Tuesday, 19 June 2018 07:33

Taking the Good with the Bad

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I just learned that “trials and tribulations” refers to only our struggles. What about all the things we are grateful for and our struggles – in the same sentence?  Life is not just about the “bad” and not just about the “good”; it is both. We have times of celebration and times of sorrow, sometimes within minutes of each other.  Our lives here are both and even more.  Maybe the phrase should be “trials and tributes”; the definition of tribute is: an act, statement or gift that is intended to show gratitude, respect and admiration.

I recently met a gentleman, the Frenchman, who quizzed me whenever I said “good” or “bad” in reference to the experiences we live and even historical events. He was a little annoying at first, but he was making a point, that being, why do we have to categorize our experience?  It just is… moment to moment.  This is our life and within this life we learn, we share, we celebrate and we cry, etc.  Maybe there is no good or bad, but only the journey of growth and spiritual evolution.

What does it take to get us to this place of understanding? There are numerous paths and this too is extraordinary!  There is no one path!  For some, they find it through their faith and what a strong faith they have.  Personally, I honor that faith as it provides them with peace and sanctity.  For others they find it through knowledge of a more spiritual nature and for others still, they blend religion and spirituality, after all, religion and spirituality are intertwined.  If they aren’t, they should be.  And sometimes it is our children on the other side that open our eyes wide - Thanks Quinton!

I remember looking for meaning and a connection to God as a young man. My travels along this path didn’t result with me finding what I was looking for.  I tried various churches, and ended up being baptized in a mega church in Phoenix when I was twenty-nine or thirty.  We attended services on a regular basis and I even played basketball with other young men on the church grounds with a youth minister.  On my last day there a convoy of six SUV Mercedes pulled into the lot together.  I immediately knew they belonged to the church elders and my blood turned hot in my veins.  The youth minister looked at me asked what was wrong; I pointed and said something like, “is this what they want my money for?”  His response was, “What is that got to do with you?”  I was done, just like that.

After Quinton transitioned, magically one night at probably 3:00 a.m., it came to me. Suddenly I understood what he meant.  He was trying to say, “What has this to do with your relationship to God?”  In that morning of yet another epiphany I realized the answer is, not a damn thing.  Each of us had a direct connect to God and God is bigger than any human drama – period.

The path we take to peace and sanctity really doesn’t matter. Whether we acknowledge, accept or even believe in a creator doesn’t matter either – the creator is there and in our lifetimes, we inextricably are drawn closer.  And it really doesn’t matter what name we use to refer to creator, because the human condition puts us at odds with one another because we can’t even agree on a name.  Still, the journey is there for each of us.  And still, there is sorrow and celebration; pain and joy along the way.  And it isn’t pointless.

As I fade away, proverbially riding my mustang into the setting sun, my peace increases and in this peace I am learning to be still. In the moments of joy, appreciation, beauty - I am consumed with gratitude.  In the moments of disappointment, feeling let down, annoyance I am learning to let it pass like a wave.  This too shall pass. Where does it lead – I no longer know, but at times my peace expands.  In other times, I feel as if a child throwing a temper tantrum – if only in my mind.  Damn, still not there. 

We are all related and we are all family. The sooner we can embrace this, the better it will be for all of us.

Namaste,

Saturday, 09 June 2018 19:53

The Gift of Knowledge

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The gift is a gift of knowledge and it has nothing to do with material wealth, safety, food or shelter.  The knowledge I refer to is divine and has been around since the beginning of time, but has been forgotten, misplaced in some way.  I certainly didn’t know, either, but it was my son who showed me in graphic and undeniable terms.  Our son, Quinton Stone Jackson, gave me this gift of knowledge and I in turn give it to you.

We are living in such an incredible time.  So much apparent turmoil in this shrinking world, so much pain, angst and doubt. What is interesting, when you look at our human history, the turmoil we face is currently a light turmoil when compared to the tragedies we have bestowed on one another throughout time.  What we face now is a conjured turmoil that serves others.  But we are told, rightly so, not to judge and not to compare.  Whether heavy turmoil or turmoil of a lighter version, the effects are all the same.  Too many lose hope and lose faith.  The chemicals we ingest and “news” we expose ourselves to only exacerbates the despair.

Sitting here, near a beach, listening to the waves on what is Quinton’s ninth angelversary, I am reflective.  In words the material world uses, I am supposed to say Quinton died nine years ago, but I don’t – I refuse – because of the gift of knowledge.  Instead I say, our son transitioned nine years ago and then began to visit in the most wondrous ways.  In contemplating his visits, sharing with others only to have them share with me how their loved ones have visited them, and then discover through research that this perfectly normal - the gift was received and internalized.  It is so incredible – There is no death; we are eternal!  This truth is especially poignant when your son or daughter shows you this; this truth is especially poignant no matter who of your loved ones show you they are eternal by visiting you in your dreams, and or sending your signs. 

But what does this mean in these times of turmoil?  What does this mean as our suicide rates are increasing in the United States and as cultural icons Kate Spade and Anthony Bourdain have too, decided to go home early?  Being eternal beings not only applies to them, but to us as well.  They are alive and well on the other side, surrounded by family and friends, welcoming them home and wrapping them in loving arms.  At some point they may think, “What was I thinking? I was supposed to work through my adversity, my angst – If only I knew; if only I had remembered.”  But it is okay – no judgement, right…. And besides, they probably will come back and try it again, in another version of themselves. They are okay, but we are still here and each of us have work to do.

And what work is that.  First, know that you are eternal.  Know that each of us, each of you has a purpose that is divine and sacred to you.  Those purposes vary in so many ways and I can’t even begin to list them all, but here are just a few: 1. Learn to love ourselves unconditionally; 2. Learn to love others unconditionally; 3. Learn not to judge others or ourselves; 4. Learn to be kind; 5. Overcome our addictions to food, sex, drugs and any form of stimulation we utilize to not face the lessons we chose to learn in this lifetime; 6. Learn to rise above despair and destructive rage; 7. Learn to realize our own magnificence – each and every one.  And the beat goes on, and the list goes on.  Hmmm – maybe you and I should write a book about and delve into all the lessons each of us signed up for, before we were born.  Yes, signed up for, before we were born….  Because we are eternal – this is not only possible, but how it works.  I have read it is far too many places and talked to far too many people who speak this knowledge, not to know it is truth.

This gift of knowledge is divine and must be shared with all.  Don’t end the journey prematurely.  All too often it is through the adversity, pain and angst that we grow, learn, evolve and move a step forward toward our higher selves.  What a splendid time to work through that darkness.  Part of the process I am convinced, is not to try and do it alone.  We were not made to go through it alone and it is only our society today isolates us so, within this web of social media “connectedness”.  Here we stand within this dichotomy with this knowledge and opportunity.  Reach out…

It is said “It is darkest before the dawn”.  I think I understand what this means, and it has nothing to do with the sun coming up.

With Love,

Quinton’s Dad

Monday, 14 May 2018 07:40

Evan and Quinton, in Dallas

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The past two months have been a whirlwind, which resulted with me being in Dallas taking part of a client meetings as part of a new job. I have given up trying to know what is coming next; I have surrendered to trying to plan and am learning to better recognize the influence of Quinton in my life. Dallas Texas is where I was taken.

I arrived on Monday afternoon, May 7th, checked in to my room and took a taxi to Meso Maya, a TexMex restaurant at 1611 McKinney Ave. There about twenty-five of us gathered to meet one another, many of us for the first time. Almost immediately I noticed a tall woman with a strong, but easy going manner. She was confidant and had a brightness about her. My eyes kept coming back to her, appreciating her energy and the fact that she walked unabashedly in her truth.
As the executives each took turns speaking to us, explaining how the next two days were going to go, I suddenly realized that we were standing shoulder to shoulder. I was like, how did that happen because I was pretty much standing in the same spot. As she told it, she realized it as well and noted that even though somehow I was inside her bubble, she was not uncomfortable, which was highly unusual. After the executives finished, I asked her name. “Amy”, she replied. We exchanged pleasantries and then retreated to different parts of the room, with our respective co-workers.

The next day, we had a morning session and an afternoon session. During the morning we all introduced ourselves by mentioning where we worked and what facilities we were associated with. To open the afternoon session, we were asked to share something personal. I was like, ok, you asked for it, but still I kept it brief. I said, “I have written and published two books; Quinton’s Messages and Quinton’s Legacy, and am a Board member of Helping Parents Heal.” Not a word was said and there was barely any acknowledgement, which was what I expected, but all the same I knew I was supposed to mention all of it.

The afternoon session ended and Amy came to me, saying she wanted to know more. As I began to explain, she indicated that she had a feeling that was what I was going to say and now better understood why she was drawn to me. And here we connected as she not only told me about her son Evan who transitioned at birth, but told me of his numerous beautiful signs and how he not only saved his older brother’s life, but saved hers as well when he was born. She is a bright light; she is a Shining Light Parent who has been through a lifetime of unimaginable pain that has resulted with her realizing her power, her strength and her magnificence.

We talked for the better part of two or three hours. I learned that her son Evan is the same age as Quinton. After mentioning Quinton’s name she shared, Evan was the second choice of a name for her son. She had wanted to name him Quinton. We both smiled and exclaimed, yup, there are no coincidences and look what our boys are up to as we had not doubt that both Evan and Quinton were standing there with us. We had no doubt they had orchestrated this meeting and as the afternoon developed into a team building event in the evening, I think I may know why.

So here is this Shining Light Parent, a parent whose son Evan has shown her that her six miscarried children are alive and well - also. Here is the woman who a new friend of mine, a Frenchman, describes as being “light”, looking to share even more her love, light and knowledge than she has already been sharing. My first thought, is there a Helping Parents Heal chapter in Dallas? Yes, I saw when I checked the website. Maybe that is it because she embodies the energy of HPH and our/her desire to help others, and maybe that is only the beginning for her.

As the evening unfolded, it came to me, I need to contact Jeff Olson and I need to introduce Jeff to Amy; they are meant to now only know each other, but quite possible share a stage. A stage of motivational souls who have been through the fire, emerged to help and motivate others. “Amy, are you willing to travel?” I asked. The answer was a ready “yes”, and a smile. Let the journey continue.

Namaste.

P.S. – On May 12th, via a dear listener of Suzanne Giesemann’s Messages of Hope radio on Unity online radio, I learned of another young man on the other side named Evan utilized the above meeting and my brief mention of it on Suzanne’s show to send a message to his Mom in Minnesota. I am more and more in awe of how our loved ones on the other side tie us together. It blows my mind how seemingly unrelated events are not unrelated at all.

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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