Soul mates

This blog is dedicated to Sgt. Kirk Stowell. As we honor the great men and women of this country who fight for a greater cause, I thank you. Not every session leaves an impression. You; however, left an indelible mark. Thank you for showing me the true meaning of soul mates.

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“Soul mates. It’s extremely rare, but it exists. Sort of like twin souls tuning into each other. Apparently, even in death,” Albert says in the movie, What Dreams May Come. The word “soul mate” is blatantly overused in today’s world and the significance of the word is lost. “She is my soul mate,” is often thrown around in the early stages of a relationship, but later loses its luster as the butterflies in your stomach fade. On June 7, 2016, my client, Jessica, exposed to me the true meaning of soul mates; the heavenly essence of soul mates.

Our session started normal. I recited how I work. I clarified once more that I could not control the loved ones who appear, but I know that the message to be delivered is what needs to be heard. Kirk made his presence known. I felt a male energy; however, he was not concerned with validating himself, how he passed, or his connection with Jessica. Kirk immediately tackled the health issues inflicting Jessica, Jessica’s dog, and Kirk’s little brother. Only after the health issues were addressed did Kirk validate himself: a proud Army soldier with a deep rooted love for Jessica.  Images of the Empire State Building played in my mind’s eye. Kirk took full control of our session to show me the meaning of his love for Jessica. “Love is beautiful when it’s professed, but it’s only meaningful when it’s practiced,” as the adage states.

Our session was no longer normal. It was amazingly stunning. In full control, Kirk placed me in a living room. I was Kirk. For the first time ever I was someone else. All five senses were engaged. It was as if I was teleported to Jessica’s house as Kirk’s soul. I was on a couch nestled between a boy and a girl watching the Disney channel. The love I had for these children is unconditional and tremendous. The surges of love flooded my soul. I turned my head back to see Jessica in the kitchen making dinner. I embrace her as to let her know everything is going to be ok. He later placed me in a play room. I was playing Legos and dolls with these children that I loved dearly. These moments were so intimate. As a father of a boy and girl it made it even more personal. I was later placed in a basketball gym. I was playing basketball with the kids. Kirk’s full control of my senses ended with us writing the number 4 on cement. “I just tripped on a number 4 carved in cement just two days ago and I see the number 4 when I sense him around,” Jessica confided.

“I know these are not my children, but I love them like they’re mine,” I told Jessica out of nowhere. Jessica validated my statement. This love story unexpectedly unfolds. Jessica shared that she never had the opportunity to hold or hug Kirk. Jessica never had the opportunity to fully express how much she loved him. Their love story started in the military. From the beginning oceans and land separated them. For years, Jessica and Kirk forged their love story over letters and phone calls. Life continued amid the miles that separated Jessica and Kirk. Their love story turned into friendship. Jessica later married and had children.

“What is sealed on Earth is sealed in Heaven.” After Jessica shared their unique love story, Kirk decided to kick into full throttle to make his intentions clearly known. I saw a silhouette of Mother Mary. “Mother Mary is showing up. Mother Mary shows up for three reasons. One, you are trying to conceive. Two, you are having problems being motherly which does not resonate. Three, you have had miscarriages. For you, I feel you are trying to conceive and have had miscarriages,” I told Jessica. Jessica validated that she did have miscarriages, but was not actively trying to conceive.

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Shortly after, I see Kirk, Mother Mary on the top, and a baby boy going down. It first I did not make the connection. More frankly, I registered Kirk’s intentions, but hesitated sharing this with Jessica. After a couple of times of seeing this image I proceeded with caution. “How do I deliver this to Jessica? Not everyone believes in reincarnation,” I silently asked myself. The image appeared once again. “Ok, this is my sign to deliver the message. Jessica, Kirk is trying to reincarnate as a child for you. Kirk started this session talking about your health. Your health issues are currently causing an emotional block and preventing him from reincarnating with you. I see Kirk, I see Mother Mary, and then I see a baby boy entering your life. The reason why Kirk is so present in your daily life is because spiritually, he is already here. I know this sounds ridiculous and crazy, but with every fiber of my being, this is what I feel and see for you.”

It would be stunning to share that Jessica is indeed pregnant, but she is not (not yet). My session with Jessica and Kirk shattered my understanding of soul mates. Kirk not only professed his love, but showed me the meaning of his love for Jessica. Jessica’s dreams of waking up pregnant were validated. Her intuition, long ago, told her she is going to get pregnant and feels like Kirk is still very much present in her daily life. I simply validated what she already knew and reassured her that everything is possible with God, even reincarnation. Because of Kirk, what is sealed in Heaven will be sealed on Earth, even after death, or multiple attempts. Soul mates are bonded in Heaven. Just like Robin William’s character, Chris, tells God in the movie What Dreams May Come, “I would go through it again to find Annie; to find that girl by the lake.”

And as for the Empire State Building that weaved in and out of our session? Jessica had a final question for me. “Do you know the name of the song that I often hear that reminds me of Kirk,” she asked before we concluded our session. I was not able to confirm, but she told it was If You Only Knew by Shinedown. I explained Spirit draws images from my experiences. Jessica sent me a text with a link to the video minutes after our session concluded. Mindlessly, I clicked on the hyperlink and to my surprise the Empire State Building was the backdrop of the video. The Empire State Building weaved in and out of the video much like it had throughout the reading. Kirk answered Jessica’s questions long before she even asked.

If You Only Knew

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Bath Time

As I sit behind my Dell computer to type this blog, Rascal Flats lyrics suddenly flood my mind, “God blessed the broken road that led me straight to you.” Just as quickly as the lyrics appear in the back of my mind, I innately take it as a sign to share the proceeding blog dedicated to my beautiful wife, Andrea. Thank you for eleven years of marriage. Thank you for my beautiful family. Thank you for sharing this journey called life with me. 

Soap suds cover Gabriel’s tiny body. “Wow, Gabriel is only two and is completely in love with his mother,” I remember thinking as Gabriel shares giggles with his mother. It is bath time. BathTimeAs most parents know, bath time can either be a stressful situation filled with screams and tears, or on occasion, a pleasurable experience between parent and child. This summer night though, God graced me with a tender moment. Lavender suds, squeaky ducks and trucks, rubber letters and numbers cover the bath tub as Gabriel stretches out for his mother.  Gabriel grins. His smile is accentuated by an impeccably placed dimple. His honey-colored eyes radiate the subtle combination of innocence, vulnerability and love that only a child can exude. At this precise moment it all makes sense to me. Time stands still. This moment is a picture. My soul wonders off to the past and ruminates. It hits me. A lightbulb goes off. My son looks up to his mother with the same reverence and love as I have toward my own mother. This indelible moment leaves me humbled as I hold back the tears and shake off goose bumps (read Grounded).

At this precise moment I recall the many fights, tears, nightmares, moments of hiding below beds to avoid my drunken father, and endless prayers to God for a perfect family. My childhood was far from picture perfect. I witnessed my mother beaten against a tree, kicked and punched, choked and strangled, bruised and bloody by the hands of men. Despite the shitty men in our lives my mother remained selflessly committed to giving her children only the best. I revisit the dark valleys of childhood that extended to my teenage years. My years in middle and high school were scared by depraved acts by the hands of a man. As I learned from my mother as a child, I learned to cleverly mask behind my smile. The love my mother gave me, the guidance He provided, this broken road led me straight to Andrea.

At this precise moment I remember the summer of July 1999. After I graduated high school I was committed to leave my hometown, finish my job at HEB, and start my college life with no ties. God had a different plan. That summer of 1999 God ushered Andrea into my life. I was thrown off course; however, for the first time in my life I was excited. Something inside me changed. Admittedly I did not recognize it at the time, but I know now, my soul had met his mate. Just like an Angel tasked to provide guidance, Andrea was there as I professionally and spiritually resolved my inner demons throughout college, marriage, fatherhood and even a vital played a role in reacquainting me with God and Spirit.

At this precise moment bath time becomes a divine classroom. My son’s eyes evoke a beautiful journey of darkness and light. The Master Author can only script such juxtaposition of present and past, of love and fear, of wife and mother and son and deliver it in a way that I process the lesson in a matter of seconds. The soap suds that cover his chin, the lavender smell that conceals the pesty mold on the hard-to-reach corners, and the humidity that suffocates my nostrils form a divine backdrop as I learned His lesson, “Andrea is my mother to my son. Love your wife as you love your mother. You are in the perfect family you yearned and prayed for as a child. Just as you remember how your father treated your mother, your son will recall how you treat his mother.” Time resumes. I quietly turn away as to not interrupt this awesome, innocent mother-son bath time. At this precise moment I.LOVE.BATH.TIME and I am #BeyondThankful

imageIt is all about changing perspective. It is all about being grateful for those little golden treasures that get lost in chaos .It is all about surrendering and releasing your fears to Him.