Ernie Jackson

Ernie Jackson

Wednesday, 12 April 2017 18:28

Rachel Slagle Pearson

I went golfing on Wednesday, February 15, for the first time in about a year.  This information was not posted on Facebook, nor was it shared with anybody. My loving wife, Kristine Carol Jackson makes sure I have sunblock and a hat to protect my skin; for this occasion she sent me out the door with a hat I had never worn before. It was a kind of stylish hat, something I could see my father-in-law Ed Cano wearing.  Ed transitioned six years and two days prior to Quinton doing the same.

I don’t golf well, but being on the course isn’t about golfing per se; it is about being outdoors with good people.  This day was perfect, sunny and warm, not too warm and not too cool.  We golfed 9 holes starting around 3:00 p.m. Near the end of the afternoon, I stopped and looked West at the setting sun; I was filled with gratitude and love for all, and for this journey – all of it.  And that it is, end of a wonderful day, dinner with a gentleman who ended up speaking the same spiritual language I speak and this column is over.

Not so fast….  On February 19 we held our Helping Parents Heal regular monthly meeting and Rachel Slagle Pearson was the guest presenter.  She is relatively new to mediumship and we were excited to attend and lend our energy to the group.  I had never formally met Rachel and we are not connected on Facebook.  Right out of the gate she asks, “Is there a Dad here who golfed recently”?  I raised my hand and she said, “I thought it was you.”  The connection was pure and it was direct.  Quinton had come to her the night before.  Did I mention that I didn’t know Rachel and nothing had been shared on any social media about me golfing five days prior?

Rachel mentioned a hat, “wearing a silly hat” – all I could do was laugh.  The hat was something I could see my father-in-law wearing, but I wore a type of hat on Wednesday that I had never worn.  Rachel mentioned a type of hat called a “fedora” – that is the type of hat I was wearing.  As I write this column, I googled it to be sure.  How could this woman that I don’t know, know about something that happened to me five days prior, which had not been shared or discussed publicly?  Quinton really was with me!!!!
She continued rapid fire and I began to get overwhelmed because there were so many direct hits; it was as if she was there with me!  She mentioned a bird, that Quinton had sent me a bird.  I saw lots of ducks paddling in the water hazards where I knocked at least one golf ball.  I very vaguely remember a soaring bird at which I looked up, trying to see if it might be a red tailed hawk, but it was fleeting image. 

Rachel continued and mentioned gratitude.  Another very Direct Hit!!  And in those moments of the deeper emotions of Love, Appreciation, Gratitude – I know Quinton is with me.  I can perceive it, acknowledge it and celebrate his presence!  On the wings of those feelings is where we meet.

She wasn’t done – not by a long shot.  In hindsight, it is incredible how much she was crammed into ten minutes.  Thankfully, Susanne Levi recorded the ten minutes; each time I listen to it I pick up more nuances and subtleties of the reading.

Rachel asked if Quinton had a twin – “A little boy who looks just like him”.  I couldn’t even respond, but not much later I realized that she must have been talking about our son’s nephew – Salvador Quinton.  Their resemblance to each other is uncanny and not long after he was born our daughter’s husband’s family began referring to him as Quinton.  Two Quintons, uncle and nephew, who look alike; the twins reference makes perfect sense!

Rapid fire!  A reference to a mirror – Kristine mirror gazes with Quinton; A reference to Kristine holding a baby while cooking – our daughter and her sons were with us for two months over the holidays and we know at some point Kristine held Santino Edgar on her hip while she cooked; A reference to Quinton being here with us, living with us and even through us – yes, the tie that binds is strong; A reference to a baby in spirit, a girl with curly hair and a (ch) name – our daughter (Cheyanne) is pregnant with her third child, a little girl.  Cheyanne had very curly hair as a little girl and her little girl tentatively named Charlize, apparently will have curly hair too!

And still there is more! A reference to eye glasses, needing to get my eyes checked – Yes, my glasses are badly scratched and I haven’t been do the eye doctor yet, but have been saying that I going to get my eyes checked for weeks; A reference to seeing a red shirt – One of Quinton’s favorite colors (red and blue); A reference to Mom (Nellie – Kristine’s Mom) being nervous about a medical condition – Nellie was taking antibiotics for a bad ear infection at the time of the reading; A reference to Kristine writing and Quinton being with her when she does – We aren’t sure how to take this because Kristine doesn’t write much, however, when she does write a post of FB, she is very deliberate and focused.  I am thinking that in those moments, Quinton is there and this is what the reference is about.

The last one left me flummoxed until the following weekend, the weekend of Susanne Wilson’s Mediumship for Non-Mediums conference.  Rachel very pointedly referenced Quinton and me talking back and forth, like throwing a ball back and forth.  Well, um – this is something I have not been able to perceive and therefore I have been unable to acknowledge.  This is not the first time a comment has been made about me being able to communicate with Quinton.  One week later, he came to me in such a way prior to the conference that I was able to perceive it, acknowledge it and celebrate it. 


Filled with gratitude, appreciation and love!  All I need do is get out of my head, cast the doubt aside and perceive how completely wonderful all of THIS is.


Blessed and Blessings!

-Ernie and Kristine

Tuesday, 07 March 2017 19:36

Asking and Receiving

I do know how this works.  When Quinton began to visit I was awed, shocked, gratified, amazed and awakened.  And in that awakening, maybe it was the beginning of an awakening, I wondered why I didn’t know life continued; I wondered why I didn’t know our transitioned loved ones can and do make contact.  From that wondering I began to read.  I recommend you do the same, my brothers and sisters.

In that reading I learned much; I learned of soul contracts, old souls, lessons our loved ones are here to help us master, and more – lots more!  Additionally, I learned that we, we being those still here on the material side of the veil, can take certain steps to make it easier for our loved ones to make contact or maybe better put – for us to be more aware of the signs they send.

I do know how this works; at least I think I do.  It is about asking and receiving.  It is about prayer and meditation, and setting an intention.  And still, I don’t do it.  I don’t.  I guess I am afraid to fail; afraid to ask and then nothing happens, or maybe I don’t want to bother my son because I know he is helping many, along with your children.  Yes, I am ashamed and disappointed in myself, but I am human and still learning my lessons. 

The week of February 4th, Kristine and I were in Colorado.  I am a Realtor with Berkshire Hathaway in both Arizona and Colorado.  Because I am licensed in both states and quite possibly because I radiate with Quinton’s love, a husband and wife team with Berkshire referred me for a listing appointment with their parents in Colorado.  We already had the trip planned (talk about synchronicity).  The result of that part of our trip is for another time, but let’s just say – we knew our angels were with us that entire trip.

On the morning of February 7th I sat and silently meditated.  After meditating I spoke to Quinton out loud and I told him that I would like a sign, something definitive that even I would not take for granted or brush off.  You see, while I understand how it works, or so I think, I still evaluate each sign.  But I know too well, the signs we get are more a matter of how they make us feel in the moment or even later when we realize that they were a sign.  The smile, the aha moment, the fluttering of my heart, and the gratitude – all before a mind can begin to second guess.

So, that afternoon after working, Kristine and I found ourselves in our old stomping grounds, Conifer Colorado and in the King Soopers parking lot.  When we climbed into the car we noticed the most amazing thing!  We are accustomed to seeing the letter Q on license plates in Colorado and each time we think of our Q-man.  As we sat parked in the parking lot, both Kristine’s and my head began to swivel as we noticed we were surrounded by license plates beginning EDQ!  Vehicles with those license plates where all around us, front, back and on both sides.  And then as we drove out, we continued to see plates beginning EDQ.  The kicker is, neither Kristine nor I recall every seeing one license plate with an EDQ prior to this.

What is the big deal you may ask, and rightfully so.  My father in law, Kristine’s dad is Ed and he transitioned six years and two days prior to Quinton transitioning.  The EDQ was Ed and Quinton!  And that whole week I felt Ed with me, watching me with approval because (wait for it) he had been trying to get me to embrace becoming a Realtor since way back (in the 1990’s).  As we noticed all these license plates, I imagined Quinton and Ed there with us, smiling and laughing, and maybe saying stuff like (Way to go Dad/Ernie; About damned time with big smiles and more laughter).

To close, I asked even though a rarely do.  And then I received in a way I had never received before; and I felt it.  Does it always work like this?  I know there are some who say it does.  The silence helps, meaning the noise of our society and the nonsense that we are told is news gets in the way – for me anyway.
And our journey continues, but with our children in the non-physical realm, through the veil.  And sometimes we connect, sometimes we not only receive signs, but recognize them too.  Speaking for myself, first I have to ask, embrace the silence and then get my head out of the way.

I know this is not a journey we want to go on together, but here we are traveling together.  And in this place we are supposed to and will help one another to see the light.

Blessed and Blessings!

-Ernie and Kristine

 

 

Thursday, 26 January 2017 20:35

Do Not Be Frightened

Does it frighten you to know there is more?  More than this material world; more to this material world.  For so many of us, we go along with the view that this is all there is and as a result, get caught up in the drama and pursuit of material gain.  We get caught up in the competition for our own self-esteem. And we think there is nothing more.

So many are there within this view of reality, but for some of us, we get knocked upside the head and heart with a crowbar called death.  We lose a loved one, no matter how, who or when – we lose a loved one and our view of reality is shaken.  And even worse, some of us lose a child and our view of reality is all but destroyed, at the very least momentarily or worse - seemingly forever.

For those of us who have had a child die (transition), as we did – this was a crossroads.  And it is astounding how many of us are in this group.  And if you are not in this group, it is very difficult, if not impossible to understand us and our grief.  Some go away, thinking death might be contagious; some journey with us while others wonder when we will get back to “normal”.  There is no “getting back to normal”, for us it is a new normal.

But there is a flip side to this Divine and Awful Dichotomy, which is a gift of sorts.  The gift is Knowing There is More.   For so very many of us, we get signs from our deceased (transitioned) loved ones.  These signs are numerous and so direct and intense, that we who have experienced them KNOW our transitioned loved one made contact.  Some of us see and or hear our children, for some the visit is in crystal clear visions, some manipulate electricity and the list goes on and on!  It follows, if they made contact, they must still be alive. 

There are numerous books on this subject written by M.D.’s, Ph.D.’s, some who have used scientific methods to confirm and document.  These studies continue and are breaking amazing ground to make contact with our deceased loved ones more substantive, but that isn’t the point of this column.

Our son died and immediately provided us with signs.  We are not alone.  In our circles this is more the norm than exception.  The point here is this knowledge should be common across humanity!  The fact that we exist beyond the flesh is verifiable and undeniable, and has been spoken of for thousands of years.  So instead of being all caught up on the drama shoved down our throats via social media and programming, let’s begin to broaden our perspective.

Understand that because our transitioned loved ones are eternal, so are we!  Meditate on the fact that you are an eternal being – and then begin to look at your life differently.  Begin to consider your struggles, and how they may be making you stronger in some way and or teaching you something about yourself.  The lessons are numerous, lessons such as courage, love, faith, discovering our own strength – and this list goes on too.

We know that life is tough and seems to be getting tougher for so many, not only in for those of us in the United States, but all over the world.  When you are able to see beyond the material world and drama of the conflicts while embracing that all of us in this school house called Earth are eternal beings – then we begin to look at each other differently, maybe even think differently about one another. 

We invite you to read books that illustrate and explain the signs from spirit (they are numerous – including our own Quinton’s Messages and Quinton’s Legacy).  We also invite you to read Many Lives and Many Masters, Messages from the Masters by Brian Weiss, and Journey of Souls and Destiny of Souls by Michael Newton.  Reading these books will help you begin to see a larger picture of our time here, when you are ready to believe.

Many Blessings,

Ernie and Kristine Jackson

Wednesday, 04 January 2017 15:27

Finding the Collateral Beauty

After seeing the previews months ago, we were excited about the new movie, Collateral Beauty.  The previews spoke to us, about grief, about the death of a child and a grieving father.  The previews showed a grieving man writing letters to Love, Time and Death.  We became even more excited.  We expected this movie to be profound and we were not disappointed.

This movie has layers, not unlike the layers of an onion.  How deep do you want to go?  On the surface, while a man grieving the transition of his daughter for more than two years continues to struggle, his business partners acting on behalf of their own self-interests hire actors to play Love, Time and Death, to basically make the grieving man look incompetent.  If this is as deep as you can go, you will hate the movie, but the movie goes much, much deeper than this.

As a fellow grieving parent, we appreciate the movie because it shares how tough it is after a child transitions.  As somebody whose son visited us from the other side, we can understand completely that the actors hired to portray Love, Time and Death where actually ethereal!  And as a member of this esteemed group called Helping Parents Heal, we understand Collateral Beauty all too well because after Quinton “died”, he started visiting us and sending us the most beautiful signs – all of which so moved us that we are here to help as many as we can.

As the movie progresses, we discover that the partners are in various stages of their own grief, (grieving the loss of love, the loss of health, and the loss of family) and are not dealing with it.  And within this whole dance called life, in a way they are actually helping each other, as are we.  Here lies some of the magic of the movie; regardless of specifics or motives, on some level, we are helping each other.

As for the story line, I was surprised as anyone else who saw it through.  I suspected something when Love said, “Shed your skin, begin your life” early in the movie, but it was fleeting.  I resonated with the main character saying “I am trying to fix my mind”, and then the grief group leader indicating that there is no fixing your mind, you lost a child.  I for one, understand that all too well as the things I once thought important are not, no matter how hard I try to make them important.  Now different things are important.  Yes, this is a completely new normal.

The story line and plot, maybe as our lives are too, is the vehicle to learn and grow.  The dialogue from Love, Time and Death to the main character and his partners is profound. “Don’t waste the time you have” – from Time; “You think you can live without me” – Love; “Heal your relationship with your daughter and you will see me again” – Love.  There are many more examples of profound dialogue in this movie that impacts us all, speaking for myself – this depends upon how many times I choose to see the movie.  It will be many.

The tears flowed as I realized the significance of the dominos.  I gasped out loud when I realized the relationship of some of the characters.  And I smiled when the bow was applied to the movie at the very end.  I recommend this movie to anyone who knows loss and who might be open to a broader view of our time here.

It matters not how or when we get it; it just matters that we do.

Blessings!

Wednesday, 04 January 2017 15:16

Christmas with Quinton

I love being the first one up in the morning.  The peace and tranquility of it, and invariably this is when I hear the whispers of spirit.  This morning, December 14th I arose, poured my coffee and sat on the couch in the loft watching the weather channel, and then switched channels to find out who won the NBA games last night and then back to the weather channel.  Suddenly I found myself thinking of Quinton and Christmas.

There was one Christmas, one of the last Christmas’s with us in the physical realm that the Q and I surprised Kristine by putting up the tree together while she was out shopping.  There was something very special, calming, cool and peaceful about doing that with him – together.  This was very special to me and in hindsight – a gift to me.  Usually Kristine and I did the tree, so imagine her surprise and appreciation to come home and find the tree up and decorated already.

And then it all came crashing down, for you and I.  Suddenly our child transitioned, now on the other side of the veil, and us, we are left here in the material world.  And we grieved and struggled.  While we shared the gifts and blessings of knowing There is More as Quinton showed us, we didn’t put a tree or any Christmas decorations for at least three years, maybe more.  This tradition that Kristine and I usually did together, was no more.

We no longer felt like celebrating Christmas.  No decorations and no tree. While perfectly understandable, but at some point even that didn’t feel right.  One December in Arizona, I went to the local store, bought an artificial Christmas tree with the lights already installed and decorations.  Not long afterward I put the tree together, adding garland, additional lights and a star.  I am sure Quinton was with me.  Afterward I put lights on the house too.

No, it doesn’t feel the same, but it does feel better than no tree or decorations at all.  We put our presents under the tree and in the evenings we would sit nearby, watching the lights blink – and remember.  Not the same, but in progress. 

And now, there is new life.  Our grandsons are here and they are too young to really even get excited about Christmas, but the tree is up. Grandpa put it up one afternoon while they napped, and put up the exterior lights.  “Pretty” the oldest exclaims!  Wait until they meet Santa and then wake up to presents under the tree.

Quinton will undoubtedly be there too!

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

Ernie and Kristine

Tuesday, 22 November 2016 08:32

To Be Heroic

Kristine, Nellie and I just finished going to the movies.  We watched the one called ‘Sully’ on the IMAX screen and I wept through much of it.  I am sure you have heard of the real life event; despite being hit by a flock of birds just after takeoff at 2,800 feet, Captain Sully and his co-pilot were able to safely land the American Airlines flight on the Hudson Bay, with zero casualties! What a miracle and what heroic efforts by the captain, crew, passengers and first responders!  

Let me tell you, I have always felt an emotional pull when watching a hero do something heroic, whether it be real life or just in a movie.  Before Quniton’s transition I could hold my emotions at bay, but not anymore – now the tears flow and if I am alone somewhere I weep out loud.  Being a hero who is heroic to help others and not for acclaim touches my soul in a deep and mysterious way. As the movie came to an end, I not only thought of Quinton, but also of all of you – all of us whose children were called home before their parents.  It is not supposed to happen this way; this is backwards and it is the ultimate tragedy.  As I sat there during the end of this movie, the thought dawned on me; we are all heroes!  

For a parent, living after the transition of a child takes an unbelievably heroic effort.  There is no getting back to normal; this is a new normal, one where we just don’t know what to do.  First, we must grieve and this should take as long as we need.  Each day is a heroic effort, whether we openly grieve or fake normalcy so that we don’t upset those around us.  And as the world moves on, and we are left to face this awful new reality alone, living our lives takes a hero.

There is no right or wrong, no judgment from this sacred group.  We do the best we can.   Remarkably though, many of us, including those of you reading this newsletter, end up doing something even more amazing and heroic through our grief!  Somehow, some way, many of us gravitate toward being of service of others.  We help in any way we can; many of us to honor our transitioned child and some of us just because.  When you look at our actions, every day and with every person we meet, they are heroic.

So how does it feel to be a hero?  Some days we don’t feel heroic, but on others we just can’t help ourselves.  There is a person in need, a person grieving, a child looking for help in some way – and we reach out.  And it feels good.  We feel our child standing beside us in support and we can imagine that he or she is working through us to be of service. This is truly incredible.

So, my fellow heroes – go forth into another day where it will sometimes take a heroic effort just to greet the sun, then to meet the sun with a smile and finally to perhaps do something positive.  This could be something to help Mother Earth or a fellow traveler in this journey called life who is in need of emotional support, of a shift in perspective or simply of a smile.  

Blessings, fellow heroes! 

-Ernie and Kristine Jackson

 

By Honoring Our Children, We Make a Difference

Even in my former state of oblivion - the endless and often mindless pursuit of salary and title - I knew something significant.  I knew that our son, Quinton, was a special soul.  His gentleness, his sweetness, his goodness; the list goes on and on. 


I remember sitting in a conference at Marshdale Elementary with Quinton’s teacher and counselors as we discussed his struggles with reading.  They wanted to put him in an ILP program because he was behind and I told them, “that is fine and good, but if you damage his soul in any way, there will be hell to pay.”


I remember that before Quinton transitioned, he wanted to play football.  He was so interested that we went to some practices.  I watched the coaches, totally missing the good ones as I focused on those who were in it for their own egos-the strutting, arrogant coaches with their sunglasses and whistles.   I knew that if Quinton had to play for one of those coaches and if one negative word was said to damage my son’s psyche, I would damage them.  I was not going to allow this to happen, period.


And then Quinton transitioned to pure energy.  The old souls in my life, those who have known me for years, known me better than I knew myself, told me, “Ernie, you have to coach football!” How did they know, when I didn’t?


As a coach, I am less about the points scored and more about something else.  I am about the life lessons, being able to face adversity and to learn from it in some way.  When my players are struggling, either individually or collectively, I let them know that it is okay.  I share my family’s adversity, the passing of Quinton, and I introduce him to them.   I let them know that he is the reason that I now stand before them – they are now all my sons.


I coach to be able to look young people in the eyes, to see their pain and to face it. To be able to walk up to them and ask, “Are you okay?”  To reassure them that it will all work out.  And finally to experience the exchange of energy between us when they realize that at that moment they are like a son to me and that someone cares!  Someone cares deeply, all because of Quinton. 


After a tough loss this past fall, the players were distraught.  Many were crying, and others were despondent because they had given it their all.  The setting allowed me to explain my belief that there is always something to learn by going through adversity. 


A few weeks ago, my wife Kristine sat next to a woman in the stands who told her that her son was on the football team. He had just learned that his injury would prevent him from ever playing football again, and he told his Mom about the encouraging message he had received from ‘Coach Jackson.'   Hearing this later made my day.


It is good to know that we are making a difference.  And we invite each of you to know that you can also make a difference.  Yes, it sucks that your son or daughter has transitioned, and they are with us spiritually instead of physically.  However, while we are all still here in the physical world, let’s make a difference. Let’s share our wisdom, our love and our newfound perspective with someone who can benefit from it.  And by helping others, we will help ourselves.


And this is a blessing, for them as well as for us!

-Ernie and Kristine Jackson

Sunday, 09 October 2016 13:27

To Be of Service

I love to share and be of service.  With my recent promotion and transfer back to Phoenix, the little and annoying voice in the back of my head was concerned that I wouldn’t have as many opportunities to do so.  At the same time, I understood and had faith that opportunities would present themselves; I just needed to pay attention. Within a few short days of this thought; well it might have actually been within a few short hours; I found myself talking with a co-worker.  Her husband’s grandmother had just passed; she and her husband are both about twenty-eight years old, they had never been to a funeral and he was tasked with delivering a eulogy.  She shared that they were both quite nervous.


She had lots of questions such as “am I supposed to wear a black dress with a veil”, “should the services be a sad affair”, “just what kind of eulogy should my husband deliver”, and “do you have some examples”?  While I realized and shared with her that I am not an authority and that there are certainly different approaches, here is what I told her: There are no rules when it comes to a funeral.  I suggested that they go with their hearts and realize that most times it is or should be a celebration of the person’s life.  Because of this, play their favorite music, wear their favorite colors, laugh and tell stories about their lives.  Remember, our loved one will be there in spirit!  When Quinton transitioned, although Kristine was injured, she managed to spread the word that we all should wear Quinton’s favorite colors – red and blue. 


While discussing the eulogy, I again told her that her husband should speak from the heart.  The eulogy is more for his grandmother than it is for anybody else and it certainly should not be delivered from an analytical perspective. They should not worry about whether those in attendance might judge or criticize; a eulogy is meant to come from the heart.  I directed her to my first Vimeo conversation was recorded a mere six weeks after Quinton had transitioned.  Though it was long, within it I shared my eulogy for Quinton and the obituary I wrote for the newspaper.  Both times the words flowed through me, coming from another place, but each was an uplifting remembrance of our son.  This should be the case for any loved one who has passed. 


She took this in, still nervous but visibly a bit more at ease.  She was still worried about what people would think.  She later told me that at the service, her mother-in-law had a list of very sad songs that she wanted to play.  However, the minister, who had known her grandmother for 15 years, politely declined because he got it!  He knew grandma and the bright light she is – and only played music celebrating her life.


Remember, our loved ones have simply crossed through a doorway!  Yes, it is painful; damned painful, horribly painful – but they still exist.  This is where the rubber meets the road.  Our children, Moms, Dads – all of our transitioned families still exist and we still have an opportunity to interact with them in an uplifting way.

Many Blessings!

-Ernie and Kristine Jackson

Sunday, 09 October 2016 13:22

The Gift of Understanding

Although our son Quinton died, he didn’t really die; he transitioned.  Since that day, we have shared that there is more ...   But this is a hard thing to understand in this day and age.  This deep understanding existed before but it is frequently lost in the world we now live in.  About two years after Quinton transitioned back to pure energy and rocked my world with the absolutely divine knowledge that death truly doesn’t exist, a young boy in our mountain community tragically took his life.

The family and community were in shock.  This twelve-year-old, straight-A student, already a scholar and an athlete, was suddenly gone.  As the details emerged we learned he had been earning less than an A in one of his classes at school and he just didn’t know how to deal with it.  Isn’t it sad that today’s world values grades, toys, gadgets and worldly pursuits over love and spiritual growth – but that is a different conversation.

Our mountain community was still supporting us on our journey of grief and enlightenment, and before too long Kristine was in contact with the mom.  I empathized with the dad’s pain, but an opportunity to connect with him never came.  I wish it had; I know how we are as men.  We suffer in silence and run from our emotional pain.

Kristine and our daughter Cheyanne attended the service while I worked.  I felt awful about being too busy to break away from my job, but I was almost an hour away from where the service was being held and the world calls – too much to do.  So often work takes precedence over spiritual growth and true fellowship.

Kristine told me that at the service most were somber, but at the same time there was something very interesting going on.  The mom seemed elated; she positively radiated as she greeted those in attendance.  When Kristine and Cheyanne were finally able to connect with her, she sincerely apologized for being giddy at her son’s funeral and she was concerned she was completely freaking people out.

Being the enlightened soul that she is, Kristine told the mom that there was nothing to apologize for. Kristine quickly discovered the reason that the twelve-year-old boy’s mom was so uplifted.  Although he had taken his life with a gun that he had found in his home, the boy had already been visiting his mom from the Other Side!  The mom shared that he had made his presence known in a multitude of ways.  She was so excited and elated that ‘there is more’ that she simply could not contain herself.  She also realized that she could share this with Quinton’s mom!

I wish that everyone in our society could know this simple truth.  Yes, death sucks, of that there is no doubt.  The cancer, the accidents, the suffering, the accidental overdoses – all of it is awful.  Having to live without our child, our sibling, our mom or dad – it sucks, but no matter how awful the transitions may be, this simple truth remains – there is no death; there is only a doorway!

And of course we all hate it when people say this without having suffered through it. This is why I testify to this truth.  Don’t get me wrong – it isn’t easy, not in the least.  Especially when I see other intact families who are joyful and happy and know what I lost out on, or when I relive Quinton’s last moments in the physical world in my mind’s eye.  But at the same time, he blesses us with visits in the most spectacular ways.

And I am still here with the profound understanding that life is eternal.  And through this understanding I look at my life and appreciate why I am still here and what I am learning.

Many Blessings, my friends
 
-Ernie and Kristine Jackson

Sunday, 09 October 2016 13:19

The Epiphany

An epiphany is a moment that will never be forgotten and that forever changes a life.  As defined in Webster’s New World Dictionary, it is: “A moment of sudden intuitive understanding; a flash of insight”. 

When I was alone in a room at 11:30 at night, I felt my hand being held.  Although it was odd, I knew that it was happening.  And the lesson to not overlook or dismiss the unusual or unexplained had not yet pierced my consciousness.  The epiphany came later, five days after Quinton left.  When it came, what we had originally thought of as ‘the death of our son’ transformed into ‘Quinton’s transition’!

We were all in Kristine’s hospital room – and although our family was keeping our spirits high, our situation was very tough. We of course had moments of tears, silence and reflection as we struggled with our new reality.  At one point during the stay, I was utterly alone.  I was curled in a corner imagining our son who was also alone somewhere in the darkness, when suddenly a friend came into the hospital room. She recounted the events of her morning, completely taking my breath away. 

With awe and reverence, she shared that a medicine man in traditional costume had come to her in the lobby of the Marriot Courtyard.  He said that he had just finished performing a ceremony and that a boy had sent him to find her.  The boy wanted him to tell his family that he was fine!  As our friend shared this with us, it changed everything!  My energy level sky rocketed as I said to myself – “my son loves us so much that he made contact!” This was the epiphany and it changed everything forever. My next thought was: “why didn’t I know this was possible?” 

Soon after, I began buying books in an effort to understand.  About six weeks or so after our son transitioned to pure energy, I went into the used bookstore Tattered Cover on Colfax in Denver.  I walked out with approximately eight books and began my drive home.  At that point I had another odd experience. To my surprise, the colors around me suddenly became more vibrant and everything was more beautiful; my perception had changed.  The sky was bluer; the leaves on the trees were more radiant, and the faces of the people on the sidewalk positively glowed.  Everything looked different!   Imagine my surprise when this very experience was described when I began reading.

The first book of the set I purchased on that day was entitled Return to The Sacred by Jonathan H. EllerbyI really don’t know why I would have picked this one, given that I have read so many since.  But it was clear that I was guided to it. I was at a stage in my life that I listened instead of fighting this guidance. The introduction of the book included a subsection entitled Prepare for a Journey, where I read: “At times, the shift in perception may be subtle. It may be just a flash when we look at things differently – that is, when we change our perspective.  It may come by surprise in an unexpected moment of beauty or inner silence.  Suddenly a veil is lifted, and something sacred is revealed.”  And I remembered that moment outside the bookstore when the exact shift in perception happened.  I knew that I was on the right path. 

Not long after, I read another passage that said:  “death is like going into your closet and taking off your clothes, only in death you take off your body.”  This was just the beginning of my journey toward not only understanding the epiphany, but also embracing it. 

A couple of books were gifted to me: Many Lives, Many Masters by Brian Weiss and The Celestine Prophecy by James Redfield.  I read them both during the first 6 months of what I like to call ‘Quinton’s homecoming’. I have learned that it does not matter if a book is fiction or non-fiction since they both hold deep spiritual truths.  Page seven of The Celestine Prophecy discussed the significance of coincidences and what they mean; for those of us who have lost loved ones, we are very aware that we must pay attention to coincidences, the unusual, the odd, the weird and the things that have never happened before, when it comes to recognizing signs.  This same book also introduced me to the idea that we are made of energy.  Although I was new to my journey, I grasped this fact that was reinforced by my subsequent reading.  Understanding that we are energy, aka spirit or soul, allowed me to understand that Quinton didn’t die, but instead transitioned.  Everything that I have read supports this fact.

My epiphany, even in the immediacy of our son’s transition, forever pierced the veil for me!  This epiphany is where the rubber meets the road – it changed absolutely everything for me. 

For those who have experienced this moment – this sudden flash of understanding – I am so happy for you!  For those who haven’t yet, we send our loving, heartfelt prayers that you will soon be able to recognize and receive the signs and validations that your children in spirit are most definitely sending you.

Blessings!

-Ernie and Kristine Jackson