Why I went to a Bloodline Healing workshop: A Participant Speaks

A past participant named Gus shared his transformational experience of the Bloodline Healing process. He attended 2 intensive 4-day workshops in the span of less than a year.

Q: What made you want to experience Bloodline Healing?
Gus:  : Just my trust in those people, my trust and love for those people (the facilitators). They literally saved my life.  I had been on the verge of a major heart attack and I didn’t even know it.  I just knew that I felt miserable.  When I first went to see her as a new patient,  Aviva asked “What brings you here today?” and I said, “I think I’m dying of a broken heart.”  I didn’t mean it in a romantic sense, I meant it literally. I could feel that my heart was breaking down somehow, and I didn’t know what to do about it.  She asked me to tell her more.
I told her I didn’t think I was able to give my heart what it needed, and she asked me what, exactly, I meant.  I didn’t have to think it over. I knew that I was suffering from a lack of loving interaction with other people, and that I felt like I was starving at an emotional and spiritual level.  My heart and body were starving for blood, and the energetic effect upon my psyche was equally crippling. It seemed like I just didn’t have it in me to show up for my own life anymore, and I sadly said so.   The amazing thing was that Aviva really heard deeply into what I was saying – I felt that she could feel the full complexity of it all, which instantly lightened my burden. That was the first step of her healing procedure. She put on her stethoscope and listened for awhile, and then she looked me in the eye and said, “I think you have some plumbing problems in there, and we’ll have to fix those first. Then we’ll work on that other stuff.” I hoped she really meant it.  A week later I was having heart surgery.
After I came out of the hospital, Aviva directed me to Jessica, who became my therapist.  Jessica helped me to realize that the next step in my healing was to learn how to keep my “heart-presence” open and flowing. I learned that the quality of the feelings that flow through your heart are every bit as important as the blood. In the midst of our work, she recommended that I see George to explore some specific issues in greater depth. Aviva’s promise to “take care of that other stuff” was coming true, and I was deeply grateful that she hadn’t forgotten what I really needed most.
The opportunity to do a workshop with these life-changers was a no-brainer, although it did intimidate me.
I wondered if I would prove to be fully up to the challenge.  Finding the courage required to work on yourself should never be underestimated!
Q: What was your experience of working with the facilitators?
Gus: It’s marvelous to work with George. I was surprised when I met him, because Jessica had told me that he was a Native American Healer, and I thought I was going to be meeting some wizened old-timer who wore a lot of ceremonial feathers. I mean, that’s the image that jumped to mind! Then I meet this guy in his mid 30’s wearing a Hawaiian shirt, and I thought “what’s the gag here?”  But the most powerful healers always appear in the most convincing disguise. . . and my original image of him may have actually been very accurate.
I realized that a lot of George’s strength comes from his ability to listen to people deeply. To really hear what their whole being is trying to say even as they struggle with words. He seems to become a safe medium through which people can express the invisible and difficult things inside of them. 
I quickly realized that he wasn’t working from some cookie-cutter procedure. Every person had a unique complexity, and he was totally open to whatever came up.  His genius is his ability to comprehend people in their wholeness, and perceive what’s inside of them, in a completely unprejudiced way. He just quietly moves into this deeper state of presence, right in front of everybody, and you can feel everyone in the room moving with him, through these new levels of awareness. By the end of the workshop you’ve been so radically opened by witnessing this magic over and over, that it’s hard to go back into the regular world and function in your old ways. And that was a good thing for me, because those old ways were what had been making me sick.
Q: When you worked with your family tree in the workshop, did you gain any new insight about your family or your ethnic background?
Gus: I was surprised to realize that all the men in my family, on both sides, had died young, mostly of cardiac issues. My dad died at 60 and I probably would have died at 52 if I hadn’t gotten the heart surgery. So I realized that I had been able to veer around the old family pattern and claim a new life that had been denied to my elders.  I was surprised to realize that I carried a lot of guilt about that, which was getting in the way my being able to live fully and freely.  Ordinarily, that kind of knowledge might have been too intense for me to deal with, and I would have tried to repress it.  But since it came up during the workshop, I was able to work through that stuff and claim a new sense of my right to be here, to be as fully alive as possible.  In the workshops, there is a constant flow of new revelations, and an increased ability to see more clearly into the context of everybody’s inner struggles. It’s really quite powerful.  It’s incredibly moving to watch people awaken out of the intense pain of their repression and fears, into a new sense of their own aliveness.
Q: A major event at the workshop is the Ancestral Dialogue where participants get to speak out loud to their deceased loved ones. Can you describe what you remember from the experience of doing your Ancestral Dialogue?
Gus: What I started to realize, was that with every meaningful relationship I’ve ever had, there is a deep memory in your body of exactly what it feels like for your own personal aliveness to interact with the unique living energy of somebody else. That complex body-memory is safely stored within us at a deeper and more profound level than the simplified sort of intellectual memory-data we usually live within.
You begin to recognize that it’s still possible to access those vivid sense-memores of being in the presence of other persons, whether they’re living or dead.  This is because the people you love are always alive within you, whether you recognize that or not.  And when you make genuine contact with that awareness, all kinds of lost knowledge floods into you. And that can rock your world.  I don’t know if  it’s just our deep memories that are being awakened, or if we are literally reaching across the veil to another dimension, but the experience is richly infused with an otherworldly quality of the living truth of your connections with those precious others.  The workshop gets you to that place long enough for you to do some serious exploration, and realize some precious gifts.
Even so, I had a hard time accepting the experience in the moment because it was beyond anything I had ever known, so the whole time I was doing my process work, I was going on pure faith. I thought, “Okay, I’m just going to believe that this thing works, even though I can’t really feel it yet, and I still have all these problems with the technical issues of speaking to dead ancestors, but I’m just going choose to go with it, and maybe something will happen here that’s bigger than I can understand.”  I was afraid, perhaps, of feeling the power of that kind of connection and not knowing what to do with it, or of finishing the workshop and then not being able to have access to that stuff in my everyday life.  I was afraid, perhaps, of feeling an amplified sort of loneliness for those lost loved ones that might be too much to deal with.  But really, I was afraid of feeling the depth and power of the love for them that still lived deep inside of me. That realization was a hard but necessary wake-up, and dealing with it directly was one of the biggest lessons and gifts of the whole experience.
Afterwards, It took me awhile to realize that the radical openness I discovered in the Bloodline Healing could continue to thrive and be present in my daily life.  Realizing this was like discovering plutonium, and I wanted to share it with everybody, but I realized that these realizations were light-years ahead of the  comfort-zones of most of the people that I knew. Many of them had no interest in diving into their depths, and did not take kindly to my eagerness for discussing these things.  Finally, a big surprise came when I finally learned to how share this new kind of aliveness, not by talking, but by listening …. deeply and soulfully.
I suddenly realized that this sort of high-quality, empathic attunement to others might be one of George’s special “super-powers” for advanced healing.  He has this ability to really hear what’s deep inside you, and to mobilize a transformative warmth of compassion from within himself that can radiate into your own heart and release you.  All the facilitators have this super-power as well …Dina, Aviva, Anna, Jessica. They’ve all faced and fought with their own demons, and this has given them the depth and insight to face the demons that torment others. They know that new life is possible, because they have lived that journey for themselves. That’s the message that they’re radiating out of their presence the whole time. Part of what the Bloodline Healing is all about is this process of learning to move through those difficult obstacles until you can begin to feel fully and openly conscious in every moment, without hiding behind  the protective armor of intellect or denial.
Q: Have you noticed any changes in your relationships to others since the workshop?
The workshop has helped me learn to look at people in terms of their potential wholeness, to see into what’s blocking them and how they’re trying to break through into a fuller aliveness. I find that if I can somehow touch upon an awareness of what they’ve been blocking out, it can open them up to a more conciliatory viewpoint toward their own existence, and ease them into a clearer sense of flowing presence. It also makes them easier to get along with, if they are still talking to me!
In the workshop, you watch in amazement as each person discovers the courage to decisively confront their wounding, their deepest fears, their rage and anger and memories of spiritual humiliation….  and then there’s this beautiful awakening into the natural state of wholeness that’s always been inside of them. Seeing this happen time after time, with so many completely different sorts of people… it gave me a new faith in humanity, and a deeper appreciation for my own struggle to discover my own life.  It just made me fearless in the world.  I noticed that after the workshop, I was so happy to be alive and awake, that I always seemed to be radiating a joyful presence, and people would beam it right back at me. It was a delicious surprise to realize that my simple joy in living was provoking so many smiles.
Q: What is your advice to someone who would like to try Bloodline Healing for the first time?
This workshop is all about re-discovering how to live from your heart, and how to reconnect to a fuller participation in your own spiritual presence.  Be prepared to realize how much your hard working intellect has not been able to see.  Be ready to rediscover all those other aspects of your consciousness that are ready, waiting and willing – as designed – to put you in touch with your whole life.
And be sure bring a journal so you can capture some of the significant details and feelings that come up during this process of unfolding, because after you have returned to the “regular world,” they will provide essential clues for guiding you back into the depth of your own personal work, as well as your deep body-memories of the powerful magic of this experience.


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Touched by Healing in Hawaii


Oahu, Hawaii.  Kaneohe

At the Papahana Kualoa Waipao taro farm, I was invited to a public gathering of healers and hula dancers called the Pā I Ke Ola – Touched by Healing event.  It began with a Hawaiian oli (chant) to open the honoring ceremony, followed by traditional Hula dancing.  Each song  that was sung and danced honored a different aspect of Hawaiian culture, including the beautiful land of Kaneohe where the event took place.


In the distance, a wonderful mist covered the tops of the Ko’olau mountains in Kaneohe.  Participants crossed the nearby stream to view the taro patches that were fed by the fresh water.  Taro, which is the staple traditional food of Hawaii, had been planted in traditional fashion and used to make poi (mashed taro).


There was a tent for people to receive lomi lomi, the Hawaiian bodywork that incorporates massage, bone/joint adjustment, as well as spiritual cleansing.  Students of Kumu (teacher) Alva Andrews set up their stations, with some working on massage tables and other working on traditional Hawaiian mats.  The traditional Hawaiian music gave way to more modern blues as a live band played in the background as they began to serve the delicious food.

Traditional Hawaiian foods were served including Ulu (breadfruit), Kalo pa’a (steamed taro), and Laulau’s (meat and fish filled taro leaf packets).

In the past, I have received powerful lomi lomi sessions from Enrick Ortiz, one of Kumu Alva Andrew’s original students.  After years of hearing about uncle Alva from Enrick, I finally had a chance to meet his mentor who was being honored at Pa I Ke Ola. Kumu Alva has studied with lomi lomi master Kumu John Kalua and also studied ho’oponopono (traditional Hawaiian counseling/mind healing) with Aunty Abbi Napeahi.  His big hearted approach to healing lead him to also study outside of his own tradition with Hindu Master Gaush Supun.  These trainings have melded together to craft his own unique style of healing which he shares openly with people of all backgrounds.


The Hula dancers and lomi lomi practitioners, honored lomi lomi Kumu Alva Andrews.

Under the Lomi tent at the conference, a mutual friend, Aunty Diane Stevens-Poire, introduced me to Kumu Alva.  As we engaged in honi, the traditional Hawaiian greeting where our noses met and we breathed in each others’ breath, I felt a rush of care from Kumu Alva. The purpose of the honi is to have a pure exchange of each person’s Ha (breath of life), a moment to truly share each others essence.

We talked story, as I shared with him my training in the Iroquois healing arts that were transmitted to me through my uncle. He said, “your tradition is Native American, and mine is Native Hawaiian, but in the end it’s all the same spirit.  We just have different vocabulary.  All peoples come from the same source.”  He smiled brightly, then invited me to gather with him again to talk more about how to build that bridge between our different approaches to healing.  I felt honored by his respect.

It really warmed my heart to see these ancient practices in Hawaii continue on with the younger generations.

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Champagne Ponds of Hawaii

Champagne Ponds, Big Island Hawaii
We stopped at the hard, black lava rock road in my 4 wheel drive Tucson. While technically, my car was four wheel drive, it’s suspension was not high enough to handle most 4 wheel drive jobs on Big Island. After a few chunky clanks to the chassis, I backed out of the rough road. Our car was not going to make it.
“Well, we can always park in front of the gated community and walk in!” That was plan B. You see, there are only 2 ways into the Champagne Ponds in Puna District. The first way we tried was to go four wheeling through an unpaved road. Your standard Jeep rental will do the trick, just in case you plan to visit. I don’t recommend using standard SUV’s for the job. The other way into the pongs was through a gated community where you either need to be a guest of a community member or you need to park outside and walk ¾ of a mile through the town. 
As my partner and I walked our 2 dogs through the neighborhood, we were amazed by how many houses had their very own lava rock ponds. The water table was so high that you could dig down 10-20 feet and discover a well spring filling your private pond. It looked like a scene out of Lord of the Rings, where elves had taken over the land and built pools for rejuvenation near their ornate houses. We didn’t mind the walk through the secluded village, and neither did the dogs.
Our puppy Pa’a bounced with each step, a sure sign that he was 7 months old. Our other dog Sasha, arrived a few days earlier after having knee surgery 2 months earlier. She flew in from New York back to Hawaii, drained from the travel and still recovering from her rebuilt knee. It had been a rough 5 months for our budding family as we sorted out Rabies boosters and orthopedic doctors from afar. But now, the turmoil was over. Sasha was home and our family felt complete. 
We all needed to refresh our mana (life force), so swimming in the brackish water, a blending of cool spring water meeting the tides of the ocean, made for the perfect day trip. There was a lava rock platform where you can put your stuff before diving into the 2 smaller ponds connected with the very large pond.  If you swam to the end of the, you discovered that it opens up to the ocean. Some people camped out in tents for the day on the beach side of the ponds. Other just grabbed their snorkel gear and swam through the pristine water that felt even cleaner than the ocean. The sea waves at the mouth of the pond became slight currents by the time they reached the body of the ponds, making it safe for kids to swim. Another couple brought two Pomeranian mixed dogs named Snookie and Poki who swam freely back and forth to their owners. Even Snookie (no relation to the Jersey Shore) felt safe in the pools. 
As we fussed over how to best transport our recovering doggie into the healing waters with minimal strain to her knee, our conversation was interrupted by the splash of a meaty kur-plunk! Sasha had found her own way into the water and she peddled around like an expert seal. It was her way of saying, “Stop worrying already. I’m fine!” 

I took it as a reminder to cut loose and enjoy! As I swam through the ponds towards the ocean, I had the unique experience of the saltier water pulling away the residual stress that I had felt from the difficult task of caring for Sasha from afar. I decompressed the worry and angst, like a thick cloud escaping from my body. These feelings had been contained in my chest and guts, a necessary containment so that my brain could handle all the moving pieces without the floods of emotions. But now it was time to let it all go. As I released the emotional clouds into the salt water, there was more room to breathe, more space inside. I felt relief, as a merciful bliss took over me. How often do we allow ourselves to dump out the stress so completely?
As I turned around and swam back towards the connected ponds, the cool streams from the fresh water jets tickled my belly. The rush of cool brought an invigoration to my body, as if the new space inside was filling up again with life giving mana. I felt renewed, quenched, and at ease. Most of all, I felt grateful to this natural spot for being an oasis of healing in my backyard. Luckily, you can come visit.

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The Streets of Cairo

Peaceful protests have erupted into violence, as Egypt seeks a new future. Much of the world has watched in shock, as Egypt was believed to be one of the most stable countries in the Middle East. How did this happen? As a Healer, I look beneath the politics of a community in order to address this important question.
An international correspondent, Arwa Damon, relayed the words of an Egyptian mother who spoke about the riots in Cairo. The Egyptian mother said, “This is my responsibility. This is my generations’ fault. It was my generation who chose to remain silent and tolerate corruption for the sake of stability. Now, it has become the problem of my son’s generation. It is our children bleeding in the streets.”
Her powerful insight carried both humility and lament. By humility, I mean the unnamed matron was able to clear away the obstructions from her sight. She was able to let go of denial and pride in order to recognize that history played a part in the riots. The feelings of outrage seen in the protests were not new. There has been a history which smoldered for decades. Egypt’s rage and fears did not originate with the thousands of young, bloody faces seen on TV. Young adults in their teens, twenties and thirties were born into a controlled, simmering climate. After ingesting that climate, they have become conduits for their parents, aunts, uncles, and elders by screaming the emotions that were never expressed.
The insightful mother’s generation has been fighting an inner conflict between anger and fear. Expressing the anger meant change.  The path of fear led to hesitation, and the hesitation hid the building pressure, like a basement of kerosene that everybody thought was locked away safely. She felt a sense of responsibility, as if there were many conversations at the dinner table about how the people needed to reclaim their society. For her children, the current government is all they have ever known. It is the older generations that bore the burden of knowledge. They knew a different Egypt was possible because the Egypt of their childhood was different than today.
Yet the words of this mother also communicated a certain dread. Did she fear that one day, the basement of kerosene would eventually ignite? “This is my responsibility. This was my generations’ fault,” she lamented, as if her generation had missed an opportunity to face a power structure as it first took root. 
I admire the humility and courage of this mother, for she has revealed a hidden transfer of burden from her generation to the next generation. She has begun to name the invisible burden which her children now carry. This invisible burden is a mixed bundle containing the unmet responsibilities of the older generation and the emotional, unfinished story of modern Egypt. Along with this burden comes those feelings of rage, fear, guilt, and passion seen in the protests. Now, the children of Egypt must embrace the work that their parents and grandparents could not do. How will the older generations support them?

As Egyptians begin to pick up the rubble from Tahrir Square, they will undoubtedly need the help of all their generations. Those of President Mubarak’s generation know that a different kind of society is possible. They can become the greatest believers in their children’s ability to lead. The generations of grandparents, who have watched the violence from their windows, can become the guides. It has been their lives which have held the greatest knowledge of past mistakes. By learning from history, we need not repeat it. 
This is more than a political upheaval. It is the first step in a mass healing of a society. The poignant words of the brave Egyptian mother expressed ownership and guilt. But ultimately, one generation cannot be blamed for the creation of our societies. Growth requires that each generation participate and hold their share of the onus for communication, dreaming, and for implementing the best possible future for the babies in the cradle.

History shows us that riots eventually fade. When the dust settles, it will be time to mend the festering wounds which are still emptying in the riots. As the older generations tell the stories of their struggle, the younger generations can see that these riots were not random. Rather, it has taken generations of stifled malcontent to create the current streets of Cairo. The photo of a mother kissing her son dressed in riot gear brings me hope.  It shows the deep family support that is possible, regardless of what side you believe in.  My prayer for Egypt is that there may be a respectful space where all the generations can recreate their society as a unified family.

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Return of the Healer

Welcome.  This blog is the journal of a traveling Healer, in which I share how a Healer sees the world.  Whether I am working with a client one on one, working on a community healing event, or sharing a Healer’s point of view on world events, the stories aim to help you find growth from struggle.

A few years ago, I went into a dentists office to get a cavity filled.  On the intake forms, it asked for my occupation.  Since I have worked as a Healer full-time for several years, I put “Healer” on the form.  The dentist went through the form and stopped at occupation.  “You’re a…huh?”  She said.  I explained to her that I had been trained by an uncle in the oral traditions of Iroquois (Native American) medicine as a child.  Later, I studied with other Healers, both in the US and also in the Amazon Rainforest. After years of study, I gave a healing session to an open minded physician.  She was so impressed with the experience that she referred me my first clients.  Eventually I was able to build a private practice and leave my Research Associate position at Memorial Sloan Kettering Cancer Center.  I have worked as a Healer ever since.

The Dentist was curious, so she asked, “But what exactly do you do?”
I answered that through ceremony, intuitive guidance, storytelling, and hands on healing, I help people release the trapped stories of their lives.  Regrets, resentment, fear, and insecurity can be carried in our bodies in the form of stress.  Stress is not random.  Stress has a history.  When the story of our stress is held in our bodies long enough, it can affect our relationships and also affect the physical health of our bodies.  I specialize in finding ways to help people release their stress and learn from the unfinished story which they were holding. 

In modern times, Healers do exist, although our society has lost recognition of this ancient role.  Medicine men and women still function in indigenous societies and professional Healers are nestled into offices throughout major cities.  I have met many health practitioners who serve as Healers in the form of Physicians, Nurses, Clergy, Educators, and Therapists.  Each role represents a color of paint on the palate of health care.  Think of professional Healers as a very old and still relivant shade of help.

Check back for my weekly posts on Sundays.  My next post will address the Riots in Egypt.

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