Ernie Jackson

Ernie Jackson

Saturday, 21 November 2020 09:54

Thanksgiving 2020

What a ridiculous year!  While goings on of this year have been heavy on my spirit, I can only imagine the heaviness so many are feeling if your child or any loved one transitioned this year.  And now, Thanksgiving is here, and we are supposed to be Thankful? The holidays can be challenging enough for so many, but especially for us.  But what if, this is all part of your plan?

I know, believe me I know; for some, it is not the time for that question.   At one point it was not the time to ask me that question.  As weeks and months that slowly passed, I was exposed to information making the above question not only relevant, but on point.  Through Quinton’s visits and so many sharing with me their children / loved ones visits with them, I began to understand there is no death and that we continue in a non-physical form.  This is a nice understanding, but still begs the question, Why?  Why did this happen to begin with?

I was gifted a book by Dr. Brian Weiss within a few short weeks of Quinton’s transition, Many Lives and Many Masters. A new door was opened and I ended up reading every single one of his books.  These books exposed me to the concept of reincarnation.  Dr. Weiss was a traditional psychologist when he hypnotized a patient and asked to “take me back to when these symptoms began.”  Over the coming year his patient shared eighty-six different lifetimes.  This discovery and experience shook Dr. Weiss’s belief system to the core.  He felt he had to share, but was afraid he would be ruined and ridiculed. After four years of sitting on what he learned, he finally published his first book mentioned above which found me not long after Quinton transitioned.  The point, you may ask?  The point is, there is no death and moreover, we come back again and again.  Okay, great but why?

Next came Dr. Michael Newton’s books, Journey of Souls and Destiny of Souls.  Where Dr. Weiss writes about reincarnation, Dr. Newton took it a step further researching by hypnotizing his patients and writing about the time we spend between lives! He further introduced, to me anyway, the concept of soul planning and soul contracts.  His books and many others, share that we design our life plan and we do so to learn something individual to us.  This is the rabbit hole I refer to time and time again.  Is this a bitter pill?  About this time I was reminded that Quinton and I had “done this before, but I didn’t get it”, so we agreed to do it again.  This is a bitter pill, but herein lays the gift and what I am grateful for; now I understand, and now I know my why.  And I am Thankful.

As the giant waves of heavy grief begin to abate, leading smaller waves, I pray these thoughts and concepts open a new door for you as they did me.   The painful truth is that we only learn those deep lessons through adversity.  Okay, enough of those bitter pills; leaving them behind, here is the gift and here is the opportunity to find some thankfulness.   Isn’t it amazing to realize that our children, who love us so, agreed or even offered to leave early that we may learn or master our lessons?  And as far as lesson go, they may be becoming Peace, Forgiveness, non-judgmental, Kindness, realizing our Power and Magnificence, Caring for others, becoming Selfless, learning how to accept Help from Others, overcoming Fear and addictions of all sorts.  Maybe the lessons include learning all labels we apply to others are not remotely relevant. We all are on the path to becoming the better version of ourselves.

I hope you can join me and us in being Thankful for our journey and these crazy times.  It is here, within the pain and divisiveness where we have the greatest opportunity to choose on some level, to move toward a better version of ourselves while helping those whom our experiences may benefit.

Peace be with you and Happy Thanksgiving!       

Sunday, 08 November 2020 20:59

Just Dropping In

I don’t mind telling you, the drama and divisiveness in our country today is weighing on me. It is in times like these when it is good to remember and or be reminded that we are so much more than our bodies and dramas we live. Leave it to my sister Tina to drop in and make her presence known. Tina transitioned a couple of years ago and continues on in a non-physical form as all our transitioned loved ones do and as we will as well.

Below is my other sister, Regina’s retelling of Tina’s recent visit. To set the stage, as you know, I read a lot in the months and following years following Quinton’s transition. One of the concepts I came across was about the phenomenon known as “dropping in” and "piggy-backing." The below is an account of what dropping in may look like for some. This one involves one of Tina's cats, named Chaos:

Jacque and I have been feeling a strong energy in the house for the last few days; we’ve both noticed the shift. There seems to be a definite presence, but we haven’t been able to put our fingers on it. With that being said, I haven’t been as present as usual because I’ve been completely consumed with the election coverage, which is not like me, I usually don’t watch the news because of the negativity and biased coverage.

Karen came over for dinner yesterday, she is a great friend of ours and this was the first time we had her over to the house. Her husband was working late, so it was just us ladies. After dinner while we were just relaxing and chatting, Chaos needed to go out so I let him out. When he came back in he noticed Karen on the couch and stopped dead in his tracks and looked up at her with what appeared to be confusion and curiosity. He stared, as the seconds turned into minutes, I’ve never seen an animal react this way to anyone. (See the picture of Chaos taken by Karen, after Chaos had already been staring at her for ninety seconds!) The first thing I thought was that he thinks Karen is Tina. We were in awe, you could hear a pin drop, no one moved. Finally, Chaos approached Karen, slowly; unsure of himself, but the urge to get closer overpowered his uncertainty. He approached the couch and reached up with a paw and Karen reached out, Chaos smelled her, taking in her scent, then he jumped up next to her and took in her scent. Tina must be here, Chaos can’t get close enough to Karen, and he has to touch her, smell her and snuggle up to her. He couldn’t get enough of her. Could she be his lost mama here to check on him and love on him? Tina’s other cat can’t stay away from Karen either; she is in her lap and won’t leave. We all were in awe; there was a definite connection between Karen and my sister on this evening.

The “presence” that Jacque and I have been feeling makes sense now, Tina is letting us know she is here, the swift movement that we see out of the corner of our eyes, the feeling that someone is watching. Chaos could see what we couldn’t, maybe if we had been more present, we would have known sooner. I wish the fleeting moments will happen again so I can appreciate them more, time to be more present and not allow myself to get caught up in the daily monotonous routine, time wasting tasks that we find ourselves caught up in day in and day out. This has been the first time since Tina’s transition that we felt that she was here. She loves those cats, more than she loved herself. She often would go without necessities to ensure they would eat and have shelter. This has been a reminder to be present, be aware and to cherish the moments.

Tina transitioned in December of 2018; I wrote about Tina and her initial sign to me in a blog on January 27, 2019. Tina, thank you for dropping in, in a time when we all needed the reminder.

We love you,

Peace.

P.S. – Pay attention to those instances that you find odd; listen to your first reaction, before your mind tries to explain. Once your mind gets involved, pay even closer attention if you are thinking, "that has never happened before”, or “that was strange”, etc. Trust your instincts, then recognize something wonderful has just occurred.

 Chaos

Monday, 17 August 2020 21:46

Divine Appointments

Our time here is a series of Divine Appointments, those significant moments that matter. A divine appointment could be when you met your partner, when you or a loved one executes a task agreed upon in a shared soul contract, or when you meet a person for the first time by the universes’ guiding. They are all a matter of Divine Appointments, but it is incredibly moving to show up at that perfect time to serve.

I had an appointment with a vender, scheduled for 10:00 a.m. on a Monday morning. He called me in the 8:00 o’clock hour, his voice heavy with emotion, informing me he had to cancel. His emotion came through loud and clear; I asked if everything was alright and it was then he shared “there was a death in the immediate family.” My heart leapt out of my body at that moment. I knew I had to stand with him. Later that day he rescheduled our appointment at the job site, for two days later at 10:00 a.m.

We showed up at the appointed time. I stepped out of my vehicle and he his. His grief, bewilderment and confusion all were visible beneath his (gotta get back to work) veneer. He was struggling to hold it together as he was trying to work without having begun to process the impossible. We had shown up for our Divine Appointment.

Starting slowly and gingerly, I introduced myself and Quinton, letting him know we are here to help and that we have experience in matters such as these. He began to shift as he realized that he and his family were not alone. I underscored that dawning realization in his demeanor by letting him know there are thousands of us, parents in a group called Helping Parent’s Heal who know the pain and know the path, and all of us stand with him.

This gentleman was all ears. He briefly explained how his step-daughter transitioned and I let him know the specifics of the transition matter not, and that she still is. During our earnest conversation I pointed out that I hadn’t used the word “dead” or “died,” but instead used the word “transitioned”. He said, “I noticed that.” I let him know, that even in the beginning stages of his and his partner’s grief journey, his step-daughter still exists and moreover, he is now part of a large family that when they are ready – we can help.

Usually, when meeting somebody so early in the journey, I simply listen while trying not to go too far down the path of “Knowing There is More”, but towards the end of our appointment, I told him that his six year old step-son may be the one to get the signs from his sister first. I told him not to be surprised and to listen and encourage him, for they too will receive those signs at some point as well. I said all of this carefully, indicating it may take time to recognize those signs and that is okay.

We had been fist bumping and bumping elbows occasionally during our conversation because of Covid, but at the end of our meeting I waived him in and wrapped him in a hug. Brother you are not alone, the words and hug from above clearly told him. As we parted ways, I looked back and noticed him sitting in the passenger seat of his vehicle, weeping; weeping tears of gratitude that such a Divine Appointment was made and kept. He told all of his family about the meeting, the conversation and the glimmer of hope they provided. He told them, “Today I met an angel”.

Well, this is not about me and I am not an angel. Not many of us are, except maybe Elizabeth Boisson, co-Founder of Helping Parents Heal. My point here is, each and every one of us, from time to time will be tapped on the shoulder with an indication, “you are up; you have a Divine Appointment. Go, stand with that person and I will provide you with the words to say, and the knowledge of how best to provide comfort and support.” The Divine works in mysterious way, allowing each of us to be an instrument of healing, while we heal.

Peace and Love

Ernie and Kristine

Quinton’s parents

Sunday, 19 July 2020 17:57

And The Band Played On

I first heard that phrase in the Temptations song, “Ball of Confusion”, released in 1970. The song is a definite period piece highlighting and listing so much that our planet struggles with ending the refrain “and the Band Played On”, but I have another take on the phrase and often using another phrase from the same song, “and oh the beat goes on”.

Right or wrong, I more often than not engage with the world through my job and now I am pleased to report, I have a new one where I hope and intend to finish my commercial real estate career. This is a job that requires more of me and requires me to engage more than I have engaged in a while; it is the perfect job and moreover, feels like a homecoming of sorts. In this state of mind I describe, my light glows a bit brighter and naturally, it is even more evident that Quinton is with me. While I write it, I walk it too. All that Quinton has shown me, all that I have written about and all that I have spoken about equates into a perspective shift that gives a slightly different view of the issues we are dealing with in our country.

As I visited with a tenant in a building I manage, we discussed the pain and despair that is Covid-19. And it is a despair that many have never known, except for those of us who know otherwise. At that moment, I introduced her to Quinton. And so it goes, I share the proverbial bombshell being Quinton transitioned from physical form at nine and one-half years old; letting that set the stage for a moment only, then sharing several ways he visited and gave us wonderful signs. (Yes, after more than eleven years, I still share – because these truths need to be shared!) If this be construed as a lesson then First, there is all manner of adversity; Second, in reality, we are not to compare because, Third nearly always there is a silver lining or a lesson to be learned from facing the adversity.

Naturally, sharing Quinton’s signs and visits set the stage for her to share that after her mother transitioned, she graced her brother with all manner of signs. She shared that on one occasion while her brother was sitting on the end of his bed, he felt their transitioned Mom sit down next to him! I have heard in person and read of just that very thing happening several times! As she shared, she pointed out that her brother was so lucky because he received so many signs, leaving her feeling a bit left out that she hadn’t. And then she immediately launched into telling me that recently she was cooking dinner, using a recipe that her Mom had passed down to her. She shared that as she cooked she saw her Mom’s hands superimposed over hers. I smiled broadly and pointed out, “Well, that is an incredible sign from your Mom!” Then she smiled with an introspective expression, and agreed.

I thank Quinton for walking with me; he is always subtly there with the gift of perspective. Yes there is pain and adversity, trials and tribulations for us all. Here is the kicker, it (our time here) isn’t necessarily supposed to be easy. It is within the struggle and pain, where the lessons we agreed to learn as part of our soul contracts, are mastered. I recently re-read for the umpteenth time a line from Many Lives, Many Masters by Brian Weiss, M.D. To paraphrase and elaborate, he wrote that while learning on the other side or out of a book has value, it is coming to School House Earth to learn those lessons with all of the associated emotions (the pain, the love, the fear, the acceptance, the rage, and the grace, etc.) that creates the mastery of the lesson(s).

And the Band Plays On as we continue to grow, learn and evolve toward our higher selves. I have read time and time again from different authors, that we as spirits are lined up to incarnate here. It is here that we can experience a full spectrum of life; of joy, of love, of taste, smell sound and sight; and it is here we continue to evolve.

As odd as this seems, all is as it is supposed to be (just look at human history as we repeat it over and over). You can argue and point out the needless suffering, the divisive words and hate. Yes I say – but even in that or especially in that, we have THE opportunity to choose our path.   We can learn to Be Love and To Love; we can choose to be part of the solution or part of the problem – without judgement…

And the Beat Goes On – As the Band Plays On…

May Peace and Love envelope you on your journey of a lifetime as you face your challenges head on.

Namaste,

Sunday, 28 June 2020 19:34

All That We Are Not

The below is from a book written by Mark Nepo titled The Book of Awakening. Mark is a cancer survivor and has a perspective like so many of us who have been through hell only to emerge stronger and better in some way. His book has daily bits of wisdom that he lovingly shares with the reader. This entry on June 28th is so on point as each and every one of us is here to be chiseled upon as we grow and evolve. Our trials and tribulations are not random, although it may seem as such.

June 28th

All That We are Not

Discernment is a process of letting go of what we are not.

Father Thomas Keating

“I can easily over-identify with my emotions and roles, becoming what I feel: I am angry… I am divorced… I am depressed… I am nothing but my confusion and my sadness…

 

“No matter how we feel in any one moment, we are not just our feelings, our roles, our traumas, our prescription of values, or our obligations or ambitions. It is so easy to define ourselves or our obligations or ambitions. It is so easy to define ourselves by the moment of struggle we are wrestling with. It is a very human way, to be consumed by what moves through us.

 

“In contrast, I often think of how Michelangelo sculpted, how he saw the sculpture waiting, already complete, in the uncut stone. He would often say that his job was to carve away the excess freeing the thing of beauty just waiting to be released.

 

“It helps me to think of spiritual discernment in this way. Facing ourselves, uncovering the meaning in our hard experiences, the entire work of consciousness speaks to a process by which we sculpt away the excess, all that we are not; finding and releasing the gesture of soul that is already waiting, complete, within us. Self-actualization is the process applied to our life on Earth. The many ways we suffer, both inwardly and outwardly, are the chisels of God freeing the thing of beauty that we have carried within since birth.”

Our time here has meaning in ways we may understand and in ways that we haven’t conceived just yet. Maybe the quote from Sogyal Rinpoche, The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying shared by an acquaintance can add some perspective:

“Without any real or authentic faith in the afterlife, most people live lives deprived of any ultimate meaning.”

In imploring you as I have over the past eleven years to Know There is More, understand the More I refer to, is so much more than even I can conceive. We are certainly more that our pain and the forces that are so intent on dividing us from each other. Yet still, our pain and the turmoil in the world today do have a purpose of a sort; they provide a rocky and slippery slope for us to plant our feet, take a stand and endeavor to be part of the solution instead of part of the problem. Even more to point, it is in this stance, we not only find our moral strength, we further evolve toward “the thing of beauty we have carried within since birth.”

In Knowing There is More, appreciate it goes beyond understanding each of us is more similar to one another than not. Recognize that we are the same, part of a greater whole. We are all on the same path, just at different points along the path. What does this mean you may ask? For one, we are eternal; Quinton showed me this, as have all those who have shared with me their experiences of their transitioned loved ones connecting with them. This is what Sogyal Rinpoche’s quote above refers to. Second, all that we allow ourselves to be divided by (color, race, sexuality, political party, religion and the list goes on), none of it exists when we go home; none of it really matters. As we each grow and evolve, we see the truth and realize the drama of trying to make us fear one another is a lie.

Can we solve and conditions that have plagued human kind since inception? No, but we can take a stand as individuals working together to make progress toward that goal.

Peace and Love unto you,

Quinton’s Dad

 

Saturday, 27 June 2020 10:35

It is 5:30 in the Morning

It is 5:30 in the morning in the valley of the sun. Folks get up early in the summer to enjoy more reasonable temperatures. It is 5:30 in the morning, and many want to connect, ever so briefly, in these challenging times. The covid-19 pandemic has isolated us and maybe the chickens may finally be coming home to roost regarding the racism interwoven into the foundation of this great nation. Together, these two issues and more have divided us – but still, we want to connect.

I am one of them, craving that brief smile and hearty hello. When I do walk, I greet nearly everyone that crosses my path while giving them a wide covid-19 – 6 foot or more distance. More often than not, those I see acknowledge me first, as was the case on the first day of summer, June 20th as forest and high desert fires raged on the eastern horizon. The sun rose behind a wall of smoke, casting the dawn in a fiery red glow. A man approached, asking if I had noticed it as he walked East and I West. Yes, it was a glorious morning. Another approached with her dog. Good Morning I called out from across the street. She greeted me the same and wondered out loud why everyone wasn’t up to enjoy such a glorious morning before the desert heat descended upon the valley. I wished her well and left her with a hearty “God Bless You”! She smiled even more broadly as the blessing touched her and blessed me as well.

We are good people and we just want to connect in fellowship.

Peace,

Thursday, 26 March 2020 14:51

Here We Stand!

Well, here we are, in a unique situation. We have been through hell and now, here we stand. We stand resolute and strong. We are strong in the Knowledge that we are eternal. We know this because our children show this with their amazing visits and signs. There are no accidents and this isn’t an accident either.

Over the years I have said on numerous occasions, “Once you understand, once you get there by owning the Knowledge, you have a sacred Responsibility to help others get there too.” And now, here we are in a dire time, where our perspective is needed.

Last week, I sat in on a webinar put on by my employer, about the virus covid-19. The whole point of the virus was to help all the employees from a psychological perspective of grieving their loss of normalcy. During this webinar it struck me, the tools and processes being presented reminded me of the initial stages of getting acquainted with a new normal after Quinton transitioned. What further dawned on me was that much of our population was at a loss of what to do and even possibly, who they are without their routines and titles.

We know all about this, don’t we? This is adversity; there will be pain, discomfort and hardship. As we know, after the initial woe is me mindset, something quite magical is possible like the Phoenix rising out of the ashes. Some may call it the silver lining or in our case, the Collateral Beauty. It is already becoming evident as some begin to wake up to what needs to be done. Maybe some more are waking up to deciding to be part of the solution, as opposed to part of the problem. Can it be so simple and far reaching? After going through Hell and emerging better for it, the answer is yes.

Collectively and on some level, we signed up for this and in some way it is for our betterment. Suddenly, there is a clearer focus on what is important – our family, our friends and how we may be of service to those less fortunate than ourselves. Seeing the impact of a smile, a kind word, encouragement, acknowledgement and listening – the impact of being present with someone, even if for a moment is tangible. We are all in this together. Realization of this simple fact is part of the Silver Lining. We allow ourselves to be separated by so very many descriptors, but a situation such as covid-19 wipes away many of the labels we allow to divide us.

Transitioning away from a physical form to a non-physical form, this too wipes away the labels we allow to divide us, as it is the same for all. We are all the same. We are all human beings or maybe more to the point; we are indeed spiritual beings having a human experience. So what are we to learn from this human experience, individually? I truly believe we don’t need to consider the macro-view, because that is beyond our control, at least initially. What are we to learn as an individual? I can think of no better opportunity to focus on this.

Life is an opportunity, an opportunity we all signed up for. Let’s make the most of this, grow from it and help others cope and even grow as well by sharing what we know.

Namaste,

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

 

Friday, 27 December 2019 11:04

The Voice

I remember after reading seemingly dozens of books on signs, reincarnation, and life between lives – when I finally began reading the Gospels of the New Testament. A dear friend and angel in my life told me, with tears in his eyes to read it and to start with the Gospel of John. And so I did.

I’m not sure how far I was into my reading of the red print, when on early morning a voice woke me up around 3:00 a.m. in the morning. This voice was like the voice that told me when I was single and twenty-seven years old, “You will be a good Dad”.  For the sake of not offending anyone or giving anybody the impression that I may believe God was talking directly to me, I will just say, that voice speaking to me on both these occasions wasn’t mine.  On both occasions, that voice came from someone else.

The voice spoke very briefly in its pointed clarity, and it spoke directly about one verse that I had known of for years, even though I had not gone to church very much at all, and had never read the Gospels. The verse is Matthew 5:39 “If someone slaps you on the right cheek, offer the other cheek also.” (NLT Study Bible)   This is the one verse I had heard spoken of throughout my life and candidly, it made my blood boil. What do you mean if somebody strikes me on my cheek, I am supposed to turn the other?, I would ask in my mind. Oh no, in my imaginary conversation, you strike me and I will strike you right back.  That voice, around 3:00 in the morning, a mere two years or so after Quinton transitioned explained it in a way so I could understand.

The voice explained, more in a feeling than words, the turning of the other cheek is about being okay or at peace with yourself – and I understood. The voice shared a feeling of being so very much at peace with myself and the world at large with all its pain and suffering, so that when struck in the cheek the only natural reaction was love and response, “Brother, what is wrong?”  And I understood it!  Turning the other check had nothing to do with being taken advantage of or subjugated in some way. 

On one hand, I can say “How funny that this message came to me,” or simply “what a coincidence this message came to me,” as much of my life I have struggled to find that peace, a peace through and through. I have box checked with the best of them, in pursuit of peace and in pursuit of meaning.  I have thrashed and flailed about at the feeling of being less than and now all these years later, I am still quite capable of doing the same. And so, yet again, I remember the voice and its message.  To be so at Peace, to be so OK with myself, that I am Love always, no matter the circumstance. That is right, no matter the circumstance.  Ironically, when I see myself in the eyes of others, often this is just what I see.  This is especially true when I see myself in the gaze of my grandchildren.

Does this make sense? I ask, because our language is so limited in expressing adequately, experiences like this.  And as it goes, trying to do so is probably and as usually, more for me than you.  Most anything I say I have come to realize is just as much for me than the person I am speaking to or who may be reading something I wrote.  Naturally, how could it not, this all goes back to Quinton who showed us in no uncertain terms, all of us are eternal, and in being eternal all of us are on the same path, but at different points on that very same path.

My wish is to be at Peace and to be OK with myself more often. My wish for you is the same.

Namaste,

 

Wednesday, 30 October 2019 06:23

Quinton brought me to Unity

My son, Quinton Stone Jackson, brought me to Unity. I had been searching since I was sixteen when I first tried to read and comprehend the Old Testament.  The OT made more sense when I tried again in my mid-thirties, but still, there was a lot that I was unable to vibe with.  Not growing up with religion or a church, I began trying churches in my early thirties, even being baptized when I was about thirty years old, but there were no sky rockets and nothing much changed at all.  Change came later, but at some point I stopped searching.

When I was forty-four years old our son transitioned. Just to be clear, that is who is referred to above.  Having neither religion nor faith and not knowing what if anything happened when somebody died, I had absolutely no idea what to expect.  The shock and anger immediately began to change when our son began to visit.  His first visit came a mere thirty hours after he transitioned as I found my left hand being held while alone in a room.  It pierced my consciousness that Quinton was quite alive five days after the accident.  In that moment I realized “Quinton still is” and immediately wondered why I hadn’t known it worked that way.  Within eight weeks, I began reading everything I could get my hands on, in an effort to understand what was previously unknown to me.

In the years since, Quinton’s visits (signs) increased and in the dozens of books read, I experienced in text what Quinton had shown me. There is no death and nobody dies as each of us transition, leaving his or her physical body behind.  Most importantly, I learned this is true for everybody no matter religion or lack thereof, no matter ones color, sex or sexuality, political party or even if an individual was deemed decent or not.  This simple truth applies to everyone. 

Early in the journey of attempting to discover how this all was possible, I was gifted books about reincarnation through Brian Weiss M.D. and even read about our time spent between lives through Dr. Michael Newton. I read dozens of books, and then I read the New Testament, finally finding my way to the red print.  That first reading of the red print spoke to my soul and tied the pieces together.  Jesus’s teachings relating to the facts that we should not judge anybody, love everybody and the importance of forgiveness resonated with me and still do.

As my journey continued, I shared our experiences and what we were learning, published two books while folks I spoke with shared their experiences with me. Same experiences, mind you!  Kind of funny what you learn when you take the opportunity to actually speak with one another.  Along the way, somebody suggested I check out Unity Church…and I did!  I will never, ever forget that first visit and the synchronicities that came with it.  I wept silent tears as the Mission Statement was read, “Unity of Phoenix Spiritual Center is a loving spiritual community that welcomes all people and honors all paths to God.  We are dedicated to transforming lives by inspiring and awakening individuals to discover God’s Spirit within them.”  I realized I was home and in perfect alignment with the path Quinton Stone Jackson had set me upon.

Now I find myself on the Board of Trustees at Unity. I am one of many, each of us doing our part to strengthen the foundation of our Spiritual Center as we build toward our shared future.  We do so in Love, Gratitude and Appreciation for you and the Spiritual Center.  I can think of no greater honor as I share the gifts God gave me in ways that are useful and beneficial.  Not one of us is perfect, but there is purpose in all of our lives and we are in this together. Being together is where the magic happens.

In closing, know you are eternal and embrace your divinity. Cast out any judgement and Be The Light.

Namaste,

 

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