Monday, 18 January 2021 09:50

Soul

I remember, quite vividly in fact, being literally on fire with the truth, the divine knowledge that Quinton lives. I would approach nearly anybody, maybe everybody to share what Quinton had revealed by his visits and signs. The more I shared that white hot energy of love, knowledge, gratitude and awe, the more it was shared back with me. You see, the Universe replied, “what you experienced is quite natural and happens to most, even if some don’t recognize it”.

In this mental and spiritual landscape of being awash with a new truth, I was even more amazed to find this truth in some mainstream Hollywood movies such as What Dreams May Come, Hereafter, Charlie St. Cloud and Heaven is For Real. Additionally, and let us not forget Collateral Beauty and The Shack. These movies and others touch upon that divine truth, we exist beyond the flesh. Some movies get into this sacred truth deeply while others just touch upon it briefly, but still it is impactful as we are forced to put on those, shall we say, more spiritual shoes for the first time…out of necessity.

Now there is a new movie out called Soul. I watched it the first time and I knew it was special, but I was unprepared for all that it was touching upon, so I watched it again a week later savoring this Disney movie as it depicts the transition of souls as they go into the light while fully aware. I further savored The Great Before as new souls are born and prepare to incarnate! Yes, there is so much more to “a lifetime!” Those are just two sacred concepts deeply woven into the movie and these are important concepts for us due to our shared journey, and it is important for those not on our sacred journey to be exposed to. The funny thing is they may consider it entertainment, not fully realizing the concepts are pertinent.

Even more impactful for me, eleven and one-half years after Quinton’s transition was what I felt a core theme; our time here is a gift and therefore sacred, each breath we take. As the movie neared its climax, at first subtly and then like a sledge hammer, the message was to be present, each breath, each sunrise and sunset, each smile, breeze, falling seed pod, and a good song that touches us deep in a forgotten place. For some of you, you are already there. Even though I Know There is More, too often forget to smell roses and be present to the beauty of our time here I am ashamed to say. So, that core message was for me made even more poignant, because here I remain working on my lessons while Q is at home.

I am actually thinking I may watch it every Sunday, to center my mind – as I enter each work week.  Yes, today was a good day and I hope yours was better than it might have been expected.

Namaste,

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Tuesday, 31 December 2019 13:38

A Gift From Quinton

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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Sunday, 25 November 2018 20:49

A Visit From Quinton

Whenever I have a procedure and am under an anesthetic, I wonder if Quinton will visit, no matter the procedure. I had my microfracture surgery on a knee in 2010, a couple of colonoscopies and recently a full shoulder replacement.  Each time, I go to sleep looking somebody in the eyes and each time I wake with no memory of a visit.

A full shoulder replacement is a major surgery and everybody told me recovery would basically be awful. Surgery lasted a little more than an hour after starting at 9:00 a.m. on Friday, November 2nd. I was in recovery a little after 10:00.  Kristine said she had just settled down in the waiting room when she was called back.  The recovery room was no big deal; I discovered that a nerve block is a really good thing as my whole left arm was numb, especially my fingers.  As the day progressed, and as I progressed, the IV was removed from my right wrist, I got up and went to the bathroom and did a lap down the hall to step up some practice stairs.  By the end of the day, I was deemed ready to go home.

The hospital, doctor and doctor’s team had communicated very well. Because of their forceful comments, I understood that I had to start my paid meds prior to the nerve block wearing off.  They provided some pretty graphic tales of men (only men), who felt so good that they waited too late to start the pain meds.  I have learned that the rules and directions actually do apply to me, so I obeyed.  We made it home and I started my pain management.  Pain management and ice where my friends for a couple of days.  My close relationship with ice ended up lasting much longer than two days.

Saturday morning, something wondrous happened. I sensed a presence on my left and recognized it was our son, Quinton. This time I spoke with him through my thoughts.  I told him that I recognize him dropping in from time to time through our grandson, Salvador Quinton.  And our son Quinton acknowledged it to be true.  This question I had for him as based upon a conversation Kristine and I had just a week prior and we both agreed that he does drop in but still, it was good for him to acknowledge it.

Since I was in a bit of a dialogue with my son and I didn’t want to waste the opportunity, I asked him about Heaven. I asked him what it was like.  I sent him images of our mountain paradise where he was raised, the Arizona home where we currently live and an image of Rocky Point to signify the beach, and asked him which he preferred. He explained that Heaven can be whatever we want it to be and indicated that he preferred his Heaven to be in the pine trees.  At that point, I questioned myself and began to wonder if I was imagining all of this.  In that moment I remembered that our connections to our loved ones can feel just like that, so subtle and gentle that it feels like our imagination at times, so I went with it.

The connection was weakening as I asked a combination question, asking what is next and am I done yet?  My best impression of the answer is, I am not done yet.  While I have always wanted to change the world by getting more to wake up, that isn’t my path or purpose.  When I look at my daughter and grandchildren, this is my remaining purpose.  To see how my presence allows them to heal and grow, is a gift beyond measure.  While I still have the addiction of wanting to accomplish more in the world, my family needs me.    As I watch them grow, as I see how they react to the Christ spark in me, I know I have arrived.

Namaste

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