GAR 218 | Surviving Trauma

 

Robin Aisha Landsong, a remarkable visionary artist, medicine singer, and trauma resolution leader, shares her incredible story of resilience, survival, and healing. Through the darkest moments of our lives, it is often the most unexpected sources of healing that bring us back into the light. For Robin, it was the medicine song of a rural Zimbabwean woman that saved her life. It led her on a journey of self-discovery and healing that has touched the lives of thousands. Abducted at the age of eight and left alone in Rhodesia during the Bush War, Robin faced unspeakable violence and trauma. But through the kindness of a small village and a Zimbabwean woman’s medicine song, she was able to find the power of her own singing medicine. Over 16,000 people have been helped by her music. Her story is one of hope and inspiration. It shows us that no matter what we face, we can always get better. Tune in now and hear Robin’s extraordinary spiritual journey.

 

IN THIS EPISODE, YOU’LL HEAR ABOUT THINGS LIKE:

  • How Robin was abducted and survived two Near-Death Experiences during her childhood.
  • The healing power of song which started with the Zimbabwean woman that saved Robin’s life.
  • Robin’s two Near-Death Experiences after she was shot.
  • How Robin healed and eventually forgave her abductor, the soldier who shot her and her parents.

 

SOME QUESTIONS IRENE ASKS ROBIN:

  • Can you explain what you experienced during your two Near Death Experiences?
  • Did you get the specific message that your mission was going to be to sing these medicine songs to help people to heal?
  • What was your life like when you returned home to America?
  • What is your guidance about reacting to people who lack empathy, are dismissive, nasty, mean, are bullies, etc?

 

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Robin Aisha Landsong: The Healing Power of Song – A Spiritual Journey of Surviving Abuse and Two Near Death Experiences, and Her Medicine Songs That Have Helped Over 16,000 People Heal From Trauma and Grief

 

I hope this finds each of you so very well. I’m speaking to you from my studio in West Orange, New Jersey. I feel incredibly grateful to have this special opportunity to interview an amazing channel of love and healing whose name is Robin Aisha Landsong. Robin, who will be speaking to us from Mount Shasta, California, is the creative producer of Landsong Studios, a visionary artist, a medicine singer, a medical health intuitive, a cranial sacral therapist, a transformational speaker, and a trauma resolution leader. Full disclosure, having participated in three of Robin’s group healing events, I can wholeheartedly attest to the fact that she is a gifted remarkable healer.

When Robin was eight years old, an American man abducted her from the East Coast of the United States and took her to Rhodesia, which is now known as Zimbabwe. When he abandoned her there during the height of the Rhodesian Bush war, Robin was taken in and cared for by the people of a small tribal village. One day, a soldier spotted Robin alone by a river and shot her. The bullet grazed her head. When Robin began to die from blood loss, people from her village found her and saved her life.

Sadly, some days later, the soldiers attacked her village. Robin was found unconscious. She was cared for by the people of a nearby village who took her to a hospital in South Africa. From there, she was returned to the United States. When Robin was shot, she had two near-death experiences. She was called back to life by the medicine song of a rural Zimbabwean woman, which opened Robin to her own medicine songs. Through her own singing medicine, Robin has given healing to over 16,000 people.

I’m looking forward to talking with Robin about many things, like her early childhood and kidnapping, her two near-death experiences, how her life was saved by the medicine song of a rural Zimbabwean woman, the way Robin utilizes her own singing medicine to help people heal, what she can teach us about forgiveness, and more. This is no doubt going to be an unforgettable healing interview for all of us. Robin, it is an honor and a privilege to talk with you. A warm welcome to the show.

Thank you, and thank you for doing your fabulous work in the world and gathering a community of people who are interested in saying, “How can we heal together?”

 

GAR 218 | Surviving Trauma

 

That’s right. How can we heal? How can we help other people know that they do not have to suffer and that there are ways that they can choose to grow and heal? Your story is fascinating. If I didn’t know the amazing healer that you also are, if we could stop at ten years old, that’s a million lifetimes for one person. Please tell us about your early childhood and your kidnapping. How were you kidnapped? How were you abandoned? You were only eight years old.

As many people know, ideally, parents care for their children and give them a sense of protection and a sense of being worthwhile human beings. Sometimes, there’s that generational disruption, whether it’s war, alcoholism, or oppression. Parents lose that ability to that natural mammal instinct to care for their young. I was growing up in a household with that situation. There were lots of abuse, abandonment, and trauma. Children who don’t feel worthwhile are more likely to get abused by strangers.

It was 1977. It was post-Vietnam War. I believe he was a Military-trained person. He spotted me as an unprotected child. He watched as I walked home from school and timed it at the end of the school year. I came inside the school, and he got me. Immediately, I knew my life was in danger. He was threatening my life. He had that kind of violence in his presence alone.

It’s an odd thing to say that it’s almost lucky I already knew how to survive abuse and that I was already highly intuitive. I could read people. What was so terrifying about him was that I had trouble reading him and doing my scan of adults of, “What do I need to become to survive their insanity?” He drugged me. I can’t say all of the details in terms of the transport.

People often ask, “How could somebody take you out of the country?” In 1977, this is well before human trafficking was a much heavier conversation. People weren’t even watching out for this at all. It was quite easy at that time to abduct a child to take them. There weren’t security systems. There weren’t people checking. Especially if somebody had a military presence, they didn’t get questioned.

What was his purpose in abducting you? What were his intentions towards you? Do you know?

One of my researchers helped me piece that time period together. This is theorizing from the information that we have. I don’t have proof of any of this. It is possible that if he was a Vietnam vet, sometimes, they fathered a child over in Vietnam. That generation of children that were born from American soldiers were called war babies.

When they were deported, they had to leave them behind. In his mind, he had lost a daughter, so he was going to get a daughter. At one point, he said something to me and threatened, “Why can’t you be more like her?” People often ask questions about his thought process. I don’t think those of us who are reasonably psychologically well can understand the thought process of somebody who’s at that level of psychologically disturbed.

He gets you there and abandons you. What was that about?

I’ve been back to Zimbabwe twice and talked with somebody. The White government didn’t have enough recruits, so they were sending out advertisements. I have a vintage copy of the Soldier of Fortune magazine. They were advertising to get people to come over and fight on their side. They’d assist you in getting your plane ticket and getting over there because they needed more soldiers. They purposely targeted people who are already military-trained.

Once he had his five-day training, he had to get rid of me because he had to go into the field. I don’t think he had a plan in terms of thinking through, “Once I go into the field, I have to get rid of her.” He gave me to another man, and that man took me on a bus. It’s an interesting moment. I write about this in my upcoming memoir that’s not published yet.

The moment he left, he got in a military truck and drove away. He didn’t even look back. On the one hand, I was finally rid of this horrid, dangerous perpetrator, but I also lost my ride home in terms of I didn’t know where I was. I didn’t know how to get back. He was the only person who knew where I came from. It was a terrible and great moment of losing him, but then realizing I’m alone in a foreign country, and he gave me to this other man. I don’t know where I am.

You have been abandoned so many times. Your family abandoned you from when you were very young in so many ways. This man takes you and he abandons you some more. Where in the United States were you when he grabbed you? Where were you living?

We flew out of Philadelphia. I’m given to this other man. He’s a Black man. We got on a bus, and the bus breaks down. We were all instructed to get out and walk. The abductor had kicked me so my ribs were broken, and then he had gotten me out of the hospital. I can’t walk. I can’t keep up with the group.

Your original abductor kicked you or this new man kicked you?

The original abductor. It’s an interesting thing sometimes when people are doubtful of my experience, which I understand. If they’ve lived in America and they haven’t lived through war, it would be hard to relate to. I have a broken ribcage. I have a little groove on the top of my head. People don’t get post-traumatic stress at the level I’ve had from not having lived through the war.

I couldn’t keep up on the bus. The man who had put me in his “care,” pushed on my back and my broken ribs so I bit him, and then he wanted nothing to do with me. It was possible that his assignment was, “Go lose her in the bush and get rid of her.” I don’t know. He left me behind, so I’m in the bush at the height of the Rhodesian war by myself, a White child.

What happens next is a truck full of soldiers comes along, and I think, “This is going to be the end.” They’re fully armed. They’re looking at me. I don’t know the political situation, but I do know, “This might be the end of my eight miserable years. It’s going to be quick. They’re going to shoot me. It’s going to be the end.” What they did to my surprise is they picked me up and put me in the truck with them. I know they were heading back to one of the most dangerous places in the war.

When they sat me down, two soldiers had an argument over me. One wanted to shoot me, and one wanted to save me and care for me. My body said, “This is too much stress waiting to see who wins this argument,” so I went into a state of becoming overly parasympathetic, which can be called parasympathetic shock. I went unconscious. That’s mercy in the nervous system. For many trauma survivors, if it’s too overwhelming and the chances of survival are low, our body does mercy and takes us out.

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That man who won the argument chose to take me and drop me off near a village he thought would be sympathetic to a White child. I spent the night in a tree alone. In the morning, I made my way to that village. The women were singing while they worked. They were grinding corn and singing. I had never heard women sing with so much joy, aliveness, and presence. I crept closer, and then they spotted me. They were so startled to see a White child alone.

For those of us who live in these modern times where we have some integration, consider there the racism is so intense that these people had very little exposure to White people because there was no mixing. They ended up bringing me some food, which was ground corn called mielie meal. I ate it up, and they brought me water. I hadn’t had water in quite some time.

I was scared of people, so I would run away when they brought food to me, but I watched them. They didn’t come toward me, and they let me come toward them. That night, they brought me some sheepskin to cover me up. I was too afraid to go sleep in the huts, but they kept welcoming me in. The singing is what let me know that there was kindness present in them.

In the morning, the children welcomed me into the fire circle. One of the elder girls started telling a story. It was in Venda so I couldn’t understand it. She came to us from afar. She was welcoming me in and storing me in the group. She started putting black ash on my White skin. I realized she was making me look more like her and like the other children. It was the first experience of belonging and being held in a group or a community that I’d never had in my life.

She was laughing. I was such a frozen iceberg child. To see her laughter and her aliveness, I thought, “If I stay with these people, maybe I can become alive again.” They put black ash on me, on my clothes, and on my face. They were touching my blonde hair then. I thought, “I can make it if I can stay with these people.”

The children ran off, and there was a woman who came over. It was one of the women who had originally fed me. She starts singing and calling me over to her. I’m scared. I’m like, “She looks strong. She could beat me.” My ribs were all broken on this side, so I was defensive and protective, but she was calling me in. Her singing is different than my singing than I do, but I’m going to give you a sense of what that feels like to be called in.

She’s gesturing for me to come closer to her and continuing to sing to me. When I stand in front of her, she starts calling me to look into her eyes. I don’t look adults in the eyes because 1) I had so much shame inside me and 2) I was surrounded by mentally ill adults. I didn’t want to get their poison inside of me. She’s calling me over and over again and lifting up my chin to look at her. Finally, some part of me opens to trust her enough to look her in the eyes. It’s the first time I see mothering. I see somebody who has full intent to care for me and to shelter me.

I collapse forward in her arms. I let her be my mama. I let her be my shelter. She picks me up and carries me to the water. We would then go into the water. I believe she could sense all the hatred that had been put upon me by the abductor. She’s cleansing me and purifying me. In a way, from a Christian perspective, she was baptizing me. I’m seeing the black ash come off me in the water. That night, I sleep next to her. I’m holding onto her clothes because I want to make sure I know right where she is. I have a feeling, “I’ve been found. I’ve been welcomed home. I’m going to be safe as long as I’m with her.”

What a beautiful story, and what a blessing. You found an angel. When you were shot during the Rhodesian war in 1977, you also had two near-death experiences. Can you explain what you experienced during each of these near-death experiences? Your life was saved by the medicine song. Was it the same Zimbabwean woman?

Yes.

Can you tell us about that experience?

Yes, definitely. I wandered too far from the village. There was a creek that had a very positive experience for me. My mama and another mama had taken me to that river or that creek. They had undressed me and then put clay on my bruised ribs. He had kicked me and my whole back was purple. My broken ribs were beginning to heal. They had put clay all over me and then sang to me to get the hatred from him off my body so I wouldn’t go through life confused by his hatred.

They called me to sing back to them. At first, I refused. I was like, “I can’t sing,” but they kept calling me. When we have people who are showing us what’s possible and what life and vitality look like, it makes it more likely that we can mimic their aliveness. To my own surprise, I opened my voice and sang back to them as they were singing to me.

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This creek was a very positive place for me, so I wandered back there by myself. My research found out that a battle was starting in the field next to that creek. A soldier was scouting the area. He was on one side of the creek, and I was on my side of the creek. As soon as he spotted me, he pulled up his rifle. When his gun barrel became a circle, I knew there was no hope for me. There was no adult to protect me. There was no shelter to run to. He already had his full intent.

What was so heartbreaking for me is the people of the village who were teaching me that I was valuable and that I was a precious child, I couldn’t understand because he was Black. He looked like them. I couldn’t comprehend why he hated me so much and why he wanted to erase me. It was just seconds. He was so close I could see his finger pull the trigger.

What people have educated me on since then is that the scopes are meant for a longer distance. What I can put together is he was aiming here, but because he was so close, the scope was off. That’s why the bullet grazed the top of my head. It blew me off my feet. When I went down to the ground, I was so disoriented and so startled. Immediately, the blood was flowing from my head.

My awareness started to float up above my head. I could know that if my essence didn’t go back into my form, that was going to be the end of me. What was happening was I was watching the lights go out in me. I was watching my heart get quieter. I was watching my brain turn off. I thought, “There’s nothing I can do but watch this.”

Before the last light in my physical form went out, my awareness that was hovering from above went into my heart which was quiet. It went out of the back of my heart. I entered a big, vast tunnel that transported me quickly. The beauty that was beginning already was that I was so held, I no longer had to fight to survive. I no longer had to strategize how I am going to make it out of this alive because it was over. There was peace and serenity in having that struggle be over. This presence that was holding me dropped me off in a new place.

When I had a little bit more awareness and I could start to see again, there were two sisters. Their skin was black and they were wearing these beautiful yellow dresses. I knew them already. They gestured to this beautiful golden glowing sphere. The communication was telepathic. I knew if I went into that golden glowing sphere, all of me would be restored, that there would be complete peace, and I would be going home to my source. I had found a new family. For the first time, I was being a child that was cherished. I didn’t want to lose my new life.

I started struggling. I was like, “How can I get back to my life? How can I get back to my new family?” That struggle sent me backward from that scene. I fell backward. When I landed, I was in a new place that was gray and dark. I was struggling and fighting, and an elder man showed up. He looked fragile, but he was offering me his arm to help me up. I didn’t want to have his help, but I let him help me up. He guided me into a dark cave.

Is this the physical or the spiritual?

This is in the spiritual. This is my first death experience. He guided me through that cave and helped heal my shame in thinking that there was something wrong with me that made all the abuse happen. I could see through his eyes there was nothing about me to fix, nothing about me to change, and that I was okay as I was.

Once I understood that there was no shame and there was nothing to correct about me, we went out of the dark cave. We went into a cliff. At this point, I realized he was this divine being that could have gone anywhere, but he came there to help me through my dark cave. I didn’t get lost in avoiding and thinking, “If I fight against this shame inside me, then I won’t have to deal with it.” He helped me deal with that, transform it, and integrate it. My trust in him was absolute.

Telepathically, I asked him, “Where are we going?” He gestured, “We’re jumping off this cliff together.” I said, “Wherever you lead me, I will go.” We jumped off this cliff together, and we were like birds going through the night sky. I’ve done artwork about my death experience. I have an image of birds gliding in the night sky.

At a certain point, his time with me was done. He allowed me to journey on by myself. There was the golden glowing sphere that was much bigger. He said inside, “Go there, little girl.” I had my attachment still to work through with my family. I saw a field and thought, “Maybe my African family is down there.” I landed there, and then I became panicked that maybe they were hurt or injured. I had to find them to help them.

I was running through this grass. The more panicked I became, the taller this grass became. I didn’t find them, but I thought, “I think they’re injured. They’re down. They might be bleeding as I was bleeding.” I cried myself clear. When I was done crying from my concern for them, I heard rustling in the grass, so I made my way through. There, I met a being who was like the presence of peace. He had a narrow face, a beard, and a sheep herder staff. He was wearing a robe.

As I got close to him, he was like the presence of peace. When I stood before him, all my distress went away. He began to show me that his face was changing. His message to me was, “It’s not the form of myself that matters. It’s the connection.” He bent his forehead down to mine, and I could see as he sees. I saw that each of us is like a gem in this golden matrix where our loving kindness can connect us closer to one another. If we need to come home to our connection to ourselves and our connection to others, we can focus on our loving kindness and send that out in this golden matrix.

 

 

I understood that even if I lost my African family, I would still be connected to every life form, every frog, every mountain, every tree, and every being with that loving kindness in my own heart. He stood up, and I could then see him from my own perspective. My trust and my faith in him were absolute. The message I felt through him is, “Through me, you can connect to your divine source, your creator.”

I leaned my body and my presence into his presence. Through him, I traveled. We came out of this portal. We were looking at my body that was dead. I could see that I had bled out, and my African mama had found me. She had pulled my body up onto her lap. She was stopping the blood flow with her hand and was wailing into the sky. I wanted to comfort her. I wanted to let her know, “I’m fine. I’m free of pain. I’m here with my guide.” I wanted to comfort her and have her not be distressed that I’m crossing over and it’s a beautiful thing.

I began to rise up. As I was rising up, I was going through veils and layers. I eventually heard her change her wailing into singing. I was passing through more veils. I was fully focused on my experience. I was being purified. Beings were passing through me. Any low self-esteem thought that the abuse was my fault was being cleared out of me.

I reached a point where I could begin to see my creator that I call the divine source the Great Heart. I could go home to where I was a seed syllable sung into being by the Great Heart. Her song was starting to reach me. I could feel a difference in her song. I perceive that she called on the ancestors in the land to strengthen her calling song. My song is different than hers, but I’m going to give you a taste.

I had a choice. I could go back and respond to her calling song or I could go home to the Great Heart. When that song touched me, I remembered I hadn’t done my purpose. It was to sing medicine songs to people to call them home to say welcome home to their hearts as she was doing for me. That turned me around in the tunnel, and I journeyed back. Before I crossed back to my body, I was at the final veil. There, I met what I consider the grandmother of all of us. Her skin was black, and her eyes would change to all races and all colors. She sang to me as if I was a cathedral. She was singing this song inside me. She was getting transmitting to me, “When you go back, it will be so difficult. There will be more harm and more loss. I want you to remember that you always belong here. No matter what you have to do to survive, you always belong here to the Great Heart.”

With that, she sang me back through the final veil. My mama was singing to me and calling me back. I landed back in my body and felt so etheric. It was like the wind could blow through me. The only place that felt real was where she was touching me. More people had gathered. One of the men gathered me up in his arms and carried me back. He usually had a big beautiful smile on his face. I looked at his face, and he was so distressed from seeing me so weak and barely alive. They took me back and they were doing prayer. They were getting the hatred from the bullet off my head. I could read everyone. I knew all their thoughts, all their intent, and their love. I knew because they loved me so much that I was going to be okay.

That is amazing. I want to ask you. First of all, did you get the specific message that your mission was going to be to sing these medicine songs to people? Was that told to you during your near-death experience?

Yes. The last grandmother of all of us said, “Go help them remember who they are. Sing to them until they remember.” Also, I was shown by another being that there was going to be this art that they were going to give me. They would keep downloading me with all this art. The art was going to be directly from the divine source, not through me. I was to be the humble hand. They would keep sending it to me. Once I was safe, they would give me the same medicine and the images to draw.

You had two near-death experiences. Was it those two together with what you were describing?

After that, I was cared for. I was very weak from all that blood loss. There are no hospitals around there. It’s the height of the Rhodesian war. They cared for me. They didn’t take me anywhere because there was no hospital to take me to. Sadly, two days later, the soldiers came back. I was in a hut when the shooting started. The other mother hid me.

When the shooting stopped, she thought it was best to try and make a run for it. She had me on her hip and was running. The soldiers had not left, so she was shot from behind. We both went down. Me hitting the ground started my bleeding again. I wanted to be able to pull her with me, but I was eight. She was yelling at me to keep going. I was already weak. I had barely started walking myself. She had never yelled at me, but she yelled at me to go.

That’s been the hardest thing for me to heal, that I had to leave her behind. I’m not sure I’m healed from that. I ran as best as I could. I made it about another fifteen steps and went down again, face down from blood loss. I was probably out of range of the soldier’s sight so he didn’t shoot me. I’ve been able to retrace my steps. I’ve gone back twice and retraced my steps. I also know that I was running on sand. That’s part of why I fell forward. I fell forward, my blood pressure being so low. I had sand in my mouth.

I crossed over again and had a very different experience. It was a white landscape. There was a being that was singing to me. The song was, “You will live.” It’s like the nursery rhyme of the Three Blind Mice. He showed me this record player and the record was scratched. I thought, “This record should get thrown away because it’s damaged.”

His great booming voice said, “The woundedness is how I find you. The places that were broken open is where we’re also broken through to let divine source rearrange us and re-enliven us.” I said, “Who’s speaking to me?” I got moved closer to him. I saw a blue man. His skin was a beautiful purple-blue. He had a black bun on his head. There were all kinds of ornamentation and decoration around him. He was sitting in a lotus position. He was both intimidating and so beautiful. I knew that with one hand, he could create a mountain, and with the other hand, he could destroy it.

He showed me these two land planes colliding together, rising up to make a mountain. His message to me was, “Out of destruction makes a new creation.” What he was telling me was, “You lost everybody that you loved. You are alone in the world. This looks like there is no future for you, but out of this destruction, I’m going to make a new creation for you. You are part of something. You are part of a divine plan. You had to be broken open in this depth or this level so that you could understand other people’s suffering and loss and grow into compassion about the ways that human beings get broken down.”

 

 

He returned me to my body and commanded me to crawl forward. He commanded me each moment. I didn’t want to live. I lost everyone I love. He said, “You will get to the well. In the morning, someone else will find you.” He commanded every crawling forward. I couldn’t get up, so I was pulling myself forward, pushing with my feet.

In the morning, a woman that I know found me half barely alive. She washed the blood off my face, put me on her back as if I was her own child, and took me back to her homestead. When other people saw that she had a wounded White child, they said, “Don’t bother with her. It’s too dangerous.” That was because if she was caught by the White government, she would’ve been accused of abducting me. If she was caught by the more extreme soldiers, then they would’ve considered her siding with the enemy.

She hid me. She also said to those people, “She’s a living human being. I won’t throw her away.” It is because of her caring and her mothering beyond race because she didn’t know I was American that, I’m alive. Almost everything I do is to repay her kindness and her courage. I wrote my book for her. I sing for her. I got to go back, visit her grave, bow down my head, say thank you, and sing to her when her granddaughter was with me.

Maemu is her granddaughter. I’ve gotten to reunite with her. One of my longer videos on YouTube shows my reuniting with Maemu. It was a miracle that I was able to go back and find her. She hugged me. She was almost picking me up. She checked my head to make sure I was okay. It was the most profound reunion moment of my life. To have her hold me again forty years after the war was beyond any other healing. I had to do so much healing to get ready to go back to the place where I’d experienced so much trauma, but having her hold me and love me again, there aren’t even words to describe it.

When you returned to the United States, how old were you then? What was your life like when you returned, and now you are going back to another traumatic situation?

Maemu and her grandmother did take me across to South Africa to give me to the nearest White farming family who said, “We’ll try and find her family.” They didn’t know I was American. I got an infection and started to die again, so they took me to a hospital in Polokwane in South Africa. From there, it was figured out I was American. An agent escorted me back on a flight back to America, and my father picked me up at the Philadelphia airport.

This is a family of secrecy. This is a family that can’t handle the challenge of what I had been through. When so many families don’t feel adequate to deal with a traumatic story, they say, “Don’t talk about it. It never happened.” When I tried to speak of it, my mother hit me and said, “Don’t ever talk about this again,” so I didn’t. I repressed it all down.

When you repress trauma, you have to repress the good parts too. All of it had to go. I suppressed it back down and lived through many more years of very severe abuse in my neighborhood and from my family. When I was a teenager, because of the stress, I started having episodes of my body shutting down so much, going so far into parasympathetic. I had no heart rate. I had no breath. I had to be revived again by the AED several times. Once I got to college is when I started my healing process.

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It’s amazing with your background that you were even able to go to college.

My strategy was overachieving. My strategy was to look fine, be an honor student, have three sports, and overachieve, which is a terrible tension. I had to be perfect. It took me years to allow making mistakes and imperfections. I was getting some opera training and vocal training, and I forgot my lines. I was doing a performance and forgot my lines. I was like, “This is a huge accomplishment for me to forget my lines because I’m not perfect. That’s great.” It took me years to relax and not have to hold such a high standard for myself.

That achievement must have gotten you into college. You probably had scholarships or whatever because you went to a college. You went for a bachelor’s degree. Did you go further on after that also?

I didn’t because I had so much creative work to do. Honestly, I’m not much of a rule follower. I’ve looked at different programs, but I got so much from my death experiences. I’ve done tons of training.

You didn’t go for the whole college-bound experience. You graduated beyond that.

I am a cranial psychotherapist. I have training in polyvagal theory and a lot in interpersonal neurobiology. I love training. Before COVID, I was going all over the country. I spent thousands of dollars on training. Professional training is a better value than a Master’s degree, in my opinion. It is teaching the real world how to work with clients. I can get so much training in three days that’s way less expensive than a Master’s degree. I did the math and figured, “I’m going to put this together.” It’s challenging because then, I don’t get the credentials behind my name, but when people work with me, they can feel it.

I wanted to ask you. This is a big question for a lot of people. How were you able, with all of this, to forgive each of your parents, the man who abducted you, and the man who shot you? Is it possible to forgive a person and choose to detach from them because they’re dangerous for you still at the same time? How did that come about? How old were you? What was going on when you finally were able to work on what they call forgiveness, which is about you letting it go and not about you still remembering what happened? How did that happen to you? It’s miraculous that you were able to do that.

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Surviving Trauma: Anger is incredibly valuable in the early stages of our healing because it helps us stand up and say, “I’m worthy of being treated well.”

 

I like to talk about forgiveness being an outcome of your other trauma resolution instead of necessarily something to aim for. Sometimes, people can try to do it too early out of religious pressure or idea. Do your trauma resolution work and inventory your history. At some point, there might be a natural inspiration. I was motivated because I was so tired of being burnt up by anger. Anger is incredibly valuable in the early stages of our healing because it helps us stand up and say, “I’m worthy of being treated well.”

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Anger needs to be present for women who are in abusive situations for them to get out. Too much false forgiveness lets people keep tolerating an abusive situation. That’s why I say, “Let’s look at that late stage in the healing process and not try to do some concept of generosity when you aren’t being treated with generosity.” Self-compassion, self-kindness, and self-care are getting out of an abusive situation.

For each person, it was a different process. For my mom, it had to be a very body-oriented process. It came through my menstrual cycles. Each menstrual cycle, I would have my grief about her life that she hadn’t done her healing work and that she was so psychologically unwell. She alienated me because I left home at nineteen and never went back. Part of my grief about her not doing her healing work motivates me to make it appealing to other people. I’m like, “Get started. Find your entry point. Find your particular avenue.” It doesn’t have to be psychotherapy. How can movement, dance, community, and being of service be our avenues to get our trauma resolution work even get started? We can’t do that work by ourselves.

For my dad, it was one of my Buddhist teachings. I went to a Buddhist retreat and had an amazing Tibetan Lama. I went in with the attempt, “I’m going to sit with my repulsion of my father until it’s transformed.” Through this Buddhist teaching and listening to him speak the teachings in Tibetan and then translate them to English, my body would sweat out this horrid emotional sweat. I would have to run out of the room and go take a shower before I could be around anyone. Fortunately, it was a silent retreat.

With the abductor, it was EMDR therapy. I lived in fear. If I even thought about him, I got filled with terror. I did an EMDR where in the EMDR therapy, which is the rapid eye movement going back and forth, my mind got to see him age backward until he was a distressed infant. That helped my nervous system feel like he was once vulnerable. He wasn’t always this terrifying psychopath. He was once vulnerable. He was distressed. Instead of being a child terrified by him as a psychopath, I could change the relationship to being a mothering presence to that distressed infant. It shifted it for me.

For the man who shot me, that took many layers. As I was rising up in my death experience, I could see him in the generational context of oppression that it had happened in the humiliation. It had happened to his father through oppression and de-masculinizing, which then makes him an aberrant masculine. It was at a singing retreat. The teacher’s name, I can’t recall at the moment, but we did an exercise.

There was somebody who was pretending to be a perpetrator. They were pretending to be the man who shot me. He was walking around singing, “I love you, Robin Aisha.” My mind accepted that in his highest form, he would want to say, “I love you, Robin Aisha.” It was this moment. I was ready. I had cultivated being open to that. This person stood at the right angle from which he had shot me, and my whole being shifted. I no longer needed to be in fear, repulsion, or anger. It was a different moment from there forward.

You stopped having anything to do with your parents. Once you reached adulthood, you’ve forgiven them, but you know that they’re not good for you so you remain detached. Are they both still alive?

No. They both crossed over. I can’t emphasize that enough. You don’t have to be in contact or speak a word to people to do forgiveness work. It is your own purification. It is your own sitting with and abiding with what needs to be seen and finding your unique avenue. It was always so much embodiment. It was a different avenue for each half of forgiveness that I did. I never told them anything about my forgiveness process and I never discussed it with them because I left home at nineteen. I had very minimal contact with them.

 

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They wanted everything brushed under the rug anyway. Secrecy was there.

It was never discussed. They never know what happened to me because, throughout their life, they pretended that nothing was wrong.

You disappeared. Was there a reaction? You don’t know. That’s amazing. You’re an adult and you go for training as a craniosacral therapist and specialize in trauma resolution. How did that help you to heal from trauma? Could you explain to our audience what craniosacral therapy is and how it helps people?

I waited until I was about 37 before I went to massage school so that I had enough of my own healing. I still had to continue much more. I still always do my own healing practices. I wanted to be done enough of the raw trauma content that I felt like my nervous system was regulated enough that I could be of service to others.

I went to massage school and specialized in craniosacral therapy training. A quick summary of that is working with the cerebral spinal fluid, the fluid around the brain around the nervous system. That has a rhythm or a pulse to it. When a practitioner is able to perceive that pulse, we’re working with the original corrective force of the body. When we’re embryos and developing, the fluids in the body are part of that shape, like the river that shapes the banks. It’s from an embryological perspective working with a nervous system. It ends up benefiting the brain and organs.

Our heart has a rhythm. Our lymph system has a rhythm. Our cerebral spinal fluid has a rhythm. Our organs have a rhythm. When we can come back to getting coherent, it’s like musicians playing well together. In my years in practice so far, I have seen the most amazing recoveries from brain injury, organ health, trauma resolution, and people coming back home to themselves. They’re calming down a nervous system that may have grown up in danger and never known peace in the first place.

One of my favorite teachers, Pema Chödrön, is a Buddhist teacher. She says, “When people are told, ‘Just relax,’ that’s an incomplete instruction.” If a person grew up unsafe, they don’t know how to relax. Things like yoga, movement, dance, craniosacral therapy, and acupuncture can help people learn how to relax if they have never known peace in their nervous system.

You used craniosacral therapy to help people. It’s one of your modalities. It’s one of your tools. Full disclosure, I have had craniosacral therapy, and it was very helpful to me. There is a lot of communication. At least for me, there was the other side with information coming in about my trauma, what I was needing to heal, and all of that.

The other gift you got from your near-death experience is you’re also a medical health intuitive. You see a person’s gift, strengths, and the underlying cause of their physical, emotional, and spiritual distress. How does that look to you? When you look at someone, how do you see all of that, both the pain and the gifts? What does that appear to you?

First, I’ll say as far as my personality type and how I’m wired, I was born already intuitive. The abuse, having to read adults, and then five near-death experiences were easy for me. From the Myers-Brigg, I’m an INFJ, which means my intuition is my top strength. It’s easy for me. I can do it all day long. When I look at people, I see internally. I can see organs. I can see brains. Sometimes, I see little videos of people’s history. Sometimes, people get a little concerned. I can turn it on and off quite well so I can respect people’s privacy.

I do this when I have people’s permission. I can sense and feel, especially when I do the singing medicine. That opens it up even more. Since COVID, I shifted to online processions and started doing drawings for people. That’s been super fun to also have another avenue to tap into my intuition and give both of us a visual map of their issues.

I’ve done a lot of training in attachment trauma and attachment resolution. It’s polyvagal theory and interpersonal neurobiology. If I’m matching my intuition, I can see things inside people. I don’t see auras. I see internal. I can also sense and feel their gifts. It’s as plain to me as looking at their faces. I have, over the years, developed an ability that I can turn it down or I can turn it up.

What a blessing because many people are not in touch with their own gifts. You’re able to help them to know that. I’ll bet many people are surprised when you talk with them and tell them, “I’m seeing this gift that you have.” They’ve probably ignored it all their lives, and you probably awaken it in them.

The thing I love about being this much of an empath, and then also, I have a lot of training in being a compassionate witness, is that when you mirror back somebody’s experience and say it with compassion, then people feel seen and validated. That’s the underlying need of all humans. It is to be seen, understood, and say, “I care that you are hurting. I care that you’ve been carrying this all your life.” Doing that frees people up to do their own healing in their body and their being in their nervous system.

What I love to do is call people home to themselves. I’m not a fan of the term soul loss because our soul is fine. Our vitality can get either compressed in our body or might leave up and out back behind. I’m able to see that also and say, “How about we call some of your vitality back into your physical form so your organs can function better as well as your relationships?”

 

 

When somebody is a ghost, other people can’t find them to relate to them. Other people might be dismissive or abusive because they’re not sensing the other person’s presence in their body. It’s one of my favorite things to do to help people come back to themselves so they can have more agency and familiarity with their own body sensations. That’s the place we can say yes or no to what we rarely want in life.

That’s beautiful. I want to say a little touch on a different subject. You’re an INFJ. I am an ENFJ.

I see that.

It makes total sense. Everyone’s going to say, “What are they talking about?” We’re talking about the Myers-Briggs personality test. It’s very enlightening. Tell us about your singing medicine. I know it harnesses the power of the human singing voice. What is that like for you, and what would you like to explain to people about that?

It was opened to me when my mama and then other people in Zimbabwe sang to me. With my voice, I’m allowing a divine source to come through and say, “I see you. You’re real. You matter. You’re a whole human being even if you don’t feel like it.” What I’m doing is I’m calling on the song that’s in the land, which is why my singing sounds different than if I had been continued to be raised in Zimbabwe. I’m calling on the song that’s in the land underneath me.

I’m listening to the song that people are born with. Each person’s born with a song. I then carry certain medicine songs that were gifted to me. It’s a combination of that. I can hear it ahead of time before it comes through my mouth. When I’m on sacred land or with a person who’s ready, I’m opening my mouth and breathing in and breathing out. It’s so much of not about me.

You’re channeling it. You’re giving this song and channeling it. It’s coming through. You heal people. I’ve been part of a session when you sang to me also, and it was amazing. I want to ask you also. You have an inspiring story. You had a veteran singing medicine. Tell us about that.

I was at a mind-body-medicine training at Esalen. My colleagues were asking me about singing medicine. I said, “Why don’t I do it for you?” We got together. If you’ve ever been to Esalen, it’s this beautiful ocean view. I started singing to this small group. There was one Iraq vet in the group, and then she brought another Iraq vet friend. That man said, “Wait right here. I have to get my friend. He needs to be sung to.” He brought his friend back who was Iraqi, and I sang to him. He was so ready to be with his grief. He was so available and willing to be vulnerable.

He went down on his knees and was sobbing. I was down on my knees with him. The whole group was crying. Afterward, I thought, “If that had been on film, that could have been so helpful to so many veterans and so many men to be witness to his willingness to receive.” Much of what I’m doing is mothering as I was cared for. It became a dream of mine to make a documentary about singing to veterans. We are editing that. I found a group in Oakland, California. They were very receptive. I went down and sang to them. It was life-changing for me.

You asked earlier about how this changes me. When I was a girl and abducted by that man, I had no power. I couldn’t do anything to help heal him. As an adult, for me to go back and sing to veterans, having been shot by a soldier and abducted by a soldier, it was completing this full circle and this place where I could now give my healing and my gift.

I didn’t know that what I’d do would be relevant for inner-city Black men who are huge veterans. They loved it. They wept, and they leaned into me. It broke down my own ideas of who I can be helpful to. We interviewed them afterward. This big dude was crying. He was like, “It reminded me of when my grandma sang to me.” He could hardly get through the interview. It’s being edited. It will be out on my YouTube channel soon.

That’s wonderful.

One woman who had been in Iraq said, “Before Iraq, I sang to my children. When I came back from Iraq, I didn’t sing anymore. Your singing to me brought something back that I lost during being a soldier. I’m going to sing again.” I thought, “I’m good. If I can bring that full circle, there’s nothing more meaningful.”

That’s wonderful. I am such a proponent of people healing, whatever modality works for them. That’s why there are so many different modalities and healers on my site. One of the things your singing does is sometimes, the trauma is so horrific that they can’t talk about it or they can’t process it. Your singing goes right to the root of it and takes care of that. It makes it easier for them without them having to go through the other steps. Would you say that’s correct?

I would agree. I’m adding in the compassion piece. I did a compassion training program through Stanford. That’s big medicine. That’s all the crux of what we need. One definition of trauma isn’t necessarily the severity of the events that happened. It’s, did you have to go through it alone? Children can go through all kinds of tough stuff.

If they have parents who said, “I’m so sorry,” and let them cuddle them up and love them up afterward, they’re not going to have post-traumatic stress. It’s about getting received back and held by the clan, the group, or your mama. The singing brings that right back. It’s this mama love. It goes right to the nervous system. I agree with you. Psychotherapy isn’t for everyone. It was huge in my healing process, but I don’t want people to think that they can’t heal if psychotherapy isn’t appealing to them.

There are all these different paths and different roads. My whole concept is to find your path. Listen to people and what speaks to you for your path. The other thing you talk about is aligned power. People fear being powerful. That also applies to setting boundaries. Could you talk with us a little bit about that?

The biggest thing I’ve found in terms of why people are repressed in addition to the trauma and the attachment trauma is sometimes, we haven’t had good role models of what is it like to be in our authentic power. I had to go through layer after layer because my intuition became stronger. The potency in my hands became stronger.

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At a certain point, I had to wonder, “Will I misuse this being able to affect people so much?” I had to laugh at myself. If I’m that concerned about misusing power, I don’t think I have to worry about it because my intent is to help people and enliven them and empower them. When people have been abused as a child, we get this negative association with power is power over instead of power within.

The way I do my singing medicine, my art, and writing my book takes courage. That takes having some guts to stand up and say, “I wrote my book. Here it is. I’m submitting to publishers.” You have to be bold to do that, outrageously bold sometimes. When we can own, “The creator gave me this gift,” it’s our responsibility to have it show up in the world. It’s my responsibility to eat well so that my mind is clear so I can do my art, write my books, and do my thing.

Taking responsibility for the gifts that we have been given is scary. It’s not for sissies. That’s what I love to help people do and get a redefine. They’re like, “I can be powerful.” A lot of us have in our psyche and our karma what it’s been like to be oppressed or killed for being powerful, or being a seer for standing up and having a bold voice. There are those two elements to do. It’s the courage to take responsibility for the gifts we’ve been given and our karmic history that got taken out for being powerful.

A lot of times, it’s a lot easier. I experienced this by staying under the radar instead of owning my power. It’s not owning your power over it. It’s owning your internal power as to your awareness of who you are and what you can do. How does this apply to setting boundaries? A lot of people are such people pleasers. They have the power to protect themselves and advocate for themselves, but they’re afraid. Do you have anything you’d like to say to people about that?

Coming to that, it is making sure you’re included in the people that you’re giving compassion to or that you’re being of service to. In certain circumstances, if you’re dealing with somebody who is trotting on your boundaries, make yourself the person who you’re taking care of in this situation. It might mean leaving the room. It might mean leaving the marriage. It might mean leaving the workplace.

It’s that self-compassion piece along with embodiment. If somebody says something rude or mean, you can feel it right away in your body and be like, “I’m not up for that. That’s not interesting to me. It’s boring to me. I’m gone.” It’s being able to feel your yes or your no and feel your sense of worth, then it helps make it easier to discern.

Here’s a great way to set boundaries that I’ve learned. It’s, “I don’t like that it.” It doesn’t require an explanation. You’re not psychoanalyzing them. You’re not saying, “You’re doing that because of your attachment trauma and your unresolved trauma. Therefore, I’m going to leave.” There are all kinds of arguments going in.

It’s too woo-woo.

It’s too neurobiology-based. To say, “I don’t like that. I didn’t like to be spoken to that way,” is non-negotiable. It’s subjective.

If the person says to you, “That’s too bad. I’m still going to do this,” then you have a choice to detach and leave. You’re like, “Bye,” or however you can manage to do that. You speak about the dangers of us-them thinking. That makes someone else the other. There is a pandemic all over the world of this us-them thinking of the other. What would you like to say about that with your experience?

When Mealuse found me, she could have left me, but she said, “She’s part of the humanity that I’m going to help. She is a living human being. I’m not going to throw her away.” She did the opposite of othering me. She welcomed me, took care of me, and hid me. There is this core foundation in my worldview of who I am. How can we be welcoming to others? We need to do our own trauma resolution work to be welcoming to ourselves so that we have the capacity to extend compassion.

When I was in my Stanford training, empathy is being with the suffering of another. We can get spun or get empathic distress from that. Compassion is a more stable place moving over into, “What are the ways that I can be of service to reduce the suffering of another?” Sometimes, we can’t do physically anything. Sometimes, we can’t be Red Cross and go in, pick somebody up, and take them out of a situation, but we can be a witness.

I send a singing prayer to Ukraine. I send a singing prayer when I pass a car accident. I stop my conversation and do prayer for that person at that moment. Us being attentive and mindful in our own life increases our capacity to be welcoming to others. When we haven’t done our trauma resolution, our limbic brain is more likely to categorize somebody as unsafe.

Bessel van der Kolk has a powerful, content-filled book titled The Body Keeps the Score. He goes through a very careful laying out of when we are hypervigilant, we are quicker to see the danger that may be minor or maybe something we could work through with that person. Our nervous systems are looking for a welcome or warning. When we haven’t done our work yet, our limbic brain is hyper-vigilantly scanning, “How could this person look like a perpetrator that has harmed me before? How can I associate that?”

One of my other colleagues talks about over-coupling. For me, I was abducted by a White man. I was shot by a Black soldier. I could over-couple those things and then never have relationships with men at all. I have uncoupled those things so that I can see a person and meet them as they are. I don’t immediately viscerally have a response.

You don’t put them in the same basket. It’s the stereotype, “All people are like this or all people are like that.” You’re able to see the essence of the person.

That’s a brain event. Frontal is able to think that through. Limbic over-categorizes. When we feed ourselves well and exercise, we’re taking care of our brain health.

This is fascinating. You speak to this. Please explain to everyone how trauma or healing can be passed down to generations and how our various relationships are affected when we grow and heal. I have my own stories about this, but I’d like to hear from you about that. You grow up in a family and what you’re going through is the history of every single thing that has happened to them. It happened to you. It also happened to me in my life. On the other hand, I have experienced also that as you heal, it also affects relationships. Would you like to speak about that?

There’s a great teacher who does ancestral healing ceremonies, Malidoma Somé. He has a great term that he coined called ancestralialized, meaning that even once our elders have crossed over spiritually, is there clarity? There are different programs that suggest you can tap into your ancestors before the war, the famine, or the oppression.

When we look back, if we go far back in our family tree enough, there’s going to be someplace where our ancestors have been the oppressor or the oppressed. Nobody has the total corner on the market of having to be oppressed. Were our ancestors the initiator of war or the sufferers of war? Going back to that ancestor who has done their spiritual work, can we call on them to say, “Can you please help the disruption or the place generationally where the alcoholism started?”

The more I do this work, and the last time I did the math, I’ve done about 16,000 sessions and probably more than that, is that war is the crux of so much suffering. Much dysfunction in families is when the people who fought in it come back differently or don’t come back. What’s the gap? I went to a conference in South Africa and was talking with a woman who, during apartheid, lost so many people from the violence and apartheid. They had six people at their table before apartheid. By the end of apartheid, they had two people left at the dinner table because of the violence. How do people heal from that?

Think about the Holocaust. I know people who are children of Holocaust survivors. The anxiety and the trauma were passed to them.

When I’ve worked with children of Holocaust survivors, it is being able to differentiate their nervous systems. If they have a parent who can’t even get started in the healing process, then the research shows that the next generation has so much more organ problems, autoimmune diseases, and anxiety that they don’t know where it comes from.

Adyashanti has a great phrase that I love. It’s that resolving trauma is about having companionship. It’s having somebody say, “I see you. I understand that this was so painful and disorienting. The loss was so strong.” Having that compassionate witness can go a long way. I love things like EMDR therapy and this amazing technique.

When someone uses one of these wonderful modalities and they start to heal, how does that affect the family system? Let’s you’ve got a family system that’s mired in dysfunction with the ancestral legacy. If one cog in that wheel or that person decides that they’re going to do their healing work, how does that affect the people that are still in the system?

That’s an intriguing question. The best way to find out is to try it out. Be that cog in the system that does the healing. It’s surprising the people who will want to come closer and the people who will move further away from you. The research shows that when we are no longer ambivalent about healing and we increase our confidence, we, too, can heal.

At this point, when I have stuff come up, I’m completely confident that I can work through it. I know how to shake. I know how to have grief. I know how to do these things. It’s like, “In twenty minutes, I might feel differently than I do right now. In two hours, I can shift this.” Confidence is the biggest factor in moving from ambivalence to commitment.

When other people around you see, “They worked through that and their confidence has grown,” when the next distressing life thing comes up and I have the confidence, I can grieve I can be angry. I can feel sad. I’m not going to avoid it. I’m not going to fight it. Other people are going to say, “Either I want to come closer and find out how you did that,” or, “You’re pushing on my denial and my avoidance. I’m going to make you the bad guy. I’m going to find a reason to get away. I’m going to blame you as I go out the door.”

I’m asking the question because I did it in my family. I was the person to break the legacy in my family. Some people stayed behind, and other people said, “I want some of what you’re doing.” I see their relief. It’s not easy to have the courage to heal and stand up against all those family systems, those thoughts, and all. When you do it, you’re seeding the possibility in others. They have a choice as to what they want to do.

 

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The willingness to leave that family system is an energetic statement of, “I’m not going to keep tolerating this.” I like to tell people, “It’s okay. We don’t owe anything.” I didn’t go back from my mom’s funeral. I didn’t even get invited to my dad’s. That’s okay with me because I did my own ceremony with people who are safe. When we are ready to be willing to give up belonging to an unhealthy clan, then we can do all kinds of things. I have friends that are the people in my life. I’m not adhering to systems that honestly I’m too big and too healthy for.

You get to now choose your own tribe. I’m in the same position. I get to choose my own tribe. I don’t want to go back to the old hurtful ways of being. You are so wonderful. I’m sure the people who are reading are like, “I want some of what they are talking about.” Would you like to describe to everyone your various online healings? I am looking forward to interviewing you about your upcoming memoir and docuseries. You’re even setting some of your medicine songs to music. Keep going. Fill us in.

One of my colleagues says, “When you transform trauma energy, it becomes creative energy.” I laugh at myself sometimes. I have friends who help me go out and play. I have so many creative ideas. I’m working on so many projects at once. I am recording my singing medicine. I have found a sound engineer. We’re adding some accompaniment to it. There’ll be more of that. I have an art deck coming. There are two.

Tell us about the art deck. What’s the art deck?

One will be on trauma resolution, which will go with my trauma resolution book. Another will be on empowerment, purpose, and making meaning.

It sounds like a wonderful gift to give someone.

I have so much art.

I’ve seen some of it, and it’s wonderful. What about your docuseries?

That’s a longer-term project. It’s about what we were talking about that. There are so many ways to heal and inspire people. It’s showing, “What does dance look like? What does my singing to veterans look like? What are all the pathways to coming home to embodiment? What does eating well look like?” It doesn’t matter to me where people get started if they can shift from that ambivalence to some level of self-commitment, whether it’s about cleaning up your diet or getting a non-inflammatory diet, or busting out your creative things with your kids.

Behind me is my artwork made into a blanket. You can do all kinds of things. The more we do our creativity and the more we do our healing, the more we can be of service. It becomes exponential. It’s so much fun to help other people heal. I’m doing five-person groups. They are classes online. At certain points, I might need to take little sabbaticals from that to work on my bigger projects and get things out in the world. That’s an offering that you can find on my website.

Turning lemons into lemonade does not do your story justice. It’s amazing. With what you’ve been through, you have a life where you can experience true joy when you didn’t even think you were going to be alive. All of that happened to you. What is the Robin Aisha Landsong tip for finding joy in life?

I’m feeling it in my body. Your breath, meditation, movement, and nourishment all come back to coming home to your body’s sensations. How many thousands of hours have I been in meditation?

What type of meditation? Is there a particular type of meditation?

I’ve done different things through the years. Being a craniosacral therapist puts me into a Delta brain state. At some point, I spent about fifteen hours a week in Delta brain state when I had my active practice. I do a meditation where I focus on breathing about five breaths in and out through each of my chakras all the way down. I don’t have any earth signs in my astrology, so I need to ground down all the time. It’s super easy for me to be expansive. I have to root the chakra to a second chakra. That’s why movement, dance, and touch are all so key. It’s embodiment.

That’s an extension of self-love. For me, when they pulled me out of the car and a voice came into my head and said, “Be loving and kind to everyone,” I took that to be. That means me too. A tip for finding joy in life is to allow yourself. Would you agree? It’s to allow yourself to be loving and kind not only to others but to yourself. Embrace yourself to be able to have those moments. Joy and sorrow can exist at the same time.

The further I got in reducing the trauma in my nervous system, the easier it got to do self-care. When I was this full, I would eat things that were going to cause pain in my body. Since the ratio is this way, I’m living a pleasure-filled life. I don’t want that to be short-term gratification food. I want that to be food that’s nourishing, yummy, and healthy, and I’m going to feel good five hours later. My joints aren’t going to hurt and my skin’s not going to hurt because of what I ate. I eat a super clean diet. I haven’t had sugar in several years. I don’t eat wheat, dairy, and corn, and I’m happy.

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You’re happy and feeling well. If there was anyone on this planet who deserves to be happy and feeling well, it’s you. I want to thank you from my heart for sharing your incredible story with our audience and for being the amazing channel of love and healing that you are. It’s an honor and privilege to talk with you. I am already looking forward to doing it again with all the new things that are going to be coming into your life when that time is right. Here’s a loving reminder, everyone. Make sure to follow us and like us on social @IreneSWeinberg on Instagram, Facebook, and wherever you find your social media. As I like to say, and it applies when it comes to Robin, to be continued, many blessings, and bye for now. Thank you so much.

You are welcome.

Thank you so much from my heart. All I can say is this has been amazing. We will be back, Robin and I, to be sure. Thank you all so very much, and thanks again, Robin.

 

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