flip the script. [an interview with rosie melero]

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Photo by Stephica Burton

On facilitating health, facing hopelessness, identifying innate wisdom, and connecting with The Unknown.  

If there’s anything I’m slowly, slooooowly starting to wrap my brain around—be it via these interviews that are now beginning to stack up, or seemingly every other facet of current “life happenings”—it’s that there’s something to be said for asking bigger questions. Knowingly questing for unknowable truths. Facing inner demons. Holding pain. Acknowledging grief. Surrendering “control.” Saluting fear. Fighting for what you want. Intentionally getting uncomfortable. Or rather—intentionally staying uncomfortable.

Within these interviews, women speak of coming into their own. Of finding their paths. Of uncovering their passions, and solidifying their purpose. Of opting out of Sunshine Cupcake Land (where Destiny’s Child never broke up, butter is good for you, and Jake Gyllenhaal has dubbed you his favorite, dirty little fuckslut), in exchange for a bit more of a rigorous program: Reality.

These women speak of pivotal shifts—sometimes planned, often unexpected. Gradual, elated revelations and sudden, panic-stricken epiphanies. And while every individual’s journey covers it’s own ground—weaves it’s own web through unseen forces and personal truths—there’s a unifying undercurrent to each testimony.

A trajectory towards authenticity.

A validity that can’t be purchased. A weight that must be practiced.

Enter Rosie.

A woman who’s not only managed to swallow and stomach her own pill of Self-Worth, but actively strives to guide others along similar paths of…well, of wholeness.

While we’ve orbited each other’s social circles for years, this summer in particular—thanks to our new, neighborly locale, shared flexible schedules, and shameless passion for floating rivers—we found ourselves neck-deep in notable currents as much as conversations.

It was mere weeks before the unveiling of Rosie’s own RoHun business, likely while straddling foam noodles amid 70-degree lake water, that I propositioned her for an interview. Days later, coffee in-hand, we curled up on the floor of her workspace to chat.

“Originally, when you asked me to do this interview,” Rosie begins, “I knew that I wanted to talk about what I feel is one of the heaviest burdens that I take on… this idea of who I feel I’m supposed to be. Especially,” she smiles, “having taken on this career path that facilitates healing. These days, a lot of people like to throw the title ‘healer’ around. It’s incredibly ‘trendy’ right now. As if, clients come crawling to me like ‘pleeeeeaseeee heeeeaaallll meeeeeeee,’” she laughs. “In my experience, it doesn’t really work that way.”

Rosie pauses, readjusting her floor pillows, before continuing. “You know, I loved our conversation in the lake the other day, when you were talking about meditation, and how you use it to—if nothing else—create more space. About how there’s more awareness that can happen, when you take the time to turn inward to find your own answers.”

She smiles slightly, “About how there’s more space to think about how you’re going to act before you just… react. Really,” Rosie continues, “the therapy I do helps people gain awareness of how their subconscious mind is working. We take the time to question those things, and to become more aware of the patterns in our psyche. And,” she grins, “once you’re aware of something that was once subconscious…you can’t make yourself stupid again.”

“There’s no going back! You can’t un-know it! You can cause yourself pain by choosing the same thing. By touching the same hot burner. But once you figure out how much it hurts?” Rosie cocks an eyebrow, “Like, ‘Oh! You mean I don’t have to do that anymore?’ That’s huge.”

“We all do this, but I spent a lot of my life not knowing that I could choose different. And so,” she continues, “creating those moments of healing…for me that is what has totally changed my life.”

I snag a couple of my own cushions, settling in to what I know will be a lovely, intensely inspiring bout of listening. “The work that I do enables clients to take the time. Because, we don’t live in that kind of system. We live in a world of ‘I’ll just ignore it. Pull yourself up by your bootstraps. Fill the void. Just keep moving.”

“Repress! Distract! Deny!” I chime in from my pillow castle.

“Exactly,” she nods. “And even more so, BUY BUY BUY! So when you choose to walk on a path of self-love, that means taking the time to go inward.” Rosie thoughtfully sips her coffee. “To me, it’s that simple. It doesn’t mean ‘I am a healer.’ You know? All I am doing is creating a space—an intentional space—for my client to go inward. That’s all I am doing, and that is SO powerful.”

Rosie explains, “We’re taught from a young age that we don’t know anything. That we’re just vessels to be filled with ‘the right answers.’ And,” she continues, “that is not true. I believe we come into the world knowing a lot. That we have inherent wisdom. And sometimes,” she shrugs, “that wisdom is fucking beat out of us, and we lose our innocence. I think about this a lot while I nanny—and I see kids saying ‘hi’ to strangers, not even caring if the person says ‘hi’ back.”

I shudder stating, “I have anxiety just hearing that.”

“Right?!” Rosie laughs. “Here they are just sharing their love and their joy with anyone who comes along their path. They don’t even care if that person is giving ANYTHING back. You know?” She smiles, “We all get to a point where we start to feel that people have to earn our love, or earn our trust, because we’ve been burned. Because we took on a belief that if we give love, then we will be hurt. RoHun,” Rosie continues, “the therapy I’ve been certified in, translates as ‘the vibration of healing.’

RoHun. Channeled by a woman named Patricia Hayes, the one-woman brainiac who birthed Delphi University (which we’ll circle back to later), the practice arose during the late 50s, and—given society’s fave witch-burning pastime—was kept extremely under wraps for decades. “Basically, they were studying mysticism,” Rosie explains point-blank. “They were out in the woods in Georgia, and if anyone knew they were doing these things, it’d probably be considered satanic witchcraft. And, they started doing experiments with mediumship.”

“Mediumship?” I interrupt.

“Yeah. Like, experiments with allowing themselves to KNOW information, and not questioning whether or not it’s true.”

“Fuuuuckkk,” I mutter into my latte.

“Yeah,” Rosie grins at me. “So I have always been what people affectionately like to call ‘woo woo.’ And, all throughout my life, I was the only one ‘like me’ in my friend groups. I was living in New York City, just feeling like I needed something…” she trails off… “Something more. I needed some kind of group. Some kind of community. Something spiritual. Something where I could feel connected to other likeminded people. And,” Rosie explains, “that’s when I found Delphi University.”

She continues, “At one point, I had been nannying for these two dads, this same-sex couple. And I knew that one of the dads had mentioned a spiritual school. And I just had this feeling, so one day—long after I had stopped watching their kids—I called him. I said ‘hey do you know anything about Delphi University?’ and he was like ‘DELPHI UNIVERSITY!?!’” Rosie erupts in laughter. “I thought he was going to say some bad things about it. But he was like ‘That’s where I went 20 years ago!’ So he calls them, and calls me right back and is like ‘they still have the same teachers. And, we’ll pay for you to go!’

My jaw drops.

“I know.” Rosie smiles. “So I signed up and took off for Gainesville, Georgia, and took my first 10-day retreat. It was a prerequisite. ‘Intro to Mediamship.’ We did all kinds of different remote readings, where people brought pictures of people in their lives. And we would just look at the picture and tell the other person about that person in the picture. And,” she continues, “It was uncanny how close you could really get to the essence of this person. We did séances. We did readings on each other. Our main objective was to get out of our heads. And to learn how to be a channel for higher consciousness.”

Rosie readjusts her cushions. “Part of our training was to do readings on the community. And, people knew that they could come to Delphi on whatever day of the month, and get free readings.” She laughs, “They definitely DON’T tell you that when you sign up for the program.”

“Wait, like, Tarot readings?” I ask.

“No. Like, sit in front of a person and hold their energy and see what comes up,” she grins. “I mean, the first guy I saw had a scorpion tat on his neck. Some ‘love’ and ‘hate’ tats across his knuckles. He was really stocky, with dark, piercing eyes. He looked like he had had a drug problem in the past.” Rosie continues, “I didn’t expect anyone like him to come in AT ALL. And you know, I’m in the room with this person. There’s a candle burning. There’s a crazy storm outside. It’s Friday the 13th. And this man had just told me ‘I’m having some evil thoughts. And I’m thinking about doing some evil things.’ And the fucking lights go out.”

While I can’t remember if I managed to close my mouth from my prior jaw drop, I realize at this point in Rosie’s story that it’s practically unhinged.

She continues, “In that moment, I had this total out-of-body experience. Like, this is my life now. This is what I do.” Rosie sips her coffee calmly. “So I did what my teachers taught me. I created a space for unconditional love and eternal healing. And that was my intention.” She shrugs, “I mean, obviously I could have gone the other way with it. I could have been standing in fear. And standing in like, ‘I can’t help you—you’re too far gone.’ And that was a thought I had!” she exclaims. “There was a flicker of hopelessness. Like… how could I possibly help this person? But I did what I was taught, and I connected to his spirit, and his energy, and through me came everything that he needed to hear.

And,” Rosie leans forward, whispering, “I watched him transform into a little child. He became soft, and tender, and openhearted.”

I jolt upright, clutching a pillow with both arms. “Dude! Duuude.”

Rosie smiles, continuing, “Because I connected with the innocence in him, he was able to see it in himself. And it was amazing. Amazing. And I really felt like I was able to help him.”

She readjusts her seat. My jaw continues to rest on the floor. I opt to just leave it there.

“The next person I saw was this lady that couldn’t have been more opposite,” Rosie explains. “She was this blonde woman, with this big flipped hairdo. She clutched her purse, just perched above her lap.” Rosie grins, “Very pulled in. Very tight. And, the first impression I had with her…was just this image of water. So, being new and naïve, I said ‘Oh do you love the water?’ and she completely balked. She said ‘no! I hate the water!’” Rosie shrugs, “And, I started to spin out—like, oh god oh fuck I suck, why am I even doing this!? And then I was like no no, just wait. Hold on. This isn’t about me. I had to remind myself it’s not about ME. To connect with this woman. To connect with her higher consciousness, and to trust and allow information to come through. And to open my mouth.”

Rosie continues, “And the next thing you know, the vision I was having with ‘the water’ was that her son had died drowning in a river. I felt his spirit come into the room. He had a message for her.”

I watch Rosie, completely transfixed. “Did she lose it?”

“Yeah.”

“Was he sad?”

Rosie smiles. “No. He wanted her to be happy. And one of the things she was wondering was if she should have another kid. And his message to her was that he was in a better place. That he loves her very much. That it wasn’t her fault…” Rosie pauses. “And of course, that’s when the tears really flowed.”

I return my jaw to its rightful position. I sit up. Swill some lukewarm coffee. Take a mini breather.

Rosie follows suit, still smiling.

“It was during that 10-day retreat,” she begins again, “that I had my first RoHun session. And, it completely cracked me open. In this way that…” she trails off momentarily. “It blew my mind. It blew my heart. It blew my soul right open. I had never experienced anything so profound.”

“And so then I knew I had to go back. To learn more, and more, and more. And I knew they had a Rohun therapy certification program. That you could go on to become a master or doctor of Rohun. But,” Rosie erupts in laughter, “after that retreat, I had booked a vacation back to Seattle for a few days. And, I was just perma-drunk the whole time.” She grins at me, shrugging. “You know? I could not accept that I had the ability to talk to dead people. That I could help people in that way. It was too much! Too much.” Rosie continues, “I just wanted to party and fuck off and do whatever I wanted to do. I wasn’t ready for the responsibility that I felt all this meant for me. And it took me about a year to really decide that I wanted to go back to Delphi. A time period during which I didn’t do ANY readings for anyone.” She stares at me. “I just like, shut it off.”

I prompt her further. Inquire what it was about that year that caused her to inevitably make moves.

“It was a feeling of knowing that I could be experiencing so much more.” Rosie pauses. “It was this feeling of withering. You know? Like, I couldn’t just go back and fuck off. Because I knew too much. I knew what I was capable of. And—because of that first Rohun session—I knew the specific methods in which I repeatedly chose to fuck off.” She continues, “Whatever this shift was inside of me, I was ignoring it. And I was destroying myself by doing that.”

Eventually, Rosie went back.

“I did two more intensive retreats. So, all in all about 200 hours of training with mediumship and Rohun. Which,” she explains, “during Rohun, when I’m in a session with someone, I’m in channel. Basically, I’m giving my ego permission to get out of the way, giving my spirit validity, and trusting whatever information is coming through. Trusting that whatever comes out of my mouth will be of benefit to some person.”

“I start a session by doing energy work,” Rosie elaborates. “And I’m doing energy work throughout the entire thing, moving my hands over the client’s body. I’m sensing for energy that feels stuck or that feels heavy. There are different gestures I use to remove energy,” she continues. “One I’m inspired to do a lot is I gather all the energy, kind of scoop it up, and then throw it out the window. Cast it away.”

Rosie pauses. “There is something so powerful that happens in sessions. People become very aware of the negative energy they’re holding on to—because it’s what they’re used to. It’s become such a part of their identity that often times they don’t know who they would be without it. So,” she continues, “In a session, I will help raise someone’s vibration. We’re doing guided vibrations, we’re doing columns of white light, where I’m using a lot of mindful affirmations to just, lift a person up in a really positive way. My teachers explain it as allowing actual energy to flood into the room.”

Rosie pauses. “Whether or not that’s true, I don’t know. But I don’t think it matters. I don’t have to, you know, believe in that for it to just happen. I don’t feel like I have to have the answers. It’s all a mystery. All I know is that it works.

“I picture you essentially heating up some kind of energetic ‘situation,’” I interject. “Wherein, like…once things are moving and coming to light and revealing themselves, you’re then able to reshuffle, and re-shift… mold and strengthen some components, shed others..”

“There’s lots of school of thought that talk about chakra systems, and the chi, and energy forces, and Kundalini…different cultures have different names for the same thing,” Rosie smiles. “Names for what happens when you have blocks in your systems, and you’re not letting your energy flow. You’re not experiencing harmony within yourself. And,” she adds, “that’s something that I talk about a lot when I’m in session. And during our initial meditation, that’s what we address.”

Rosie continues, “I ask that person to imagine what it would look like to have harmony in their life. I ask what comes up for them when I tell them that they have the ability to create harmony in their life. That they have the innate ability to generate harmony in their lives.” She pauses. “And a lot of people can’t grasp that. For a lot of people there’s so much that we feel we’re ‘supposed to do’ or that if we could just get it together enough, then we could have harmony in our lives.”

“And those are just attachment to thoughts and ideas…to fear of disappointment and fear of disappointing others… all these things that stop us from just being happy with the way things are.” Rosie shrugs, “So a lot of times our session together is just ‘okay, for the next hour and a half, give yourself permission to experience harmony.’ Like, don’t even think about what’s going to happen after this session. Just allow yourself to tune in to the present moment. Give yourself validity to find your own answers, and feel like you are enough with what you have and who you are right now.” Rosie grins at me. “And for a lot of people, that’s HARD.”

“Yeah…no shit,” I grunt quietly into my latte.

Rosie smiles, but continues, “Some people have never even thought of doing that. Because it feels impossible.” She pauses. “So I feel that just that notion alone is heart-expanding. Is spirit boosting. It mentally creates space for other opportunities to occur. For healing to begin. For magic to happen!”

“What really trips me out is how similar everyone is. I mean,” Rosie grins, “sure, it’s not that surprising right? We’re all humans. Of course we’re going to have common threads throughout our human experience. But the subconscious mind works in images. And, when I’m in session with people they’re having visions. It’s very shamanic. To the extent that I’m leading them through these visions, helping them interpret this waking dream that they’re having. And the visual landscapes that people land on, and traverse through? There are incredible parallels between individuals.”

She continues. “So in a session, we’ll pinpoint something that is really blocking that person from living the life they want to live. Let’s say hopelessness. This person has experienced a lot of hopelessness, and they feel that if they can just get past this feeling of hopelessness, that they can be free to do what they want to do in their lives. And this hopelessness is kind of like a void that pulls them in and stops them from trying new things, so on and so forth.”

“As in like, ‘why bother?’” I ask. “’Fuck it? There’s no point?’”

“Yeah. And.. a LOT of people experience this. This is…” she trails off.

“One of the fucking pillars, man,” I offer from my newfound fetal position on the floor.

“Yes. Exactly.” Rosie grins again. “So what I do, depending on the client and what makes sense in that moment, is I help them visualize that they have the ability to reach in and pull it out. Sometimes their hands are glowing with a white light. Sometimes they have some kind of wand of light. Sometimes it’s something else pulling it out for them. It depends. But the point being, they can remove the hopelessness.”

She pauses, “and once it is outside of their body, I ask them what it look like.”

“And…the shit that comes out…” Rosie bursts into laughter. “I mean, it’s incredible. INCREDIBLE. Once people have removed their own blockage from their psyche, they see the most obscure, random, unimpressive, surprisingly dull objects. Everything from faceless blobs, to rodents.”

My jaw—obviously—is on the floor again.

“The next step is identifying with this block,” Rosie explains. “And asking it questions. And they always have answers. And it’s fascinating. They are bizarre. Seemingly totally nonsensical at first. But then, when you start conversing with it… “ she pauses.

I’m white-knuckling my coffee cup. “THEY FUCKING TALK!?” I yelp.

“Oh yes,” she replies. “If it’s an inanimate object, you put eyes on it, and you look into the eyes. And you ask it questions. Things like ‘how do you control me? How do you stop me from living the life that I want?’”

Rosie grins, “And it will just tell you. Point blank. Once people have identified with their blockage the integral part of healing can take place. When people can experience that blockage as something outside of themselves, it becomes clearer to them that it’s a choice, not a set-in-stone reality.

“Fucking cool,” I whisper to no one.

“Look,” Rosie continues, “the last thing anyone wants to do is face their demons. But once you do it, it’s like, really? THAT’S what I’ve been hiding from? That’s what I’ve been afraid to face? It’s painful, sure. But compared to the self-induced or subconscious pain you’ve caused by avoiding it your entire life?” She shrugs. “In that context, it’s actually not so bad.”

“In that moment, you are in that vision, and you are experiencing that reality.” Rosie explains, “So, empowerment happens because the person is realizing that they are the ones who create that reality. And in that reality, their choice is ‘yeah I am done with this negative block, and I am casting it out of my energy field, and I don’t choose this.’”

“And it’s not welcome anymore. And with energy work, as well as that intention, we create space for new potential. And look,” Rosie pauses, “I wish it worked where whatever blockage could be just zapped into nothingness, never to come back again. But it’s been such a part of the identity for so long, so ingrained in the ego, that of course there will be moments going forward, where it bubbles up, and rears it’s ugly self again.”

“But, Rosie smiles, “what happens now is there’s more space. There’s more space to say, ok here’s that thing that I do. I am feeling hopeless, and I can either do what I always do – self-destruct and isolate, or I can do something to make myself feel better. I can choose. I can choose my reality.”

“Carl Jung taught that the subconscious mind is just going to keep creating situations over and over until you get it. It’s like this mandala of experiences that are all trying to get you to the point in the middle where you’re just…still.” Rosie sips her coffee slowly. “You’re just you. You’re just allowing life to flow through you. But the subconscious mind is processing every trauma that you’ve ever experienced—that aren’t in true alignment with who you are. A being that’s able to love unconditionally. A being who has wisdom beyond what society has to offer. A being who has the ability to create harmony in life.” She erupts in laughter, “A being who has the ability to just fucking chill the fuck out!”

“To me, THAT makes sense.” She smiles to herself. “That’s truth. That’s true self.

But because of all the traumas that we’ve experienced, we’ve been taken away from that stillness. From that center. So we’re basically just processing and projecting all our mommy/daddy issues on everyone else. Broadcasting all our traumas, while simultaneously attempting to run from, or numb out, or even heal from them.”

Rosie elaborates, “So people come into our lives that reflect back to us what it is we’re believing about ourselves. And so it makes sense that we would experience the same relationships over and over and over. Like, ‘why does this keep happening to meeeee!?’ You know? We just want to be the victim. We want to blame others. But really,” she continues, “we need to put in the work here. Stop and analyze the pattern. Ask what the root is within ourselves. Locate what it is that would be causing us to create the same situation over and over and over….” Rosie cocks another eyebrow at me. “You know?

Like, ‘what do I need to heal from, so that I can experience the types of relationships that I actually want to have. What am I believing that is creating these negative experiences?’”

Her shoulders sag. “A lot of people believe that love doesn’t last!”

“Wait… love lasts?” I wail from the floor.

Rosie doesn’t skip a beat. “A lot of people—at their core—believe that love doesn’t last. And,” she continues, “under that is a feeling of being unlovable. And that goes back to our childhood wounding.”

I sit up again, cradling a pillow.

“So a big process of RoHun is going back and connecting with our inner child. And that is such an incredible experience. When I see people just break down, because they’ve never held themselves so preciously…?” Rosie glows, smiling. “It just fills my heart with joy. Because in a way, that’s all we really want. Is for someone to love us unconditionally. Like a child! You know?”

“And if we can’t do that for ourselves…” she trails off… “We have to do that for ourselves. And in our psyche is this wounded child. Just imagine her, in any given moment, in your psyche, as one of those internal voices…” Rosie stares directly at me. “She’s feeling neglected. Scared. Abandoned.”

I’m squirming now. Suppressing my first legitimate cigarette craving in over two years. Fantasizing about a cheap shot of tequila and an easy fuck—not necessarily in that order.

“And she’s just creating that chaos,” Rosie continues. “Whatever you have experienced in your childhood—she’s just playing it out. Acting out over and over and over. And she has all these wounds, so that whoever comes into your life, she’s basically grabbing on to them and being like ‘WILL YOU LOVE ME!?’ and… that’s not the way that it works.”

“Jesus fuck this is so uncomfortable.” I whine. “Leave my inner child alone! She’s BUSY!”

Rosie smiles. “What she really needs and never got…was for you to be able to love her unconditionally. For you to reclaim her, and say ‘ok now we’re going to work together as allies.’”

“But it’s this constant unfolding, right?” she switches gears.

“The more we allow ourselves to be authentic, the more we shed this cultural bullshit that we’re all supposed to be the same, or a certain way, or we’re not supposed to talk about dark shit, or we’re not supposed to address things that we’re afraid of…” Rosie pauses. “All that stuff that’s so confining. We’re putting ourselves in prisons by not sharing our stories, and speaking our truths, and being vulnerable.”

“And look,” she continues, “I still have my own inner voices…my own demons,” Rosie shrugs. “It’s not like, ‘I’ve arrived, right?” And this voice tells me I’m not enough. That I’ll never be enough. That I’m not a ‘healer.’ That I’m unworthy. That I’m undeserving.”

She leans forward in her seat, “But now, I talk with it. You know? I converse with it.” Rosie grins. “I work with it. And because of the healing work that I’ve done for myself, I have that space, where I can choose to let it consume me, or I can choose to let it create new possibilities.”

Rosie sips the last of her coffee, before continuing.

“We are not broken. And, if we’re feeling broken, it’s because we live in a broken system.”

She grins, “But by becoming aware of all the ways in which we tell ourselves we’re broken, or that we don’t belong, or that there’s something ‘wrong’ with us…” Rosie pauses. “To be able to change that dialogue…that becomes the practice.” She stretches her arms above her head, still smiling.

“Flip the scrip,” she grins. “You know?”

(Even more curious? Probably huh. Contact Rosie here:  http://www.prismwithin.com/)

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