Tuesday, 13 February 2018 14:16

Happy

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Driving, driving, driving….  Why do I enjoy it so?  Getting in the zone, appreciating this beautiful planet that Divine created for us, and sometimes it is about going deeper.  In this new birth, one of my intentions is to drill down deeper, in every aspect of my life.  And with that said, I heard a song, seemingly for the first time.  It was Happy by Pharrell Williams.

The music was already loud, but I turned it up even louder.  I have heard this song dozens of times, but this time was different. This time I heard something different and on a different level.  I know the chorus and I think most of us do:

“Because I’m happy

Clap along if you feel like a room without a roof

Because I’m happy

Clap along if you feel like happiness is the truth

Because I’m happy

Clap along if you know what happiness is to you

Because I’m happy

Clap along if you feel like that’s what you wanna do.”

It was the second and third versus that spoke to me on a deeper level.  In that deeper level resides the lessons that Quinton showed us; on that deeper level we know pain, shock and despair and from that deeper level we came to share love, knowledge and to be of service.  It is from this level I heard these words for, seemingly the first time:

“Here comes bad news, talking this and that (Yeah!)

Well, give me all you got, don’t hold it back (Yeah!)

Well, I should probably warn ya, I’ll be just fine (Yeah!)

No offense to you, don’t waste your time.

Here’s why…”

The third verse was even more impactful. As the song played I turned it up even louder in an attempt to catch this verse as it came around again, trying to hear it, trying to understand.  What I heard was profound as it speaks to the adversity we face, across lifetimes.  What I heard speaks to the trials and tribulations that are the experiences we learn from:

“(Happy)

Bring me down

Can’t nothing

Bring me down

My level’s too high

Bring me down

Can’t nothing

Bring me down

I said (let me tell you now)”

And then it repeats

This resonated with me.  I have been down more times than you might realize.  Through the trials, I have struggled and endured.  I have struggled with real adversity and adversity born from the stories made up in my mind.  And I am still here, standing, serving and still having moments of sheer joy.  And so it will continue.

Can’t nothing bring me down; not again.  My level’s too high; I won’t allow myself to go back to that dark place.

And I wish the same for you.

Tuesday, 13 February 2018 14:07

Gratitude and Connections

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As these days turn into weeks, I find myself overcome with a sense of gratitude and it all starts with Quinton.  Quinton showed me that there is no death; he showed me that he continues and therefore I understand I will continue as well when I shed my suit of flesh and go home.  What has that got to do with gratitude you might ask.  Well it is this knowledge that has resulted with me looking at my life here in a different light.  And in this different light, I am grateful for my own spiritual growth that even I am noticing.

I knew when I changed careers and became a Realtor with Berkshire Hathaway in Arizona and Colorado, that I was starting a new life.  A new life, but in the same body.  In this new life, my intent was to focus on my growth, for however long I have.  Before I needed to accomplish and needed to excel to feel good about myself.  After a while it wasn’t enough because I was not in the moment; I was always looking into the future.  It is with gratitude that more frequently I find myself in the moment, and in this place I begin to recognize and acknowledge life’s little miracles and the connections we have.

The key here is, typically in these moments I am in motion.  Maybe we have to be in motion; maybe it is only I that has to be in motion for the magic to happen.  In any case, it doesn’t happen when I sit in the house – it only happens when I am out.  Being on the computer, trying to acquaint myself with programs, reading or writing isn’t where it happens.  I remember reading in a Michael Newton book (either Journey of Souls or Destiny of Souls) that more advanced souls tend to gravitate to and live in cities, or surroundings were there are a lot of people.  This kind of annoyed me because my default is to run away from people, into the hills, into the country side; I must not be very evolved after all I surmised, but grudgingly I have to admit that those connections that provide me with goosebumps of gratitude usually happen when I am with others.

Some examples of what I am trying to say are as follows:

  • In the midst of trying to close a deal I was tasked with finding a quality residential structural engineer.I took a breath, started searching and made two calls and connected with one of the most amazing resources.They came to the subject property the next day.During the course of this conversation, I had goosebumps of gratitude and was floating on cloud nine.
  • I am working on a deal now, it is actually a commercial deal to help a friend buy an office condo.My gratitude stems from having enough commercial knowledge to be of service, while being secure enough in myself and in the moment enough to find my way through the murky areas that I am not clear on.I am grateful that I can navigate the process for my client, to her benefit.
  • I have been to the building department twice in Jefferson County, Colorado on the behalf of a client.This is all foreign to me, but instead of going in trying to pretend I know what I am doing, I go in hat in hand.An eager student looking for answers; when I connect with multiple people eager to help me, I am filled with gratitude.
  • Being able to help clients move.And while they may be clients, now they are friends.The sense of gratitude coming from them is incredible.There is nothing better than helping another; absolutely nothing.

You see, for the moment any way, this excursion isn’t about the end result.  It is about the journey; it is about the process – moment by moment, day by day.  And this is a gift.  If I die today, I can actually say – Mission Accomplished!  Am I there yet, to wherever there is?  No, but I can be satisfied with my progress.  Or maybe I can be satisfied that I am back to being true.  I suspect, that was the point of Quinton’s recent dream visit that I wrote about a while back.

These moments of gratitude and connectedness don’t just happen while trying to be of service.  Sometimes they happen when I am in a zone, trying to hang on and when it seems my own vibe is more readily apparent:

  • Stopping in a gas station in Pagosa Springs, Colorado (a town that I am connected to in some way), at about 8:00 in the evening after a long day to top off the tank of Q’s truck and get some coffee because I am considering driving straight through, another eight hours to get home.And in this place I am connected with the convenience store attendant; somehow we are family and we wish each other well.More gratitude.
  • On that same night, being smart and listening, I stopped to get some rest on Cortez, Colorado.As I checked in to the Best Western, the woman at the desk proudly told me about their breakfast in the morning, starting at 6:00 in the morning.After letting her know I would be gone by then, she told me to come by and they would have a breakfast bag to go for me.When I walked in to check out at 4:45 a.m., that same woman provided me with a bag to go.My heart soared; more gratitude!

And there is more.  The phone calls from friends and acquaintances, asking for guidance and support for those in need.  And again, it isn’t about the end result, but the moment.  And in that moment the feeling of gratitude is immense and the sense of interconnectedness encompasses all.

There is Only Love,

Namaste

Friday, 19 January 2018 20:22

The Traveling Man

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The traveling man left Peoria long before sunrise.  By the time he made it to where Highway 160 turned north, five miles from the Four Corners Monument and six miles from where his son transitioned, it was approximately 8:00 a.m.  The sun was now up and it was a cold twenty-three degrees outside.  As the man made the turn he saw two figures standing alongside the road, almost in the exact same spot they last pulled over eight and one-half years ago to adjust the jet skis on the trailer.  The couple standing there saw the truck make the turn and wondered if it would stop and give them a ride.

They didn’t raise their thumbs until he was close.  The man was watching them and hadn’t picked up a hitchhiker for years, and had never picked up two at one time, but he stopped, backed up and then unlocked the doors.  When they opened the doors, the man asked where they were going to which the gentleman said, Towaoc.  The traveling man knew the town.  The first responders to the accident came from the station located there and a few years afterward he had spoken with them there.

The woman sat in the back seat and the man sat in the front.  His name was Eric and he was upbeat and positive; he had a good and strong energy about him.  The traveling man asked him what was going on in Towaoc and he responded that he had an orientation for a new job he had just landed.  Given the proximity to the accident site, the traveling man mentioned the memorial, the accident that claimed Quinton’s life years prior and even some of signs from his son.  And then the conversation began in earnest.

The Eric’s father had transitioned a scant one month prior.  Naturally the traveling man asked if he had received any signs yet or if his Dad had visited him in his dreams.  He indicated he hadn’t but that he could hear his Dad’s words in his head, encouraging him to get up and go to the orientation even though it was cold out.  He spoke of his Dad’s conversation with him two weeks prior to his transition, telling him that while it was his time to go, he (Eric) had to stay. 

The hitchhiker was no stranger to death; his baby sister had transitioned when she was just three month old.  It broke his Mom’s heart.  She was so sad, he explained.  She often spoke of wishing she could see her, and be with her again.  He shared that one morning  years ago, his Mom wouldn’t wake up.  She slept for so long that he and his Dad were about to call for paramedics, when suddenly she woke up.  She was happy and excited, and had something to tell them.  She had gone to heaven and saw her daughter.  She said her daughter was alive and well, and went on to describe the surroundings as “bright and misty”.

The traveling man and Eric really hit it off as they both discussed the fact that we are eternal and our lives here have purpose.  The traveling man encouraged Eric to be an example for his people, to be a bright light and not to fret if he ever stumbles.  None of us are perfect; just get up, forgive yourself and keep being a role model.  The world today desperately needs role models.

Eric told the man that he never would have thought he would meet a man like him that morning.  He shared that he had stood at Quinton’s Memorial just a few weeks prior and thought, “this is some man’s son.”  He continued by saying, “And here you are.”  The traveling man provided him with two business cards, one for Arizona and another for Colorado and told him, “Call me if you need to talk with me.”  Then he dropped them off at their destination and continued with his drive.

The world is a funny place as it quite effectively separates us by race, color, nationality, sexuality and sex; by the haves and have nots.  This is not reality.  The truth of the matter is, we are tied to one another, if we go deep enough, if we care enough; we are all one, linked to one another by an absolute Love.  All we need do is get out of our own way and begin to see through the stories that we allow to separate us.

Namaste

Wednesday, 17 January 2018 09:48

Another Dream Visit – It is about the Clarity

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I remember the premonition and I remember the first dream visit.  Both vivid, crystal clear and like real life.  These descriptors are important, because there is a huge difference between a dream (typically blurry and immediately forgotten) and a visit.  A dream visit can have additional differences as it relates to emotional content as well, as Quinton’s recent visit illustrates.

It has been eight and one-half years since Quinton transitioned.  As Joe and Ann Kecter whose son Matthew transitioned during the Columbine tragedy almost a full eight months prior to Quinton’s birth told Kristine and I, as time passes often the frequency of visits decrease.  While this is not a hard and fast rule because some don’t even begin to receive signs and visits for years, even a decade or more after the transition of a loved one, it has held true for us.  It is as if, Quinton’s visits have decreased because he knows we are doing great and that we get it.

On the evening of January 2nd and there wasn’t anything special or different with the way I fell asleep.  I have been dreaming more than usual of late, but this was different.  All of a sudden I found myself standing outside an aggregate building on a bright sunny day.  It actually reminded me of the gymnasium at West Jefferson elementary in Conifer Colorado.  Very quickly I heard footsteps inside the structure; the footfalls passed a door that I found myself standing by, went silent as Quinton went airborne and then landed.  He was doing a running long jump.

I don’t know how I knew it was Quinton, but I knew.  I quickly opened the door and went inside.  Immediately Quinton and I embraced, and fell to our knees.  We just held each other; I was crying.  While Quinton never said anything and actually, I didn’t even see him – I knew it was him.  I was happy and excited to be with him.  As I cried, I said, “I will never leave you again.”  That surprised me and on some level, I still don’t really know what I meant.  On another level, I think I know exactly what it meant.

Funny thing about signs and dream visits; they are meant for the individual and while the individual understands their validity completely, others may not.  This is the reason, so many don’t share these signs or visits.  In the above dream visit and the others I had, another descriptor is the word – clarity.  These visits have a clarity like no other.

If you have had an experience like this, I invite you to reexamine it.  Because of the clarity of the experience, it isn’t forgotten as a normal dream.  Replay it in your mind, celebrate it because it is your loved one making contact.  The length of visit matters not, it can be just a flash – a vivid snap shot of your loved one looking at you with a huge smile!  (I didn’t make that up – this was how a friend of mine’s husband demonstrated to her that he was ok and fine on the other side).

Know there is more and celebrate this fact.  And research as well – there are hundreds of books written on the subject.

Blessings!

Sunday, 07 January 2018 21:57

A Chance Encounter

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He is middle aged now and starting to wear down.  It didn’t help that he had caught a cold, like everybody else in the house.  He had showered, but didn’t bother shaving; he had some errands to run.  After throwing on a pair of sweats and a red shirt that said “Here and Now”, he left.  First he had to stop to buy some lottery tickets and then to the supermarket for cold remedies and other provisions for the family.

Pulling up to the Circle K, his attention was immediately drawn to two elderly women, one in a wheel chair and the other standing beside her.  Both were unkempt, he noticed as his attention never wavered.  After entering the store the man stood aside the back of the line, watching.  Suddenly he said, “May I get the door for you?”  The woman in the wheel chair indicated that they weren’t quite finished yet, but the man persisted.  “Well, let me know when you are ready.  Not only will I open the door, but I will hold it for you too,” as he smiled broadly.

The line was diminishing quickly.  As the man neared the counter, the other woman said, “You are handsome.”   The man said, “Thank You,” and smiled.  Next she said, “You are sweet too.”  The man smiled gently and replied, “Thank you; so are you.”  Now the man was at the counter.  The attendant named Matt, asked how he could help him.  The man handed over a lottery ticket for Matt to check to see if it was a winner.

As Matt checked, the standing woman said, “I like your cross.”  The man didn’t even know it had come out from behind his red shirt.  The man again thanked her and then proceeded to explain the link between the cross and his transitioned son, Quinton, who eight and one-half years had crossed over. The woman in the wheel chair expressed her condolences; the man acknowledged them and then proceed to tell them his son had very quickly began visiting from the other side, and that he had written books explaining both the cross and his son’s visits.

The man handed the standing woman a card, meanwhile apparently everybody in earshot was listening.  Matt announced that he had won $12, to which the man handed him his two lottery cards and some more cash to cover the difference.  When Matt handed him the purchased lottery tickets the man, still smiling said, “When I win, you will see me again.”  Matt smiled and said, “I hope so.”  The elderly women, one in a wheel chair and the other standing, where still there talking amongst themselves and taking the scene in.  The woman who was standing attempted to return the card, but man told her to keep it; it was for her.

As the man prepared to leave a younger woman spoke to him and immediately proceeded to share that she had been run over by a car, twice.  She had been listening when the man spoke of the accident that nearly killed his wife and caused his son to transition.  She proceeded to show him a well healed scar beginning at the bottom of her neck and traveling down, and then she pulled up her shirt and showed that the scar continued all the way down to her belly button.  The man looked at her in her eyes and told her twice, “You are so very strong.”  And then he asked, “May I hug you?”  She said yes and the man hugged her firmly, wished her well.  As he walked out the women he spoke with bid him well and he did the same.  While he walked out, a man whom he had not spoken with called him “Brother” and wished him well too.  Yet another man wished him well.

As the man climbed into the car, he looked up and saw the woman who had been run over twice by the same car waving to him enthusiastically and smiling broadly. The man also waved enthusiastically and matched her smile with his own, then he gave her a thumbs up to signify that he honored her courage and her strength along her journey.  She fumbled briefly with her oversized jacket and gave him a thumbs up too.

The man drove away and marveled at what had just happened.  His spirits were lifted and he knew that at least six people in the Circle K felt their own spirits lifted.  All of us were strangers to one another, but somehow we were all connected in that moment.  And quite possibly, each of us is changed forever.

And so it is…