Sunday, 05 May 2019 21:55

Nobody is Lost!

Recently, noticing many refer to their transitioned children as lost, I began to notice the phrase over and over, and over; “I lost my daughter…,” “I lost my son…” My mind wondered, where did this usage begin and when did it become so mainstream.  In reviewing some of my own writings, I am a bit dismayed that I did the same.  Naturally, I looked up the definition of the word.  In the Random House Dictionary of the English Language, Unabridged Edition published in 1966 the definition of lost “(adj.) 1. No longer possessed or retained: lost friends. 2. No longer to be found: lost articles”. Digging a little further in the Word document, a synonym for death is loss.  What?  This isn’t what happens at all.  The use of the word and synonym presumes there is nothing after crossing over, which we know isn’t true.  Nobody is lost!

Grieving the transition of a loved one is hard enough. The grieving process can be hell on earth without support from family, friends and those who know the path without getting into a conversation of acceptable words to describe where our loved ones are. Even with the support of the angels in our lives, it is the most difficult part of being a spiritual being having a human experience; however, perhaps the difficult process could be made less tortuous if there was some education before enduring it.  I guess this is the part that grates me; why are we not properly prepared for this eventuality?  Why aren’t we given a glimpse of the bigger picture, before we have to grapple with our loved one going home?

While here in the United States we have freedom of religion, the many branches of Christianity are still the dominant religion. According to a Gallup news poll, 78% of all adults identify with a Christian faith.  Jesus speaks upon being eternal, as an example look to Luke 10:25-37; an expert in the law sought to test Jesus by asking “what must I do inherit eternal life?”  As part of the discussion Jesus told the expert the parable of the Good Samaritan which illustrated that love and acceptance for all people is at the heart of what it means to have eternal life.  But, just what does the word, eternal mean?  In using the same dictionary mentioned above, “adj. 1. Lasting forever; without beginning or end. 2. Perpetual; ceaseless; endless.” I think it reasonable to expect that Christians understand we are eternal, but in understanding we are eternal, where and how does one get lost when transitioning?  How does one get lost when crossing the veil?  How does one die and get lost, when we are eternal? 

While I strongly suspected that most in the country identified with Christianity, I didn’t realize that according to the one poll I quoted, it was 78%. Having very limited exposure to organized religion up until after Quinton transitioned, I didn’t truly understand what being eternal even meant; it was just a concept or thought that didn’t apply – until it did.  It was our son, Quinton, who showed me, which is totally mind blowing.  Our son “died” and illustrates with his signs and visits that he isn’t dead at all – meaning he is eternal.  As I tried to understand more and discover why I didn’t already know being eternal was even possible, I began to read.  Much to my surprise, I discovered, being eternal is effectively common knowledge even for some who don’t consider themselves religious, or maybe better said, I found this knowledge in books that were not about religion or Christianity.

One of the very first books that came to me, it was given to me within a month of the accident, was Many Lives, Many Masters written by Brian Weiss, M.D.  In this, his first book, he wrote in the preface, “I distrusted anything that could not be proved by traditional scientific methods.” This was before he had a patient that in eighteen months none of the traditional techniques he utilized could help her overcome her “anxiety, panic attacks and phobias”.  It was only then he tried hypnosis did his patient “recall past-life memories that proved to be the causative factors of her symptoms.” His work with this patient resulted with a radical paradigm shift for him; he wanted to share but was afraid his career would be ruined, but finally he did.  He learned we live more than one “life”, and thusly, exist between lives. The simple and beautiful truth of his discovery is, it applies to everyone!  But in his discovery, tell me where is the “lost”? 

There are dozens, if not hundreds of books that shout it from the mountain tops – There is no death; nobody is lost and we are eternal! And then we have our own personal experiences with the signs we received from our loved ones.  Dead people don’t send us signs and neither to do the lost; only the living send us signs.

I will endeavor to no longer use that word to describe a spirit casting aside their human bodies, and I invite you to do the same.

Namaste,

 

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Wednesday, 10 April 2019 08:19

God's Work: Sharing Knowledge

Interesting journey and I find myself quiet again. No longer on fire with sharing this divine knowledge, I have no choice but to turn inward yet as I travel, on occasion I share. 

My current way of earning a living takes me to El Paso a couple of times a month, where I have three medical office buildings I am involved with operationally and for leasing. I get to interface with venders associated with the properties, an engineer, tenants and the executive team for the hospital.  Over the course of the past year I have discussed our journey with grief and enlightenment with the engineer.  I even shared the first book with him, for the benefit of a friend of his whose son had transitioned within the past three years.  Then it hit close to home.

Earlier this year, my engineer’s step son transitioned under difficult circumstances. We were at lunch afterward, him and I.  He needed to talk as he was carrying a burden of guilt, wishing he could have done more for his step son and if he had, maybe unfortunate circumstances of his passing could have been avoided.  He needed to talk and I listened, and assured him that his step-son was fine and that he would send him signs.  He seemed a little skeptical, but I could feel a difference in him afterward.

Approximately four months passed and last week, as he sat across from me at my desk he started talking about finding a picture someplace it didn’t belong. I started paying closer attention.  He was kind of rambling and didn’t mention whose picture it was.  As he continued, he said the picture had been tucked, forgotten, around the frame of a mirror, but the other day he found the picture someplace it had no business being.  I guessed the picture was of his step-son and he confirmed it was.  He completed the exchange by asking what I thought about the whole thing.  I replied, “You answered your own question by even asking me what I thought.”  I told him it was his step-son sending him a sign and letting him know that he was more than just fine, he was alive and well across the veil.  The engineer said, “I hope you are right.”  I let him know that I knew I was.  Things like that don’t just happen without reason.

I was exhausted when I made it home that night. I had been fighting a cold and was just plain worn out.  Somehow I managed to tear Q’s truck up while attempting to back into my single garage stall.  It was very odd and very weird; I just had a moment where I kind of blacked out.  After setting the brake, opening the truck door to get out and pull in the passenger side mirror, suddenly I felt movement the next thing I knew, there was a crunch and the driver side door was pinned backward.  I initially could not comprehend what had happened, but realized the truck was still in reverse.  I was about to go down the woe is me trail, but realized it could have been worse if I had been already outside of the vehicle when it started moving.  If that had happened, I could have been pinned between the side of the house and truck door.

The next day I was on the phone with an insurance adjuster, explaining what had happened and shared that is was in all likelihood, Quinton that saved me from being crushed. Obviously I shared some of our journey and then, she shared hers.  What comes next is the good stuff and what happens when you share with others.  Her name was Carol and she shared that as her Dad neared the time for him to take the journey home (transition), his Father-in-Law (already on the other side) stopped in for a visit.  Everybody in her Dad’s hospital room took notice of his attention to an unseen individual and that he had perked up; they asked and he told them who he was speaking with.

Again and again, this is what is normal – all we have to do is talk about it. Guess I will continue to do just that.  Close the loop; what does this all mean?  It means there is no death and that we continue on in a different form after shedding our bodies.  This drama we are fed, means nothing in and of itself.  The deeper decision is, what will each of us do in the face of it?  Will we let it demoralize us or be an agent for Good?

Namaste,

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Sunday, 10 March 2019 21:41

Sometimes I Wonder

Sometimes I wonder, how many times can I say it; how many times can I tell you this wonderful truth, a truth that for those who haven’t experience it, it doesn’t even register. This most Divine and Wonderful truth that our transitioned loved ones whisper in our ear, show us in dreams and send with the most subtle and or incredible signs.  How many times can I say it?  How many even hear?

Grief is the most awful experience. Some stay there, not being able to lift their heads up, unable to reach out for support or maybe reject the support offered – and that is okay for there is no judgement.  For others, there is support from loved ones, friends and those who have walked through the torturous path of grief emerging to put out the flames and Stand.  Here we stand, with arms open wide, sharing knowledge, comfort and an ear to listen as you unload what must be unloaded. 

I hope and I pray, once this divine knowledge pierces your consciousness that you then begin your journey. We can journey together, but it is a personal journey too.  What does this mean in your individual life; what does it mean for you that your loved one has transitioned, yet here you remain.  Remaining here is a gift, when you keep moving forward and I implore you to move forward or to be more accurate, journey down the rabbit hole of a broader view of the human experience.  This is what our transitioned children, and other loved ones from the other side, show us a glimpse of. 

What comes next isn’t merely about enduring or surviving. Whether you want to hear it or not, all of it has purpose.   Our kids show us, there is no death, period.  Our kids show us, life is eternal, period.  And to think, for many of us, we only come about this knowledge via having a loved one transition, then start sending us signs, communicating in some way and visiting us in those crystal, clear and lifelike “dreams”.  We remain here because we have more to learn, more to experience and more to share – truth.  Even if you don’t want to learn more, I implore you to take the step, because there is more beyond the grieving, the signs and the mediums.  Are you willing to travel down that path your child has set you upon?

As you travel down that path, you may learn about soul contracts and soul groups. As you travel you may hear and learn about reincarnation. You may hear and learn about young souls and old souls.  You may learn about past lives and for some, maybe even future lives.  There is purpose to our time here, even though knowing this may be so challenging initially.  For so many of us, we had a contract with our children, made before we incarnated, that they would transition early to help us to wake up in some way and make even more of our time here. 

How many think this is crazy? How many think I am a fool?  Well, I am so sorry – what I write about, after having read about all of it and experiencing some of it, is the only thing that makes sense.  I am so sorry, I can’t and I won’t go back to how I thought before.  What was important will never be as important again.  And still, I too have to choose, do I stand still or do I keep going deeper.

Initially, for many of us, they journey started with reading. For me, after Quinton began visiting, I knew that I had to attempt to find out how doing so was even possible.  I discovered, There Is No Death.  Now I say to you, dead people don’t send us signs, only the living do - period.  I started with every book by Brian Weiss, MD and every book by Michael Newton, Ph.D. and by James Van Praagh.  These fed and nourished me, and kept me on the path.  But for you, it could be Robert Schwartz, Gary Schwartz and Suzanne Giesemann; or it could be Raymond Moody, Anita Moorjani and Jonathan Ellerby; or Mark Ireland and Mark Pitstick.  Find something that speaks to you, that puts you on the path and keeps on the path your loved ones set you upon.  Believe it or not, you agreed to this crazy journey before you even came here – this time. Truth

God Bless and Namaste

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