Who I Am
I am a spiritual being living in a physical body on our earth during these incredible times of transformation, negotiating each day to the best of my ability. My first calling was to be a musician. Music saved me from my very dysfunctional childhood, where I created a world of harmony, peace, and true connection to spirit. Throughout my life, music has taken on many different roles, but has remained constant — always being there for me. My next calling was and still is being an educator. I often find myself in positions of teaching others, and I’m always happy to do so.
Now, I feel I am a healer, though I understand that I am the conduit through which the energy is channeled. To do this, one must have done the work — and continue to do the work — so that your physical, etheric, astral, mental, spiritual, cosmic, emotional, and nirvanic bodies are clean and clear to receive the messages from the world beyond the veil.
Doing the work, to me, means clearing your present-day and past issues, releasing ancestral baggage, eating foods that are clean for your body, and above all, surrendering so that you are truly a channel for divine light and love to come through. I also believe that many of the modalities I use to help people have resurfaced as I have uncovered them from past lives.
My story as a healer was revealed to me when I experienced a severe and deeply painful breakup with someone I loved dearly. One day he was there and everything was great — the next day he was gone, with no explanation. I was heartbroken. I tried contacting him and he refused to answer. I felt numb, out of control, and lost.
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I tried to carry on with my life, but soon I started to feel something going on with my fingers. As a flutist, you are always aware of your hands. My response was to practice more, ignore the sensations, and push through — hoping it would all go away. It didn’t. The fingers on my left hand would not stay on my flute, and the fingers on my right hand would not pick up. When I literally could not play a C major scale, the terror kicked in.
Playing music was my way of surviving all the difficulties of my childhood and the world. I had created a safe place where I could function no matter what was happening around me — and that world was falling apart. I became depressed, heartbroken, and felt utterly hopeless. All while continuing to teach ESL and bilingual education at the Princeton Public Schools, and still performing, recording, and composing. I had perfected the art of denial so well that most people had no idea what I was going through.
I researched my symptoms and discovered with certainty that I had focal dystonia — a specific movement disorder. Many musicians experience this, and most of them simply stop playing.
After a consultation with Dr. Steven Frucht, then head of neurology at Columbia University, who confirmed my condition and offered only Botox injections as a solution, something became crystal clear to me: I knew my journey to heal had begun. I went home and made appointments with every alternative practitioner and healer I could find — chiropractors, acupuncturists, massage therapists, Qi Gong practitioners. Nothing helped.
Then one day, I was watching a documentary about Southern Black guitar players, each of whom had overcome a physical disability to play. Some played with their feet. Others with butter knives. As I watched, I felt my energy shift — from victim to healer.
Shortly after, I came across a guitarist who had recovered from FD. He had me place my fingers on a broomstick as if playing my flute. My fingers did not trigger. He concluded that I had kinesthetic FD and that by creating new neural pathways — consciously thinking of lifting my fingers rather than pressing them down — I could heal myself. I found a recorder and spent hours practicing that single movement. Over almost three years, slowly and steadily, I healed.
During that time, the angels, spirits, avatars, and light beings began sharing their knowing with me. What I received was this: severe emotional events create a disconnect in the brain, which in turn creates dysfunction in the body. I delved deeply into my childhood trauma, acknowledged the wounds I had buried inside me, and understood how they had provided the perfect environment for focal dystonia to manifest.
I was so inspired by this healing that I wrote about it in a flute magazine with global distribution. Musicians with focal dystonia began reaching out, and I started giving sessions. The light that came through during those sessions was strong. It was then that I understood with total certainty — I was not the one doing the healing. I was opening myself to the energies and being used as a conduit. I had first understood this at age sixteen, when I knew that the music flowing through me wasn’t mine to take credit for. People thought I was being humble. I wasn’t. I simply knew it wasn’t coming from me.
About two years ago, I decided it was time to become certified in a variety of healing modalities, so that my clients would have a wide range of tools to choose from. My journey is evolving every day as I learn new things and uncover what I already know from past lives. I’m still playing music and still moving forward — in alignment with spirit, in service to others.
“I was not doing the healing. I was opening myself up to the energies — I was being used as a conduit.”
– Ajarona
The Meaning of Ajarona
Ajarona ah-hah-ROH-nah (noun, proper | Egyptian origin)
Exalted. Mountain of strength. Warrior lion. Bearer of light.
Feminine derivative of Aaron, the first high priest of the Israelites and brother of Moses.
When I was in utero, my grandfather, Harry Aaron Fabricant, my mother’s father, passed away. As is the tradition in the Jewish religion, I was named after him. I was told he was a gifted, warm-hearted, vivacious, and intelligent individual.
My parents had hoped I would be a boy — but that didn’t happen! So I was named Andrea Harriet Brachfeld, and my Hebrew name became Ajarona. I’m fairly certain not a great deal of thought went into it beyond taking the name Aaron and, well, futzing around with it a bit.
Now for the actual meaning. Research from South Africa and across the African continent shows the name means exalted. Someone in Oklahoma offered this: strength, intelligence, determination, self-accomplished, smart, loyal — and also judgmental and a critical thinker. The judgmental part is something I have been aware of my entire life, and I am constantly observing myself to soften that quality. I have been told in many readings that in one of my most recent past lives, I came from royalty and carried a strong sense of entitlement. So what did the divine do? I was given two extremely narcissistic parents who largely ignored me — I was never truly seen by them. I believe that took care of the entitlement piece. I was on my own at eighteen with no support, though I was fortunate to have an aunt who helped me navigate life as a young musician in New York City. I believe that the judgmental quality in me was a way of coping with my own lack of self-esteem. It felt easier to find fault in others than to sit with my own insecurity. I have since come to understand that egoic pattern, and now a quiet mantra loops in my mind whenever I catch even a trace of it: They are doing the best that they can.
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From the Hebrew perspective, Ajarona is the feminine derivative of Aaron, meaning mountain of strength, exalted, and enlightened. I’m still working on living up to those descriptives. The name’s origin also traces to Egypt, where in ancient Egyptian, aha rw means warrior lion, and others believe har refers to mountain or light. Aaron, of course, was Moses’s brother and the first high priest of the Israelites. And one afternoon at the mall, I mentioned my name to a woman who looked it up on the spot and told me it meant bearer of light, joy, and leader. I can take all of that.
All of this — except for my family story — was news to me when I discovered it. And yet it all felt deeply familiar. That, I’ve found, is how it goes when you are on the spiritual path and continuing to do the inner work. When we stay in stillness long enough to quiet our thoughts, we may be fortunate enough to hear soft whispers from the divine. And if we are truly fortunate, we might connect with our spiritual guides, guardian angels, and ancestors. We may feel stirrings in the body where the soul awakens, and our sense of linear time may become something altogether more quantum in nature. When certain people and experiences arrive, there is a feeling of recognition — of coming home.
I remember when I was given my Sanskrit name, Kala Devi, by one of my spiritual mentors at the Ananda Ashram in upstate New York. It didn’t feel quite complete. Not long after, one of my gurus, Tirtha Maharaj, told me I would receive another name. Gurus know things. So when I decided to fully honor my path as a healer, the name Ajarona came to me immediately — and it felt exactly right.
I have had many readings throughout my life, and past lives as priestesses and priests have come up again and again. Honoring my name in the lineage of Aaron — Moses’s brother, the first high priest — feels deeply in alignment. I recently returned from Ireland, where I completed the first two levels of Priestess training for Mary Magdalene, one of my guides. The journey was led by Mary Tobin, a gifted intuitive mystic and channeler. On that trip, we saw spaceships, fairies, angels, and leprechauns. I will share those pictures throughout this website.