Tuesday, 31 December 2019 13:38

A Gift From Quinton

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The year 2020 is upon us and I would like to start the New Year with a gift from Quinton, after all, the time seems absolutely perfect. He set us upon a new path, a journey to a new land with a different view of humanity.

First, there was the survival mode, with the revelation that all of us are eternal. And some might argue this first point with me, but it is true nevertheless.  His signs and visits demonstrated, even to me in the early stages of heavy grief, that he was and is still alive.  This remains hugely important.  The piercing of my consciousness with little if any exposure to organized religion, that he was alive after shedding his earthly body.  To come to this conclusion so soon after he transitioned was surely a blessing.  The reading and conversations with so many afterward drove home the simple fact, not only was it normal to be alive after shedding our earthly bodies, it was normal for everybody – period.  This new found knowledge and realization, the gift if you will, only deepens from there.

Next, I discovered all the manner of ways we divide ourselves, how we separate ourselves from one another is illusion; this separation is human-made and not real. I am most certain some would argue this point and argue it vociferously.  I get it.  I see the news, although I try not to, and at times I sense the separation, but all of it is still false.  You see, Spirit has no color.  Let’s just start with that.  No matter the color of our skin or our ethnic background, whether Black, Yellow, Red, Brown or White – we take none of that when we shed our earthly bodies.  We take our experiences and how we related with and treated others, but not our color.  Our color means absolutely nothing.  The same is true for our sex and sexuality.  The same is true for our political party and our religion.  The same is true if we are rich or poor in earthly terms; we don’t take that with us either.  And so on.  All that we use to divide us from one another is meaningless as Spirit.  This is what I learned in the years of reading on a quest for knowledge to begin to get my arms around how Quinton was able to send my signs, to visit me and on occasion for me to hear / sense his whispers.  I learned all of this in a quest to understand, why I didn’t know any of it was even possible.  This is Quinton’s gift.  Pretty incredible isn’t it?

The timing is yet again, perfect to share this gift with you, with 2020 upon us as our human made systems rub our noses in discord and divisiveness. Let this gift sink in.  There is no color; let’s remove that category as a way to divide ourselves as we are all spiritual beings having a human experience.  In having a human experience we learn a myriad of lessons, each different from the next.  We cannot possibly fathom how it all works when viewing what seems like chaos, but when we examine our own lives quietly and privately, we do see our own lessons – if we are honest – with ourselves.  Now, replace the word “color” with any and all other categories we allow others to divide us.  The point is the same.

We can rail against the injustice of it all now and throughout history, but still, we are the same. We are Spiritual beings here on planet Earth, learning a myriad of lessons as human beings.  We learn Love, Forgiveness, Grace, Peace, Tolerance, Patience, Fortitude, Gentleness, Strength and on and on and on.  We may learn that as we look into another’s eyes, we are looking into our own.  We may even discover Forgiveness when looking into the eyes of another and seeing ourselves looking back.

This is Quinton’s gift to me. It is broad and deep, but my lessons remain as make slow and tortuous progress toward mastering them.  I dare say, maybe the same applies to you.  Those of the dogma claim we are all born in sin, but I sincerely think the meaning is, we are all born with lessons to learn as we evolve to be more divine.

In accepting Quinton’s Gift, let us endeavor to reduce the ways in which we keep ourselves separate for one another.

With much love,

Quinton’s Dad

 

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