Peg Dimino's Story

When I first met Cheyenne Mease, I was in the midst of a drug-induced coma as a result of a car accident on January 1, 2006. A good friend of mine, Dana, brought Cheyenne to see me in early February. Dana had been referred to Cheyenne as someone who might be able to help me heal.

When I was cut-off by another driver on New Years night, I had been drinking and wasn't wearing my seatbelt. My car smashed into a concrete wall and was immediately engulfed in a ball of flames. I was trapped and unconscious. Two strangers, a welder and a fireman pulled me from my burning car.

I sustained multiple internal injuries. A punctured lung and kidney, broken ribs, and contusions to my spleen and liver. I had severely shattered the right side of my pelvis. Immediately my lungs became infected, I had soaring fevers and, for the first time in my life, my blood pressure was abnormally high. Altogether, I was in a coma for two months. My condition was very serious. No one knew what state I would be in when I woke up. They weren't sure if I would live at all.

I have a few vivid recollections from my time in the coma. I remember a friend holding my hand while I told her “I'm sorry” over and over again. I remember being surrounded by groups of dark ghouls who were trying to get me to come with them. I didn't want to go. I was petrified of becoming one of them. In my coma I ran as they tried to pull me down dark alleys and into even darker places.

I also remember feeling guilty and responsible for causing the accident. For this reason, I didn't have the courage to wake up and face my parents, my nieces and nephews. What would they think of me? Who else had I hurt? I was afraid to face the consequences and so I slept on.

When Cheyenne came to visit me in early February, she was unable to touch me to do any physical polarity. She began to meditate by my bed while Dana sat quietly on the window ledge. Cheyenne moved from the left side, to the foot, and then to the right side of my bed, sometimes speaking quietly, sometimes saying nothing. When she reached the right side, she began to writhe and turn using her arms to push the air. Dana told me later, “I felt like when we went in the room, we were going to war!” After about an hour, they left and I slept on.

One week later, I opened my eyes and gave the slightest smile. My family knew then, that I had turned a corner.

This was the beginning of my resurrection. The last thing I remember from my coma was making a conscious decision to wake up. I was ready to face any and all circumstances that I had created. I was no longer afraid to find out what had happened to me. And so I woke up to find I had no burns, no head trauma, no spinal chord injury. I discovered I was not the cause of the accident and, unbelievably, that no other cars had been involved.

But as I continued down my long path of recovery, I felt stuck. Physically, I wasn't progressing as fast as I would have liked and I was dealing with the financial repercussions of the accident. I knew I needed some help, and so I finally spoke to Cheyenne in August.

Cheyenne kindly accommodated my while she was on a trip out West. Her voice over the phone was extremely calming. She started asking me questions. Soon I was telling her what was in my heart, not holding anything back. Her answers and suggestions were clear, concise and held great meaning for me. Cheyenne had a way of articulating what I needed to hear to work on moving forward. When we hung up, I felt rejuvenated, peaceful, thoughtful, and certainly 'unstuck'.

Almost 2 months later, I met with Cheyenne in person. Her studio was comfortable and warm, and her wide smile put me at ease. We sat and talked for a while discussing what was on my mind. She listened or replied, whichever was needed. Again, I was struck by the precision of her words and their meaning to me. I felt as though she knew just what to say. It was emotional but uplifting.

For the last half of the session, I lay on her massage table. I closed my eyes and breathed. Cheyenne began to move around the table, sometimes speaking, sometimes quiet. I began to feel extremely relaxed. As Cheyenne moved her hands over my right side, particularly my hip area, I could literally feel ribbons of energy being pulled from the painful area. It was amazing. After the session, I had no pain in that area for several hours. This had never happened before and has not happened since that time.

At the end of 2006, Cheyenne reached out to her friend Gina Rubel who owns a public relations firm. Cheyenne wanted to know if there was anything they could do to try and help me find the second man who had pulled me from my car and had disappeared. Gina's firm, Furia Rubel Communications, was able to get a local news radio station to do a short piece. Three days later, exactly 1 year to the day from the accident, I was reunited with my second hero while my first one looked on in happiness. Cheyenne continued to facilitate helping me heal by bringing the three of us together.

As I continue to get to know Cheyenne I am overwhelmed by her insight, power, skill, wisdom, and energy. I believe Cheyenne is one of the reasons that I chose to wake up from my coma and why I continue to move forward with healing. Cheyenne was responsible for chasing away my ghosts and reuniting me with my missing hero. She has done so much to help me this far. I can't wait to see what she will do next.

- Peg Dimino

Update to Peg's Story: Peg is taking her first trip since her accident to New Mexico and Colorado in the spring of 2008. She writes, "I wanted to share the happy news about my trip since you're one of the reasons I have been able to heal so well and solidly. I think of you often and give many thanks you were brought into my life."