Robin Alexis and 22 Storytellers
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Robin’s intention for creating Raising Humanity is to raise consciousness through sharing soulful stories of people who remember that we are the teachers of peace to future generations. When we know and act upon our soul’s inner guidance, we will persevere with faith through the harshest of conditions. Within Robin’s perspective she believes that no matter how old we are, it is never too late to birth ourselves into soulful living. Through inspiring stories such as the one written by David Isaacs, Emmy award winning television writer/producer for MASH, Cheers, and Frasier, we learn that no matter what happens to us, we can see it as an incentive to raise our own consciousness and the global family that we are all a part of. May these true, heartfelt stories compel you to have the heart to change your focus and to teach this enlightened perspective to each other and to our children. Robin reminds us that it is never too late to transform our lives with the power of grace and the courage to change. The very soul of humanity is at stake.
Robin Alexis is a gifted intuitive and medium, a master of the metaphysical arts of clairvoyance and clairaudience. Author of Robin’s Song, she has also appeared on TV and had her own radio show. The founder of Metaphysical Mothering, she specializes in helping women with conception and pregnancy. Look for her next book, Robin’s Song, Treasure Your Soul's Wisdom..
Once upon a time, all I wanted was to be “normal” and lead a “normal” life. I wanted to be a “good” daughter, wife, and mother. I tried, really I did. I attempted to shut down my intuition, hunches, dreams, visions, and other demonstrations of my “sixth sense.” The story of my personal journey from shut-down psychic to someone who uses her gifts openly is fodder for a different book. The part that is relevant to this book is that I sometimes get visions in my mind about events that will take place in the future that have to do with national and international security issues.
I don’t know when these visions are going to come. If I could, I would avoid them. They are very uncomfortable for me, like an electrical shock. Even though you can’t tell from looking at me, I am severely handicapped; I can’t function like other people. I have dealt with post-traumatic stress syndrome (PTSS), been severely depressed, and I can’t stand or sit for too long without having to raise my legs off the floor because of venous vein insufficiency. When I “download” terrorist information, my inner little child gets overwhelmed and says, “What do I do with this big package?” And I have to tell her, “Look, it was your responsibility to receive it, but we’re going to give this to criminal intelligence and they’ll handle it.”
In October 1998, I had one of my first horrifying visions concerned with terrorism. A woman had come to me for a session so I could “look” for her brother. He lived in Colorado and had been missing for three weeks. While doing my clairvoyant work in front of this client, my mind began to see a full-sized picture of myself walking in a terrorist training camp along a river in the Middle East. I was shocked at the concept that camps like this existed.
I split into a consciousness that could simultaneously experience different thought patterns and witness them; I made a telepathic connection with a soldier and was able to enter his mind. This was not a collaborative effort. I was extracting information without his conscious personality being aware of my presence. The soldier’s soul was giving me permission to reveal the information in his mind. In this way, I learned that there were numerous training camps both in and outside our country. His thoughts said that the organization had planned terrorist events that would appear unrelated, and they would happen on United States soil. He told me that young American men, who were easy to mind control, would become instruments of his group leader. Young men in the Denver, Colorado area would kill other students between April 21 and April 26, 1999, and try to hijack a plane from the Denver airport. He told me many details about terrorist attack operations.
As my mind began to react to the magnitude of calculated horror, the scene in front of my third eye brought tears to my eyes. Then I became aware that this man sensed me! How did he detect me? I knew it was because I was beside myself with a sense of hopelessness. I had no way to stop this demonic plan. I was out of my body, out of my mind, and way over my head psychically. I was literally in enemy territory! I became aware that these people were masters at mind control and I was just a rookie in the wrong place at the wrong time. As I tried to pull myself out of this “out-of-body” experience, my physical body was tossed into a backward somersault. My body slammed against the door and I went into spastic, convulsing fit.
My assistant sat on my chest, held down my shoulders, and screamed, “Robin, you have to come back!” I slowly caught my consciousness and pulled myself back into my solar plexus. My client was frightened, and rightly so. I was extremely spent and hoped that my visions were completely wrong.
The client felt both overwhelmed and skeptical. To relieve our fears, she took the taped recordings of the details I had channeled and went to the local college library to investigate. The outcome of her research traumatized us all. The terms and names of cults that I had channeled were on the computer as common knowledge to those in this field of study. I was stunned. I had had no previous awareness that there was (and still is) an internal danger to our country.
Now the question was what I should do with this information. For a while, I conned myself into playing it safe. After all, I was just a clairvoyant. Clairvoyants are never 100 percent accurate. I dismissed my own knowing. I focused on my commitment to make enough money to raise my children. Who would believe a small town clairvoyant from the White Mountains of New Hampshire? Then, three weeks later, the woman’s brother showed up exactly when I said he would be found. After that, I decided to inform a friend of mine who works for the CIA of my insights. I was shocked to di
