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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Tuesday, 13 February 2018 14:07

Gratitude and Connections

As these days turn into weeks, I find myself overcome with a sense of gratitude and it all starts with Quinton.  Quinton showed me that there is no death; he showed me that he continues and therefore I understand I will continue as well when I shed my suit of flesh and go home.  What has that got to do with gratitude you might ask.  Well it is this knowledge that has resulted with me looking at my life here in a different light.  And in this different light, I am grateful for my own spiritual growth that even I am noticing.

I knew when I changed careers and became a Realtor with Berkshire Hathaway in Arizona and Colorado, that I was starting a new life.  A new life, but in the same body.  In this new life, my intent was to focus on my growth, for however long I have.  Before I needed to accomplish and needed to excel to feel good about myself.  After a while it wasn’t enough because I was not in the moment; I was always looking into the future.  It is with gratitude that more frequently I find myself in the moment, and in this place I begin to recognize and acknowledge life’s little miracles and the connections we have.

The key here is, typically in these moments I am in motion.  Maybe we have to be in motion; maybe it is only I that has to be in motion for the magic to happen.  In any case, it doesn’t happen when I sit in the house – it only happens when I am out.  Being on the computer, trying to acquaint myself with programs, reading or writing isn’t where it happens.  I remember reading in a Michael Newton book (either Journey of Souls or Destiny of Souls) that more advanced souls tend to gravitate to and live in cities, or surroundings were there are a lot of people.  This kind of annoyed me because my default is to run away from people, into the hills, into the country side; I must not be very evolved after all I surmised, but grudgingly I have to admit that those connections that provide me with goosebumps of gratitude usually happen when I am with others.

Some examples of what I am trying to say are as follows:

  • In the midst of trying to close a deal I was tasked with finding a quality residential structural engineer.I took a breath, started searching and made two calls and connected with one of the most amazing resources.They came to the subject property the next day.During the course of this conversation, I had goosebumps of gratitude and was floating on cloud nine.
  • I am working on a deal now, it is actually a commercial deal to help a friend buy an office condo.My gratitude stems from having enough commercial knowledge to be of service, while being secure enough in myself and in the moment enough to find my way through the murky areas that I am not clear on.I am grateful that I can navigate the process for my client, to her benefit.
  • I have been to the building department twice in Jefferson County, Colorado on the behalf of a client.This is all foreign to me, but instead of going in trying to pretend I know what I am doing, I go in hat in hand.An eager student looking for answers; when I connect with multiple people eager to help me, I am filled with gratitude.
  • Being able to help clients move.And while they may be clients, now they are friends.The sense of gratitude coming from them is incredible.There is nothing better than helping another; absolutely nothing.

You see, for the moment any way, this excursion isn’t about the end result.  It is about the journey; it is about the process – moment by moment, day by day.  And this is a gift.  If I die today, I can actually say – Mission Accomplished!  Am I there yet, to wherever there is?  No, but I can be satisfied with my progress.  Or maybe I can be satisfied that I am back to being true.  I suspect, that was the point of Quinton’s recent dream visit that I wrote about a while back.

These moments of gratitude and connectedness don’t just happen while trying to be of service.  Sometimes they happen when I am in a zone, trying to hang on and when it seems my own vibe is more readily apparent:

  • Stopping in a gas station in Pagosa Springs, Colorado (a town that I am connected to in some way), at about 8:00 in the evening after a long day to top off the tank of Q’s truck and get some coffee because I am considering driving straight through, another eight hours to get home.And in this place I am connected with the convenience store attendant; somehow we are family and we wish each other well.More gratitude.
  • On that same night, being smart and listening, I stopped to get some rest on Cortez, Colorado.As I checked in to the Best Western, the woman at the desk proudly told me about their breakfast in the morning, starting at 6:00 in the morning.After letting her know I would be gone by then, she told me to come by and they would have a breakfast bag to go for me.When I walked in to check out at 4:45 a.m., that same woman provided me with a bag to go.My heart soared; more gratitude!

And there is more.  The phone calls from friends and acquaintances, asking for guidance and support for those in need.  And again, it isn’t about the end result, but the moment.  And in that moment the feeling of gratitude is immense and the sense of interconnectedness encompasses all.

There is Only Love,

Namaste

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