Today, our beloved hamster Patches passed away. It was unexpected and we are all very sad. But I knew breaking the news to my daughter when she would come back from school, would be the most difficult part, because she is very sensitive and loves her pets dearly.
After Patches took her last breath, I cried and I asked my dad in spirit if he could make sure to take care of her. Then I added, can you please "send me a sign" that you have her.
Now as you may know, I am originally French and, in France, one of the ways to says "Grandpa" is "Papy".
Since my daughter was little, she has been calling her grandpa something else. Because when she was a toddler she could not say Papy, she came up with the name Kapy and has been calling her grandpa Kapy since then. No kid I know in France is calling their grandpa Kapy. It's just my daugther.
My dad passed away 2 years ago and I have received a few messages from him (one particular reported on this blog - with the title "In vino veritas")
He had a very strong bond with my daughter. These two were very close.
So this morning, again, I said, Dad please "send me a sign" for Gigi - my daughter - that you've got our hamster with you, that will make her feel better knowing she is safe.
Then I went on FB and browsed through my feed of the morning. I stopped in my tracks when I saw this (picture attached). For the last 22 years that I have lived in Orlando, I have NEVER EVER heard of this place, did not even know it existed. And it is a "Sign from Kap(p)y!" exactly what I asked for! The odds for this particular sign to pop up in my feed this morning, after me asking for one? Mathematicians, please calculate!
I know our little hamster Patches is well taken care of...Thanks to my dad's ingenious way for communicating!
It's been a while since I haven't sat down for an EVP and a Radio Sweep Session. I do a lot of readings, but I also enjoy a little ITC (Instrumental TransCommunication), through the use of a digital recorder and a radio sweeping device.
So two nights ago, I decided to have a little talk with whomever wanted to come in and talk.
I got a few interesting results (Coincidence or not, I'll let you decide, as I have no conclusion on what happened) and a great EVP of a child's voice, when I was prompting children to come in and talk! I was not able to decipher what the child was saying in the EVP, so if you want to have a go at it, please do. It is towards the end of the video.
As the 5th anniversary of my reading for Dustin approaches, I'd like to share it, including also, Dustin's wife Aimée's post-reading feedback again with you. There are also some comments by the person who ordered the reading that will be added. Originally the reading was ordered by a friend of the family, Robin Aberton, to be sent to Dustin's wife.
As a reminder, I did Dustin's reading, at a distance (he was in Utah, I was in Florida), with no knowledge about him other than knowing he was in a coma. He was a total stranger to me, like all my clients are. However, this... did not last long... I meditated and sat at my computer, and started to write.
Here is, with permission of his wife, and friend, the reading: In green italic, Dustin's wife comments post-reading. In blue, post-reading comments from Robin and his sister. In black my original reading by email. Dustin was with his sister, who was visiting him, the night I did the reading, which I did not know.
(The reading has been edited to fit a blog's article length, but nothing has been altered in what was written by me and the feedback given to me).
Hi there! I have been trying to find time to write you, and give you feedback on my husbands reading. First off, I wanted to say thank you so much! I had chills reading the whole thing. Ok, so I copied and pasted the email, and just thought it would be easier for me to give you feedback by breaking it down.
Good evening Aimee
Thank you for trusting me attempting connecting with your loved one.
I decided to try and make the connection tonight. For most of the time during the reading, I was given by your husband his own view point from bed, which never happened to me before. I also talked like "I" being him, which also never happened to me before.
But sometimes "I" was him and sometimes "I" was me.
My readings are unedited. I write down what I feel, see and hear. But for the sake of comprehension I will make annotations when I is me and when I is him.
The following is the unedited reading: (as I write this, I hear the words "cat" by the way so I have to write it down.) Ok so we had the kitten, and an unfortunate accident happened, and we lost him in the wash machine. I was so upset, and cried for days, literally all day long. My husband said that if he dies first, he will let me know the kitty is ok, and he would tell him sorry for me.
Here is the reading:
(me talking) I see a clear plastic bottle Like a coke bottle but clear, there is water in it. On the little table in front of his bed, I had left a big smart water bottle there.
Seems that there is a windows on his left. Yep, there definitely was a nice big window to his left.
I don't see the windows but I see light coming from his left
On the right next to the foot of the bed there is something either on a chair or a chair. I don't know if it is the back of the chair or something else but it looks like a hollow shape like a toilet seat up.
I don't know what that is. He had a bottom piece that they put on the bottom of his bed, and from his view point, would look exactly as you described.
(him talking) My bed is narrow and there is nothing in front of me, I am facing a wall
I am aware I am laying on this bed. I can see the bottom of the bed.
I need music
I miss music
what bothers me is the silence
It's silent, it's too silent This man loves music like no other. Music literally is his life, and he has it constantly playing. I bought a little boom box for his room, and it's on all the time now.
From Dustin's sister, via Robin: She had asked him the night you did the reading. It was another thing that, shocked her. I told her to get him some music please. And her response was shear disbelief for a moment. She said "how did you know?" I was like how did I know what? She said, that I asked him if he wanted music!!
Valerie said she asked Dustin if he wanted some music and he squeezed her hand
There is this one doctor with dark hair, tall, thin. He's the one checking on me, but I can sense a 2 second person, I can't see well, it's a lady, she's blond.
I cant quite tell if she is a nurse or a doctor That night, he had a tall nurse, with dark brown hair, he was very tall and thin, and the nurse that took over his shift was a blond lady. Both very nice, and Dustin liked them, I could tell.
I know something's wrong with my right side It turned out he had a lung infection on his right side. It was making him so very sick.
My truck, my truck! where is my truck, what happened to my truck
showing me a maroon, brown color pick up truck He had a black van, that's the only thing that I can think of that must have been lost in translation. He always worries over finances, even in his coma state.
(me talking) There is a J or G around him like Jack Our friend Jackie has been doing a lot for our family, and is close to us.
(him talking) Again my right side is "on the spot" My left side seems non existent. Everything revolves around my right side. Yep, left side is pretty much non existent right now, he can't move his left at all.
There is some talk about having me drink through a straw... Don't you dare giving me a pink one! At this time, he was on a ventilator, and the nurses always described the amount of work the machine was doing, by that he was basically breathing out of a straw.
Feels like I am taking time off to let my body heal, but I am very much aware. There is an odd "ding" sound besides the classic medical apparatus and beeps and sounds. A "ding" song, like a small bell. Exactly how the ventilator sounded.
I can't leave, but I know what's going on, just make sure you bring music, things for me to see in front of me. I am aware there is a door to my right. There are 2 doors to my right actually. But one goes outside my room.
His sisters name is Valerie, the V reference. When I read in the reading, I knew she was at the hospital with him. I texted her and asked if she was awake, as I knew my next questions would be out of left field and she would think I was kinda crazy. She replied she was at the hospital. I texted back, how is Dustin doing, assuming you are with him... She replied yes, she was just leaving. I then said - totally random question but is there a window or light source to Dustin's left? She said yes... Then I said is there two door to his right? She responded You are freaking me out!! I told her to call me. She did. During our conversation I confirmed that there was a window to his left, two doors to his right and that only one opened. The end of his bed has a curve to it, that she felt resembled an open toilet lid.
He's showing me a defibrillator. Feels like he has been shocked. Code blue. Feels like I have been brought back. I was given for dead. Showing a tag on a toe. He stopped breathing one morning. It was at like 5:30 or 6. He was blue, and I thought he was dead. I thought that was it. I went out in the hallway, and I could actually see him (mentally), go out in the hall just outside the door, and felt him say he couldn't leave me yet. Then he was gone, and minutes later the dr called me back to tell me he was ok. Maybe I'm just crazy though lol
I am at peace, I just need to be entertained.
There is a V also around him. His sister Valerie was visiting him every day, and was actually there the night you did the reading.
I hear he says 2 months. I don't know what it means, I am just hearing it. I really hope that means how long he needs to heal! :)
The doctors are kind of at a loss and have given him 2 months to live, if he doesn't pass sooner.
If I come back who's going to help me fish with my right side problem?
He is an avid fisher. Something I did not know about him at all :)
There better be a damn good reason for me to come back because I hate having people doing things for me, I dislike this movements that you make me do right now. Moving my legs. I am not a child. That is totally Dustin, he doesn't like anyone doing things for him ever. They were moving his legs doing the range of motion so he wouldn't get tense.
What's happening on Tuesdays and Fridays? I was leaving every Tuesday, and coming back Fridays. Crazy!
Tuesday and Friday, Tuesday and Friday he keeps repeating that.
(him talking) This place where I am at is boring, I need more stimulation. I need images on the wall, I need sounds, I need voices, I need life around me. It's too quiet.
I am not going to do anything if all I stare at is a white all (more like light green though). With the ugly lighting in his room there, the walls did look greenish!
I keep seeing something attached to one of his big toe. Did you attach a bell or something in case he'd be moving. There is something going on with one toe.
Or a toe moving.
He wiggles his toe and that night you did the reading, Valerie was massaging his feet.
Who is Patty? I JUST found out who Patty is. I was sharing the reading with a close friend, and coworker of Dustin. His dad was also at the U then for cancer, and having surgery as well. His mom is also gifted in connecting with people outside of this life, and her name is Patty!
He says I met Patty.
And it was fun.
2 areas need to be repaired, my liver or upper quadrant something's not right and something in my brain. But my kidneys are also affected.
Energy jumped out.
Back to the bed. Again, I am seeing as if I (Isabelle) am laying in this bed seeing the foot of the bed. That's all I see. I don't see my arms, I don't see my torso. and I see the foot of the bed and nothing else.
He is REALLY making me feel like he is tired of waiting in a room that has no stimuli.
He needs sounds, colors, music.
I want music, give me music. There has to be a better way than just wait he says.
He is a proactive guy, he wants to find solutions himself. Totally true to Dustin's personality.
He's showing me a man on a motorcycle.
I have no idea why but I am giving it to you as it comes to me.
I feel like though somehow he and the man on the motorcycle are related.
The man on a motorcycle is wearing black and it's dark outside, there are lots of lights around him.
It feels like the scene of an accident.
The man on the motorcycle feels like he's been projected in the air. There is severe trauma. Dustin had a very close friend in high school. He moved to Florida, and became a motorcycle cop out there. He was chasing a suspect at night, and crashed. He died at the scene due to severe trauma.
I am back in the hospital bed. And I am cussing! F... F... F.... Again, this is totally Dustin
It feels like there is a disinterest from the medical team around me, like there is no real try. And I keep hearing "bring it on" Bring the sounds and the colors and the people and movement and non stop stimuli. This is how things get repaired.
But something needs to be done with my right side. There was a disinterest from the medical team! They gave up on him after a week! They held a family meeting, and told us they didn't think he would make it another week.
Energy jumped out again.
When you work on me, stay in front of me, I can't see nor hear on the sides.
I am sorry I have to put you through this. Doesn't let much emotions touch him, pretty tough guy. Very few things (seem) tho affect him to the point he could pass for someone being cold.
And he thinks everyone should toughen up in a general manner.
Somehow he keeps his distance from emotions, he's scared of them. This is very much Dustin. He never lets his emotions show.
But in his own way, he says thank you for your patience.
I am trying my best, keep working but address the points above please.
My connection with Dustin also inspired me to write a song (in French and English).
Sooo... Tomorrow (Sept 26) is my late dad's birthday and I had planned to open the bottle of wine that Melvin Morse got me for thanking us last year to have him over around New Year's time.
For those who do not remember, the full story about this bottle is here: http://www.survivalofconsciousness.com/blog/the-other-meaning-of-in-vino-veritas.
In short, this was my dad's favorite wine and Melvin did not know that. At the store, Melvin hesitated between champagne and finally decided on a hunch, on this bottle of wine among 3 bottles that the store clerk suggested him. I have never seen this wine here since I have lived in the US...
Tonight because it is my dad's bday tomorrow and I will not be able to open it tomorrow, I have decided to open it to celebrate it with my husband.
I also decided to run a little experiment and open my little spirit box app, which I placed next to the bottle, while I was preparing dinner. And I asked my dad questions, as I was cooking. Who are you hanging with? Then the word grandmother came... (his mom). At one point in my thoughts I was thinking that I would use the fresh bread I bought today to make Cesar a chicken sandwich rather than the pasta I had cooked, because he likes that... Then came the word... bread... Then I asked my dad to tell me how all this works (on the other side) now that he knows.. then the word Mysterious came... Then I asked him, I hope you are ok and who else is with you. Then he said everyone and France... What are the odds for this app to say these words at these precise times and the word France!... I'll let you juge...
Happy Birthday Dad! Thanks for the signs... We'll drink to you.
What the %$*& do dogs and their sticks, Cohearence™ and polarizers have in common?
What is a polarizer? A polarizer is a sort of a filter that lets through only a portion of light. Photographers use lots of polarizers in their work. But their use is deeply rooted in the spooky rules of the quantum mechanics of light.
Many people, including skeptical friends of mine, wonder how it is possible that anyone can see, hear, feel, smell, taste things that do not seem tangible or are non-local. How do you get that type of information to get through your brain?
I have always said that enriched information processing through our brains is something we all can do and is a matter of training our brains how to do so. It is called Cohearence™. It is metaphorically speaking, when your brain becomes attuned with the information around, when it is "in phase" with much more information than it usually is accustomed to be.
It is a fact that we process a very limited amount of information around us. For instance, we only see visible light. But there is an infinite number of wavelengths on the electromagnetic spectrum that our retinas can’t register; yet they exist and will actually damage your skin if you get exposed to them too long (UV) or are giving you images on your camera at night (IR) etc.
In quantum mechanics, we learn that light can be polarized, meaning that the little particles of light (the photons) can have a certain magnetic orientation. When a photon, polarized vertically for example, tries to go through a polarizer that is oriented horizontally, it will be absorbed and no light will come out!!! (and vice versa). Like in these photos of dogs trying to go through a vertically open area with a long horizontal stick in their mouth… It’s not happening, they can’t go through!
However, if a photon, oriented vertically, tries to go through a polarizer oriented at 45 degrees (diagonally)… well there is a mathematical formula that allows to calculate the percentage of photons that actually makes it through! (in this case, it is 50%!) …
In the video below, the polarizer is the bridge, however, in this classical analogy, the bridge did not rotate, the "dog rotated his stick" to fit at a 45 degree angle. In the quantum world we make bridges that can rotate to accommodate the polarized photons to go through!
Now let’s have a philosophical comparison here between the quantum world rules and the way we process information…
2. The good news is, we can train our brains to be "polarized" differently… and that's no coincidence that when we "get" something, we use the image of a light bulb lighting up! Yes, when we train our brains to Cohear, the light comes through! We have "polarized" our brains to let in a lot of light!
There is an experiment in quantum mechanics that uses an apparatus that sends light back and forth through a beam splitter, mirrors and rotators/polarizers. The more the light is sent back and forth passing through rotators (polarizers) and mirrors, the higher the outcome (in percentage) for the light to come out on a screen.
Imagine your brain as this kind of apparatus… The more you "rotate" your brain (you train it to let pass a certain kind of information) the more it acquires a higher percentage of “information”.
What we do in Spiritual Sight, or Controlled Remote Viewing is that we “rotate” our brains in a different way during each stage of the session to acquire a certain type of information. We send the information back and forth to and from the Universe and more information comes in with a different characteristic (orientation). Our brains "rotate" to always let pass more information, until it can finally create a mental picture of what you are Remote Viewing.
It seems that everything around us is made of bits of "polarized" (characterized) information and brains are "polarizers" (filters) that can be "rotated" (trained) to let pass each "polarized bit of information" (each type of information) … And the more we rotate, the more we acquire different type of information to recreate a whole image.
It is not that Quantum Mechanics can explain (yet) non-local retrieval of information through our senses, it is that the behavior and the rules of the Quantum Mechanics of light resemble a lot the Stages of Spiritual Sight, Remote Viewing and Mediumship and can inspire us to create experiments that would further the research in ESP.
It most certainly helps understand that Spiritual Sight, Remote Viewing and Mediumship are REAL!
I was asked last week to do a Spiritual Sight session for a friend's mom who had recently lost her hearing-aid.
The day before I sat to do the session, a picture of a pear came to my mind.
The beauty of this work takes its roots in the non-sensical visions that come to mind.
Why would a pear come to mind when I am supposed to look for a hearing-aid?
Well... Maybe because there is a pear themed box where I described the hearing-aid could be!
This is what my friend said when she sent me the picture:
"This is the container my mother uses near her computer for her pencils pens flash drives etc. Pears are the only fruit in her combination bedroom living-room area."
My session AV and Summary:
I had the great honor and pleasure to be interviewed by consciousness researcher Sandra Champlain, author of We Don't Die, about the Science of Spirituality and I am so happy that I could share my vision about this new paradigm.
You can take a listen here and if you liked it, please click like on the Youtube Video and leave a comment, much appreciated!
My next Orlando Group class will be announced soon. In the mean time, you can also learn with me One on One, online via Skype! It's a great way to interact and learn as well. What if the One on One Class were just what you needed to help you with your current life challenge? Try it!
I like wine. And cheese. I like pairing them. I am French. No French person, at least of my generation would be complete without knowing a little bit about wine and appreciating it as a delectable, and subtle nectar. I did not learn about wine by myself, no! I was raised in a happy family of “bons vivants”, in which good wine was always on the table for all family reunions. And we had many such reunions! Uncles and aunts, grandparents and cousins, all generations would sit around the table in a joyful buoyant manner, eating, drinking and singing. We did not need a reason. Life was good reason enough to celebrate together.
Wine is more than just a drink that gives a buzz. Wine encapsulates all that I described above and is source of great family memories of happiness for me.
Naturally, since we had so many family reunions through the years, my uncles and my dad would exchange tips of which wine to buy this year more than that year. However, my dad had his favorites. And among his favorites, there was one favorite that found its way to our lunch and dinner table for many years: Chateau Giscours. A 3rd Grand Cru Classé of Bordeaux, Chateau Giscours is a really fine wine: “Features a lightly firm, singed alder frame around a core of dark plum, cherry and cassis bush notes. Taut tar and warm paving stone notes fill in on the finish. Shows serious, well-embedded grip, and the core of fruit is spot on. This has the range, length and cut for the cellar” _ James Suckling, or “Aromas of mint and currants with hints of fresh herbs. Then turns to plum jam. Full body, with well-integrated tannins and pretty fruit. Long and caressing. This is really outstanding” _Neal Martin's Wine Journal
Each year, when I was a teenager, my dad would always order one or two cases of Giscours to put them in the cellar.
I grew up with that wine name in my mind, knowing it was a good wine and it was my dad’s favorite.
I have been living in the US for over 20 years now. During all these years, I have bought wine, many times. I bought simple wines, I bought good wines and great wines (like the 1959 Vosnes Romanée I got for my sister’s 40th birthday when I was living in San Francisco. She was born in 1956 and I figured it was close enough a date that she would be ok with it…). Never have I bought, been offered or even seen on a menu a Chateau Giscours.
My dad passed away this past September 1st, 2016. My dad was a scientific man who did not believe in the continuity of consciousness. He was a lover of nature. He had a special relationship with trees. When he was in the hospital during the summer, his health slowly deteriorating from the terminal process of prostate cancer, trees kept falling on our family property, as if to say, “if he’s going, we’re going too”. I took the trees falling as a sign that the universe was ready to welcome him back home and that he would not be alone.
The day he passed, I did a séance, during which I asked my dad to prove to me with scientific words, now that he knew, that he was still around. One word appeared on my phone: ATOM. My dad in his youth had been working with professor de Broglie, at the Diderot University in Paris on particle trajectories and x-rays, in the Physics of the Atom Laboratory of the University. It was in my dad’s style. One word, to the point. He was not much of a talker and would rather be alone not socializing than having a conversation with anyone, including his family. So, I felt I had a connection there.
Yet, I also felt that it was not enough. It is never enough. Signs from our lost oved ones are always a blessing. But time passed and nothing else happened. No more words, no more trees falling, nothing. Silence.
A few months later, my friends Melvin Morse and Melissa Bennett came to visit for the Holidays. Dr. Morse and I share the same interest in the inquiry about consciousness and its nature and we always have great conversations going. During his stay, Melvin told me that my dad had come to him while he was meditating a couple of weeks before and that he was startled by it, as he had never met him. It was very interesting as it was just before I had met over social media Melissa, Melvin’s partner, and that I had told her I considered Melvin like a big brother or a father-mentor figure.
Melissa and Melvin stayed with us about one week. We had fun celebrating the New Year together and a few of our good friends drinking Champagne and laughing. The day before they were to leave to go back home, they told me they had to go run errands.
In fact, they went to a wine store with the idea of buying my husband a special liquor from Peru, and for me a bottle of Champagne to thank us.
While at the store, Melissa suggested to instead get me a bottle of wine. As they debated between wine and Champagne, a sales person came to their rescue and when they asked what he recommended, he showed them three different bottles of very good red wine. Not knowing what to do anymore, they just decided in a split second to not go for Champagne and picked one of the 3 bottles of red wine the sales person had recommended, almost in a mini mani moo fashion.
When they came back home, my husband and I were outside relaxing on our lounge chairs. Melvin and Melissa gave my husband his liquor and handed to me a wine bag.
I was about to say “Oh you shouldn’t have…” as I was pulling the bottle up from the bag, but I never were able to finish my sentence. Faster than I could even realize, my eyes filled up with tears and I started to cry uncontrollably. I had never cried at anyone offering me a bottle of wine before!!!
I was holding a bottle of Chateau Giscours 2009. But you see, I did not even have time to actually look at the bottle and process the name of the bottle and analyze anything. I just burst in tears immediately. There was nothing I could do. It took me minutes to regain composure as my poor friends were wondering if they had bought the wrong bottle of wine!
They had no idea! On the contrary, this was the RIGHT bottle of wine!!!
I had to tell them the story of my Dad’s favorite wine… Truth came out of that bottle of wine!
So, you see, there is another meaning to “in vino veritas”, my dad went out of his way to give me a big sign. After that, I felt like I heard in my dad’s unmistakable “Parisian” grumpy accent: “Ok, that’s good now, you’ve got it, I’m done”.
I recently received a request from a client to remote view the random number 613 269 868.
(Scroll down for the photos of my viewing and its comparative with the subject of the viewing)
For those who are not familiar with Spiritual Sight and Remote Viewing, I invite you to visit this page where the technique of viewing blindly an object or a subject or a photo is explained.
Like for any session, I first meditated for about 15 minutes. Once I felt ready, I started my session prompting myself with the writing of the target number 613 269 868.
As usual, I had no idea what I was remote viewing. However, as I progressed, I could feel a sense of biological essence all the way down to cells.
It became clear that I was seeing some sort of biological components. Many of them. Yet one of many was more prominent, like a “mother dot” as I called it.
I carried on with sketching what I was sensing and finally sent my session via email to my client.
That same night I got a phone call from my client who was ecstatic! He told me, he could not believe what I had written, but that he couldn’t tell me yet what it was, as other people were also working on the target. Instead he asked me to further review the target with a second viewing and told me to ask the target what needed to be done. He also asked me to send the target to some of my students.
I proceeded to remote view the target a second time, working on “what needed to be done”.
Weeks later I finally received the photos of what I had reviewed.
It turns out I had reviewed the cat scan of my client’s lungs.
He had been confirmed to have multiple nodules, all less than 1mm in size, except for one that was 8mm (the “one of many”). There was also a sense of that there was a mother one, a mother lesion as these were metastatic nodules that came from a mother lesion in the thyroid, which had been removed a while back.
My viewing about “what needed to be done” confirmed the treatment he was going to undergo: an infusion of a radioactive iodine solution through his blood stream, which would target only the multiple nodules and kill them from inside-out. (I got confused with iron and rust for the red and and smell, but I was in fact remote viewing iodine).
Spiritual Sight is just not a hobby or a pointless method of seeing non-local things. It has true purpose and value. If properly taught to scientists, doctors and physicists, it could potentially give them another perspective into their research and diagnosis.
Below is the gallery of pictures showing my viewing and the photos of the scan. There is a picture outlining the parallel between my sketching and the scan.
"During my viewing, I remember wondering what these lines with squares in them could be. However, I have learned that nonsensical imagery or sensory inputs MUST be listened to as they come from the source of all information. I was surprised, yet amused when I realized I had viewed the ribs of my client in a transversal cut of the scan!"
Such an experiment has been done with the Tobacco Mosaic Virus and tomato plants... Stay tuned for the complete report on this compelling study.