately hit it off and both of us enjoyed our time with him and I think him with us.  He obviously knew the process and playfully indicated not to get annoyed at what was to come.  Looking at him and chuckling I told him, “If you knew what we have encountered along the way, you would realize not much annoys us anymore.”  And we introduced him to Quinton with joy in our voices and souls.  He stopped, looking skyward and said, “This is a God moment.”  Immediately he reached for his wallet and pulled out a picture of his family and pointed out his son Christopher who transitioned in 2013 when he was 13 years old. At that moment, we realized that meeting Charles and speaking about our sons, was the only reason we were there for the presentation!  He shared and we shared rapid fire about what we have learned along the way to knowing There Is More.  He even went so far as to get his wife, Joy, on the phone.  When he spoke to her, he said, “Ernie and Kristine sound just like us!”  Their website honoring their son is www.areyouready.com and they have an organization called “Parents On Call.” It is amazing how the universe connects us.

When we checked in, Charles had come to me as I unpacked while Kristine checked us in. He was playful, more playful than you might expect; let’s just say, he has good energy.  Kristine loves leopard print – everything is leopard print.  As I unpacked, he started ribbing on me like it was mine.  And so began our friendship. We looked for him whenever we were in the lobby and pretty quickly we were speaking to each other like we were family.  At some point we properly introduced ourselves by sharing Quinton with him.  Interestingly, (Yeah, right…) he had faced a tragedy too and his sister on the other side had visited him as well. 

I read something once about a man walking up to a stranger who greeted him knowingly with a statement, “You have met the Monk.” The context was the man had known death in the form of coming back from a Near Death Experience (NDE).  For so many, getting a glimpse of the other side changes us.  This is the term that comes to mind when thinking of both Charles and James.  We have seen it, been through it and our loved ones on the other side have visited us with signs and connections.  It changes us, as you know.

I am in awe at how the universe weaves a web of connection and fellowship. I am grateful to know all of you.

Blessings,

Ernie and Kristine

 

Saturday, 10 March 2018 11:45

A Beautiful Light

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Finally, reading some George Anderson, specifically, his book Lesson’s From The Light.  Reading this book, thus far anyway, reminds me a lot of James Van Praagh and Michael Newton books regarding the information provided.  I’m only to page thirty-five, but there is a line on page thirty two that stopped me in my tracks.  It reads, “The hereafter, the actual “place,” has been described to me like a perfect endless summer day.  The temperature is mild, and everything is bathed in a beautiful light.”

I have always enjoyed sunshine and warmth from the sun, but after Quinton transitioned, suddenly a different element of daylight captured and pulled at my attention.  This change happened almost immediately, but after nearly nine years, I am unable to tell you specifically when.  I can tell you it was one afternoon, the light was different in some way.  Oh boy, how am I going to explain this in a meaningful way?  I can tell you, I immediately knew it and know it when I see it and feel it; when I experience it I immediately think of Quinton.  What I feel is a deep sense of peace within this light; from day one.  Interestingly (my code word for something wonderful is happening), I never noticed this light before.

As the sun begins its descent toward the horizon, the light begins to mute in a way.  No longer harsh and bright, but more soothing with yellow, peach and orange tones.  Rarely do I notice this in the morning.  Oddly, (another one of my code words), this isn’t something I notice daily.  The light is soft and peaceful, and again, reminds me of Quinton. 

So, after reading the above in George Anderson’s book, I realize this light I am trying and failing to completely describe MUST the very same light those on the other side have described to him.  It just has to be.  There are no coincidences.  And as I ponder this and have done so since Quinton has crossed the threshold, I realize that this is yet another way that Quinton communicates that he is with me in that moment.

I wish I had something more tangible for you, but I don’t.  All I have for you is this feeling and sense that impacts me when I am bathed in this beautiful light.  And this is beautiful and peaceful in its perfection.

Namaste

                                                                                                                                           

Tuesday, 20 February 2018 12:51

Sharing and Fellowship

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On this difficult journey we find ourselves on, it is important to share our experiences and emotions.  In doing so we create fellowship that may help us begin to or continue to heal.  While there is no, “getting back to normal”, we can create a new normal that may actually include joy.

After Quinton transitioned and began sending signs that even I could recognize, literally, nobody could keep me from sharing those signs.  One of the most amazing results of my sharing was people would share their experiences with signs from their loved ones; this is the fellowship that I refer to.  An excellent example of this was as I shared with an office manager in a building I used to manage. She broke down and shared how her Mom came to her after she transitioned.  She had tried to tell her Dad those many years ago, but he had shut her down by telling her it wasn’t possible her Mom came to her and held her hand.  As I stood there before her, she thanked me for proving to her that she was not “crazy” and that she experienced really happened, because her experiences were very similar to mine.  This scene played out time and time again over the years since our son crossed the threshold. 

I did share something recently of Facebook and was amazed at the reaction.  What I shared related to my oldest grandson and I shared it because I have read numerous times that children see spirits.  As James Van Praagh said in an interview with Amelia Leigh on June 3, 2017, “Most children are very psychic. They just came from the other side and their mindset is of that dimension.”  Mr. Van Praagh shares this simple fact in most of his books.  Now that I have this knowledge that children see spirit more readily than we do, with grandchildren in the house, I have been looking for evidence.

I wrote on February 10th, 2018, “Would it surprise you to know that my grandson saw my son yesterday?  I am not.  At the tender age of four, children’s perception is better than most adults.  They have no dis-belief to combat, they just tell it like it is.  He saw Quinton by the front door, just looking at him.  I have read about this time and time again, been waiting for it to happen.  Good Morning!  Know There is More.”  I shared because this is amazing, beautiful and divine.  I shared out of a belief that in knowing, I have an obligation to share.  The responses speak to my point; in sharing, we invite others to share with us; and this fellowship between us is epitomizes Love and the Divine.  Here are just a few of the responses:

  • “Not at all.My 7 month old grandson laughs and follows something in the room.My daughter swears it is her brother.Then I had a reading with a medium and she said ‘Sean is hanging out with his nephew when he is in his crib.He has 1 dimple on the right side of his cheek.’He does!’
  • “I love this!My Mom comes to me in my dreams…”
  • “My grandson used to see my son!I LOVE this post!!!”
  • “My granddaughter Meeka sees her Uncle Devin DJ; she is my lifeline to him.”
  • “When the extraordinary becomes reality, we are changed forever.I love this for all of you, Ernie!”
  • “When my mother died, we brought some things from her house and put them in our dining room.I would see shadows of her in that room, but my grandchild, who was 7 months old at the time, sat in his bouncy chair and carried on conversations with her.He was looking up and baby babbling. Then he’d be quiet, listening, and then baby babble again.It went on for quite some time.I loved it.”
  • “That is sooooo beautiful!My little grandson saw Jon so many times!He is almost 5 now and I guess he is getting more integrated on ‘this side’ so his sightings have become less and less… I will miss hearing him tell his Jon-Jon stories!”
  • “My grandson saws my son on several occasions as well.The younger they are, the more accepting they are of the things that they see and feel.”

I hope you are as filled with love, gratitude and appreciation for all – as I am over this exchange.  We are connected in the most Divine ways!  All we have to do, is have the courage to share, even the pain.  Share it all, with those who understand.   www.helpingparentsheal.org

Blessings!