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Spaceholding Testimonials

J + C :

“You’re so gifted Raz. 

To the extent [J] can’t know the gravity of everything that she is truly healing right now. To the same extent, you probably can’t get the gravity of the healing you are facilitating.’ 

I wanted to find a professional, someone who works with psychedelics and works with trauma and understands what the psychedelics do in the nervous system. I don’t want just a random facilitator. I want someone who understands this, who can do a really deep dive with me on what’s coming up. I’m already receiving what I am asking for. Breathing a little deeper now. I’m here. “

“I feel as comfortable and relaxed with you as I am by myself. With you, I can just be ~ no filtering needed, no interpretation, no coloring, it is what it is and nothing else. Your energy does not transgress mine, nothing pulled, nothing imposed, a net-zero meeting. The rest of the world melts away, and we are in a different orbit. A bubble is generated, our own cosmology ~ casting a sphere of safety, its radius defining a container for exploration.”

~ an un-prompted therapeutic spaceholding testimonial from Gala A

“I notice myself becoming a better person every time we interact. Thank you for being the solid, grounded, and principled expression of yourself that through your existence invites others into more integrity and alignment. In the most gentle and loving and nourishing way I’ve ever experienced

That is quite a gift that I know you have worked hard to earn. You are very powerful and wield that power with the most respect and responsibility I’ve ever witnessed.

Just want to let you know that I see you and your efforts yield results you cannot know but change the course of the world you touch. “

N. G.

“A gifted bodyworker I’d met before, and turned to once after a challenging experience I’d had at an edgy party.

Her desire for the afternoon was to perform a dance as tribute to her friend’s newly released song, Devastatious, film it, and send it to the musician, Adey Bell, in gratitude for her work.

Totally up for being a spectator, I nestled myself into a red aerial swing and watched this human turn into a jaguar-snake right before my eyes. Her limbs seemed to uncurl from their joints, her back bending in directions I’ve never seen a back go. Her eyes locking in contact with the camera lens like a dominant seductress. She turned into the song.

It was a synesthesia moment: I was watching music.

When she finally came to a breathy end, she bowed deeply in reverence to the camera, the musician, the song, the moment, and thanked Adey for her gift to the world.

Seeing this moving expression brought one teeeeeny tiny little tear to the corner of my eye.

Which, if you know me, is huge.

I’ll watch episodes of This Is Us with my roommate Troy…him bawling through it while I sit there dry-eyed wondering if I’m a sociopath.

Crying is not any part of my day to day.

But the seal had broken, and that one tear laid the groundwork for what would soon be a flood of them.

After her performance, Michael and Raz asked if they could do some bodywork on me. Grateful for the offer, I said yes as I’d just done a front flip off a horse hours earlier and landed square on my back.

They pulled me into this amoebic tangle of limbs, using the long lines of their thighs to steamroll my IT band as they octopussed up my body and down the other side.

Several minutes later, I was face down on the futon, each of them running a giant buffer over my body. Yes, like a car buffer. They had wide, flat discs attached to them, covered in soft material. But the high intensity vibration ran through my fascia. I felt it in my teeth and bones.

After about 30 minutes of generous buffing, stretching, rolling, and massaging, we all collapsed into a heap of human meatsack, indeterminable arms and legs and sighs.

I rolled to my side and looked up at Raz the elf goddess and felt the vulnerability well up in my voice as I asked, “what do you do when you have a cry but you can’t cry it out?”

She started with the stock answer we’re all used to:

“I listen to a sad song or watch something sad.”

But what she said next was new to me.

“I also make sure I have the space on either side for the experience. I need to know that I have enough time beforehand to get into the feeling. And then I need to know that I have nothing planned for a while after it so that I can integrate.”

Knowing that I had several hours left on this date, I felt the spaciousness hang in the damp corners of my eyes.

“Well,” I thought, “here goes nothing.”

And I gave my sorrow over to the moment, knowing that there are few people in the world more equipped to witness the fountain of tears from a near stranger.

Hands never leaving my back or my side, I clenched my eyes shut and burrowed myself into the darkness.

~ Molly Pearson

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