Ernie Jackson

Ernie Jackson

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

Sunday, 09 October 2016 13:12

Q is in the House

Nearly seven years have passed since the Q-man transitioned back to pure energy.  He rocked our world with his visits and so changed our perspective that we have published two books about our experiences and experiences of others.  So many visits and signs, and we are grateful for every one of them!


Early in our journey of finding our footing in what can only be termed a new normal, Joe and Ann Kechter stopped by for a visit.  Their visit came at a time when Quinton had only been gone for two and one-half months.  Joe and Ann lost their son in the Columbine tragedy and had experienced many signs from their son Mathew, so they were perfect to provide us with counsel. 


Joe and I spoke man to man, but before he left, his eyes sparkled and he asked, “Have you seen anything strange?”  The courage it takes to ask that question when somebody is in the throes of grieving is huge, but he asked the question and I leapt and said yes!  He said to enjoy it because it probably won’t last for forever; the “it” being the signs and visits.  Now, after nearly seven years have passed, we only go to group settings with a medium to lend our own energy to help those in attendance to get messages. 


With that thought in mind we attended the Helping Parents Heal April 17th meeting with Medium Shannon Horton.  After we arrived, just as the meeting was starting, we sat down and became comfortable.  The first spirit who came through was a gift from heaven.  He was a little boy who had a message for his Mom who wasn’t even there, but his Mom’s friend was there.  This six-year-old little boy shared that he escaped his body and subsequently didn’t feel any pain before he was killed.  As he spoke he shared a very, very strong message of forgiveness towards his killer and directed his Mom to forgive this individual as well.  To start a session like this was over-the-top as everyone in the audience was enraptured with what was going on and the Mom’s friend was in tears and eventually left to try and contact this sweet little boy’s mother. 


At this point, I closed my eyes and slumped toward Kristine.  The exhausting week still weighed heavily on me.  This is where the second spirit came through and Shannon asked if anyone knew Scott or anyone who had a name that began with S.  Well, I don’t know about you, but when a medium throws out a name – I fixate on the name and completely forget the “or name that begins with S”.  I listened silently, almost dozing when I heard her say that she was being drawn to the man in with glasses and in the blue shirt.  I open my eyes and look around; she was directing her comments to me and asked if I knew Scott or anybody with a name that begins with S, and then asked if my son transitioned.  After a moment I indicated that our son’s middle name is Stone and it became clear that he was making contact through Shannon.


There was a lot of information packed into Quinton’s visit and thank goodness Shannon provided a recording.  Kristine and I strongly recommend recording any sessions with a medium; I am still having a tough time processing all the information provided, and must listen to the recording multiple times for it to begin to sink in, but here is a snap shot:

  • I tend to think of Quinton as a boy; he would be a teenager now and would like me to think of him as an adult, but he indicated he will stop aging at 20.  LOL
  • Quinton has a great sense of humor and he gets that from both Kristine and I.  See above!
  • Kristine took his transition the hardest, but Quinton is with her daily.
  • There is nothing that could have been done to avoid his transition; this was part of our soul contracts.
  • Our love is helping Quinton on the other side.
  • Quinton is an old soul, and was meant to blast his healing / loving energy brightly for a short time here in the physical world.
  • Quinton validated some plans Kristine is in the early stages of developing that relate to helping others organize their lives.  This may take the form of being a consultant as she is always helping others.
  • Quinton validated that he is always messing with us by changing the times on the clocks in our house and even sometimes helping me get to my appointments when I am expected to be late.  He also will delay me to prevent me from getting into accidents.

This reading was riddled with validating comments.  Shannon does not know us and nor is much of this information in our books, for those who might be skeptically minded.  Also, Quinton made contact through his middle name – never happened before!  This was another first for us with Quinton and Shannon’s reading was probably the strongest he has come through to us via a medium.


This is where the rubber meets the road. Not only did his visit lift our spirits, but it again reinforces that truly, there is no death.  There is only a doorway, a veil and our loved ones are on the other side and available to us in times we know not.


Blessings!
-Ernie and Kristine Jackson

Sunday, 09 October 2016 13:08

Sunbeam Fingers and Sprinkles

The man sat in his loft, meditating and praying.  He spoke to his son, telling him how much he missed him, how much he would like to see him, speak with him and asking for a sign.  He wasn’t there long, but he spoke earnestly before getting up to ready himself for the day.

The Arizona morning was pleasant, not quite cold, but certainly not warm yet; summer was still a couple of months away, maybe if they were lucky, longer than that.  As the man drove toward the freeway, the sun, already risen, was blocked by trees.  As the man approached the freeway the sun became visible but is was partially blocked by a cloud.  Turning to go east, the man took a closer look.

The sunbeams were pushing through the cloud and the man thought of a hand.  He reached up, placing his fingers into the sunbeam fingers and began to cry.  He drove like that for a minute, his fingers interwoven with his son’s, then lowered his hand, moving it to his heart in a silent prayer of gratitude for the sign.  And then, from nowhere, it began to sprinkle rain – in Phoenix, where rain had not fallen in months.

The man contemplated the sprinkles.  He wondered from where they fell for the cloud near the sun was too far to make sprinkles on him.  He looked up and around, but there were only wisps of clouds nearby.  Simultaneously while trying to make sense of it, he remembered a long-ago ceremony in his hometown, nestled in the foothills of the Rocky Mountains.  The ceremony was so commemorate a bench that the community had built to remember their son; a bench that his dear friends had insisted that he participate in building.  On the second year of this celebration of their son, concrete was poured in front of the bench.  Nearing the completion of the smoothing and finishing of the concrete, it had begun to sprinkle.  One of the neighbors looked skyward with a knowing expression on his face.  That neighbor was a native of Hawaii.  And then he explained, in his culture – when it sprinkles during ceremonies and sacred events like the one we were having, it means the spirits are near. 

The man, missing his son, had earnestly asked for a sign, some communication with his son on the other side and in response, got a double barreled blast.  The man recognized it for what it was and was filled with emotion; he was filled with love and appreciation for his son on the other side who had sent him yet again another sign.

And the lesson – don’t dismiss these signs.  There are no coincidences.  If it is weird, unusual, never happened before or odd – stop, sit a moment in silence and let it in.  These are the significant moments. Even in doubt, even if you might not believe, think about your loved one on the other side. Celebrate them.

Blessings! -Ernie and Kristine Jackson

Sunday, 09 October 2016 13:02

Golfing with Quinton

I become deeply immersed in the system of things; in complete and total mindless busyness!  I learn and grow in this busy state, which of course is part of our purpose for being here.   It is sometimes hard to let go and simply enjoy myself.

Case in point, I felt bad about leaving work to attend the annual BOMA Phoenix golf tournament.  I was fielding calls and handling busy work up until I left, and was still taking calls on the way.  However, I was curious to see what I was supposed to experience at the tournament because it is rarely simply about having fun, although it was part of my agenda.  Whenever I golf, I think of Quinton and hope he will make his presence known in some way.  My expectations increase when I golf at any BOMA tournament.  

I did have fun playing golf, and I was doing a pretty good job.  I was encouraged since because of my surgically repaired shoulder and the simple fact that I don’t practice, I will never be a long ball hitter.  Making contact with the ball is good enough.  We came up to a hole where we met some new friends who had become vendor partners.  They had set up a goal post with several footballs at the hole.  Well, Quinton and I loved throwing a football, so when I picked one up and started tossing it around with the guys.  Of course, I was thinking of Q.   This experience completely lifted my spirits and allowed me to feel that Quinton was with me.  I didn’t know what hole we were on until later in the week.

Then, while I was golfing, I hit one of the best shots off the tee.  I started jumping around, laughing and giggling, saying that it was the best ever! Or so I thought.  A couple of holes later, I hit my truly best shot ever off the tee.  I was so impressed that I measured it.  It was 210 yards; something I have never done.  It was straight and low, and I had made clean contact with it, neither hitting too far under nor topping the ball.  I knew Quinton was there.   Since we were playing a scramble, my shot was chosen.  My next shot had us on the green, about 8 feet from the hole.  Being able to hit two amazing shots in a row has never happened before!  Never!  I ended up carding a par on the hole, but the quality of the shots was enough for me to know that Q was there with me.  But it gets better!

As we drove to the next hole, I wondered what hole I had been on, looking for any additional coincidences.  I was thinking this as we rolled up to the 16th hole.  Well, I'll be, I thought.  Quinton’s shenanigans had taken place on the 15th hole!  I was not at all surprised and knew that this was still another validation that my son was with me on those swings and at that hole.  

A couple of days later, I met with one of the friends with whom I was throwing the football.  I asked him on which hole they had chosen to install the goal.  I was shocked when he told me that it was the 12th hole.  You might think this is all a coincidence, but after many years of recognizing and acknowledging signs from Q, I realized that this was no accident.  Quinton was born on December 15!  12/15 and it was on those two holes that he was with me.  And while he was with me he lightened my load and allowed my spirit to soar.

Blessings!  

May you recognize the signs of your loved ones when they visit! -Ernie and Kristine Jackson

 

Sunday, 09 October 2016 12:57

The Gift

My gift comes on the heels of the worst tragedy.  My gift is appreciation and gratitude, for my family.  My gift caused me to have a paradigm shift, from being absorbed in more worldly things like my job, the money I made, the nightly news - to what is, in fact, essential.  I was aware of this before since so much of what I did was for my family’s comfort, but the gift changed it somehow.  It made it more!

I received the gift of perspective, and all of us who have lost someone who is dear have received it.  All of us who have had a child transition to the other side before we have, leaving us here, struggling to get our footing in this new normal, have been given this gift.  

As we move beyond our enormous pain, as our children visit us in our dreams and send us signs, we learn that they actually aren’t “dead.” Still, we miss them so.  But forging past that gaping hole, many of us end up with a divine appreciation – for everything. And this perspective is our gift to the world; a gift we have an opportunity to share with others.  

Our son, Quinton Stone Jackson, immediately began to visit us after transitioning in a horrible accident.  These visits changed everything, but still, there is hurt; hurt about which I need not tell you.  And now, we are blessed to be grandparents; the eldest turns three on July 17th, and the youngest turned one on March 18th.  

It is hard to express the joy they bring to Kristine and me.  Especially me, because now I know and I understand what I missed.  Of course, all grandparents feel the same way about their grandchildren, but for a grandparent who has lost a child, that magical bond seems to multiply by, well, pick a number.

I give my gift to them; the gift of being present.  Looking these treasured grandchildren deeply in their eyes as we babble, making faces and funny noises; as we cuddle and walk and swim.  Of course, not all of us have grandkids, but we still have an opportunity lovingly to share our gift of perspective, gratitude, and appreciation with those around us.  It is not an obligation to do so because sometimes we just don't feel up to it.  However, being able to share when we do feel uplifted or when the moment is right, sharing the perspective that we are grateful to be with our friends and loved ones is remarkable.

So, here I sit, after publishing two books, moving in and out of the corporate world. Here I sit, just completing the 2nd edition of 'Quinton’s Messages' and reliving along the way.  Here I sit with the realization that I am honored to be part of my daughter and son-in-law’s lives, and especially a part of my grandson’s lives.  This inclusion is more important than anything else.  It overshadows everything, and it shapes our future.

We are needed.  We have a valued perspective that today's world today yearns to understand.  We don’t have to preach it, just live it, so that others may see us and be equally inspired to have the gratitude and appreciation that we have for life.  Share the gift.

-Blessings!  May you recognize the signs of your loved ones when they visit!


-Ernie and Kristine Jackson

Friday, 07 October 2016 13:04

Quinton Visits through Jaime Clark

Quinton Visits through Jamie Clark

Sunday, August 21st started like any other Sunday.  Morning coffee and quiet time, but that was short-lived and soon the routine changed.  Usually we have homemade breakfast together (my wife Kristine, my mother-in-Law Nellie and myself), but not this morning.  Kristine and Nellie had a desire to have a sausage Griddle from McDonalds.  This was one of Quinton’s favorites (as well as their French fries) and we just don’t go to McDonalds anymore for breakfast or a burger.  

After breakfast I was in my home office trying to get a little organized and go through emails, but I realized that I was on the verge of tears.  I was weepy for some reason as I listened to George Winston’s Autumn CD from years ago.  Then I was able to Facetime with my daughter and her two sons, Salvador Quinton and Santino.  As we spoke, the the George Winston CD ended and it automatically advanced to the next CD.  This was unusual because normally the player does not advance to the next CD and more importantly, the soundtrack to the animated movie 'Spirit' came on loud and clear.  This is Quinton’s favorite movie and soundtrack.  Kristine called to me, asking if I had done that intentionally, because today was a big day!

Sunday, August 21st we were going to the Helping Parents Heal meeting at Unity of Phoenix and would be able to be in the presence of our friend and brother Jamie Clark.  Yes, Psychic Medium Jamie Clark!  We know and love Jamie and he knows us.  He has connected with our son before, which is always momentous.  In these parent meetings, we don’t expect to hear from Quinton, but we go to lend our support and energy to Jamie and all the other parents hoping to hear from their loved ones.  We don’t expect anything because we have had so many amazing validations.  In fact, we have written two books about how Quinton has visited and what we have learned.  I would actually hate to be a medium trying to bring Quinton to us in an original way, but I still wore red (one of Quinton’s favorite colors). When it came time to pick a seat, we actually picked ones in the back in an effort to be inconspicuous, but that didn’t work out as planned and Jamie put his hand on my shoulder when he came in to say 'Hi.'

The meeting started and Jamie began bringing through validations.  I had my eyes on a mother and son at the front of the room, and I focused on them and hoped they would receive what they needed.  When Jamie came to us, I started looking behind me – it never fails that even when I am sitting that far back,  I assume the medium is directing their comments to somebody in front of me or behind me.  Jamie commented on my cross.  Clearly he hasn’t read our second book because the first chapter is titled “The Cross” and I share how it came to me.  It is quite distinctive; he asked how it came to me and I just indicated that it was gifted.  He went on to say I would be gifted another.  Well that is cool, I thought, but then it got real!  You see, when an amazing medium like Jamie Clark or Susanne Wilson speak they always find a way to bring through our children in an original way!  And when this happens, I am invariably like a deer caught in the headlights.  I will readily acknowledge and voice my awe, gratitude and appreciation when others get an unbelievably amazing and undeniably validating comment, but when it happens to me, it takes me some time to process it.  It is as if my rational mind is trying to understand how he could possibly know that.

Next thing I know, Jamie says, “Quinton asked that you save him a few french fries.”   No joke – We just don’t go to McDonalds; it has been years, we just don’t do it, but this morning we had gone and now this comment from Quinton, via Jamie. This was one of the most validating comments I have ever experienced and it was courtesy of our Quinton and Jamie.  Well, Mr. Clark – you now have my attention, my friend.  Quinton is in the house, so to speak, and had clearly been with us all day!  Jamie went on, telling me to keep healing others and to heal myself too, to which I replied a heartfelt 'Amen.'  

The rest of the session was amazing.  Jamie was in great form delivering some truly incredible validating comments for others and in doing so clearly demonstrated that he had a direct connection to their loved ones.  Truly amazing job, Jamie, my friend!  Thank you for blessing this group of parents with your gift.

As the meeting drew to a close, Jamie came by and he said to me, “Embrace the Change”.  This comment could not be more appropriate.  I have withdrawn from the public eye in large part, and have been focused on finding my own peace and preparing for, well – a change.  I have been preparing to break one of my recurring cycles; a cycle that I was born into and in which have run in circles for 52 years. So he nailed it… again! And Quinton nailed it again.  Thank you Jamie and thank you my son.  

Blessings and “Know There is More”

 

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