The evening of January 15th, I was on Karl Fink program Streaming for the Soul to discuss forgiveness and the signs from our loved ones across the veil that so beautifully illustrate there is no death, only a transition to another form.  During the initial airing of the program, Jann Kraus was watching.  Jann is a certified hypnotherapist and past life regression therapist who has been actively teaching and doing light work for 47 years.  She gave me permission to share the below.

Approximately four years ago Jann went to a very good medium named Julie. During that reading both her mother and grandmother had shown up to speak with her, but there was a young boy who showed up as well.  He was so excited, jumping all over the place in fact, so much so her mom and grandmother in spirit could barely get a word in.  The boy was about 8 years old and thanked Jann for “helping him”.  Jann struggled to connect the dots, initially not even knowing who he could be, but when she hung up she remembered something her son had shared with her within two months prior to her reading with Julie.

Her son’s wife was a minister and actively involved with counseling two families, one of whom had a son (Spencer) dying of cancer and the other family had a son with a mildly autistic condition. The two boys ended up being best friends.  Spencer would encourage his friend by telling him he had “super bots” that made him strong and kept anyone from hurting him. The day came that nothing else could be done for Spencer and his family took him home for his transition and soon, he became non-responsive.  Arrangements were made to bring Spencer’s best friend to see him, but he remained unresponsive until his friend mentioned “super bots” and told him that they would now make him strong – and Spencer opened his eyes, the two friends locked gazes, and then Spencer transitioned.

Jann’s son shared the above with her and it broke her heart. Jann cried and prayed for Spencer, his family and for his best friend.  In her prayer to Spencer she “recalled telling Spencer to look for a bright light and that we was safe and that Jesus would find him.”  As she realized he was the little boy who dropped in during the session with the medium, she marveled how all of it came together.  She was in a complete state of awe that she, a perfect stranger’s caring and prayer can actually help someone on the other side!  This was a wonderful lesson for her, as she stated in her letter to me, but a wonderful lesson for me as well.

Here at Helping Parents Heal, we help you come to terms with your child’s transition and eventually come to realize that they continue to exist in a different form. We do this by giving you a safe place to discuss the signs, signs that come in all manner of ways.  A person has to be living to send us a sign!  Life continues and there is a continuity of life.  The above incident drives that home yet again.  We are energy, we are spiritual beings having a human experience which segues directly to the power of prayer.  I don’t know about you, but I have to meditate on that a bit to let that sink in.  I understood we could affect each other energetically here in the physical realm, but haven’t given it much thought that we could do the same to our loved ones across the veil.  This is truly incredible for some of us and for others – they have known it all along.

We are wishing you the best for the New Year! May your year be filled with epiphanies and purpose, for we are still here, so each of us has a purpose as we continue to learn and experience the Divine.

Namaste,

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Monday, 14 May 2018 07:40

Evan and Quinton, in Dallas

The past two months have been a whirlwind, which resulted with me being in Dallas taking part of a client meetings as part of a new job. I have given up trying to know what is coming next; I have surrendered to trying to plan and am learning to better recognize the influence of Quinton in my life. Dallas Texas is where I was taken.

I arrived on Monday afternoon, May 7th, checked in to my room and took a taxi to Meso Maya, a TexMex restaurant at 1611 McKinney Ave. There about twenty-five of us gathered to meet one another, many of us for the first time. Almost immediately I noticed a tall woman with a strong, but easy going manner. She was confidant and had a brightness about her. My eyes kept coming back to her, appreciating her energy and the fact that she walked unabashedly in her truth.
As the executives each took turns speaking to us, explaining how the next two days were going to go, I suddenly realized that we were standing shoulder to shoulder. I was like, how did that happen because I was pretty much standing in the same spot. As she told it, she realized it as well and noted that even though somehow I was inside her bubble, she was not uncomfortable, which was highly unusual. After the executives finished, I asked her name. “Amy”, she replied. We exchanged pleasantries and then retreated to different parts of the room, with our respective co-workers.

The next day, we had a morning session and an afternoon session. During the morning we all introduced ourselves by mentioning where we worked and what facilities we were associated with. To open the afternoon session, we were asked to share something personal. I was like, ok, you asked for it, but still I kept it brief. I said, “I have written and published two books; Quinton’s Messages and Quinton’s Legacy, and am a Board member of Helping Parents Heal.” Not a word was said and there was barely any acknowledgement, which was what I expected, but all the same I knew I was supposed to mention all of it.

The afternoon session ended and Amy came to me, saying she wanted to know more. As I began to explain, she indicated that she had a feeling that was what I was going to say and now better understood why she was drawn to me. And here we connected as she not only told me about her son Evan who transitioned at birth, but told me of his numerous beautiful signs and how he not only saved his older brother’s life, but saved hers as well when he was born. She is a bright light; she is a Shining Light Parent who has been through a lifetime of unimaginable pain that has resulted with her realizing her power, her strength and her magnificence.

We talked for the better part of two or three hours. I learned that her son Evan is the same age as Quinton. After mentioning Quinton’s name she shared, Evan was the second choice of a name for her son. She had wanted to name him Quinton. We both smiled and exclaimed, yup, there are no coincidences and look what our boys are up to as we had not doubt that both Evan and Quinton were standing there with us. We had no doubt they had orchestrated this meeting and as the afternoon developed into a team building event in the evening, I think I may know why.

So here is this Shining Light Parent, a parent whose son Evan has shown her that her six miscarried children are alive and well - also. Here is the woman who a new friend of mine, a Frenchman, describes as being “light”, looking to share even more her love, light and knowledge than she has already been sharing. My first thought, is there a Helping Parents Heal chapter in Dallas? Yes, I saw when I checked the website. Maybe that is it because she embodies the energy of HPH and our/her desire to help others, and maybe that is only the beginning for her.

As the evening unfolded, it came to me, I need to contact Jeff Olson and I need to introduce Jeff to Amy; they are meant to now only know each other, but quite possible share a stage. A stage of motivational souls who have been through the fire, emerged to help and motivate others. “Amy, are you willing to travel?” I asked. The answer was a ready “yes”, and a smile. Let the journey continue.

Namaste.

P.S. – On May 12th, via a dear listener of Suzanne Giesemann’s Messages of Hope radio on Unity online radio, I learned of another young man on the other side named Evan utilized the above meeting and my brief mention of it on Suzanne’s show to send a message to his Mom in Minnesota. I am more and more in awe of how our loved ones on the other side tie us together. It blows my mind how seemingly unrelated events are not unrelated at all.

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