Workshops:
Praising What We Loved – A Grief Ceremony
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"You gave me a part of my life back and I will always remember that. Don't stop doing what you do best. You both have a special gift."
“This is by far the most beautiful, precious, delicious, alive, centered, full workshop experience I have ever been to. I am deeply grateful.” “I feel grounded and positive about my future.” “Sound - rhythm - movement - breath. Opening to the ‘ancient future’ of our connections. Thank you for the work you do together. It is powerful good medicine, and I am grateful for my first experience.” |
Videos of Robin's story:
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.
2019 Update - We returned to South Africa and Zimbabwe in April 2019. More people came forward that remembered me. I found out key information that I had been in the hands of the most dangerous soldiers and one of them argued to save my life. I was also included in a ceremony where I received a vision from the Ancestors. I am still integrating what this means to me. When we are ready we will share the video of the ceremony. The best way to hear updates is to sign up on my newsletter at the bottom of the page, or friend me on Facebook.
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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.....
Photos by Vanessa Bristow
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.