Sunday, 09 October 2016 13:02

Golfing with Quinton

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I become deeply immersed in the system of things; in complete and total mindless busyness!  I learn and grow in this busy state, which of course is part of our purpose for being here.   It is sometimes hard to let go and simply enjoy myself.

Case in point, I felt bad about leaving work to attend the annual BOMA Phoenix golf tournament.  I was fielding calls and handling busy work up until I left, and was still taking calls on the way.  However, I was curious to see what I was supposed to experience at the tournament because it is rarely simply about having fun, although it was part of my agenda.  Whenever I golf, I think of Quinton and hope he will make his presence known in some way.  My expectations increase when I golf at any BOMA tournament.  

I did have fun playing golf, and I was doing a pretty good job.  I was encouraged since because of my surgically repaired shoulder and the simple fact that I don’t practice, I will never be a long ball hitter.  Making contact with the ball is good enough.  We came up to a hole where we met some new friends who had become vendor partners.  They had set up a goal post with several footballs at the hole.  Well, Quinton and I loved throwing a football, so when I picked one up and started tossing it around with the guys.  Of course, I was thinking of Q.   This experience completely lifted my spirits and allowed me to feel that Quinton was with me.  I didn’t know what hole we were on until later in the week.

Then, while I was golfing, I hit one of the best shots off the tee.  I started jumping around, laughing and giggling, saying that it was the best ever! Or so I thought.  A couple of holes later, I hit my truly best shot ever off the tee.  I was so impressed that I measured it.  It was 210 yards; something I have never done.  It was straight and low, and I had made clean contact with it, neither hitting too far under nor topping the ball.  I knew Quinton was there.   Since we were playing a scramble, my shot was chosen.  My next shot had us on the green, about 8 feet from the hole.  Being able to hit two amazing shots in a row has never happened before!  Never!  I ended up carding a par on the hole, but the quality of the shots was enough for me to know that Q was there with me.  But it gets better!

As we drove to the next hole, I wondered what hole I had been on, looking for any additional coincidences.  I was thinking this as we rolled up to the 16th hole.  Well, I'll be, I thought.  Quinton’s shenanigans had taken place on the 15th hole!  I was not at all surprised and knew that this was still another validation that my son was with me on those swings and at that hole.  

A couple of days later, I met with one of the friends with whom I was throwing the football.  I asked him on which hole they had chosen to install the goal.  I was shocked when he told me that it was the 12th hole.  You might think this is all a coincidence, but after many years of recognizing and acknowledging signs from Q, I realized that this was no accident.  Quinton was born on December 15!  12/15 and it was on those two holes that he was with me.  And while he was with me he lightened my load and allowed my spirit to soar.

Blessings!  

May you recognize the signs of your loved ones when they visit! -Ernie and Kristine Jackson

 

Sunday, 09 October 2016 12:57

The Gift

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My gift comes on the heels of the worst tragedy.  My gift is appreciation and gratitude, for my family.  My gift caused me to have a paradigm shift, from being absorbed in more worldly things like my job, the money I made, the nightly news - to what is, in fact, essential.  I was aware of this before since so much of what I did was for my family’s comfort, but the gift changed it somehow.  It made it more!

I received the gift of perspective, and all of us who have lost someone who is dear have received it.  All of us who have had a child transition to the other side before we have, leaving us here, struggling to get our footing in this new normal, have been given this gift.  

As we move beyond our enormous pain, as our children visit us in our dreams and send us signs, we learn that they actually aren’t “dead.” Still, we miss them so.  But forging past that gaping hole, many of us end up with a divine appreciation – for everything. And this perspective is our gift to the world; a gift we have an opportunity to share with others.  

Our son, Quinton Stone Jackson, immediately began to visit us after transitioning in a horrible accident.  These visits changed everything, but still, there is hurt; hurt about which I need not tell you.  And now, we are blessed to be grandparents; the eldest turns three on July 17th, and the youngest turned one on March 18th.  

It is hard to express the joy they bring to Kristine and me.  Especially me, because now I know and I understand what I missed.  Of course, all grandparents feel the same way about their grandchildren, but for a grandparent who has lost a child, that magical bond seems to multiply by, well, pick a number.

I give my gift to them; the gift of being present.  Looking these treasured grandchildren deeply in their eyes as we babble, making faces and funny noises; as we cuddle and walk and swim.  Of course, not all of us have grandkids, but we still have an opportunity lovingly to share our gift of perspective, gratitude, and appreciation with those around us.  It is not an obligation to do so because sometimes we just don't feel up to it.  However, being able to share when we do feel uplifted or when the moment is right, sharing the perspective that we are grateful to be with our friends and loved ones is remarkable.

So, here I sit, after publishing two books, moving in and out of the corporate world. Here I sit, just completing the 2nd edition of 'Quinton’s Messages' and reliving along the way.  Here I sit with the realization that I am honored to be part of my daughter and son-in-law’s lives, and especially a part of my grandson’s lives.  This inclusion is more important than anything else.  It overshadows everything, and it shapes our future.

We are needed.  We have a valued perspective that today's world today yearns to understand.  We don’t have to preach it, just live it, so that others may see us and be equally inspired to have the gratitude and appreciation that we have for life.  Share the gift.

-Blessings!  May you recognize the signs of your loved ones when they visit!


-Ernie and Kristine Jackson

Friday, 07 October 2016 13:04

Quinton Visits through Jaime Clark

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Quinton Visits through Jamie Clark

Sunday, August 21st started like any other Sunday.  Morning coffee and quiet time, but that was short-lived and soon the routine changed.  Usually we have homemade breakfast together (my wife Kristine, my mother-in-Law Nellie and myself), but not this morning.  Kristine and Nellie had a desire to have a sausage Griddle from McDonalds.  This was one of Quinton’s favorites (as well as their French fries) and we just don’t go to McDonalds anymore for breakfast or a burger.  

After breakfast I was in my home office trying to get a little organized and go through emails, but I realized that I was on the verge of tears.  I was weepy for some reason as I listened to George Winston’s Autumn CD from years ago.  Then I was able to Facetime with my daughter and her two sons, Salvador Quinton and Santino.  As we spoke, the the George Winston CD ended and it automatically advanced to the next CD.  This was unusual because normally the player does not advance to the next CD and more importantly, the soundtrack to the animated movie 'Spirit' came on loud and clear.  This is Quinton’s favorite movie and soundtrack.  Kristine called to me, asking if I had done that intentionally, because today was a big day!

Sunday, August 21st we were going to the Helping Parents Heal meeting at Unity of Phoenix and would be able to be in the presence of our friend and brother Jamie Clark.  Yes, Psychic Medium Jamie Clark!  We know and love Jamie and he knows us.  He has connected with our son before, which is always momentous.  In these parent meetings, we don’t expect to hear from Quinton, but we go to lend our support and energy to Jamie and all the other parents hoping to hear from their loved ones.  We don’t expect anything because we have had so many amazing validations.  In fact, we have written two books about how Quinton has visited and what we have learned.  I would actually hate to be a medium trying to bring Quinton to us in an original way, but I still wore red (one of Quinton’s favorite colors). When it came time to pick a seat, we actually picked ones in the back in an effort to be inconspicuous, but that didn’t work out as planned and Jamie put his hand on my shoulder when he came in to say 'Hi.'

The meeting started and Jamie began bringing through validations.  I had my eyes on a mother and son at the front of the room, and I focused on them and hoped they would receive what they needed.  When Jamie came to us, I started looking behind me – it never fails that even when I am sitting that far back,  I assume the medium is directing their comments to somebody in front of me or behind me.  Jamie commented on my cross.  Clearly he hasn’t read our second book because the first chapter is titled “The Cross” and I share how it came to me.  It is quite distinctive; he asked how it came to me and I just indicated that it was gifted.  He went on to say I would be gifted another.  Well that is cool, I thought, but then it got real!  You see, when an amazing medium like Jamie Clark or Susanne Wilson speak they always find a way to bring through our children in an original way!  And when this happens, I am invariably like a deer caught in the headlights.  I will readily acknowledge and voice my awe, gratitude and appreciation when others get an unbelievably amazing and undeniably validating comment, but when it happens to me, it takes me some time to process it.  It is as if my rational mind is trying to understand how he could possibly know that.

Next thing I know, Jamie says, “Quinton asked that you save him a few french fries.”   No joke – We just don’t go to McDonalds; it has been years, we just don’t do it, but this morning we had gone and now this comment from Quinton, via Jamie. This was one of the most validating comments I have ever experienced and it was courtesy of our Quinton and Jamie.  Well, Mr. Clark – you now have my attention, my friend.  Quinton is in the house, so to speak, and had clearly been with us all day!  Jamie went on, telling me to keep healing others and to heal myself too, to which I replied a heartfelt 'Amen.'  

The rest of the session was amazing.  Jamie was in great form delivering some truly incredible validating comments for others and in doing so clearly demonstrated that he had a direct connection to their loved ones.  Truly amazing job, Jamie, my friend!  Thank you for blessing this group of parents with your gift.

As the meeting drew to a close, Jamie came by and he said to me, “Embrace the Change”.  This comment could not be more appropriate.  I have withdrawn from the public eye in large part, and have been focused on finding my own peace and preparing for, well – a change.  I have been preparing to break one of my recurring cycles; a cycle that I was born into and in which have run in circles for 52 years. So he nailed it… again! And Quinton nailed it again.  Thank you Jamie and thank you my son.  

Blessings and “Know There is More”

 

Wednesday, 06 July 2016 07:12

A Lighthouse in a Sea of Uncertainty

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As the eternal beings that we are, what an amazing time to be here, living in these tumultuous times. Living in this dichotomy, we get to make a choice. The choice is in thought and in deed.

Do we choose love, light and making a positive difference; or do we choose hate, fear and doing harm? It seems almost overly simplistic, but in our quiet moments, this truth is obvious. And the choice has nothing to do with our socioeconomic standing, our color, our politics, our religion or our disability; absolutely nothing.

In this time and place, where the camps of hope and love are even more polarized against those of distrust and fear – does it make the choice more or less obvious? The answer is self-evident, even more so when you understand and embrace that you are an eternal being.

My choice is obvious. I encourage you to be a beacon of light, a beacon of love – reach out with an act of kindness today and every day.

 

Blessings!

 

Quinton's Dad

Sunday, 20 December 2015 14:43

Life is Eternal

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We have been told life is eternal, those of us who grew up in the church. I didn’t, so what a shock it was to me when Quinton illustrated to me just how eternal life is. In my effort to understand I read, learning what Quinton shows me is the norm; as I shared, many have shared with me that their loved ones have demonstrated eternal life.

So, life is eternal – we exist beyond the bags of flesh and bone where our essence currently resides. The real question now is; does this change what we think of our lives, the lives of others and most importantly – the madness we see going on in the world around us, yet again? Oh yes, yet again; read your history of humankind on this planet and understand this is what we do. We are victimizers and victims.  

Will we ever stop the madness, the injustice to individuals and peoples? Probably not, but we have a responsibility to ourselves as individuals to somehow ascend hate, fear, loathing, and for some – subsequent violence and abuse of others, whether it to merely psychological abuse, physical abuse or flat out killing. And it is said, once you can stop the actual abuse, the next step in the ascension is to stop imagining yourself doing it, and then ascend above wanting to do it.

This is the environment we live in. An environment that creates fear; an environment that encourages violence and it is awful. And in this environment, we, somehow, someway get to choose. Which path do we take? And maybe this is the point of it all; based on some of what I have read – it is. Some of us continue to ascend, now – I mean, why wait, while others get absorbed by the madness, flailing and thrashing about.

No, it isn’t a test, but I think it goes deeper than a simple decision in our mind. This involves prayer, meditation (just sit quietly without the TV, phone or music blaring) – after setting an intention. Understand why it is so hard and know that this too isn’t an accident. It is the eternal opportunity to, when hitting the fork in the road, that is within any situation, taking the path of love and acceptance instead of judgement and hate.

And so it is.