Thirteen Days in Israel Part 3

March 9 -- Silvi and Nurit's group in Zefat-Mgrar

"The Jewish women were saying, our culture and religion tells us we shouldn't be meeting."

On the third day, Beyond Words had arranged for us to work in this gorgeous, magical place called Zefat-Mgrar. It was an ancient Arab village, but now only Jews live there. In this beautiful place, you could still feel, in the walls and the ground, the energy and the presence of the Arabs who had lived here for centuries. Regardless of your political viewpoint, it’s unavoidable when you're in a place like this not to feel the conflict between the cultures, and to experience some sort of internal conflict as well. You come face to face with the history of this country, where people had to leave their ancestral homes and can’t return.

The place where we met had the feeling of a harem--a secluded house in older Muslim cultures where only women would live. There were stone passageways and big amazing stone rooms. Intricate and richly colored carpets covered the floors and there was a huge vaulted ceiling and windows high up that let in the natural light. It was a completely spectacular space.

This particular group was composed of about 15 women, extremely religious Jewish and Christian, Muslim, and Druze women. They have been working with Silvi (who is Arab Christian) and Nurit (who is Jewish) from Beyond Words.

One Druse woman had done Radical Aliveness work with me before, so she was very excited for Anna and me to get there. She started by talking about something that had happened to her at work, where she lost her ability to speak up for herself. As we listened to her and worked with her, she started feeling like she was having a past-life experience. She became frightened when she tried to describe the sensation of being strangled.

As I've mentioned before, in groups where intense energy starts moving and people are going to very deep emotional places, it's not unusual for one person's cathartic emotions to get things moving and serve as a trigger for others. This woman’s past-life experience brought up feelings in another woman, a Jewish woman, who was having trouble finding her voice. We worked with her also- helping her to move open her voice- she felt liberated and empowered in this process.

The religious Jewish women told us that in her culture it's highly unusual that they and other women would be involved in work like this. In fact, many of them did so in secret. "Our culture and religion tells us we shouldn't be meeting."

All the women really loved the work we did that day. They expressed to us that they were proud of the fact that they had become such an amazing group. With Anna and myself, and in their ongoing group work with Silvi, Nurit, and the Beyond Words organization, these women are bravely defying the oppressive aspects of their culture. I felt honored to support and further their efforts.

In all of the places we went, the people were interested in the Radical Aliveness work and interested in going deeper--in being a part of a process and a movement. Mostly the thing that's amazing about collaborating with Beyond Words is seeing people coming from such different points of view--really wanting to be together, loving each other, bearing witness to others' deep work.

Noha had said at her college that there is intense political conflict, but when you get these people working with each other and revealing profound feelings and experiences, it starts to accomplish deep healing even around still-raw historic wounds. After working with fellow human beings in a room and feeling their fear, pain, and exaltation, they really can't look at so-called enemies in the same way.

This is a big part of the Beyond Words mission: to get these women in connection with each other, to really get to know each other and care about each other, and to move beyond differences of culture, religion, and politics. Only then can we find the place of commonality, where we are all human beings.

Thirteen Days in Israel - Part 2

March 8 -- Efy's group in Kfar Vradim

"One man cried -- and told me he hadn't cried in twenty years."

This was to be an all-day workshop with Jewish men and women who were studying playback theatre with Efy, in Kfar Vradim. Efy had been to Omega Institute and has worked with me and the Beyond Words group there. So Beyond Words helped her organize this big group of mostly women, and just two men, all Jews.

This was a fabulous group experience because all of the participants were involved with therapeutic theatre work, and all of them had done emotional work in the past, so we were able to dive right in.

When we work with groups like this that are very emotionally adept, I sometimes like to start with a mandala exercise. With this group, we created a big circle with everyone’s heads in the center, so they were arranged like spokes of a wheel. Anna and I got them all breathing and releasing simultaneously, kicking, making sounds. This exercise creates an energy flow that becomes palpable. When everyone is on the floor doing the same thing, it enables them to have a big emotional release and let go easily.

That was happening beautifully with this group. Anna and I walked around and facilitated, reading people’s energy. You kind of work the room, moving from person to person, helping them in places where they’re stuck to keep the energy building and building. It creates a huge energy field you can work with and move around, like a giant organism.

From doing this so many years, I can spot where energy is throbbing and wanting to break through. I look at the room and often pinpoint one person in whom the energy has built to such a pitch that when I work with that person, they will take the whole room with them. It’s as if that single person becomes the key that facilitates the entire group process.

In this particular group, I looked around the circle and, noticing one woman, I could feel there was something very powerful that needed to go through her. When I focused in on her, she quickly went to a very early place of needing her mother. I took her to an old and raw childhood trauma, where she re-experienced the loss of her mother when she was just a young child--and then she completely let go. Her cries and her pain, in turn, opened up the room. As often happens when one person really lets go and breaks through, a lot of people start feeling things at once. It feels like an electrical charge goes through the room and everyone feels the jolt and comes alive.

Sometimes it’s difficult to describe this work to those who haven’t done it. But the beauty of the Radical Aliveness process is that when you can get a group of people like this to experience deep emotions fully, without inhibition or censorship, they begin to feel things that they would never normally feel. Among this group, there was a beautiful Jewish man who finally felt grief he hadn’t expressed for many years. It’s much more unusual for men to be involved in this kind of work, particularly in their Israeli culture, so we were all touched by his vulnerability and openness. He got very radically alive, and told me he hadn’t cried in twenty years. Later he danced and said he also hadn’t danced in twenty years. And that is the beauty of this work, when we fully embrace our pain we also open to our pleasure.

Everyone was thrilled by what had happened that day. When we finished, you could look around the room and see that people were feeling their energy and were fully alive.

Following last weekend's "Resistance & Surrender Workshop

Dear group- sometimes I can't find words for my experiences in these groups. Something happens for me when a group explodes and everyone comes alive and the heavens open up and all the feelings come pouring through and there is healing and surrender and joy and pain and LIFE all the way without holding back and we are one and following the flow. It makes me cry just to write this. What we are capable of as human beings when we surrender to the full flow. Such healing, such wisdom and grace beyond words. So many images that stick in my mind- of aliveness, freedom, truth, discomfort, struggle leading to breakthroughs, courage, generosity. I know this is how life really is- I want to support that. Go out and be alive!

Thank you for this bliss I feel. Love ann

Thirteen Days in Israel - Part 1 - Part of a Series of Blogs on Ann's work in Israel

Thirteen Days in Israel -- Part 1

From March 7 through March 19, 2011, I traveled in Israel and Palestine doing Radical Aliveness group healing and coexistence work with Jewish, Arab Christian, Druse, Muslim, and Bedouin men and women. My workshop itinerary was organized by the Beyond Words organization, a group of multiethnic women working to bring about peace in Israel and the occupied territories. I’ve had the privilege to train these women in Radical Aliveness work at Esalen Institute here in California and also in Israel.

Over the course of working with eight different groups arranged by Beyond Words, there were giant feasts put on in my honor with more food than I could possibly eat. There was a Jewish man who cried for the first time in 20 years, and a Bedouin woman who had never shared with anyone her heartbreaking story of being ostracized by her tribe, standing up to her husband, and struggling to survive without any help. People from diverse religions, cultures, and political backgrounds screamed at, sobbed with, and ultimately embraced one another. During the last days of my trip, the kibbutz where we were working was hit by mortar fire. As I huddled in the bomb shelter, Layla, one of the Bedouin women we had been working with before the bombing, came into the shelter and said, “What are you so afraid of? If today is your day to die, then so be it. Come on!” I started laughing and left the bomb shelter with Layla to finish our work. As we drove off to meet the other Bedouin women who were waiting for us, I realized Layla was right. We’re not finished with our work yet -- but we are getting closer.

March 1, 2011—Noha's College in Mgrar

"There was an Arab man who lit up the room -- a big juicy man."

My colleague and fellow Radical Aliveness facilitator on this trip was Anna Timmermans, from Holland. The first place the Beyond Words organization sent us was my friend Noha's college in Mgrar, an Arab village. A lot of Westerners are unaware that there are many pockets of Israel populated almost exclusively by Arabs. They call themselves Palestinians, because Israel was known as Palestine before it was renamed. Noha’s college is a satellite of a Jewish college, and the first college in her village. It trains graduate students who want to be teachers and different types of therapists.

This first workshop group comprised mostly Arabs and a few Jews, all studying drama therapy. Through the coordinating efforts of Beyond Words, Noha invited us to her school to introduce the Radical Aliveness work to these future therapists. Noha was the first woman in her village to drive. Now she's running this amazing college.

Because these workshop participants were already adept at emotional work, it was easy for Anna and me to get them to come alive. The most interesting thing that happened in this group? There was an Arab man who literally lit up the room the second we saw him -- a big juicy man. The Arab culture is incredibly alive and full of passion, but when an individual shows his emotions, it’s looked upon as a weakness. This is especially true for men.

We started with an exercise I often do with new groups, in which we break them into groups of three and they ask each other questions about what messages they got from their family, from their culture, and from the other culture. Then in turn, two partners repeat the answers of the third one back to him or her, and that person is asked to focus on what’s happening in his or her body.

When this large Arab man listened to his own words reflected back, he was aware that he felt the top part of his body a lot, but couldn’t feel the lower parts of his body. We started by getting him hitting The Cube -- a gigantic fabric cube the Beyond Words women had sewn together for me, stuffed with foam. (Throughout this trip, The Cube became a major character, traveling with us all across Israel and Palestine, crammed into back seats, often on top of an unlucky passenger, pulled over by some cops, kicked, beaten, and beloved.) We watched in awe as this man, whose energy filled up the whole room, went wild on The Cube. He was so powerful and full of energy and willing to let it out.

After he had been hitting for a while, I asked him to start kicking The Cube. He was hesitant at first, and we had to encourage him to keep going. What came out was that he said he was afraid of his aggression, and felt that he couldn’t be trustworthy if he were to get in touch with all that trapped energy. He said he feared that he would do things that were against his religion and culture. I explained to him that if we don’t get in touch with our blocked and frozen energy and let it flow, then it will either come out in unconscious ways, or we will have to be in constant control to keep it from coming out -- and that will compromise our aliveness. When we’re afraid of feeling all our energy, we sometimes act inappropriately. This man understood, and then he really came alive. Everyone was encouraging him, especially the women.

Afterwards, the women in the group were crying, "I want my father to do this work, I want my brother to do this, I want my husband to do this!" They were so unbelievably moved and touched that an Arab man would be expressing himself so fully, that he could be so vulnerable, and that he was talking about his feelings and using his energy in such a powerful way.

This experience supported our knowledge that real power comes from the place where we become vulnerable and claim all of our energy fully, without controlling it.

That evening, Noha took Anna, Nitzan (also from Beyond Words), and myself to her house for a feast in our honor. One of the things you discover about Arab culture, and about which they are deeply proud -- and rightly so -- is their incredible hospitality. They welcome you into their home whether they know you or not. They give you all their food. When you are in an Arab culture, you can be sure that you’ll be taken care of and treated as an honored guest wherever you go.