Ernie Jackson

Ernie Jackson

Saturday, 30 September 2017 10:22

A Good Day

Today was a good day.  Amidst the busyness and turmoil, I stayed calm.  I looked calm from the outside, but more importantly, I was calm on the inside.  And this is a gift.  No, this is more than a gift, this is a momentous, a huge step in the right direction. Every day is an opportunity to learn, grow and make progress toward our intended life lessons.  One of mine, believe it or not, is to find true peace, a deeper peace than I may have ever known.

Where does this perspective come from, you might ask?  Our son, Quinton Stone Jackson provided us with this gift – the gift of knowledge.  You see, Quinton showed us that he is an eternal being and it follows, so am I and so are we.  In realizing that I am eternal, I have no choice but to look at my life differently and look at my struggles differently.  I look at my reoccurring cycles differently.

My thinking goes something like this.  First I must acknowledged my reoccurring cycle, one being I have a physical reaction to feeling like a failure or not knowing or feeling comfortable with a task. You see, I want to know what I am doing to the point of perfection.  My dear old Dad knew this about me when I was in my early twenties; he knew I had a need to feel special.  Feeling like I don’t know what I am doing or worse, like a failure – I am a mess. My chest gets tight, my throat gets tight and my heart races.

After Quinton transitioned, I knew I was destined for something else, but I fought it.  At least three times I went back to what I knew and each time it was worse.  Each time I had to learn more and was thrust further out of my comfort zone; and I fought it every step of the way.  And the tightness in my chest and throat worsened, and my heart raced.  And then I said enough and it was time for another leap of faith.

I am eternal, so it is written and so has Quinton shown us this.  He loves us so much that he signed up to demonstrate this divine knowledge, again.  And I am still here in the physical world and so much that I do is out of my comfort zone or used to be out of my comfort zone.  With that said, I figured that I might as well change careers and if I must (sometimes kicking and screaming) continue to learn, I might as well go into business for myself.

And here the lesson takes hold. I am slowly learning to not only ask for help, but to feel okay doing so.  I am learning to listen to that quiet voice (either my intuition and or spirit) as opposed to charging blindly forward. I still wade in, thinking I can remedy any situation, but I will have to reconcile that it isn’t my responsibility to fix everything for everybody. It isn’t failure when others don’t want my version of success.  Oh boy, that is a big one.

I think I am learning to let it come to me while I am engaged with the world, whatever it is and be at peace with it.  And while there, don’t be hesitant to ask questions and seek help.  This too is big for me as I have so often thought I had to go it alone.

I am learning my lessons.  Yesterday was a good day! 

Blessings,

p.s. – Why share?  Who cares what I think and what I am going through and maybe learning.  Because, maybe some can apply this perspective to their own lives. 

Sunday, 24 September 2017 21:08

A Dream

We were about to play a big game, but half my uniform was missing.  My shoulder pads, the shirt I wore beneath my shoulder pads, my jersey, helmet and mouth guard were all missing.  Somebody had come into the locker room and taken them.  Somebody was trying to get me off my game, off my zen, trying to get me to freak out. 

And a calmness came over me (sometimes not my normal reaction).  The calmness said, not to worry as I could borrow the shirt, pads, jersey, helmet and even mouth guard.  There was absolutely nothing to worry about and I became the calmness and fell into a deep sleep.  I slept later than I had slept in many months. 

Somehow I sensed Quinton was there.

Sunday, 24 September 2017 21:02

Ask, Then Pause to Listen

Seven weeks prior the man was playing with his oldest grandson and had a basketball out.  As they finished his grandson took the ball and ran giggling to the top of a hill and tossed the ball.  Down, down, down it went past the man and into a deep ravine.  The man smiled and said, “That is a wrap on the basketball”, thinking he would go down the ravine at a later date.

The later date finally arrived.  He knew he would have quite a search on his hands and might not be successful.  Walking around to avoid the steepest part of the hill, he eventually came to a point within the path the basketball had taken.  He kept going downhill, looking for the ball.  About half-way down the hill he stopped.  As he looked around he said, “Hey Quinton, I need a little help here, could you give me a hand?”

As he continued to stand in that very same spot, he let his eyes roam, and there was the ball not twenty feet from him.  It has been stopped by a small juniper bush.  The man smiled.  He was prepared to go to the bottom of the ravine, never expecting the ball would be stopped by anything on the steep hillside.  He thought to himself, so this is how it works.

These signs and messages, while they can be over the top and impossible to ignore, sometimes they are so quiet and so, so subtle.  He asked for a hand and then stood in the silence, letting his eyes see.  And voila! 

Thank you Quinton; thank you son.  You are there in the silence and all I need do is ask and then stop to sense.

Quinton’s Dad

Thursday, 21 September 2017 08:24

Go Ahead, Ask The Question

It was a beautiful medium sized doe, about 150 pounds that stood in the front yard of the home as I walked up the driveway.  I was careful not to make any aggressive moves and averted my eyes from hers most of the time.  I passed within 20 feet and she never moved but she watched my every step.

After providing a Comparative Market Analysis the week prior, the woman had invited me over.  Once inside, I toured the spectacular home and then we sat down to discuss the specifics.   She mentioned her husband had transitioned four years prior, she explained, indicating that she was preparing to downsize and move further south to be near her grandchildren.

When she told me about her husband crossing the threshold, I couldn’t help myself and asked if he had visited or if she had received any signs.  She indicated not, but that she talks to him often, basically yelling at him for leaving her alone.  As we spoke I shared Quinton with her, the wonderful ways he made contact with us.  I do this to provide her an inkling of how the signs happen. 

I shared a story about a woman whose daughter transitioned twenty years prior under horrific circumstances; twenty years later the woman was still bitter and angry.  She and I crossed paths in 2012 and I convinced her to see a reputable medium that I knew.  She agreed.  About a month later she came in to see me.  She was very direct and didn’t seem very happy. She talked for an hour about the reading and I listened intently without asking questions.  When she finished, she asked – “What do you think?” 

Without going into details I said, “Remember about 40 minutes ago you said ‘That was odd’, about 30 minutes ago you said ‘This was strange’, and 20 minutes ago you said this, ‘That was unusual’?”  I said, “Well, I know what they were; they were validating comments. That was your daughter letting you know that she is alive and well on the Other Side by sharing information that there was no way the medium could know or make up”  Then I continued by saying, “While I know this, it is now up to you to understand and acknowledge this for yourself.”

As I continued speaking to the woman missing her husband about signs I mentioned mirror gazing and seeing figures out of the corner or our eyes.  That got her attention.  I asked if she had that experience and she said yes.  I pressed her gently, saying “and when you turn to face what you are seeing in your periphery, it is gone, right?”  She nodded yes.  Calmly I told her that was her husband and encouraged her not to turn to face him, but instead to acknowledge his presence and to talk with him. 

Our meeting ended and I left the house.  As I walked out the front door, there was the same deer, now bedded down resting.  I followed up with an e-mail thanking her for her time and saying, “As I mentioned, when I walked up to your home, I walked right past a deer.  When I walked out, not only was it still there, but it had made itself at home.  Have you noticed this deer before?  Of course there is a reason I am asking.”  She replied, “Got your gist, Ernie.  Made me smile.”

Don’t be afraid to ask The Question.  Don’t be afraid to have the conversation.  Each of us, as we process our own grief, is here to serve and help others process their grief and see the larger picture.

Blessings!

 

 

Thursday, 24 August 2017 08:23

The Pact

Enough already.  We can and must do better.  I have to believe that we are good, that humanity is by and large good; at our very core, we care.  With that said, I truly cannot understand why the few among us do such awful things to others and why the media feels duty bound to report it.  We could go down that path, find the problem and rectify it, but is not what The Pact is about. 

Recently, in my spiritual home there was a tragic accident that resulted with the transition of an amazing young man.  This is not an isolated incident.  It happens too much not only along the Front Range of Colorado, but all over our nation.  It has to stop.  Whether it is a tragic accident or a remarkable young person taking his or her life, this has to stop and stop right now. Knowing we are eternal beings, in death we shedding our bodies and continue to exist may ease the pain for the loved ones left behind, but  at same time we have it in our power individually and collectively to Stop The Madness.  We are all here for a purpose, each and every one of us.

The Pact is an agreement that was made among some fifty or so young people recently.  What they agreed to was, when they see another human being either depressed, withdrawn, being picked on or just having a weak moment, they will go to them.  They (we) will go to them as individuals and as a community to let them know they are not alone in whatever they are struggling with.  We will no longer passively sit by shooting video, snapchatting, laughing, contributing or piling on.  They will go to them and help them, stay with them, help them find the support they need.  The Madness Stops now, here and now.

All life is sacred.  Everyone is deserving of a helping hand or hug when they feel their backs are up against the wall.  It is the Golden Rule:  “Do unto others as you would have others do unto you.” It matters not whether you are Black, Yellow, Brown, Red or White; it matters not your sexuality; it matters not your religion; it matters not if you are wealthy or poor; it matters not if you have a disability of any kind.  Every life is sacred and deserving of spiritual support when they are down.  It is the Golden Rule. and it is The Pact.

I have high hopes for our youth.  By and large, generally speaking, when they look a human being, they do not judge or separate them by any “ism” or prejudice.  This is their gift to us and the world, which is why it boggles my mind why some can be so mean-spirited.  A message to you mean folks, you are in the minority. The majority will stand against you in Love, Gentleness, Appreciation and Gratitude.  Mean does not defeat Mean, only Love does.

This Pact you make is sacred.  Never again will anyone we know suffer in silence.  If you are suffering, know that you are not alone and please have the courage to reach out.  Nobody need be alone.  Reach out, we are here.  We got your back!

Quinton’s Mom & Dad.

Sunday, 20 August 2017 17:58

The Stanley Hotel

We recently celebrated Kristine’s birthday.  It was a milestone birthday and I hoped to do something unexpected and memorable.  After deciding where we would be going, I kept it a secret.  She tried to guess and asked questions.  “Were we leaving the state?  What clothes should I bring? What direction would we be traveling and how long would we be on the road?”  Two days prior to her special day, she asked, “Are we going to The Stanley Hotel?”  She was shocked when I told her, Yes!

Kristine is fond of pointing out that I had never taken her to Estes Park during the years we called Colorado home.  Now we can scratch that one off the list.  Estes Park is beautiful.  We loved the town, the people and how it sits adjacent to Rocky Mountain National Park.  We especially loved The Stanley Hotel… even after spending two nights there.

Most folks go to The Stanley because it’s famous and is supposedly haunted.  Stephen King did spend one night there in room 217 and had an “alcohol induced nightmare,” that was the genesis of his famous book The Shining, as they told us on the tours.  We took the day and the night tour knowing we’d get something different from each since the day tour is more historical and the night is spiritual.  Both tours were amazing and left us feeling a sense of awe and appreciation for not only The Stanley but the man who built it.

Freelan Oscar Stanley (1849-1940) had the Stanley Hotel built and completed in 1904. Before that his identical twin brother Francis Edgar Stanley and he developed the Stanley Steamer car, first built in 1897 and manufactured from 1901 to 1924.  Freelan was also a master craftsman with wood, even carving violins and teaching himself how to play.  Either he is a genius and or very old soul.

To see and tour The Stanley Hotel is an exercise in being not only impressed, but in admiration.  After being told he had a few short months to live and that he might as well go someplace beautiful to spend his dying days, coming to Estes Park and having a complete recovery from consumption (a wasting away of the body especially from tuberculosis of the lungs), he lovingly built the hotel after realizing his home was too small to accommodate their many visitors.  More than that, he was a gentleman that treated everyone fairly, especially the townspeople.  We were told that the environment he created on the grounds and within the hotel was so fun and loving that everyone loved being there, especially the children. 

It has been written in numerous books that we can manifest our own version of heaven on the other side, and it is also said that the veil is very thin between us here in the physical world and our friends and family in the non-physical world.  With that said, it is absolutely no wonder at all of the reports from guests at The Stanley of hearing small children playing on the 4th floor, because back in the early 1900’s, that is exactly what they did.  I believe that when they transitioned, the version of heaven they created was the 4th floor of The Stanley where they play on occasion still today.  All I felt at The Stanley was LOVE and a great appreciation for all that created this beautiful place, in a very beautiful part of the world.

During an evening tour our guide discussed how spirits have made contact with others at the hotel.  His name was Travis and as we began the tour standing in what originally was a room with six pool tables, he explained how spirit makes contact.  He shared that

  • Spirits can be quite adept at manipulating electricity to make their presence known and he shared examples of how they had done so at The Stanley
  • At times when guests have either looked in mirrors or took pictures of themselves in mirrors, sometimes spirits were visible with them.
  • Faraday cages / chambers are used to enhance ours and spirits ability to connect with each other.

As we exited the “pool hall”, Kristine and I pulled him aside and congratulated him for his accuracy and thoroughness in relating the above.  We explained how and why we could validate his comments relating to spirit as we discussed Helping Parents Heal and Quinton.  He lit up at the validation and with the knowledge that this is really how it works.  As we spoke he mentioned his wife transitioned to the other side and she had visited him as well. 

Such divine knowledge.  While it isn’t fair in any sense of the word of how we learned it, it is important to share with everyone so they may KNOW without having to go through what so many of us have gone through to LEARN.  There is no death; there is only a crossing over a threshold.

Blessings!

 

 

Sunday, 13 August 2017 01:15

Oh, That Smile Gives it Away!

The alarm went off way to early.  A 5:25 a.m. flight time is way too early as well.  Curbside check-in wasn’t even available prior to 5:00 in the morning and checking bags was pretty much ridiculous as what used to be done for us, we (the consumer), had to do for ourselves.  Meanwhile the clock was ticking.

We made it to the security check-in line (we were in Denver headed to Indianapolis), which was longer than expected given the hour.  I wasn’t freaking out or angry, as I fantasized about driving to Indy (or anywhere for that matter) to avoid the feel of being herded like cattle and completely at the mercy of the societal machine. 

There was an older couple in line ahead of us (feel the energy shift…).  Their energy was soft, sweet and gentle all at once.  This white haired couple looked at us once and then again.  And then the man spoke and asked if we were on vacation.  After telling them our plans and where we were going, Kristine and I asked the same of them.  The man that appeared to be either in his late 60’s or early 70’s shared that his father had passed (transitioned) and he and his wife were traveling to San Francisco to spread both his parents ashes in the bay. 

This couple was clearly at peace and had a calmness about them.  After sharing our condolences, both they and us had to move forward because the line was moving surprisingly quickly.  As we walked I said, “Please excuse me, but I just have to ask. Have you received any signs from your Dad?”  I went on to quickly introduce them to Quinton.  As I spoke about Q-man and signs in general, his wife began to beam.  Her smile was contagious and her eyes twinkled.  I turned from the man and to her saying, “I see that smile.  What signs have you received?”  She said something to the effect, “He is in my mind and I find myself constantly thinking about him.”

We continued talking as we tried to keep up with the security line as the speed of the line actually increased.  I shared Quinton holding my hand 30 hours after he died (transitioned), seeing him in his room (I was awake), hearing him call my name (I was awake) and the dream visitation that was so vivid and clear.  They were looking at Kristine and me as they took it all in.  By then, we were almost at the point where a TSA agent would be checking our ID.

We closed by not only encouraging them to take note of what they experience while spreading his parents and her in-laws ashes.  Take note of anything different, unusual, or may seem like a coincidence.  We further gave them our Quinton’s Messages / Quinton’s Legacy cards and further encouraged them to write us if they might be inclined to share what it is they experience while on the water. 

We closed by telling them it was a mission of ours to share this divine and special knowledge that there is not only no death, but life is eternal.  We expressed our desire that mainstream media would report and share this larger view of reality and how doing so would surely make the world a better place, but in the meantime, we are here to share.  We asked permission to share anything they might share with us.

They thanked us with their eyes and in word, as we went right and they went left.  As we fiddled to get our ID’s out of purse / wallet and prepared show them to the TSA agent, they looked over and thanked us yet again.  They were off for a somber occasion, but I sensed a joy in them.

We are part of a group of grieving parents, grieving the transition of our children, but what applies to us also applies to everyone grieving the transition of a loved one.  There is no death and life is eternal; the same is true when a parent, sibling, Aunt, Uncle, Cousin or friends leaves this physical reality. There is no death and we all continue after crossing the threshold.

Don’t be afraid to ask, “Have you received any signs?”  The subsequent conversation may make your day.

Blessings!

Quinton’s Mom and Dad

Sunday, 13 August 2017 01:06

Making a Difference

While I was in my twenties, I know I said on at least one occasion, “to make a difference in one person’s life.”  Well, maybe it was more like at least a dozen times.  Even back then I wanted to help in some way.  To make a difference in one person’s life would be an honor, a blessing and enough.  Then I met my wife and we had two beautiful children.  As time passed, together we made a difference in more and more lives as did our children.  What a gift to do so! 

And then tragedy struck, Quinton’s visits immediately demonstrated that there is no death and our lives took a different direction.  So did being of service and making a difference.  Whether we like it or not, we were chosen to be messengers of sort, to help heal and to make a difference at a whole new level. Doing so doesn’t happen in an empty room usually; it happens out in the world more often than not.

As part of my own healing, angels in my life directed me to, no that isn’t right – they insisted I start coaching high school football at my alma mater, Evergreen High School.  Well, I have written about this and discussed it in detail (read Quinton’s Messages), so I am not going to do so again.  But I will share that a young man gave me a letter.  I am going to tell you that I am reminded again – the why I walk this path.

He writes:

Coach Jackson,

I felt a need to say thank you.  You’ve been one of the greatest role models and idols I’ve ever had.  You’ve been through some really rough times and yet you keep a positive attitude.

My freshman year I was planning on quitting when you told me your story.  I doubt you know how much that had an impact on me.  Your story showed me that you just have to put your head down and push through.  I was the slowest, weakest and was my own worst critic.  You showed me that I have everything I need already and I have to do is work.  I remember not being able to throw the ball more than ten yards and I couldn’t pitch the ball whatsoever, but you saw something in me that I didn’t see within myself.

Sophomore year came with another challenge, a new freshman quarterback who could throw better and was faster.  I was nervous that he was gonna start over me until I remembered something that you had told me, “Get out of your head.”  I buckled down, lifted, conditioned and trained harder than I ever have.  It came down to it and I won the job.  I asked the coach why and he said it was because the team wanted to follow me.  At the time I didn’t think much of it until last week.  You pulled me aside and told me I was a great leader.  Then it clicked.

I don’t really like to talk about what motivates me, but over the summer I read your book.  That book is the reason I’ve been lifting so hard, working so much, and been trying so hard.  So, what I’m saying is, Thank You for being such an inspiration to me and keeping me playing football.

With Love,

I am moved to say the least.  What a validation that we collectively can make a difference.  Do you hear me?  Do you feel me?  Even though we have been through tough times (no need to compare and contrast our tough times), we can still make a difference.  I ask again, Is there no greater honor; Is there no greater blessing?

Go forth my brothers, sisters and friends!  Continue to heal yourselves by healing the world.

Blessings!

Ernie and Kristine

Sunday, 02 July 2017 18:38

Autumn Voldrich and Her Gift to Us

When Quinton Stone Jackson, our son, was here in the physical realm with us, he had a friend named Autumn Voldrich, daughter of Chris Voldrich. For those of you how have read Quinton’s Messages, you have already met Chris Voldrich and her daughter Layla.  Chris has three children, each of them truly amazing in their own way.

Autumn and Quinton always played together when our daughter Cheyanne and Layla played soccer, going back to when they were two years old. The picture below is of them when they were in first grade. 

The years passed quickly and then Quinton transitioned. Four years after Q went home and began rocking our world with his visits, Autumn had a ruptured aneurism in the left hemisphere of her brain (google her).  The odds were against her and most with her type of aneurism didn’t survive, but her doctor was adamant and would say, “You are going to be my miracle.” She is indeed a miracle. 

Four years have passed and her recovery is nothing short of astonishing. She now has her driver’s license, is starting to play music and very recently has started writing.  Her perspective is a gift; this soft spoken young lady who has been forced to come to terms with her disabilities.  The anger, rage, frustration, the wondering of “why me” is replaced with her writing this, titled Reality:

Reality – Life goes by fast. It won’t stop and wait for you.  We think we’re invincible, that everything is on our side.  Then just in the nick of time it changes, and the future with it. 

Reality changed for me. I changed as a person.  My entire life changed.  I kept on trying to search for the things I lost.  Internal struggle of everyday things that once were so easy.  I thought everything would be mended, hoping a smile would get me through a day.  Believing that time would give me back what I lost. 

I’ve come to terms with my dreams that cannot be. Knowing that some dreams will not come true.  Time has taught me to let go.  To have faith that new opportunities will come my way, I plan for new dreams and a new future.

My fate has lead me where new relationships were made, from doctors to friends to teachers to everything in between. I never dreamed of counting on others.  I had so many questions for God.  I was so mad and upset at the world!  “Why would you do this to me?”  “Did I do something wrong?”

No matter how hard I try I will never see that old me, but I’m okay with that now. Sometimes I wonder what it would look back the old me as where I am now.  I look around and know that it could be much worse.  I tried to heal wounds, but I learned to deal with them instead.  I don’t like that fate changed my life for me, but I have learned to love myself again.  I like my new normal, my new reality.  I am so thankful for this path it lead me down.  I am so grateful that I’m allowed to write this.  That I can smell the freshness of the rain hear the sound of music.  Now I can venture into a new life, go new places, and meet new people.  I can do all of this, because I know life is way too short.  Sometimes I wonder if change is meant to shape our lives.

From the pen of a seventeen year old, miraculous survivor of a ruptured aneurism; from the pen of a young lady that had to learn to walk again, speak again and come to terms with her new reality. Such courage she lives her life with!

And this perspective applies to us as well, whether we like it or not as we live in our new reality where our beautiful children are not walking hand in hand with us, even though they send us the stunning signs of their continued existence.

Walk with courage my friends. Know that we are eternal and we remain behind for a season because we have much to do.

Blessings!

Ernie and Kristine

 

Helping Parents Heal 1st Annual Conference

Know There is More

Our friends and loved ones who came to us as we emerged from lives shattered by an unimaginable tragedy, know our passion.  When our son, Quinton Stone Jackson, transitioned to another realm, we were at our lowest.  Shocked, beaten and bowed.  It is here where the healing began, in those lowest moments.  We cried, but in the silence, we realized something quite magical was unfolding.  This is where our passion was born.  Quinton’s visits that began so soon after he left, changed everything.  Quinton’s spirit showed us he was not gone, he was simply in another realm.

This knowledge was all we could talk about and then it morphed into writing and publishing two books.  We had an overriding and urgent desire to share, to shout it from the mountain tops, a gift of knowing There is More; a gift born on the wings of the ultimate tragedy.  It is our belief and growing passion that this knowledge has become ever more important in a world we find increasingly divided.  The knowledge awakened within us, parents grieving the transition of their son and his visits.

We have continued to share as the opportunities presented themselves over the years, resulting with us merging our passion with a group founded by Elizabeth Boisson and Mark Ireland, called Helping Parents Heal - www.helpingparentsheal.org.  Here is the mission of this important organization:

Helping Parents Heal is a non-profit organization dedicated to assisting bereaved parents, giving them support and resources to aid in the healing process.  We go a step beyond other groups by allowing the open discussion of spiritual experiences and evidence for the afterlife in a non-dogmatic way.  Affiliate groups welcome everyone regardless of religious (or non-religious) background.

It is here that Kristine and I share our journey with grief, awakening and forgiveness.  I (with Kristine’s loving support) am honored and blessed to not only be part of this organization, but on the Board of Directors.  Kristine and I are here to help in any way we can.

The 1st annual Helping Parents Heal Conference is scheduled for April 13 – 15, 2018 at the Embassy Suites Phoenix / Scottsdale location per the link below.  This conference is a must attend event whether you are bereaved parents and if you want a glimpse of a larger view of our reality.  The conference will be uplifting and inspiring and will embody the Helping Parents Heal mission statement. http://conta.cc/2m8RvG8

Along with the fellowship of being in one place at one time, in support of one another, we will have numerous speakers and presenters including, George Anderson, Suzanne Giesemann, Susanne Wilson, Gary Schwartz, Bill Guggenheim, Dr. Mark Pitstick, Mark Ireland, Roberta Grimes, Elizabeth Boisson, Mark Ireland, and even me.  Within the link above you will find the bio’s of everyone and then some.

Come join us! Have your eyes opened wide and hearts filled with Love.  Register now to take advantage of the early bird discount.  If you are traveling from out of state, plan your trips and book your flights now.  We look forward to spending time with all of you.

Blessings!

Ernie and Kristine

 

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