Tuesday, 02 October 2018 20:21

Connections and Goosebumps

Not long ago I was on my way to work. The commute is relatively short, but still takes thirty minutes due to so many people being on the road at the same time.  I am five months into a new job where I am tasked with being detail oriented and somewhat isolated from people.  This isn’t what I was made for, but it is a good paying job and actually provides me with the opportunity to master some spiritual lessons that I needed to work while not wiping me out, thereby leaving me some time and energy for other pursuits.  Still though, on this particular morning, I wasn’t feeling it.

As I drove east on Deer Valley Road, I was lost in my thoughts. Pulling up to a light, for some reason I looked to my left and saw a Mom driving and a girl was sitting in a car seat in the 2nd row of seats.  I couldn’t help myself, I smiled and waved.  She might have been six or maybe eight years old, and she lit up like a very bright light. Her smile was huge and her waving was so unbelievably enthusiastic that my smile grew and I waved a moment longer.  It was a magic moment that kept me smiling all the way in to the office.  This young lady brightened my day, the entire day.  And so it is when we connect; it is so simple, isn’t it?  As I reflected on that moment, I wondered if Quinton had dropped in to brighten my day.

A couple of weeks after that, I was at the Arizona School of Real Estate taking two days’ worth of continuing education classes for my Arizona Real Estate license. It felt good to be out of the office and to interact with others. The first day was a grind.  The first class of the day began at 8:00 a.m. and the third, and the final class for the day ended at 5:15 p.m.  The second and last day would be more of the same, but being the last day and knowing I would have completed my education requirements by the end of the day, I felt lighter, if you know what I mean.  As the first class neared the start time, I was walking to my seat and blurted out while standing at the front of the class, “what a beautiful day.”  A gentleman in the back agreed with me and added, “When you get my age, you are grateful for every morning.”  I replied, letting him know that I understood what he meant and proceeded to introduce him and everybody else in the class to Quinton while sharing a glimpse of what Quinton he showed me. All of this took a matter of seconds, and then I sat down.

During one of the breaks a gentleman came to me, wanting to discuss. If I remember correctly, he may have been a Veteran and was a firefighter.  I thanked him for his service and shared in more detail, Quinton’s visits and what it means when our loved ones visit from the other side.  He was grateful to hear and complimented me on my faith.  (Maybe this will be a subject of another blog someday.  I always marvel when people equate faith with what Quinton showed me – another time).  On the next break, another gentleman came to me, and he needed to talk as he said, “Please tell me more.”  His daughter had transitioned twenty-eight years prior, and he was still struggling with it.

Sharing, in the circumstance I described above is different in some way. I swear, in these moments I am just a conduit for a message that isn’t mine.  It is like I am tapped on the shoulder and told to share a divine message.  And so I did, I connected with him and shared with all awe, amazement and gratitude – Quinton’s visits; being tapped on the shoulder and guided to help, share, comfort and support another happens to all of us. The divine message of Q’s signs and that they showed me that he is alive and well on the other side coursed through my being. And then I said, this applies to your daughter too.  I felt that feeling I love and equate to being connected to the universe; I had goosebumps like I had never had before.  I looked down at my right arm.  Those goose bumps where larger than they had ever been and the hair on my arm stood straight up, totally perpendicular. I held my arm up and said, “See?”

His demeanor had changed, in that moment. The wheels were turning and maybe he was thinking differently about his daughter’s transition all those years prior.  An instructor walked by and caught part of our exchange and just said, “Goosebumps are good,” as he smiled and kept on walking.  Yes, goosebumps are good as they signal a connection to source and a connection to others.

These are the moments I live for and I encourage you to seek them as well. We are not made to walk the path alone; we are made to connect and share our respective journeys, the good and the bad.  But if you bump into me and give me any clue at all that you want to know more, be prepared to hear a divine message and maybe even get some goosebumps of your own.

Namaste.

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Friday, 19 January 2018 20:22

The Traveling Man

The traveling man left Peoria long before sunrise.  By the time he made it to where Highway 160 turned north, five miles from the Four Corners Monument and six miles from where his son transitioned, it was approximately 8:00 a.m.  The sun was now up and it was a cold twenty-three degrees outside.  As the man made the turn he saw two figures standing alongside the road, almost in the exact same spot they last pulled over eight and one-half years ago to adjust the jet skis on the trailer.  The couple standing there saw the truck make the turn and wondered if it would stop and give them a ride.

They didn’t raise their thumbs until he was close.  The man was watching them and hadn’t picked up a hitchhiker for years, and had never picked up two at one time, but he stopped, backed up and then unlocked the doors.  When they opened the doors, the man asked where they were going to which the gentleman said, Towaoc.  The traveling man knew the town.  The first responders to the accident came from the station located there and a few years afterward he had spoken with them there.

The woman sat in the back seat and the man sat in the front.  His name was Eric and he was upbeat and positive; he had a good and strong energy about him.  The traveling man asked him what was going on in Towaoc and he responded that he had an orientation for a new job he had just landed.  Given the proximity to the accident site, the traveling man mentioned the memorial, the accident that claimed Quinton’s life years prior and even some of signs from his son.  And then the conversation began in earnest.

The Eric’s father had transitioned a scant one month prior.  Naturally the traveling man asked if he had received any signs yet or if his Dad had visited him in his dreams.  He indicated he hadn’t but that he could hear his Dad’s words in his head, encouraging him to get up and go to the orientation even though it was cold out.  He spoke of his Dad’s conversation with him two weeks prior to his transition, telling him that while it was his time to go, he (Eric) had to stay. 

The hitchhiker was no stranger to death; his baby sister had transitioned when she was just three month old.  It broke his Mom’s heart.  She was so sad, he explained.  She often spoke of wishing she could see her, and be with her again.  He shared that one morning  years ago, his Mom wouldn’t wake up.  She slept for so long that he and his Dad were about to call for paramedics, when suddenly she woke up.  She was happy and excited, and had something to tell them.  She had gone to heaven and saw her daughter.  She said her daughter was alive and well, and went on to describe the surroundings as “bright and misty”.

The traveling man and Eric really hit it off as they both discussed the fact that we are eternal and our lives here have purpose.  The traveling man encouraged Eric to be an example for his people, to be a bright light and not to fret if he ever stumbles.  None of us are perfect; just get up, forgive yourself and keep being a role model.  The world today desperately needs role models.

Eric told the man that he never would have thought he would meet a man like him that morning.  He shared that he had stood at Quinton’s Memorial just a few weeks prior and thought, “this is some man’s son.”  He continued by saying, “And here you are.”  The traveling man provided him with two business cards, one for Arizona and another for Colorado and told him, “Call me if you need to talk with me.”  Then he dropped them off at their destination and continued with his drive.

The world is a funny place as it quite effectively separates us by race, color, nationality, sexuality and sex; by the haves and have nots.  This is not reality.  The truth of the matter is, we are tied to one another, if we go deep enough, if we care enough; we are all one, linked to one another by an absolute Love.  All we need do is get out of our own way and begin to see through the stories that we allow to separate us.

Namaste

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