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Five minute video with Singing Medicine to feel our innate worthiness. Eight minute video highlighting key moments of story (full talk below).
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Robin Landsong full hour talk of her NDEs, including short videos of her return trip to Zimbabwe, and the people who taught her how to love bravely.
April 2017 - Location of my first family, first hospital in Zimbabwe and second hospital in South Africa all found!
After 3 tries we finally found the location of the first homestead of the family that took me in and gave me a most healing experience of mothering. This is also where I was shot, and where I survived an attack on the homestead. To read more and see pictures.....
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Photos by Vanessa Bristow
Maemu & Robin Reunited !
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April 23rd - As we drove into our destination we saw people coming from the other direction on a cart pulled by two donkeys. John recognized Maemu. We immediately stopped the vehicle and got out. Maemu and I had a totally unplanned spontaneous meeting right there. It was one of the most important moments of my life. John wrote from his perspective, read more.....
Thank you to everyone who has donated to make my first return trip in 40 years a reality!
When I was eight years old, an American man abducted me and took me to Rhodesia (now Zimbabwe). He eventually abandoned me there, but I was taken in and cared for by the people of a small tribal village.
It was the height of the Rhodesian Bush War and this was a dangerous time. One day, a soldier spotted me alone by a river and shot me. The bullet grazed my head and I began to die from blood loss. People from my village found me and saved my life. Some days later the soldiers attacked my village. I still don’t know if anyone else survived. I was found unconscious, cared for by people of a nearby village, and eventually taken to a hospital in South Africa. From there, I was returned to the United States.
Through the amazing work of many kind people, I have found someone who remembers me: her name is Maemu. She remembers playing with me after her grandmother rescued me from the remains of my village and took care of my gunshot wound. Maemu’s account matched remarkably with my own. She has also provided helpful details regarding what happened.
This April my husband and I have an incredible invitation to stay with the couple who helped us locate Maemu. This is our window of opportunity to meet with Maemu, and perhaps find survivors from my village.
I believe that by doing this journey, something that has been incomplete may become whole, and I will be able to share it in a way that benefits others. I am feeling excited, and grateful. Update: Our crowd funder reached 101% of our goal ! Thank You.
It was the height of the Rhodesian Bush War and this was a dangerous time. One day, a soldier spotted me alone by a river and shot me. The bullet grazed my head and I began to die from blood loss. People from my village found me and saved my life. Some days later the soldiers attacked my village. I still don’t know if anyone else survived. I was found unconscious, cared for by people of a nearby village, and eventually taken to a hospital in South Africa. From there, I was returned to the United States.
Through the amazing work of many kind people, I have found someone who remembers me: her name is Maemu. She remembers playing with me after her grandmother rescued me from the remains of my village and took care of my gunshot wound. Maemu’s account matched remarkably with my own. She has also provided helpful details regarding what happened.
This April my husband and I have an incredible invitation to stay with the couple who helped us locate Maemu. This is our window of opportunity to meet with Maemu, and perhaps find survivors from my village.
I believe that by doing this journey, something that has been incomplete may become whole, and I will be able to share it in a way that benefits others. I am feeling excited, and grateful. Update: Our crowd funder reached 101% of our goal ! Thank You.
Robin at 8 years old
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 Robin Aisha Landsong working on her upcoming memoir at Esalen Institute - Big Sur, California.
My devotion in all my arts, Visual Art, Writing, Singing Medicine, and Craniosacral Therapy, is to inspire people to know they belong, are good enough, uniquely gifted, and loved. In this knowing we reveal our natural courage to act from our basic goodness, and live as a society that takes care of one another. |