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!

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