Ernie Jackson

Ernie Jackson

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.

Amy in DallasAmy in Dallas 2

Monday, 30 April 2018 21:27

Thomas John’s Phone call

Thomas John is a medium who was given my first name and my cell number.  Upon receiving both, he immediatly called me.  I had not sought this out, but was receptive to this blind reading because I saw him in action once and was quite impressed.  Thomas introduced himself and soon afterward asked if I had anybody in particular I wanted to connect with.  I told him I would leave that up to him.

Thomas indicated that he was sensing a younger male energy and that this young man is close to me and connected to me.  He further said, He is still here!  From there he mentioned a Big Field, Big, Big Open Space and some sort of fence.  He hammered on this three times and I began to guess – our home in Conifer, Meyers Ranch.  Leave it to Kristine – she explained to me that Quinton had sent Thomas an image of where he passed.  It is Big, Big out there and Wide Open in Four Corners. (Quinton has never commented about the accidnet scene in the manner; this was a complete first and one of the most validating comments to date.)  Next Thomas asked if the month June had any significance.  Yes, I replied, that was the month of our son’s transition.  At this point I was getting more and more amazed at his accuracy.

Next he asked me specifically if I was a twin.  Okay you got me on that one; not biologically that I know of.  I think I have a spiritual twin, but not so sure about this. Given his accuracy, it is something I will have to figure out.  An older man came in next and Thomas asked me if I know an Edgar.  I laughed, yes, he is my Father-in-Law, (Ed transitioned 6 years and 2 days prior to Quinton) I answered. Tom said he hangs with me.  Next he asked if I knew a Nellie; yes I replied again chuckling, she is my Mother-in-Law and she lives with us.  Nellie is Edgar’s wife.  Thomas said that Quinton and Ed watch over her, and watch over the family.  Tom asked about a baby that was born after he passed and our grandson Salvador Quinton came to mind.  Tom said that your grandson sees your son, and then preceded to describe the scene as if he were there when it happened.  This moment blew me away.  What a gift this man has!

Another man came in next and rarely has he come in the past, my father.  “Your father is here”, Thomas said; “Did he meet or know your son in life?”  I replied “no” as I measured the emotions in my response.  “Well, they know each other on the other side and in fact, your son is mentoring him.”  My father relayed a message next, saying, “Thanks for breaking the cycle.”  That was new, nobody had ever brought through that comment from him to me.  This touched me deeply for a number of reasons.  First, when I speak on adversity and our individual journeys, I speak of cycles in a lifetime.  But I had never taken it to that level of a cycle within generations.  Second, Thanks Dad – I think that was the plan; for me to break the generational cycles that have been in play.  Next, onward to new lessons – clean slate, on to a new level.

Quinton had more to say and Thomas was up the task.  Quinton mentioned a cruise and movies; Kristine and I went on our first cruise in 2017 to celebrate our 25th wedding anniversary and go to the movies often as our date night.  Thomas indicated the point of noting both us Quinton wants us to know that he is with us and stays involved with us.  Next Thomas mentioned a circular chain pendant and asked if that had any meaning to me.  I chuckled as I indicated that I am looking at it right now as it is on a chain that I gave Kristine around her neck.  Thomas next mentioned that Kristine has a tattoo to honor Quinton and he was helping us at the very end.  Yes and yes!  He mentioned heart shaped leaves, helping Nellie in surgery (she flat-lined on December 12, 2015 and then came back) and visits people in their dreams – not just us.  And finished up with mentioning a scent.  I was at a loss for that, but not Kristine; she recollects well that Quinton used to love to wear my cologne and now, wait for it… I spray my cologne on our grandsons.

The list of validating comments is overwhelming!  After nearly nine years, we like to think we know how this works.  We have had so many amazing signs directly and some amazing readings as well, but this, with Thomas takes the cake.  It was literally like he was there when each incident took place.  Truly incredible and even more incredible that it was a totally blind reading.  This man does not know us!  His gift is pure and genuine!

After nearly nine years, these amazing readings and magnificent signs illustrate to us that Quinton is alive and well, and it follows that so will we when we shed these earthly bodies.  And with that knowledge we embrace each day to love, learn, enjoy as we continue our respective journeys.

With Gratitude and Love,

Thank you Mr. John, for sharing your gift with us.

Quinton’s parents

Ernie and Kristine

P.S. – and this overly long blog, still does not capture all the nuance Thomas relayed.

Kristine and I are both blessed and honored to be part of Helping Parents Heal.  We are blessed and honored to work with the co-founders (Elizabeth Boisson and Mark Ireland) of this sacred organization of Shining Light Parents. As a Shining Light Parent, all of us radiate the light from our children across the veil who are alive and well, and continue to be part of our lives.  We also radiate our own shining light, a light born in the knowledge that there is no death, because our children have shown us.

The energy of the Helping Parents Heal conference was unbelievable.  Here we all were, a group of five hundred souls with children on the other side.  One might expect the energy to be sad and depressing and one would be wrong.  The whole hotel was alive with a very high energy filled with love and enthusiasm for being there and meeting others on this journey.  All were there to share, learn and be together. I must add our children were there too, all of them; it was obvious.  In this place of knowing and positive energy, incredible synchronicities took place, even for us. 

Ours began with me in the buffet line making a mess as I tried to make a sandwich.  I laughed at myself and those near me laughed too.  I didn’t know them, yet.  I went to a table and sat down.  Kristine had made a pit stop, and joined me shortly after.  Before she did, the family that was in line with me, sat at an adjacent table.  Because of the high energy and fellowship being experienced, most if not all, would engage in conversation, as did we.  Introductions were made as Kristine joined us.  Brian and Monica Owens were there with their daughter, while their son, Lawerence Owens joined from the other side.  Their daughter’s name is, wait for it… Amanda.  If you know us and or have read Quinton’s Messages or Quinton’s Legacy, you know who “our” Amanda is.

We all sat their enjoying the fellowship as we spoke about our Lawerence and Quinton on the other side and how they have visited us.  As our time drew to an end, we were set to attend other presentations and prepare for my own, I stood and beckoned Brian to stand as well for a hug.  Monica and Kristine had stepped away.  After hugging Brian I looked to Amanda and did the same.  I wrapped her up and squeezed her tight.  As I hugged her, I was also hugging “our Amanda” with all the love and light I had.  Meanwhile, somebody else was hugging her the same time.

As we separated, I looked at her and saw she had tears in her eyes.  She asked what cologne I was wearing, but I wasn’t sure.  She asked, “Are you wearing Chrome?”  I remembered and replied, “Yes”, and she started weeping.  Amanda cried for several seconds as I looked perplexed between her and Brian; Brian looked on knowingly.  Amanda then said, “My brother wore Chrome”, so as I hugged her, she was reminded of her brother.  But it gets better.  Brian told me that I had lightly touched his shoulder the day prior as I passed them at the conference, and after he turned to his wife and said, “We have to talk to him.”  And our boys conspired to have us at adjacent tables at the same time for this amazing exchange to occur.  Such an amazing synchronicity and this is how it works!  But it wasn’t quite over.

I presented twice at the conference.  The title of said presentation was “Healing Through Forgiveness”.  I let them know and they indicated they would be there, and they were.  Afterward I visited with them and spoke to Amanda.  It was now she told me that she felt her brother was hugging her when I did!  What are the odds that fate would place us in the same place in this manner?  But we know, don’t we – this was all orchestrated from the other side.

This is such an amazing journey for all of us.  So much to learn and so much to experience.  Such an amazing conference.  A gathering of Shining Light Parents (and siblings) sharing Fellowship and the wonder of it all.  This make me think of Matthew 18:20, “when two or more gather in my name, I am there with them” as we gathered to celebrate our children.  We were there from all walks of life, from all over the world – united in Love and Love was there with us.

Blessed and Blessings!

Quinton’s Mom and Dad

PS-Brian texted me on April 21st with this message – “I came home to NM this weekend and I was cooking breakfast.  I looked at my calendar and look who is hanging in my house in New Mexico."  This keeps getting better....  What are the odds?  We do not know each other, at least not this lifetime, and we have no idea how the calendar came into their possession.  Obviously Quinton and Lawerence were working together on this and want Brian and I, and our families to not only know each other, but work together to share.  And so we shall.

 Bill Owens calender 4.21.18

 

Sunday, 01 April 2018 21:48

Connecting with Others

The annual Berkshire Hathaway sales convention was in San Antonio this year and we went, arriving in midday Saturday, specifically March 3rd.  We intentionally arrived early so we could explore a bit and most importantly, see Reverend Jimmy at the Unity Church on Sunday.  I actually thought that would be the highlight of my trip.  The universe had other plans…

It was drizzling when we arrived. That fact that it was wet, green and hilly in San Antonio pleasantly surprised me.  The topography was hilly within two hundred miles of the city.  Our first stop on this day was the San Antonio mall.  As we walked around, we attracted the attention of some very helpful people.  After speaking with them, as Kristine and I walked away, I said, “I think we just signed up for a time share presentation.”  To tell you the truth, we were both okay with that; we had time and don’t have any issue with saying “no” and as it turned out, several times!

Seeing and being with Reverend Jimmy, his wife Mary and the congregation at Unity was wonderful. We joked with him afterward about the importance we placed in seeing him.  A member of the congregation mentioned that the Final Four was scheduled a few weeks after we left and I retorted, “that isn’t important; what is important is Reverend Jimmy.”  And it was to us.  We finished with our visit, grabbed a bite, checked in at Westin where we met James Vasquez and then headed to the time share presentation. 

The program started, we were assigned to Charles Miller. We immediately hit it off and both of us enjoyed our time with him and I think him with us.  He obviously knew the process and playfully indicated not to get annoyed at what was to come.  Looking at him and chuckling I told him, “If you knew what we have encountered along the way, you would realize not much annoys us anymore.”  And we introduced him to Quinton with joy in our voices and souls.  He stopped, looking skyward and said, “This is a God moment.”  Immediately he reached for his wallet and pulled out a picture of his family and pointed out his son Christopher who transitioned in 2013 when he was 13 years old. At that moment, we realized that meeting Charles and speaking about our sons, was the only reason we were there for the presentation!  He shared and we shared rapid fire about what we have learned along the way to knowing There Is More.  He even went so far as to get his wife, Joy, on the phone.  When he spoke to her, he said, “Ernie and Kristine sound just like us!”  Their website honoring their son is www.areyouready.com and they have an organization called “Parents On Call.” It is amazing how the universe connects us.

When we checked in, Charles had come to me as I unpacked while Kristine checked us in. He was playful, more playful than you might expect; let’s just say, he has good energy.  Kristine loves leopard print – everything is leopard print.  As I unpacked, he started ribbing on me like it was mine.  And so began our friendship. We looked for him whenever we were in the lobby and pretty quickly we were speaking to each other like we were family.  At some point we properly introduced ourselves by sharing Quinton with him.  Interestingly, (Yeah, right…) he had faced a tragedy too and his sister on the other side had visited him as well. 

I read something once about a man walking up to a stranger who greeted him knowingly with a statement, “You have met the Monk.” The context was the man had known death in the form of coming back from a Near Death Experience (NDE).  For so many, getting a glimpse of the other side changes us.  This is the term that comes to mind when thinking of both Charles and James.  We have seen it, been through it and our loved ones on the other side have visited us with signs and connections.  It changes us, as you know.

I am in awe at how the universe weaves a web of connection and fellowship. I am grateful to know all of you.

Blessings,

Ernie and Kristine

 

Saturday, 10 March 2018 11:45

A Beautiful Light

Finally, reading some George Anderson, specifically, his book Lesson’s From The Light.  Reading this book, thus far anyway, reminds me a lot of James Van Praagh and Michael Newton books regarding the information provided.  I’m only to page thirty-five, but there is a line on page thirty two that stopped me in my tracks.  It reads, “The hereafter, the actual “place,” has been described to me like a perfect endless summer day.  The temperature is mild, and everything is bathed in a beautiful light.”

I have always enjoyed sunshine and warmth from the sun, but after Quinton transitioned, suddenly a different element of daylight captured and pulled at my attention.  This change happened almost immediately, but after nearly nine years, I am unable to tell you specifically when.  I can tell you it was one afternoon, the light was different in some way.  Oh boy, how am I going to explain this in a meaningful way?  I can tell you, I immediately knew it and know it when I see it and feel it; when I experience it I immediately think of Quinton.  What I feel is a deep sense of peace within this light; from day one.  Interestingly (my code word for something wonderful is happening), I never noticed this light before.

As the sun begins its descent toward the horizon, the light begins to mute in a way.  No longer harsh and bright, but more soothing with yellow, peach and orange tones.  Rarely do I notice this in the morning.  Oddly, (another one of my code words), this isn’t something I notice daily.  The light is soft and peaceful, and again, reminds me of Quinton. 

So, after reading the above in George Anderson’s book, I realize this light I am trying and failing to completely describe MUST the very same light those on the other side have described to him.  It just has to be.  There are no coincidences.  And as I ponder this and have done so since Quinton has crossed the threshold, I realize that this is yet another way that Quinton communicates that he is with me in that moment.

I wish I had something more tangible for you, but I don’t.  All I have for you is this feeling and sense that impacts me when I am bathed in this beautiful light.  And this is beautiful and peaceful in its perfection.

Namaste

                                                                                                                                           

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