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…

Sunday, 07 January 2018 21:46

Jaime Clark in Tucson

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The year is nearly over which is hard to believe.  While our home is in Peoria Arizona, we have spent five months in Colorado.  We travel so many times back and forth between the two states that sometimes I truly don’t know where I am. 

For the weekend of November 18th, we were in Tucson.  On Saturday we met with Elizabeth Boisson and Irene Vouvalides to be interviewed for a program with 'Open to Hope Television.'  Since we knew we would be in Tucson, we stayed over to video record renowned medium Jaime Clark who would be at the Helping Parent’s Heal Tucson meeting on Sunday.

I like recording video for these meetings, not that I have any special abilities.  Since I speak on occasion and am recorded myself, I do so with the speaker in mind.  Where to put the camera and how far to zoom in are most important to me. 

Kristine and I go to these meetings to help and lend some positive energy.  It has been eight and one-half years since Quinton transitioned; we have had so many amazing readings and signs, but we don’t expect any more – readings.  In fact, I basically feel bad for anybody who Quinton contacts to get us a sign because we are still pretty public about what is going on in our lives; it would be a challenge to send us something that wasn’t already out there.  With that said, Quinton had a nice little surprise for all of us, even Jaime.

The recording of Jaime Clark presenting is divided up into parts one and two.  Part one is one hour and thirty-two minutes and part two is eleven minutes. Sitting directly in front of us was a gentleman named Dave Willsey, so when Jaime looked at Dave, it looked like he was looking at me. At about one hour and fifteen minutes into part one, Dave was up.  For about seven minutes Jaime looked at Dave and shared information that resonated with him.  This went on for the better part of six minutes or so.  Dave was clearly touched.  Then something changed.

Jaime told Dave he had the impression him having two careers and being multi-faceted. Jaime continued by mentioning that Dave was into cars, collecting cars, old cars.  Dave shook his head to the negative barely perceptively, but I saw it because I was behind him.  Next Jaime mentioned that Dave may have gone to school for one thing and then changed it.  Jaime continued by saying your Dad says Thank You for Helping – He really needs to say Thank you.  Jaime finished by saying “you need to know that you are appreciated – Be open for a kind word because you are always helping others.”

I didn’t interrupt; I didn’t want to break the connection that they had, but everything he said above resonated with me.  From the two careers, being multi-faceted, cars, to changing my major in school, Dad saying Thank you and even the direction to be more open for a kind word.  When I spoke with Dave afterwards, I told him I had a “me too”, but he said that section wasn’t for him.  It was for me, but Jaime didn’t appear to be aware.

Over the past couple of months, on those rare occasions when home in Arizona, I have begun to purge or maybe better put, downsize.  We and I have too much stuff.  I have started going through books, cd’s, movies and clothes.  Come November, I had more time and even opened up a trunk designated “Quinton’s stuff” I had been putting this off for some time now.  Inside the trunk were several model cars that I had built over the years and was saving for our son.  Nobody knows that I started building model cars at the age of seven, back in New Jersey and continued when my parents moved us to Colorado.  Nobody knows that I had a collection of them.  I had just opened the trunk and looked at those models prior to heading to Tucson.

When I spoke to Jaime afterwards, I mentioned the “me too”, specifically the cars.  He looked puzzled and said, almost under his breath, “I didn’t know that”.  And how could he, other than his connection was true, strong and accurate!  I am always surprised and grateful when an amazing and talented medium like Jaime (and others) tap into something that nobody has ever tapped into about us before.  This takes an amazing talent; an amazing gift.

Thank you Jaime for the “me too”, that was actually mostly me!  As you did turn your attention to me you nailed the islands reference; it seems I had better stop talking about Hawaii and plan a trip!

Quinton’s Dad

Sunday, 26 November 2017 20:07

SHARING LOVE THIS HOLIDAY SEASON

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The Holidays are upon us and it is difficult at best, to be joyful for so many of us in this family of parents who have a child on the Other Side. But we are not the only ones on the planet, this school called Earth, who are in pain.  There is pain and suffering everywhere, as the news is sure to point out. 

I abhor the word “choice”, like we have a choice to be melancholy or not to be melancholy. It goes beyond choosing.  Our pain and grief must be felt, processed and maybe even burned away in fits of rage, tears and exertion.  And this comes in its own time.  There is no right or wrong way to grieve and it isn’t a race to get through it.  We know, don’t we?  But at some point, I implore you to take a chance and re-engage with the world.  For our benefit, yes, but also because the world needs us and our perspective that life is eternal because our kids have shown this to be.

What brings this on, you might ask. The Holidays for sure but also because of how I feel when I engage, not that I engage all the time.  I carry my burden as do many of you, and I honor it by not faking engagement. Too often still, I closet myself away but when I step out and interact in a meaningful way - when moved or even called to do so, typically I get more in return.

Naturally, doing so involves people. When Quinton transitioned I flatly said, “Don’t leave me alone” to those who came to our aid.  Now I tell myself, burn brighter and engage more because sometimes (even for me) it is easier to withdraw.  Interacting with the world is why I work now as a Realtor why I coach, write and speak. 

What brings this on, you might ask. Well it is when I speak to the young men on the football team.  Rarely do I talk to them about the X’s and O’s of the game; it is when I speak to them about the adversity they face and work through, there is a silver lining; being the best they can be; standing up for and protecting their brother / sister on the field of life; to be not only leaders, but leaders in doing what is right and good; to know they are held to a higher standard.  To share all of this and more, then to hear, “I feel you coach” or “Thank you Coach, I love you.”  I come to them in a spirit of Love as they were my own son (Quinton).  I come gently but serious and they respond accordingly.

Another example of the benefits of being involved and engaged with life and others is naturally with our grandchildren. To be more present with them than with our own children is in a way the definition of being a grandparent. Just being with them, present with them is a gift of love (both giving and receiving) that is a perfect example of what is available to us all – just by being engaged with others by sharing.  To have them come to us and cuddle; to hold them; to hear them say “I want to be with Grandpa” touches me so very deeply – beyond words which is my point.

It is said that our emotions guide us and point the way to how our hearts and souls want us to live. Turning away from love and turning our emotions off (oh, I am quite good at this) does us immeasurable harm.  So, get out there this holiday season and take a chance.  Share some love, even if it is a genuine and heart felt “Hi” to a stranger.  Hold somebody’s hand who is hurting and be there to listen.  With what we collectively have been through, doing so means more to the one on the receiving end than you may realize.  And don’t be surprised when you feel your heart smiling.

Enjoy the Holiday season my dear friends and fellow travelers.

Christmas 2008