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).