Free Talk to Me by Allison DuBois

a phone reading with Allison. You guessed it, I never got to my to-do list!
    I told Mark of our plan to attend Allison’s October seminar and he said she was going to be in Arizona on 25 June, and that she could do a reading then if I was interested. No hesitation, we were flying to Arizona in June!
    As nervous as I was prior to the reading, once Lyman and I were there I was completely relaxed. I felt some sort of comfort. Allison was so welcoming, and made us feel as if we were friends from afar just coming to catch up. There is no way Allison could’ve made up the messages or the personality that was coming through from Michael. I knew it was my son, and he was happy, and he had a lot to say.
    While Michael was growing up, I always used to tell him that it was so important for him to communicate with others, as he lacked in this area. Yet, on this day, he was really open and communicated so clearly. I was very proud of him. Of course, we have always been proud of our son. It was just nice to know he had found a strong voice.
    Michael did touch on his death and let us know that he was okay. He specifically gave us the name of someone who he stated was a ‘friend’ of his, and said this friend knows something about his passing and is carrying guilt. He spent some time on this subject, and that told us we were on the right track with our investigation. What brought Lyman and me to tears during the reading was when Michael said that his head was sore and he had a hard time breathing before he died. Allison demonstrated this by grabbing her neck as she repeated what Michael was saying. Allison had no idea that the cause of death was asphyxiation. Without us asking the question, both Michael and Allison made it very clear that our son did not take his own life.
    Michael wanted to talk more about his siblings. From what he shared with us, we can help guide his brother and sister, and I believe this will give us the patience needed to help them move towards some important goals. We also asked if Michael was with his godfather, a wonderful character who had died unexpectedly just five months after Michael’s passing, and he confirmed that he was with ‘Slick’. This was very funny to us. His godfather’s nickname was ‘Spike’, and Spike’s nickname for Lyman was ‘Sly’—Sly’s nickname + Spike’s = Slick! And Spike was quite slick personality-wise, too. It was comforting for us to know this.
    Through Allison he shared the one song that I would sing to Michael and his siblings as if it were their own personal lullaby:
    â€˜Somewhere Over the Rainbow’. Then Allison kept mentioning ‘Father Iz’ and ‘rainbow’. Followed by ‘Father Iz and over the rainbow’. We got the rainbow part, but the ‘Father Iz’ we just weren’t sure of—until we realised what it might be. We asked if he meant ‘Brother Iz’, the deceased Hawaiian musician, Israel Kamakawiwo’ole. Yes! That’s what he was saying.
    Michael wanted us to listen to that version, and he wanted us to know he was with Brother Iz. My husband Lyman grew up in Hawaii and was friends with Iz, so it was nice to hear they were together.
    I should also mention that after we got home from Arizona, Lyman’s ‘Iz’ tank top was sitting out in the open on our bed, returned by a T-shirt-borrowing daughter. This shirt is always buried in the closet but, for some reason, Jordan dug it out to wear that weekend while we were in Arizona having our reading. We hadn’t shared with her any information about the reading or Michael talking about Iz. The ‘coincidence’ struck us as uncanny to say the least!
    During the reading, Michael said ‘Happy Birthday’, and initially we thought this was because in two days it would have been his 24th birthday and ‘24’ was his favourite number. But he kept repeating it, and Allison explained it was