Sunday, 09 October 2016 13:32

By Honoring our Children, We Make a Difference

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By Honoring Our Children, We Make a Difference

Even in my former state of oblivion - the endless and often mindless pursuit of salary and title - I knew something significant.  I knew that our son, Quinton, was a special soul.  His gentleness, his sweetness, his goodness; the list goes on and on. 


I remember sitting in a conference at Marshdale Elementary with Quinton’s teacher and counselors as we discussed his struggles with reading.  They wanted to put him in an ILP program because he was behind and I told them, “that is fine and good, but if you damage his soul in any way, there will be hell to pay.”


I remember that before Quinton transitioned, he wanted to play football.  He was so interested that we went to some practices.  I watched the coaches, totally missing the good ones as I focused on those who were in it for their own egos-the strutting, arrogant coaches with their sunglasses and whistles.   I knew that if Quinton had to play for one of those coaches and if one negative word was said to damage my son’s psyche, I would damage them.  I was not going to allow this to happen, period.


And then Quinton transitioned to pure energy.  The old souls in my life, those who have known me for years, known me better than I knew myself, told me, “Ernie, you have to coach football!” How did they know, when I didn’t?


As a coach, I am less about the points scored and more about something else.  I am about the life lessons, being able to face adversity and to learn from it in some way.  When my players are struggling, either individually or collectively, I let them know that it is okay.  I share my family’s adversity, the passing of Quinton, and I introduce him to them.   I let them know that he is the reason that I now stand before them – they are now all my sons.


I coach to be able to look young people in the eyes, to see their pain and to face it. To be able to walk up to them and ask, “Are you okay?”  To reassure them that it will all work out.  And finally to experience the exchange of energy between us when they realize that at that moment they are like a son to me and that someone cares!  Someone cares deeply, all because of Quinton. 


After a tough loss this past fall, the players were distraught.  Many were crying, and others were despondent because they had given it their all.  The setting allowed me to explain my belief that there is always something to learn by going through adversity. 


A few weeks ago, my wife Kristine sat next to a woman in the stands who told her that her son was on the football team. He had just learned that his injury would prevent him from ever playing football again, and he told his Mom about the encouraging message he had received from ‘Coach Jackson.'   Hearing this later made my day.


It is good to know that we are making a difference.  And we invite each of you to know that you can also make a difference.  Yes, it sucks that your son or daughter has transitioned, and they are with us spiritually instead of physically.  However, while we are all still here in the physical world, let’s make a difference. Let’s share our wisdom, our love and our newfound perspective with someone who can benefit from it.  And by helping others, we will help ourselves.


And this is a blessing, for them as well as for us!

-Ernie and Kristine Jackson

Sunday, 09 October 2016 13:27

To Be of Service

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I love to share and be of service.  With my recent promotion and transfer back to Phoenix, the little and annoying voice in the back of my head was concerned that I wouldn’t have as many opportunities to do so.  At the same time, I understood and had faith that opportunities would present themselves; I just needed to pay attention. Within a few short days of this thought; well it might have actually been within a few short hours; I found myself talking with a co-worker.  Her husband’s grandmother had just passed; she and her husband are both about twenty-eight years old, they had never been to a funeral and he was tasked with delivering a eulogy.  She shared that they were both quite nervous.


She had lots of questions such as “am I supposed to wear a black dress with a veil”, “should the services be a sad affair”, “just what kind of eulogy should my husband deliver”, and “do you have some examples”?  While I realized and shared with her that I am not an authority and that there are certainly different approaches, here is what I told her: There are no rules when it comes to a funeral.  I suggested that they go with their hearts and realize that most times it is or should be a celebration of the person’s life.  Because of this, play their favorite music, wear their favorite colors, laugh and tell stories about their lives.  Remember, our loved one will be there in spirit!  When Quinton transitioned, although Kristine was injured, she managed to spread the word that we all should wear Quinton’s favorite colors – red and blue. 


While discussing the eulogy, I again told her that her husband should speak from the heart.  The eulogy is more for his grandmother than it is for anybody else and it certainly should not be delivered from an analytical perspective. They should not worry about whether those in attendance might judge or criticize; a eulogy is meant to come from the heart.  I directed her to my first Vimeo conversation was recorded a mere six weeks after Quinton had transitioned.  Though it was long, within it I shared my eulogy for Quinton and the obituary I wrote for the newspaper.  Both times the words flowed through me, coming from another place, but each was an uplifting remembrance of our son.  This should be the case for any loved one who has passed. 


She took this in, still nervous but visibly a bit more at ease.  She was still worried about what people would think.  She later told me that at the service, her mother-in-law had a list of very sad songs that she wanted to play.  However, the minister, who had known her grandmother for 15 years, politely declined because he got it!  He knew grandma and the bright light she is – and only played music celebrating her life.


Remember, our loved ones have simply crossed through a doorway!  Yes, it is painful; damned painful, horribly painful – but they still exist.  This is where the rubber meets the road.  Our children, Moms, Dads – all of our transitioned families still exist and we still have an opportunity to interact with them in an uplifting way.

Many Blessings!

-Ernie and Kristine Jackson

Sunday, 09 October 2016 13:22

The Gift of Understanding

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Although our son Quinton died, he didn’t really die; he transitioned.  Since that day, we have shared that there is more ...   But this is a hard thing to understand in this day and age.  This deep understanding existed before but it is frequently lost in the world we now live in.  About two years after Quinton transitioned back to pure energy and rocked my world with the absolutely divine knowledge that death truly doesn’t exist, a young boy in our mountain community tragically took his life.

The family and community were in shock.  This twelve-year-old, straight-A student, already a scholar and an athlete, was suddenly gone.  As the details emerged we learned he had been earning less than an A in one of his classes at school and he just didn’t know how to deal with it.  Isn’t it sad that today’s world values grades, toys, gadgets and worldly pursuits over love and spiritual growth – but that is a different conversation.

Our mountain community was still supporting us on our journey of grief and enlightenment, and before too long Kristine was in contact with the mom.  I empathized with the dad’s pain, but an opportunity to connect with him never came.  I wish it had; I know how we are as men.  We suffer in silence and run from our emotional pain.

Kristine and our daughter Cheyanne attended the service while I worked.  I felt awful about being too busy to break away from my job, but I was almost an hour away from where the service was being held and the world calls – too much to do.  So often work takes precedence over spiritual growth and true fellowship.

Kristine told me that at the service most were somber, but at the same time there was something very interesting going on.  The mom seemed elated; she positively radiated as she greeted those in attendance.  When Kristine and Cheyanne were finally able to connect with her, she sincerely apologized for being giddy at her son’s funeral and she was concerned she was completely freaking people out.

Being the enlightened soul that she is, Kristine told the mom that there was nothing to apologize for. Kristine quickly discovered the reason that the twelve-year-old boy’s mom was so uplifted.  Although he had taken his life with a gun that he had found in his home, the boy had already been visiting his mom from the Other Side!  The mom shared that he had made his presence known in a multitude of ways.  She was so excited and elated that ‘there is more’ that she simply could not contain herself.  She also realized that she could share this with Quinton’s mom!

I wish that everyone in our society could know this simple truth.  Yes, death sucks, of that there is no doubt.  The cancer, the accidents, the suffering, the accidental overdoses – all of it is awful.  Having to live without our child, our sibling, our mom or dad – it sucks, but no matter how awful the transitions may be, this simple truth remains – there is no death; there is only a doorway!

And of course we all hate it when people say this without having suffered through it. This is why I testify to this truth.  Don’t get me wrong – it isn’t easy, not in the least.  Especially when I see other intact families who are joyful and happy and know what I lost out on, or when I relive Quinton’s last moments in the physical world in my mind’s eye.  But at the same time, he blesses us with visits in the most spectacular ways.

And I am still here with the profound understanding that life is eternal.  And through this understanding I look at my life and appreciate why I am still here and what I am learning.

Many Blessings, my friends
 
-Ernie and Kristine Jackson

Sunday, 09 October 2016 13:19

The Epiphany

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An epiphany is a moment that will never be forgotten and that forever changes a life.  As defined in Webster’s New World Dictionary, it is: “A moment of sudden intuitive understanding; a flash of insight”. 

When I was alone in a room at 11:30 at night, I felt my hand being held.  Although it was odd, I knew that it was happening.  And the lesson to not overlook or dismiss the unusual or unexplained had not yet pierced my consciousness.  The epiphany came later, five days after Quinton left.  When it came, what we had originally thought of as ‘the death of our son’ transformed into ‘Quinton’s transition’!

We were all in Kristine’s hospital room – and although our family was keeping our spirits high, our situation was very tough. We of course had moments of tears, silence and reflection as we struggled with our new reality.  At one point during the stay, I was utterly alone.  I was curled in a corner imagining our son who was also alone somewhere in the darkness, when suddenly a friend came into the hospital room. She recounted the events of her morning, completely taking my breath away. 

With awe and reverence, she shared that a medicine man in traditional costume had come to her in the lobby of the Marriot Courtyard.  He said that he had just finished performing a ceremony and that a boy had sent him to find her.  The boy wanted him to tell his family that he was fine!  As our friend shared this with us, it changed everything!  My energy level sky rocketed as I said to myself – “my son loves us so much that he made contact!” This was the epiphany and it changed everything forever. My next thought was: “why didn’t I know this was possible?” 

Soon after, I began buying books in an effort to understand.  About six weeks or so after our son transitioned to pure energy, I went into the used bookstore Tattered Cover on Colfax in Denver.  I walked out with approximately eight books and began my drive home.  At that point I had another odd experience. To my surprise, the colors around me suddenly became more vibrant and everything was more beautiful; my perception had changed.  The sky was bluer; the leaves on the trees were more radiant, and the faces of the people on the sidewalk positively glowed.  Everything looked different!   Imagine my surprise when this very experience was described when I began reading.

The first book of the set I purchased on that day was entitled Return to The Sacred by Jonathan H. EllerbyI really don’t know why I would have picked this one, given that I have read so many since.  But it was clear that I was guided to it. I was at a stage in my life that I listened instead of fighting this guidance. The introduction of the book included a subsection entitled Prepare for a Journey, where I read: “At times, the shift in perception may be subtle. It may be just a flash when we look at things differently – that is, when we change our perspective.  It may come by surprise in an unexpected moment of beauty or inner silence.  Suddenly a veil is lifted, and something sacred is revealed.”  And I remembered that moment outside the bookstore when the exact shift in perception happened.  I knew that I was on the right path. 

Not long after, I read another passage that said:  “death is like going into your closet and taking off your clothes, only in death you take off your body.”  This was just the beginning of my journey toward not only understanding the epiphany, but also embracing it. 

A couple of books were gifted to me: Many Lives, Many Masters by Brian Weiss and The Celestine Prophecy by James Redfield.  I read them both during the first 6 months of what I like to call ‘Quinton’s homecoming’. I have learned that it does not matter if a book is fiction or non-fiction since they both hold deep spiritual truths.  Page seven of The Celestine Prophecy discussed the significance of coincidences and what they mean; for those of us who have lost loved ones, we are very aware that we must pay attention to coincidences, the unusual, the odd, the weird and the things that have never happened before, when it comes to recognizing signs.  This same book also introduced me to the idea that we are made of energy.  Although I was new to my journey, I grasped this fact that was reinforced by my subsequent reading.  Understanding that we are energy, aka spirit or soul, allowed me to understand that Quinton didn’t die, but instead transitioned.  Everything that I have read supports this fact.

My epiphany, even in the immediacy of our son’s transition, forever pierced the veil for me!  This epiphany is where the rubber meets the road – it changed absolutely everything for me. 

For those who have experienced this moment – this sudden flash of understanding – I am so happy for you!  For those who haven’t yet, we send our loving, heartfelt prayers that you will soon be able to recognize and receive the signs and validations that your children in spirit are most definitely sending you.

Blessings!

-Ernie and Kristine Jackson

Sunday, 09 October 2016 13:12

Q is in the House

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Nearly seven years have passed since the Q-man transitioned back to pure energy.  He rocked our world with his visits and so changed our perspective that we have published two books about our experiences and experiences of others.  So many visits and signs, and we are grateful for every one of them!


Early in our journey of finding our footing in what can only be termed a new normal, Joe and Ann Kechter stopped by for a visit.  Their visit came at a time when Quinton had only been gone for two and one-half months.  Joe and Ann lost their son in the Columbine tragedy and had experienced many signs from their son Mathew, so they were perfect to provide us with counsel. 


Joe and I spoke man to man, but before he left, his eyes sparkled and he asked, “Have you seen anything strange?”  The courage it takes to ask that question when somebody is in the throes of grieving is huge, but he asked the question and I leapt and said yes!  He said to enjoy it because it probably won’t last for forever; the “it” being the signs and visits.  Now, after nearly seven years have passed, we only go to group settings with a medium to lend our own energy to help those in attendance to get messages. 


With that thought in mind we attended the Helping Parents Heal April 17th meeting with Medium Shannon Horton.  After we arrived, just as the meeting was starting, we sat down and became comfortable.  The first spirit who came through was a gift from heaven.  He was a little boy who had a message for his Mom who wasn’t even there, but his Mom’s friend was there.  This six-year-old little boy shared that he escaped his body and subsequently didn’t feel any pain before he was killed.  As he spoke he shared a very, very strong message of forgiveness towards his killer and directed his Mom to forgive this individual as well.  To start a session like this was over-the-top as everyone in the audience was enraptured with what was going on and the Mom’s friend was in tears and eventually left to try and contact this sweet little boy’s mother. 


At this point, I closed my eyes and slumped toward Kristine.  The exhausting week still weighed heavily on me.  This is where the second spirit came through and Shannon asked if anyone knew Scott or anyone who had a name that began with S.  Well, I don’t know about you, but when a medium throws out a name – I fixate on the name and completely forget the “or name that begins with S”.  I listened silently, almost dozing when I heard her say that she was being drawn to the man in with glasses and in the blue shirt.  I open my eyes and look around; she was directing her comments to me and asked if I knew Scott or anybody with a name that begins with S, and then asked if my son transitioned.  After a moment I indicated that our son’s middle name is Stone and it became clear that he was making contact through Shannon.


There was a lot of information packed into Quinton’s visit and thank goodness Shannon provided a recording.  Kristine and I strongly recommend recording any sessions with a medium; I am still having a tough time processing all the information provided, and must listen to the recording multiple times for it to begin to sink in, but here is a snap shot:

  • I tend to think of Quinton as a boy; he would be a teenager now and would like me to think of him as an adult, but he indicated he will stop aging at 20.  LOL
  • Quinton has a great sense of humor and he gets that from both Kristine and I.  See above!
  • Kristine took his transition the hardest, but Quinton is with her daily.
  • There is nothing that could have been done to avoid his transition; this was part of our soul contracts.
  • Our love is helping Quinton on the other side.
  • Quinton is an old soul, and was meant to blast his healing / loving energy brightly for a short time here in the physical world.
  • Quinton validated some plans Kristine is in the early stages of developing that relate to helping others organize their lives.  This may take the form of being a consultant as she is always helping others.
  • Quinton validated that he is always messing with us by changing the times on the clocks in our house and even sometimes helping me get to my appointments when I am expected to be late.  He also will delay me to prevent me from getting into accidents.

This reading was riddled with validating comments.  Shannon does not know us and nor is much of this information in our books, for those who might be skeptically minded.  Also, Quinton made contact through his middle name – never happened before!  This was another first for us with Quinton and Shannon’s reading was probably the strongest he has come through to us via a medium.


This is where the rubber meets the road. Not only did his visit lift our spirits, but it again reinforces that truly, there is no death.  There is only a doorway, a veil and our loved ones are on the other side and available to us in times we know not.


Blessings!
-Ernie and Kristine Jackson