Ernie Jackson

Ernie Jackson

Sunday, 25 November 2018 20:49

A Visit From Quinton

Whenever I have a procedure and am under an anesthetic, I wonder if Quinton will visit, no matter the procedure. I had my microfracture surgery on a knee in 2010, a couple of colonoscopies and recently a full shoulder replacement.  Each time, I go to sleep looking somebody in the eyes and each time I wake with no memory of a visit.

A full shoulder replacement is a major surgery and everybody told me recovery would basically be awful. Surgery lasted a little more than an hour after starting at 9:00 a.m. on Friday, November 2nd. I was in recovery a little after 10:00.  Kristine said she had just settled down in the waiting room when she was called back.  The recovery room was no big deal; I discovered that a nerve block is a really good thing as my whole left arm was numb, especially my fingers.  As the day progressed, and as I progressed, the IV was removed from my right wrist, I got up and went to the bathroom and did a lap down the hall to step up some practice stairs.  By the end of the day, I was deemed ready to go home.

The hospital, doctor and doctor’s team had communicated very well. Because of their forceful comments, I understood that I had to start my paid meds prior to the nerve block wearing off.  They provided some pretty graphic tales of men (only men), who felt so good that they waited too late to start the pain meds.  I have learned that the rules and directions actually do apply to me, so I obeyed.  We made it home and I started my pain management.  Pain management and ice where my friends for a couple of days.  My close relationship with ice ended up lasting much longer than two days.

Saturday morning, something wondrous happened. I sensed a presence on my left and recognized it was our son, Quinton. This time I spoke with him through my thoughts.  I told him that I recognize him dropping in from time to time through our grandson, Salvador Quinton.  And our son Quinton acknowledged it to be true.  This question I had for him as based upon a conversation Kristine and I had just a week prior and we both agreed that he does drop in but still, it was good for him to acknowledge it.

Since I was in a bit of a dialogue with my son and I didn’t want to waste the opportunity, I asked him about Heaven. I asked him what it was like.  I sent him images of our mountain paradise where he was raised, the Arizona home where we currently live and an image of Rocky Point to signify the beach, and asked him which he preferred. He explained that Heaven can be whatever we want it to be and indicated that he preferred his Heaven to be in the pine trees.  At that point, I questioned myself and began to wonder if I was imagining all of this.  In that moment I remembered that our connections to our loved ones can feel just like that, so subtle and gentle that it feels like our imagination at times, so I went with it.

The connection was weakening as I asked a combination question, asking what is next and am I done yet?  My best impression of the answer is, I am not done yet.  While I have always wanted to change the world by getting more to wake up, that isn’t my path or purpose.  When I look at my daughter and grandchildren, this is my remaining purpose.  To see how my presence allows them to heal and grow, is a gift beyond measure.  While I still have the addiction of wanting to accomplish more in the world, my family needs me.    As I watch them grow, as I see how they react to the Christ spark in me, I know I have arrived.

Namaste

Wednesday, 17 October 2018 21:41

I See Your Hand in This

As the days pass into weeks, weeks into months and months into years, I watch. I learned over this past nearly fifty-four years that I don’t have to react. Rarely do I make comment or attempt to intercede in the midst of a meltdown or disagreement amongst them. The only thing I do very nearly all the time is show my love with hugs, kisses, high fives, pounds and spending quality time.  This is the proverbial second chance and I can’t help but think of you, son. 

As time passes, I see changes. They seem sudden, but they are not.  When I am home, often, all three of the grandkids want to be with me.  The boys, Salvador-Quinton and Santino-Edgar, follow-me upstairs to my office; I let them come with me.  Sometimes they endeavor to be wild men, but more often lately, they behave – more so than usual. They were with me in the office after church and breakfast this past Sunday.  We even had some meditation time, all three of us.  Cheyanne come up and didn’t hear any yelling or screaming, and came to check on us.  She was amazed.  What is this?  How strong the connection and I think of you son; a second chance.

Last night, there was more. Kristine and I were sitting in the office, going over my medical history relating to an upcoming procedure.  It was after 8:00 p.m. and was the boy’s bedtime when they came upstairs, Quinton first and Santino second.  Santino wanted help buttoning his pajama top and brushing his teeth before bed.  I gladly obliged.  Then Quinton, he wanted the same.  We did our high fives and pounds and off to bed they went without fuss. 

Not long after, the house was dark and I needed to go downstairs. Santino sensed me passing in the darkness and I heard him move.  I stopped in the blackness and gave him a hug and a kiss, and then I heard Chay-Lee who is in the same room.  She very quietly called to me.  I walked over in the dark.  When I stood over her crib I saw her standing up, so I bent over and gave her a kiss, then she lay back down without a fuss.  She just wanted a kiss goodnight, like the boys.  All too often our three grand-children create a whirlwind, so this night was different, but it is becoming the norm.

Son, maybe I am changing and growing just like your nephews and niece. The only thing that makes sense anymore is Family.

Love you,

Dad

PS – For those of you still following and if you now think “there is nobody for me to connect with”. Well, there is, but we can’t connect with them in an empty room, sitting in front of a monitor or TV. We have to get out and be with people, even if that is scary.  We were not made to sit in a room alone or try to get a human connection that we crave and desperately, via social media.

Thursday, 11 October 2018 19:58

That First Sign

The man and his family had been through hell, the absolute worst for them. An accident had occurred that defied explanation.  The man’s wife had died and come back at the scene of the tragedy.  Their daughter stepped outside the vehicle to discover her Mom, Dad and brother laying in the dirt and bleeding.  She thought they all were gone.  Quinton did transition, at the scene.

The emotional and physical pain was only beginning. They were divided based upon their injuries, going separate ways, only to finally end up where they should be, together, six hours later.  X-rays, physical exams and treatment for a wide assortment of injuries began immediately.  Calls were made and loving support came.

The man, he looked strong; looking strong for his family, but how strong can any human be when a child transitions. He had tried to sleep twelve hours after the accident but when he closed his eyes, horrible images from the accident greeted him.  The images were vivid; he immediately decided staying awake was a better option.  The day passed, holding on, making calls – beginning the business of running from the pain and making busy.

Eighteen more hours pass. Family and friends were arriving, to wrap them in their loving embrace, figuratively and literally.  The man needed sleep.  It had been awake nearly two days.  His wife was sedated, his daughter was making calls – both Dad and daughter trying to hold on, but it was time to sleep.  A total of thirty hours had passed since his son had transitioned. 

Finally, as he lay in bed, in an empty room, he felt his body begin to relax. You know the feeling, the peace before the sleep, when sometimes you feel yourself begin to fade and if there is talking nearby it sounds like an echo chamber.  There were no voices as his body relaxed and no visions from the accident scene came.  Just before sleep wrapped the man in a warm and peaceful embrace, he had the oddest sensation.  As he lay there, in a bed, in an empty room, he felt somebody take his hand – his left hand.

My hand is being held, he pondered silently.  He felt his hand being held and it was not his imagination, but not yet did he know what was possible.  In that moment he did not know who was holding his hand, yet he knew his hand was being held.  A soft and gentle grip held his hand as he faded into a deep sleep while reaching for an explanation.  The best he could do in that moment was to marvel and postulate, “Well that must be the manifestation of all the prayers that resulted with my hand being held".  This was the only time he had this sensation.

It took time for the man to realize who was holding his hand. This realization didn’t come quick and certainly not in days, but more like weeks.  Whether it was three weeks, eight weeks or even longer matters not.  The epiphany came of its own accord.  The prayers were only getting started.  If it were the prayers that caused the sensation of his hand being held, it would have happened again he surmised.  There had to be another explanation and then it came to him like a ray of light.  Quinton, their son and brother, has the softest hands and not only he, but his wife and daughter would walk hand in hand with Quinton.  Quinton knew eventually, his Dad would figure it out and realize, it was him holding his hand in that empty room, to comfort him and demonstrate that he still is.

Here begins the gift of knowledge for the man.  The gift given to him by his son, Quinton.

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.

Monday, 03 September 2018 21:16

Healing After the Transition of a Child

There is no one path to healing, we know. The grieving process is one of the most painful struggles parents, siblings, cousins, grandparents, aunts, uncles and friends will endure.  Making it worse still, all of us grieve differently.  This point might be the hardest to endure because in that place of unimaginable pain, it is nearly impossible to understand how somebody could grieve differently than us.  Trust me, this is one constant – all of us grieve differently, (so don’t judge others for doing so).  And all of us heal differently too, if we allow ourselves to heal at all.

So many paths to healing, but I believe most of them point to attaining some sort of knowledge, some sort of understanding of what happened. More to the point, where is our son, where is our daughter now? We are desperate to know and that need comes from our minds and our souls.  It is here, if we are fortunate, we both seek and find the support we need, or it finds us.  Attempting to walk the path of grieving alone is the most difficult way.  While some can, I assert we are not made to go it alone.  In finding support, we share the pain and receive truths that we might not otherwise be exposed to.

For me, it was signs from Quinton that opened my eyes. Quinton’s signs opened wide a door to a deep understanding that he lives on in another level of existence.  Trust me when I say, I just don’t know how or why I was able to recognize his signs so quickly.  Granted, they were bold and powerful, but coming from a place of ignorance in these matters, I could have dismissed them as flights of fancy or imagination.  But I didn’t, somehow I knew in my soul what his signs meant.  Quinton granted me the most powerful gift, the Gift of Knowledge that he is alive and well.  I do all in my power to give you this very same gift.  Let’s talk about signs, let’s discuss them and learn how to recognize them.  This is why there are two books, Quinton’s Messages and Quinton’s Legacy.  This is why there are dozens, even hundreds of books that speak this simple truth.

After the signs, we were blessed to have contact with some truly gifted evidential mediums. Mediums like Rebecca Rosen, Suzanne Giesemann, Jaime Clark, Dave Campbell and Susanne Wilson.  The list goes on and on.  These mediums can communicate directly with our loved ones on the other side.  Such a gift they have, referred to as “gifts of spirit” in the New Testament.  Richard Ireland, in his book published by his son Mark titled, Your Psychic Potential describes “mediumship is a sacred office, the one original priesthood of God.”  This gift they have has to be interpreted via the physical bodies they have, which makes their gift and dedication to making the connections for us so sacred.  These mediums provide us with knowledge that our loved ones exist as they share messages from them, that there is no earthly way they could know.  These esteemed mediums while sharing the connections they make, the best of them try to teach us how to connect directly ourselves with our loved ones.  This direct connect is the most powerful and wonderful experience.  These mediums do not want us to rely too much on them or to need them.  From my perspective, there is nothing more heartbreaking than to see parents new to the path of grieving the transition of a child, attend a gallery reading and walk away bitterly disappointed.  This is the risk and candidly, why I talk so much about signs we all can and DO receive directly.

This quest for understand cannot be complete without God, after all, God makes the signs, the mediums and the fact that our loved ones are alive and well on the others side possible. I sought God my entire adult life, searching in multiple churches over the years only to find the Divine at the accident scene, in the aftermath.  And what a gift that is!  Talk of God can be so divisive, but God in inclusive; only the human is divisive and we should not project this divisiveness upon God. 

I found God at the accident scene and upon finally reading the Gospels, I felt as wrapped in a warm loving blanket. I found myself drawn to scripture such as John 13:34 – “So now I am giving you a new commandment: Love each another. Just as I have loved you, you should love one another.” Luke 6:31 – “Do to others as you would like them to do to you.” Matthew 7:1-2 – “Do not judge others, and you will not be judged. For you will be treated as you treat others.  The standard you use in judging is the standard by which you will be judged.”  I can go on.  For me, finding the red print (the words of Jesus) gave word and understanding to what I was feeling and experiencing, and most importantly (for me anyway) without the dogma.  Jesus says “it is only through me”… and too many create dogma around this and forget He showed us the way – It is through Love, Peace and Understanding.  As I grappled with Quinton’s transition, I found just what I needed in the red print – and so do others.

There are these paths or tools in grieving to be utilized together or separately. Like I said, each help us to understand “There is More” and that our kids are oh so very much alive and well across the veil, as we will be too when our spiritual growth and learning is completed – in this chapter.

Namaste and Blessing.

I wish you all the best and feel free to contact me if you have questions. Dialogue is good.  We are both teacher and student, each of us. 

Tuesday, 31 July 2018 19:37

Something About the Music

 The monsoon storm blew in like a lion.  I had been watching it on weather radar; the yellow’s and reds foretold a doozy.  While sitting outside with the boys, it arrived, filling our pool with debris and it even appeared we would lose one of our larger trees.  The three of us went to the sheltered side of the house and watched the lightning show, while I hooped and hollered at each strike. 

The next day I was up early, cleaning the pool filters and then slipped in to remove as much of the remaining debris that I could.  Some of our other neighbors did lose trees and one even had their cinder block wall blown over.  There was nothing I could do.  I had a flight to catch and I was already late, but at the same time I knew the universe was watching over me.  And, the music even sounded wonderful in my soul (my private hint that I am feeling good).

Traffic was heavy at that time of the morning, but I wasn’t stressing.  If I missed my flight, I knew it was meant to be. I was overcome with a strong feeling of LOVE for everyone and everybody as I drove slowly along, so I took that feeling and projected all around the planet.  I made it and was the next to last on, a flight with 23 empty seats.  Surprisingly, a seat on the aisle was available. After settling in quickly, I started reading one of my Louis L’Amour western novels that I love so much, but I couldn’t help but notice the family I was sitting with.

They were a young couple with three children.  The father sat with the boys, ages seven and five, filling the left side of the aisle while the mother sat on the right side of the aisle with their daughter aged three.  Something about all of them – they were all beautiful, with a beautiful energy emanating from them.  Before too long, I leaned across the aisle and softly told the man, “You have a wonderful family; nice job.”  The young lady must have heard me, and we started a conversation.  Ultimately she asked how many children I have. 

Naturally I told her I have two children, one here and one on the other side.  I introduced her to Quinton and our journey, as briefly as I could.  I told her of his visits and now after nine and one-half years, when I speak, I hammer home the simple fact that dead people don’t send us signs nor visit us in those amazingly beautiful and crystal clear dreams – ONLY THE LIVING DO THIS!  I went on just a moment longer, sharing that when I speak now, I let those in the audience know that being eternal applies to each of us as well, as I invite each to look at their live through a different lens – that lens being, given that we are eternal, what are we to learn from this.

This family were all kindred spirits.  There was something wonderful about them as I watched the father, so patient and loving with their boys and the mother so patient and loving with their daughter.  I kept looking left and right, barely suppressing my smile as my eyes watered with gratitude.  The mother brought up the topic of adversity and how it is a teacher.  This is a favorite topic of mine as well. 

We landed without incident.  Once to the gate, the passengers began to disembark but I needed to tell them once more what they meant to me.  I tapped the gentleman on the shoulder and softly said, “God Bless you and your family.  Being here with you has made my day and lifted my spirits.”  The words were for him; they were intimate and filled with love.  As I looked back to my right, I saw the mother had heard every word and was gazing at her husband through teary eyes, with love. 

At this point, it is plainly obvious that my being late was coordinated so I could sit amidst these five angels.  Leaving the airport, I walked on a thin level of air and noticed some looking at me and smiling.  Meeting and connecting others has that effect on us, does it not?  During the day was more of the same.  A client came to my office and picked up both Quinton’s Messages and Quinton’s Legacy that I had brought to share with a tenant.  She looked lovingly at Quinton. 

The day wound down quickly.  I had a 4:00 appointment and had twenty five minutes to get there, but I had to deliver the books to the intended recipient.  And I did, with a hug.  I made my appointment and the next thing I know I handed out a Quinton’s Messages card and had a conversation about adversity being a teacher.  I didn’t bring it up, she did.  As I drove to the hotel, I heard, “you are listening to 95.5 The Q.”  Indeed, I was.

As I consciously seek peace as I go small with the social media, these amazing things are beginning to happen again.  The phone is ringing with fellow travelers seeking…  I most certainly know very little about the why or even the how, but I sit here in gratitude and in deepening sense of peace.

And I wish the same for you.

Namaste

Monday, 09 July 2018 22:08

The Good Stuff

Suzanne Giesemann invited me to be on her radio show, Messages of Hope, which airs on Unity Radio. I hold Suzanne in the highest regard.  Her twenty year career as a Navy officer and then becoming a renowned medium, author, key note speaker with unsurpassed integrity all contribute to my respect for her.  Beyond that, she and her husband Ty are simply put, good people.  To even be asked on her show was humbling and as Kristine says to me, “You live for this!”  Yes, other than my family, nothing lights my fire more than sharing the Good Stuff either one on one, with a group or on a radio show.

The date of the show was May 10th and I was a month in to the new job.  I ended up going into an open office while at work, but conditions weren’t ideal. I was tired, at the office and didn’t give myself adequate time to quiet my mind.  Over the years I have actually tried to soften my tone and mute my excitement for this divine knowledge, but there, on the edge of distraction and exhaustion, all I could do was be true and burn bright.  I actually felt kind of bad afterwards.  It seemed like I talked too much and didn’t allow for a dialogue, but I let it go and received a beautiful message from Rhonda Andrews:

Hi Ernie,

I just wanted to thank you and Quinton for the amazing message shared on Suzanne’s radio show. I have gotten in the habit of walking my dog each night and plugging in some interview or YouTube video to help me in this journey (March 27, 2017 marks the day my wonderful 17 year old son took his life).  Your interview with Suzanne really had an impact on me....and Quinton’s message is so simple and straight forward!   Anyway, most days are pretty good lately, but this interview has become a “go to” for the tougher days when I need those constant reminders and affirmations.  I also look forward to reading your books.  I’ve read a lot this past year, but still feel there is so much more out there to absorb.  Thanks again to Quinton for getting the message to you Ernie, and thanks to you for getting it to the rest of us.  It’s been truly life changing for me!

Sincerely,

Rhonda Andrews

Shining Light Parent of Reece Andrews

Rhonda’s message meant a lot to me. During our subsequent correspondence, Rhonda introduced us to her son, Reece.  All I can say is – Wow!  What a power house he IS.  I have no doubt he is an old soul as his own messages have impacted those close to him.  See below:

Hi Ernie,

I just finished reading yours and Quinton’s book and it has left me feeling so uplifted and full of hope. Thank you for sharing Quinton and telling his story.  Parts of your story sounded like my family.....the cat pee incident ?!   Anyway, I’m 15 months into this journey, and I know my son is happy and around, but I still need that constant reassurance, and this book has really helped. Thank you for writing it and thanks to Quinton for making sure his message gets out there!   I too have found so many people who have shared somewhat similar experiences when a loved one crosses over.  It’s just wasn’t a topic of conversation before my son passed.

Thank you for asking about Reece. My son took his life March 27, 2017 at the age of 17.   He had gone to a nearby park, and it wasn’t until about a month later that the police notified us of a notebook he left behind.  He had his school backpack and a small sling backpack that we weren’t aware of at the time.  This backpack contained a spiral journal with 68 handwritten letters to each of his family members and friends.  The letters were beautiful....very personal and each extremely detailed.  He would mention a particular conversation he had with that friend, or something they had done together.  Each letter ended with encouragement for that friend regarding their future.  Several letters ended with the phrase “it was such a pleasure having you as a friend”.  That’s how I knew he is an old soul.  I spent nearly all of last summer contacting his friends and inviting them over and giving them each their letter.  We had a scholarship fund and I ended up giving it to several friends he had written to.  It was easy to judge by the content of the letters who really stood out as amazing young people.

Thank you again Ernie for such an uplifting, comforting story with a happy ending.   I will continue to spread Quinton’s words

This is shared with Rhonda’s permission and is shared to emphasize that we are all in this together, helping and sharing with one another. As we connect as human beings, whether it be in celebration, just in passing, or working through our challenges – We find and celebrate the Good Stuff (this Divine knowledge) as we demonstrate our humanity.

Reece and Rhonda – it is good to know you both. Son, thank you again for bringing such beautiful souls into our lives.  Kristine and I really do appreciate it.

Ernie and Kristine

PS - Below is the link for the radio show.  Enjoy

Messages of Hope: Unity Radio - Guest Ernie and Quinton

 

Tuesday, 19 June 2018 07:33

Taking the Good with the Bad

I just learned that “trials and tribulations” refers to only our struggles. What about all the things we are grateful for and our struggles – in the same sentence?  Life is not just about the “bad” and not just about the “good”; it is both. We have times of celebration and times of sorrow, sometimes within minutes of each other.  Our lives here are both and even more.  Maybe the phrase should be “trials and tributes”; the definition of tribute is: an act, statement or gift that is intended to show gratitude, respect and admiration.

I recently met a gentleman, the Frenchman, who quizzed me whenever I said “good” or “bad” in reference to the experiences we live and even historical events. He was a little annoying at first, but he was making a point, that being, why do we have to categorize our experience?  It just is… moment to moment.  This is our life and within this life we learn, we share, we celebrate and we cry, etc.  Maybe there is no good or bad, but only the journey of growth and spiritual evolution.

What does it take to get us to this place of understanding? There are numerous paths and this too is extraordinary!  There is no one path!  For some, they find it through their faith and what a strong faith they have.  Personally, I honor that faith as it provides them with peace and sanctity.  For others they find it through knowledge of a more spiritual nature and for others still, they blend religion and spirituality, after all, religion and spirituality are intertwined.  If they aren’t, they should be.  And sometimes it is our children on the other side that open our eyes wide - Thanks Quinton!

I remember looking for meaning and a connection to God as a young man. My travels along this path didn’t result with me finding what I was looking for.  I tried various churches, and ended up being baptized in a mega church in Phoenix when I was twenty-nine or thirty.  We attended services on a regular basis and I even played basketball with other young men on the church grounds with a youth minister.  On my last day there a convoy of six SUV Mercedes pulled into the lot together.  I immediately knew they belonged to the church elders and my blood turned hot in my veins.  The youth minister looked at me asked what was wrong; I pointed and said something like, “is this what they want my money for?”  His response was, “What is that got to do with you?”  I was done, just like that.

After Quinton transitioned, magically one night at probably 3:00 a.m., it came to me. Suddenly I understood what he meant.  He was trying to say, “What has this to do with your relationship to God?”  In that morning of yet another epiphany I realized the answer is, not a damn thing.  Each of us had a direct connect to God and God is bigger than any human drama – period.

The path we take to peace and sanctity really doesn’t matter. Whether we acknowledge, accept or even believe in a creator doesn’t matter either – the creator is there and in our lifetimes, we inextricably are drawn closer.  And it really doesn’t matter what name we use to refer to creator, because the human condition puts us at odds with one another because we can’t even agree on a name.  Still, the journey is there for each of us.  And still, there is sorrow and celebration; pain and joy along the way.  And it isn’t pointless.

As I fade away, proverbially riding my mustang into the setting sun, my peace increases and in this peace I am learning to be still. In the moments of joy, appreciation, beauty - I am consumed with gratitude.  In the moments of disappointment, feeling let down, annoyance I am learning to let it pass like a wave.  This too shall pass. Where does it lead – I no longer know, but at times my peace expands.  In other times, I feel as if a child throwing a temper tantrum – if only in my mind.  Damn, still not there. 

We are all related and we are all family. The sooner we can embrace this, the better it will be for all of us.

Namaste,

Saturday, 09 June 2018 19:53

The Gift of Knowledge

The gift is a gift of knowledge and it has nothing to do with material wealth, safety, food or shelter.  The knowledge I refer to is divine and has been around since the beginning of time, but has been forgotten, misplaced in some way.  I certainly didn’t know, either, but it was my son who showed me in graphic and undeniable terms.  Our son, Quinton Stone Jackson, gave me this gift of knowledge and I in turn give it to you.

We are living in such an incredible time.  So much apparent turmoil in this shrinking world, so much pain, angst and doubt. What is interesting, when you look at our human history, the turmoil we face is currently a light turmoil when compared to the tragedies we have bestowed on one another throughout time.  What we face now is a conjured turmoil that serves others.  But we are told, rightly so, not to judge and not to compare.  Whether heavy turmoil or turmoil of a lighter version, the effects are all the same.  Too many lose hope and lose faith.  The chemicals we ingest and “news” we expose ourselves to only exacerbates the despair.

Sitting here, near a beach, listening to the waves on what is Quinton’s ninth angelversary, I am reflective.  In words the material world uses, I am supposed to say Quinton died nine years ago, but I don’t – I refuse – because of the gift of knowledge.  Instead I say, our son transitioned nine years ago and then began to visit in the most wondrous ways.  In contemplating his visits, sharing with others only to have them share with me how their loved ones have visited them, and then discover through research that this perfectly normal - the gift was received and internalized.  It is so incredible – There is no death; we are eternal!  This truth is especially poignant when your son or daughter shows you this; this truth is especially poignant no matter who of your loved ones show you they are eternal by visiting you in your dreams, and or sending your signs. 

But what does this mean in these times of turmoil?  What does this mean as our suicide rates are increasing in the United States and as cultural icons Kate Spade and Anthony Bourdain have too, decided to go home early?  Being eternal beings not only applies to them, but to us as well.  They are alive and well on the other side, surrounded by family and friends, welcoming them home and wrapping them in loving arms.  At some point they may think, “What was I thinking? I was supposed to work through my adversity, my angst – If only I knew; if only I had remembered.”  But it is okay – no judgement, right…. And besides, they probably will come back and try it again, in another version of themselves. They are okay, but we are still here and each of us have work to do.

And what work is that.  First, know that you are eternal.  Know that each of us, each of you has a purpose that is divine and sacred to you.  Those purposes vary in so many ways and I can’t even begin to list them all, but here are just a few: 1. Learn to love ourselves unconditionally; 2. Learn to love others unconditionally; 3. Learn not to judge others or ourselves; 4. Learn to be kind; 5. Overcome our addictions to food, sex, drugs and any form of stimulation we utilize to not face the lessons we chose to learn in this lifetime; 6. Learn to rise above despair and destructive rage; 7. Learn to realize our own magnificence – each and every one.  And the beat goes on, and the list goes on.  Hmmm – maybe you and I should write a book about and delve into all the lessons each of us signed up for, before we were born.  Yes, signed up for, before we were born….  Because we are eternal – this is not only possible, but how it works.  I have read it is far too many places and talked to far too many people who speak this knowledge, not to know it is truth.

This gift of knowledge is divine and must be shared with all.  Don’t end the journey prematurely.  All too often it is through the adversity, pain and angst that we grow, learn, evolve and move a step forward toward our higher selves.  What a splendid time to work through that darkness.  Part of the process I am convinced, is not to try and do it alone.  We were not made to go through it alone and it is only our society today isolates us so, within this web of social media “connectedness”.  Here we stand within this dichotomy with this knowledge and opportunity.  Reach out…

It is said “It is darkest before the dawn”.  I think I understand what this means, and it has nothing to do with the sun coming up.

With Love,

Quinton’s Dad

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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