Sunday, 30 June 2019 21:24

Ten Years Later

For five days I had been running, trying to be strong for others, trying to coordinate and trying not to let it get me. On the phone constantly, pacing the halls while on crutches; anybody who scowled at me, I scowled back. If anybody looked beyond that scowl and deeper into my eyes, they saw the hurt, disbelief and shock.  On the 5th day, the new reality began to sink in. It caught up to me and touched me.  I really do not like going back to this place, even now ten years later remembering in the days immediately following Quinton’s transition.  It is Quinton’s ten year angelversary and I remember the immensity of that cloak.

On the fifth day, laying curled up in a corner, despair wrapped itself around me. Where is Quinton, I wondered and I imagined him alone somewhere in the darkness.  This stifling vision gripped me; I had no religion or faith.  I knew not that life continues and is endless; I was a blank slate and I was now ready for something.  A close friend of ours burst into the room.  Was she excited or agitated, none of us there knew and began to despair anew, until she spoke.

I still remember the heaviness in the room, now ten years later, as she began to speak and we thought – “What next?” She said in a breathless voice as if she had been running, “I can only tell this once” as she urged us to gather. She began in earnest, telling us a Medicine Man in full gear came to her in the lobby of the Marriot Courtyard.  He grasped her hands and looked deeply into her eyes and said, “I have just finished performing a ceremony. A little boy sent me to find you.  He wants you to know he is fine and Tom is helping him with his transition.”  With this, a new door cracked opened.

The energy in the room changed, immediately. The somber expressions were replaced with gasps of surprise, joy, and even smiles with the revealing of something more.  All of this happened in a heartbeat and all of it before our minds had a chance to question any of it.  Within my gasp came the realization that Quinton lives… and the question, why didn’t I know the human experience worked this way?

Since, there have been signs from Quinton too numerous to count. With the passage of time comes a discernment and acknowledgement of his quiet voice.  I desperately want to share this knowledge with you; we desperately want to share the knowledge – all of our loved ones who have transitioned are quite alive in the spirit realm, but how best to share this information?  How can we help you when you are in the throes of your grief?  At some point, the words on this page are just that, words without meaning.  

Within a few short months, as I began to share the amazing and wondrous that Quinton was showing us, I promised myself to not pretend to be an authority on the topic of what our loved ones do after shedding their earthly bodies, instead speaking to a broader message of “Know There is More” and inviting you, dear friend to conduct your own research. By and large, I have honored this promise, but within this journey of experience, speaking with others and reading books by experts who have performed the research, I do have my own take.

I understand we all get to go; we all shed our earthly bodies and go home no matter how we lived or how we transitioned. I feel the pain and have heard the dogma associated with those who transition by suicide; they continue as well.  While I cannot speak to their thoughts and what their journey looks like on the other side, I can invite you to read books by authors like Michael Newton, Brian Weiss and James Van Praagh, especially Michael Newton.  While I don’t really understand the concept of Karmic Debt, I can invite you to read up on it yourself; maybe you can explain to me how the concept factors into our time here – in this latest version of ourselves.  Through it all though, I am reminded of the greatest of spiritual teachers in our history who implore us to Love one another (even our enemies), to Forgive (especially if it is ourselves) and Not to Judge others (even the face in the mirror).  With these three principles in hand, it is easier to navigate the waters of the human experience.

Ten years has passed and amidst the swirling drama, the Peace I seek is at hand. All I want for you, is to have the same.

Namaste,

 

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Monday, 03 September 2018 21:16

Healing After the Transition of a Child

There is no one path to healing, we know. The grieving process is one of the most painful struggles parents, siblings, cousins, grandparents, aunts, uncles and friends will endure.  Making it worse still, all of us grieve differently.  This point might be the hardest to endure because in that place of unimaginable pain, it is nearly impossible to understand how somebody could grieve differently than us.  Trust me, this is one constant – all of us grieve differently, (so don’t judge others for doing so).  And all of us heal differently too, if we allow ourselves to heal at all.

So many paths to healing, but I believe most of them point to attaining some sort of knowledge, some sort of understanding of what happened. More to the point, where is our son, where is our daughter now? We are desperate to know and that need comes from our minds and our souls.  It is here, if we are fortunate, we both seek and find the support we need, or it finds us.  Attempting to walk the path of grieving alone is the most difficult way.  While some can, I assert we are not made to go it alone.  In finding support, we share the pain and receive truths that we might not otherwise be exposed to.

For me, it was signs from Quinton that opened my eyes. Quinton’s signs opened wide a door to a deep understanding that he lives on in another level of existence.  Trust me when I say, I just don’t know how or why I was able to recognize his signs so quickly.  Granted, they were bold and powerful, but coming from a place of ignorance in these matters, I could have dismissed them as flights of fancy or imagination.  But I didn’t, somehow I knew in my soul what his signs meant.  Quinton granted me the most powerful gift, the Gift of Knowledge that he is alive and well.  I do all in my power to give you this very same gift.  Let’s talk about signs, let’s discuss them and learn how to recognize them.  This is why there are two books, Quinton’s Messages and Quinton’s Legacy.  This is why there are dozens, even hundreds of books that speak this simple truth.

After the signs, we were blessed to have contact with some truly gifted evidential mediums. Mediums like Rebecca Rosen, Suzanne Giesemann, Jaime Clark, Dave Campbell and Susanne Wilson.  The list goes on and on.  These mediums can communicate directly with our loved ones on the other side.  Such a gift they have, referred to as “gifts of spirit” in the New Testament.  Richard Ireland, in his book published by his son Mark titled, Your Psychic Potential describes “mediumship is a sacred office, the one original priesthood of God.”  This gift they have has to be interpreted via the physical bodies they have, which makes their gift and dedication to making the connections for us so sacred.  These mediums provide us with knowledge that our loved ones exist as they share messages from them, that there is no earthly way they could know.  These esteemed mediums while sharing the connections they make, the best of them try to teach us how to connect directly ourselves with our loved ones.  This direct connect is the most powerful and wonderful experience.  These mediums do not want us to rely too much on them or to need them.  From my perspective, there is nothing more heartbreaking than to see parents new to the path of grieving the transition of a child, attend a gallery reading and walk away bitterly disappointed.  This is the risk and candidly, why I talk so much about signs we all can and DO receive directly.

This quest for understand cannot be complete without God, after all, God makes the signs, the mediums and the fact that our loved ones are alive and well on the others side possible. I sought God my entire adult life, searching in multiple churches over the years only to find the Divine at the accident scene, in the aftermath.  And what a gift that is!  Talk of God can be so divisive, but God in inclusive; only the human is divisive and we should not project this divisiveness upon God. 

I found God at the accident scene and upon finally reading the Gospels, I felt as wrapped in a warm loving blanket. I found myself drawn to scripture such as John 13:34 – “So now I am giving you a new commandment: Love each another. Just as I have loved you, you should love one another.” Luke 6:31 – “Do to others as you would like them to do to you.” Matthew 7:1-2 – “Do not judge others, and you will not be judged. For you will be treated as you treat others.  The standard you use in judging is the standard by which you will be judged.”  I can go on.  For me, finding the red print (the words of Jesus) gave word and understanding to what I was feeling and experiencing, and most importantly (for me anyway) without the dogma.  Jesus says “it is only through me”… and too many create dogma around this and forget He showed us the way – It is through Love, Peace and Understanding.  As I grappled with Quinton’s transition, I found just what I needed in the red print – and so do others.

There are these paths or tools in grieving to be utilized together or separately. Like I said, each help us to understand “There is More” and that our kids are oh so very much alive and well across the veil, as we will be too when our spiritual growth and learning is completed – in this chapter.

Namaste and Blessing.

I wish you all the best and feel free to contact me if you have questions. Dialogue is good.  We are both teacher and student, each of us. 

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