Ernie Jackson

Ernie Jackson

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

                                                                                                                                           

Tuesday, 20 February 2018 12:51

Sharing and Fellowship

On this difficult journey we find ourselves on, it is important to share our experiences and emotions.  In doing so we create fellowship that may help us begin to or continue to heal.  While there is no, “getting back to normal”, we can create a new normal that may actually include joy.

After Quinton transitioned and began sending signs that even I could recognize, literally, nobody could keep me from sharing those signs.  One of the most amazing results of my sharing was people would share their experiences with signs from their loved ones; this is the fellowship that I refer to.  An excellent example of this was as I shared with an office manager in a building I used to manage. She broke down and shared how her Mom came to her after she transitioned.  She had tried to tell her Dad those many years ago, but he had shut her down by telling her it wasn’t possible her Mom came to her and held her hand.  As I stood there before her, she thanked me for proving to her that she was not “crazy” and that she experienced really happened, because her experiences were very similar to mine.  This scene played out time and time again over the years since our son crossed the threshold. 

I did share something recently of Facebook and was amazed at the reaction.  What I shared related to my oldest grandson and I shared it because I have read numerous times that children see spirits.  As James Van Praagh said in an interview with Amelia Leigh on June 3, 2017, “Most children are very psychic. They just came from the other side and their mindset is of that dimension.”  Mr. Van Praagh shares this simple fact in most of his books.  Now that I have this knowledge that children see spirit more readily than we do, with grandchildren in the house, I have been looking for evidence.

I wrote on February 10th, 2018, “Would it surprise you to know that my grandson saw my son yesterday?  I am not.  At the tender age of four, children’s perception is better than most adults.  They have no dis-belief to combat, they just tell it like it is.  He saw Quinton by the front door, just looking at him.  I have read about this time and time again, been waiting for it to happen.  Good Morning!  Know There is More.”  I shared because this is amazing, beautiful and divine.  I shared out of a belief that in knowing, I have an obligation to share.  The responses speak to my point; in sharing, we invite others to share with us; and this fellowship between us is epitomizes Love and the Divine.  Here are just a few of the responses:

  • “Not at all.My 7 month old grandson laughs and follows something in the room.My daughter swears it is her brother.Then I had a reading with a medium and she said ‘Sean is hanging out with his nephew when he is in his crib.He has 1 dimple on the right side of his cheek.’He does!’
  • “I love this!My Mom comes to me in my dreams…”
  • “My grandson used to see my son!I LOVE this post!!!”
  • “My granddaughter Meeka sees her Uncle Devin DJ; she is my lifeline to him.”
  • “When the extraordinary becomes reality, we are changed forever.I love this for all of you, Ernie!”
  • “When my mother died, we brought some things from her house and put them in our dining room.I would see shadows of her in that room, but my grandchild, who was 7 months old at the time, sat in his bouncy chair and carried on conversations with her.He was looking up and baby babbling. Then he’d be quiet, listening, and then baby babble again.It went on for quite some time.I loved it.”
  • “That is sooooo beautiful!My little grandson saw Jon so many times!He is almost 5 now and I guess he is getting more integrated on ‘this side’ so his sightings have become less and less… I will miss hearing him tell his Jon-Jon stories!”
  • “My grandson saws my son on several occasions as well.The younger they are, the more accepting they are of the things that they see and feel.”

I hope you are as filled with love, gratitude and appreciation for all – as I am over this exchange.  We are connected in the most Divine ways!  All we have to do, is have the courage to share, even the pain.  Share it all, with those who understand.   www.helpingparentsheal.org

Blessings!

Tuesday, 13 February 2018 14:16

Happy

Driving, driving, driving….  Why do I enjoy it so?  Getting in the zone, appreciating this beautiful planet that Divine created for us, and sometimes it is about going deeper.  In this new birth, one of my intentions is to drill down deeper, in every aspect of my life.  And with that said, I heard a song, seemingly for the first time.  It was Happy by Pharrell Williams.

The music was already loud, but I turned it up even louder.  I have heard this song dozens of times, but this time was different. This time I heard something different and on a different level.  I know the chorus and I think most of us do:

“Because I’m happy

Clap along if you feel like a room without a roof

Because I’m happy

Clap along if you feel like happiness is the truth

Because I’m happy

Clap along if you know what happiness is to you

Because I’m happy

Clap along if you feel like that’s what you wanna do.”

It was the second and third versus that spoke to me on a deeper level.  In that deeper level resides the lessons that Quinton showed us; on that deeper level we know pain, shock and despair and from that deeper level we came to share love, knowledge and to be of service.  It is from this level I heard these words for, seemingly the first time:

“Here comes bad news, talking this and that (Yeah!)

Well, give me all you got, don’t hold it back (Yeah!)

Well, I should probably warn ya, I’ll be just fine (Yeah!)

No offense to you, don’t waste your time.

Here’s why…”

The third verse was even more impactful. As the song played I turned it up even louder in an attempt to catch this verse as it came around again, trying to hear it, trying to understand.  What I heard was profound as it speaks to the adversity we face, across lifetimes.  What I heard speaks to the trials and tribulations that are the experiences we learn from:

“(Happy)

Bring me down

Can’t nothing

Bring me down

My level’s too high

Bring me down

Can’t nothing

Bring me down

I said (let me tell you now)”

And then it repeats

This resonated with me.  I have been down more times than you might realize.  Through the trials, I have struggled and endured.  I have struggled with real adversity and adversity born from the stories made up in my mind.  And I am still here, standing, serving and still having moments of sheer joy.  And so it will continue.

Can’t nothing bring me down; not again.  My level’s too high; I won’t allow myself to go back to that dark place.

And I wish the same for you.

Tuesday, 13 February 2018 14:07

Gratitude and Connections

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

There is Only Love,

Namaste

Friday, 19 January 2018 20:22

The Traveling Man

The traveling man left Peoria long before sunrise.  By the time he made it to where Highway 160 turned north, five miles from the Four Corners Monument and six miles from where his son transitioned, it was approximately 8:00 a.m.  The sun was now up and it was a cold twenty-three degrees outside.  As the man made the turn he saw two figures standing alongside the road, almost in the exact same spot they last pulled over eight and one-half years ago to adjust the jet skis on the trailer.  The couple standing there saw the truck make the turn and wondered if it would stop and give them a ride.

They didn’t raise their thumbs until he was close.  The man was watching them and hadn’t picked up a hitchhiker for years, and had never picked up two at one time, but he stopped, backed up and then unlocked the doors.  When they opened the doors, the man asked where they were going to which the gentleman said, Towaoc.  The traveling man knew the town.  The first responders to the accident came from the station located there and a few years afterward he had spoken with them there.

The woman sat in the back seat and the man sat in the front.  His name was Eric and he was upbeat and positive; he had a good and strong energy about him.  The traveling man asked him what was going on in Towaoc and he responded that he had an orientation for a new job he had just landed.  Given the proximity to the accident site, the traveling man mentioned the memorial, the accident that claimed Quinton’s life years prior and even some of signs from his son.  And then the conversation began in earnest.

The Eric’s father had transitioned a scant one month prior.  Naturally the traveling man asked if he had received any signs yet or if his Dad had visited him in his dreams.  He indicated he hadn’t but that he could hear his Dad’s words in his head, encouraging him to get up and go to the orientation even though it was cold out.  He spoke of his Dad’s conversation with him two weeks prior to his transition, telling him that while it was his time to go, he (Eric) had to stay. 

The hitchhiker was no stranger to death; his baby sister had transitioned when she was just three month old.  It broke his Mom’s heart.  She was so sad, he explained.  She often spoke of wishing she could see her, and be with her again.  He shared that one morning  years ago, his Mom wouldn’t wake up.  She slept for so long that he and his Dad were about to call for paramedics, when suddenly she woke up.  She was happy and excited, and had something to tell them.  She had gone to heaven and saw her daughter.  She said her daughter was alive and well, and went on to describe the surroundings as “bright and misty”.

The traveling man and Eric really hit it off as they both discussed the fact that we are eternal and our lives here have purpose.  The traveling man encouraged Eric to be an example for his people, to be a bright light and not to fret if he ever stumbles.  None of us are perfect; just get up, forgive yourself and keep being a role model.  The world today desperately needs role models.

Eric told the man that he never would have thought he would meet a man like him that morning.  He shared that he had stood at Quinton’s Memorial just a few weeks prior and thought, “this is some man’s son.”  He continued by saying, “And here you are.”  The traveling man provided him with two business cards, one for Arizona and another for Colorado and told him, “Call me if you need to talk with me.”  Then he dropped them off at their destination and continued with his drive.

The world is a funny place as it quite effectively separates us by race, color, nationality, sexuality and sex; by the haves and have nots.  This is not reality.  The truth of the matter is, we are tied to one another, if we go deep enough, if we care enough; we are all one, linked to one another by an absolute Love.  All we need do is get out of our own way and begin to see through the stories that we allow to separate us.

Namaste

Wednesday, 17 January 2018 09:48

Another Dream Visit – It is about the Clarity

I remember the premonition and I remember the first dream visit.  Both vivid, crystal clear and like real life.  These descriptors are important, because there is a huge difference between a dream (typically blurry and immediately forgotten) and a visit.  A dream visit can have additional differences as it relates to emotional content as well, as Quinton’s recent visit illustrates.

It has been eight and one-half years since Quinton transitioned.  As Joe and Ann Kecter whose son Matthew transitioned during the Columbine tragedy almost a full eight months prior to Quinton’s birth told Kristine and I, as time passes often the frequency of visits decrease.  While this is not a hard and fast rule because some don’t even begin to receive signs and visits for years, even a decade or more after the transition of a loved one, it has held true for us.  It is as if, Quinton’s visits have decreased because he knows we are doing great and that we get it.

On the evening of January 2nd and there wasn’t anything special or different with the way I fell asleep.  I have been dreaming more than usual of late, but this was different.  All of a sudden I found myself standing outside an aggregate building on a bright sunny day.  It actually reminded me of the gymnasium at West Jefferson elementary in Conifer Colorado.  Very quickly I heard footsteps inside the structure; the footfalls passed a door that I found myself standing by, went silent as Quinton went airborne and then landed.  He was doing a running long jump.

I don’t know how I knew it was Quinton, but I knew.  I quickly opened the door and went inside.  Immediately Quinton and I embraced, and fell to our knees.  We just held each other; I was crying.  While Quinton never said anything and actually, I didn’t even see him – I knew it was him.  I was happy and excited to be with him.  As I cried, I said, “I will never leave you again.”  That surprised me and on some level, I still don’t really know what I meant.  On another level, I think I know exactly what it meant.

Funny thing about signs and dream visits; they are meant for the individual and while the individual understands their validity completely, others may not.  This is the reason, so many don’t share these signs or visits.  In the above dream visit and the others I had, another descriptor is the word – clarity.  These visits have a clarity like no other.

If you have had an experience like this, I invite you to reexamine it.  Because of the clarity of the experience, it isn’t forgotten as a normal dream.  Replay it in your mind, celebrate it because it is your loved one making contact.  The length of visit matters not, it can be just a flash – a vivid snap shot of your loved one looking at you with a huge smile!  (I didn’t make that up – this was how a friend of mine’s husband demonstrated to her that he was ok and fine on the other side).

Know there is more and celebrate this fact.  And research as well – there are hundreds of books written on the subject.

Blessings!

Sunday, 07 January 2018 21:57

A Chance Encounter

He is middle aged now and starting to wear down.  It didn’t help that he had caught a cold, like everybody else in the house.  He had showered, but didn’t bother shaving; he had some errands to run.  After throwing on a pair of sweats and a red shirt that said “Here and Now”, he left.  First he had to stop to buy some lottery tickets and then to the supermarket for cold remedies and other provisions for the family.

Pulling up to the Circle K, his attention was immediately drawn to two elderly women, one in a wheel chair and the other standing beside her.  Both were unkempt, he noticed as his attention never wavered.  After entering the store the man stood aside the back of the line, watching.  Suddenly he said, “May I get the door for you?”  The woman in the wheel chair indicated that they weren’t quite finished yet, but the man persisted.  “Well, let me know when you are ready.  Not only will I open the door, but I will hold it for you too,” as he smiled broadly.

The line was diminishing quickly.  As the man neared the counter, the other woman said, “You are handsome.”   The man said, “Thank You,” and smiled.  Next she said, “You are sweet too.”  The man smiled gently and replied, “Thank you; so are you.”  Now the man was at the counter.  The attendant named Matt, asked how he could help him.  The man handed over a lottery ticket for Matt to check to see if it was a winner.

As Matt checked, the standing woman said, “I like your cross.”  The man didn’t even know it had come out from behind his red shirt.  The man again thanked her and then proceeded to explain the link between the cross and his transitioned son, Quinton, who eight and one-half years had crossed over. The woman in the wheel chair expressed her condolences; the man acknowledged them and then proceed to tell them his son had very quickly began visiting from the other side, and that he had written books explaining both the cross and his son’s visits.

The man handed the standing woman a card, meanwhile apparently everybody in earshot was listening.  Matt announced that he had won $12, to which the man handed him his two lottery cards and some more cash to cover the difference.  When Matt handed him the purchased lottery tickets the man, still smiling said, “When I win, you will see me again.”  Matt smiled and said, “I hope so.”  The elderly women, one in a wheel chair and the other standing, where still there talking amongst themselves and taking the scene in.  The woman who was standing attempted to return the card, but man told her to keep it; it was for her.

As the man prepared to leave a younger woman spoke to him and immediately proceeded to share that she had been run over by a car, twice.  She had been listening when the man spoke of the accident that nearly killed his wife and caused his son to transition.  She proceeded to show him a well healed scar beginning at the bottom of her neck and traveling down, and then she pulled up her shirt and showed that the scar continued all the way down to her belly button.  The man looked at her in her eyes and told her twice, “You are so very strong.”  And then he asked, “May I hug you?”  She said yes and the man hugged her firmly, wished her well.  As he walked out the women he spoke with bid him well and he did the same.  While he walked out, a man whom he had not spoken with called him “Brother” and wished him well too.  Yet another man wished him well.

As the man climbed into the car, he looked up and saw the woman who had been run over twice by the same car waving to him enthusiastically and smiling broadly. The man also waved enthusiastically and matched her smile with his own, then he gave her a thumbs up to signify that he honored her courage and her strength along her journey.  She fumbled briefly with her oversized jacket and gave him a thumbs up too.

The man drove away and marveled at what had just happened.  His spirits were lifted and he knew that at least six people in the Circle K felt their own spirits lifted.  All of us were strangers to one another, but somehow we were all connected in that moment.  And quite possibly, each of us is changed forever.

And so it is…