Young Girl DIES TWICE in CIVIL WAR; Meets BEINGS in HEAVEN That SHOW Her the TRUTH! with Robin Landsong

Alex Ferrari 0:00
Tell me what happened to you when you left this realm.

Robin Landsong 0:03
And so it was 1977. So post Vietnam War. And like I said, exposed to a lot of unsafe adults. And one of them spotted me and said, I believe as best as I've been able to put together, there was a Soldier of Fortune magazine was actually recruiting soldiers, Vietnam vets to fight in the Rhodesian war, because the Rhodesian government didn't have enough people on their side. So theoretically, as best as I can put together, there was a spring edition of that soldier Fortune magazine that was literally in writing like there was an advertisement cumbia man among men, you can have a gun in your hand, and be here will even send you money for that ticket. So I believe he was going to fight in that war. And in his mind, he was going to get a daughter, which is me. And so he watched that I walked home from school and pick me up after right at the end of the school year and treated me. People asked, Did you know he was mentally not Well, and, of course, he was threatening my life right away. And so the strange thing about already being an abuse survivor is I was already quite quick to respond to use my intuition to read adults and figure out what do I need to be to survive their mental thought process? And what how they see me and what do I need to become to be what they need. So yes, he threatened my life. He took me he drugged me, I don't remember the flight. But when I became conscious again, I was in Rhodesia, which is now Zimbabwe, and on a military base. And my every moment was just figuring out how I was going to survive. And the one moment I defied him, because I didn't actually want to be alive anymore. So he assaulted me, he broke all my ribs on one side. And it was really somebody else pulling him away from me, but they probably threatened him with again, to get him away from me. And so I was hospitalized. But again, this is 1977, during the height of the Civil War, so he just came to the hospital and got me in. And he ended up getting me to another man, I don't know the exchange of that nature that exchange whether, you know, there was money exchanged at all. And that man ended up losing me in the bush. And so from there, again, higher the Civil War, some of the more extreme soldiers, they actually found me, put me in the truck with them, took me back to their base, and had an argument over me whether one wanted to save me because I was a child, and one wanted to shoot me. And, and the, my body just said, I don't want to feel being killed. So I went, I went down, I went into what's called to just nervous system shutdown, which is a state of mercy, all animals can do this. And so I went unconscious. And when I woke up again, I'm the man who had won the argument to save my life was taking me from that most dangerous area, to the border between Rhodesia and South Africa. And he was basically handing me over to a village and he spoke another language, which has been there. And so he was kind of gesturing. Like, go there, little girl, girl, be with those people in that village. I didn't go into the village yet. I spent her night in a tree by myself. I didn't know that animals can climb a tree. And in the morning, I went and I heard the women singing. And their singing is different than my singing, but I'm just going to share just a little bit of that calling what what drew me into connect to them.

*Singing*

And they were grinding corn. And they were together. And they were looking at each other. And there was warmth. And I had never met adults who were so alive who lived with music inside them who their every gesture was about this singing that was coming through their body. And so they spotted me a white child and and keep in mind, this is rural, rural reader there, there's no mixing of races, like white people are over here and the black people over here and so to see a white child, they just had to assume that my parents had been killed, but I was Rhodesian and that I was just running you know, trying to find a safe place myself. So they fed me they took me in the children were really the my first experience of belonging, they were coming over and touching my white skin and my hair that was more blonde then and they really welcomed me in and one of the girls took me to the ceremonial fire and was putting black ash on my face to make me look more like them. And it was my first softening. Like I was so rigid. I was so tense. And it was my first deep experience of belonging. And again, one of the women sang to me. And in that moment of she was calling me closer to her and I literally collapsed into her arms and it was The first mothering the first being held, that I'd ever experienced in my eight years. So I thought, This is my new life, I didn't understand the full context of the Civil War, the women took me to the river and clay on my broken ribs. That was a huge public bruise and again, sang to me. And then they called me to sing back to them. And when I could sing with them, they considered me well, they consider you're going to be okay that the hatred from his assault is off you and you're going to go through life well, so this river was a positive place to me. And one day I ventured back and I ventured to that river. And I didn't know that there was a battle starting right on the other side of the river. And so one of the soldiers interviewed people, they're the best I can put together, he was scouting the area. And so he spotted me right across, you know, this is a very small, small river kind of a creek. And he spotted me there by myself, dressed in the African clothes, and because the women had dressed me as their own, and immediately he brought up his gun. And when I saw his gun barrel, my heart was so broken, it was just, you know, the circle. I knew he was lined up right here. And I couldn't understand other people of this village found me valuable family precious found me worthy of caring for and being part of, and how could he see me as just erasable as disposable. So before I could even turn it around, I was so close, I actually saw him pull the trigger. And I heard the gun go off. And what I now know is that scopes are designed for long distance, so he was so close, the scope was off. So the bullet grazed the top of my head, it blew me off my feet, I fell to the ground, immediately was bleeding out. And I was praying for someone from my village to come find me and help me. And what happened was my consciousness, my awareness went above my body. I was looking down and I was watching my lifeforce AB in and out of my body. And I thought, if that doesn't go back in and stay in my body, that's the end of me. And so it ebbed out. And then I had one more time going back in my awareness went through my heart through the back of my heart, and I went into a tunnel that was so fast, but I was completely held, I was being transported somewhere else. And there was a freedom, a piece of I no longer had to fight to survive, I no longer had to do all I could to keep this body alive, I could just rest and be held and be taken where I was going where this wise source was taking me. And when I landed, at first, I couldn't really perceive very much. But eventually I could have open what were my new eyes. And I was seeing that it was a golden light area, and that there was two female presences with me. And they were touching my face. And I realized who I have a face. And they were bringing me back to being able to see the whole area it was in. And they gesture their hands over to a golden glowing sphere. And I remembered that golden glowing sphere that I could go in there and be fully restored. And that energy of that source wouldn't be diminished at all, by all my need. And the women were at their skin was black, and they had yellow dresses, and I knew them. I remember them as my deepest sisters that they had always been there to greet me and I'd known them for lifetimes. And so they were gesturing Oh, you can go home to source but I wasn't done with my African family. I wanted them to still be part of that I want to be connected to them because they were the first people who really loved me. And so I started wondering, Where have they gone? Why am I separated from them. And this wondering this, kind of not being ready to go home to source yet. Sent me backwards. And I started falling backwards through layers through layers. And I landed in this new place which wasn't quite as warm. It was more like iron record crowd today. And I was at this bottom of this stairwell. And it was it was kind of cold and I looked at this stairwell and it was so worn because so many people had walked down the stairwell and I thought I must be someplace important because so many people have journeyed here before so I was a bit disoriented and I was kind of wishing for some help but but again, I was a very defended child. So this elder man showed up right in front of me it didn't know where it came from. And he looked old and rickety and he was offering his hand to help me out. And again I wanted help but I was fighting him So many abused children do. And so I finally accepted his help. And he led me down this stairwell, this more stone stairwell into, we went through a stone archway into this dark cave. And I thought, Oh, I had it better before, why am I going to this dark cave. And I didn't understand at that moment that I still had more to purify, more to clear out before I could go home to source. And in that dark cave was all my repressed emotion, all my disturbance about having been abused. So I was getting confronted with the faces of the people who had abused me. And I was recoiling and fighting the whole experience. And I turned to him to want to run away. But in that moment, I saw myself through his eyes, there was nothing wrong with me that made the abuse happen in the first place. It was really the deep confusion and lostness of the adults I was surrounded by. And he wasn't trying to fix me or change me, because I was okay already. And when I felt that through my whole heart through my whole being, I was done with the hurricane. And we came out to another landscape that was living stars in the sky. And I suddenly understood this man could go anywhere. And he chose to come help me to not get lost in my own dark cave. And so my faith in Him, radiated through every part of me, and I put my hands in his nice. Where are we going next? In telepathically? He told me, we're jumping off this cliff, we're diving into the night sky. And we're allowing ourselves to fall into this next freedom, this next layer. And so I did that I was falling with him. And we were like birds going through the night sky. And he said to me, this is dying. And so I knew dying was held, guided and graceful. And so we fell through that night sky until we were in morning sunrise. And again, there was the golden glowing sphere. And he gestured and telepathically said, go there a little girl. And then he departed past her mind. But I was changed. I had some of his wisdom, some of his allowing Grace inside me. And so I was breathing that in and breathing that out. But again, I thought of my African family, and I wanted to share all of this with them. And so I wondered where they went, where are they? And that curiosity, again, took me away from going directly home to source and took me down into another landscape where I was searching for them. And I started to get worried, what if they've been shot? What if something has happened to them, and I got very panicked in my search for them. And again, I didn't understand that it was I was seeing into the future. And that again, this was wrong. And then I had this fear that they were falling, they had been taken down. And so I was in that panic, but then again, a grace came through me humbling and accepting. And I cried until I was like a storm, you're down. And I understand now that was preparing me for what was going to happen later in the war. So after I was done crying, I found another being in this open green field.

And he was the presence of peace. I saw him as a man, he had a beard, he had a sheepherder staff and rose. And I ran to him to ask him, How do I get back to my family? How do I get back to connection and then before him, I was in connection. I was in the belonging to my universal family. And I no longer was grasping for, for what I'd had here on Earth. And when I stood before him, his face was changing. And it changed to a person from the village and my love for that man who had helped me bloomed open or it changed to somebody I didn't know and a change to a lion. And at some point, he named his Forward, forward and touched his forehead to mind and I could see as he sees, which was this vast universe of connections, that we're all like gems that we can strengthen our connection with our loving heart, and being generous and compassionate with one another. And that when we do that, when we send compassion and generosity, through those living lines of connection from our heart, to another's, we live in the matrix of life. We live in these universal connections, and I was visiting myself in the future, visiting every frog, every tree, every mountain, an understanding that no matter what, I'm always in this belonging, I'm always in this universal connection. And that my job others to remember how to again be in that loving presence be in that giving and receiving in my heart.