A Voice in Miracles
a pathway to the Other Knowing
"Miracles are a kind of exchange. Like all expressions of love, which are always miraculous in the true sense, the exchange reverses the physical laws. They bring more love both to the giver and the receiver."
A Course in Miracles1
ANNIKA
She was about 45 years old, a blonde, petite woman, very rich — as my colleagues kept mentioning. I was hired to sing in a legal psychedelic ceremony, which entailed 25 grams of truffles ingested by each participant — equivalent to about 5 grams of dried mushrooms, a very large dose by any standard.
Annika was having a hard time for a while, so they took her to the “healing room”.
Nobody could help her. After about 30 minutes they called me in.
When I came in the room I saw her convulsions — big spastic movements in her legs she couldn’t control — she looked quite stressed.
My impression was of a very big split between what her body was doing and what her mind was making sense of. She said things like: what is this, make it stop, what is going on but in a high-pitched, almost cheery tone.
It felt like a bewildered, scared child riding a fierce animal - not identifying with the animal at all. Her level of consciousness had no way to understand or even meet what was going on in the lower part of her body.
My intuition was to not try and relax her or make it stop. I liked the movements. So I actually encouraged her to express it more and more, and connect her mind to these movements. I kept telling her things like: What did these movements want to say? Let them speak. Feel into your belly. Feel into your pelvis. Feel into your legs.
She needed to hear and feel what she was seeing. Her own movements needed to reach her mind and make sense — not through words and explanation but through vibration.
This wasn’t about alchemizing or releasing something in the body. It was about bridging the body movement, the charge, the energies — up to the level of understanding. Only her own voice could do that.
We started moaning, roaring, screaming, I joined with my voice, following her energy flow - staying close to what was already happening naturally - amplifying a bit here and there, sharing the new frequencies so as to make it more real; to anchor them as a possibility.
Her voice became gradually more raw, more animalistic. It had layers of grief and deep anger — not directed to any thing or anyone, just power. It felt more mature and more grounded than her voice from before.
I was observing intently, with reverence. In these emergent situations I sort of snap into a zone and in it I just know what to do. As she was voicing, I gave her contrasting, supportive but firm touch, especially around the hip-joints. I let her lead the growling and the screaming, the voicing that came through, mirroring it, legitimizing it.
The image that often comes to me about this type of ‘vocal touching’ was that of a garden stake — that stick you use to help support the plant while it is growing and tender. It felt a little like this. My voice helped her channel find its own course. And when it did, it didn’t need me anymore. It had regenerated its own structuring.
The intervention was for only about 10-15 minutes. By the end of it she was moving her body voluntarily again, fascinated by the new movements and intensity she found.
Her voice was fuller, and she was at the center of it. She returned to the group-space a little bit bigger.
SHANI
We met at a “Conscious Eros” retreat in Israel. I was facilitating a grief ritual with about 80 people and as I was singing, she danced and voiced wildly; it was spectacular and edgy. Something has been activated.
After the performance she came. I have to work with you.
A few weeks later, we met in my studio.
I set up a cozy blanket, some pillows. Since we met in a sex-positive space I invited her to be dressed or undressed as she’d like. She said she often feels lost, depressed, directionless. She wanted to be in her power, to be the artist and the priestess she feels herself to actually be.
I smiled, and opened myself more and more into listening.
This session was for her.
She was moving quite a lot, changing between sitting and lying. I guided her to tune to her body, her breath, to invite her voice. Very quickly some screaming and shaking arrived, but this time I did not allow it. I know how in eros/tantra spaces people are encouraged to “release” their intense emotions, I saw so many times how it can become a habit, a default pathway, and while helpful in certain stages it can create a serious limitation. Beyond that, I had a visceral feeling that this was not her, not the way I already met her.
That day she was on my blanket, and I knew that what she was really needing is a way to contain.
In a quick shift I told her Now is not the time to scream. At first she was taken aback, but she trusted. I gave her some soft touch in her shoulders and chest area, she voiced and I joined her, deepening more and more. She was playful. Powerful. Nothing felt urgent anymore.
Still on the blanket, between the waves, she told me her story.
She grew up in a zionist-orthodox jewish community. As a teenager, she had an unexplained spiritual emergence, a direct revelation from god. For days she was ecstatic, writing fervently, not sleeping. Her parents tried to keep her in-line but eventually hospitalized her, she was put on strong anti-psychotic medications. Her condition worsened. It took her years to move to another city, get off the medication, and learn to trust her own inner guidance completely.
Do you see, I gently offered, she is the same one. The fierce woman that went against all external authority and the powerful sorceress you dream of becoming. Something clicked, she was crying softly.
After the session I received this message:
“Our meeting yesterday awakened something deep within me. I feel like the rope around my neck loosened, as if I’m finally able to breathe. To share my story, with all its pain in the same space I was allowed to be raw— naked, moving, voicing. With no fixing. No judgment. I've had years of therapy, I keep telling the story to myself …but only yesterday did it finally touch my core. I know now this was a gift, this is where my power awaits.”
MAIA
She was in her mid-twenties. Living alone in Berlin, her family—whom she loved—did not understand her.
Very intelligent, very polite. On her own path.
In her session she speaks of bouts of depression and anxiety, feeling she cannot trust her family, but also not entirely trust herself — why am I so stuck?
As she lay down on the floor her body felt tense, she was not sure where to put her arms. I gently guided her into a state of somatic listening, directing her to notice the sensations as she moves her attention between different parts of the body. As I invited her voice, it came out strong, but limited, there was no resonance below the heart.
In the sessions we usually work in ‘waves’— three or four sounded exhales, then a few breaths of complete silence — dropping into the resonance. Those moments are the most precious — I sense into the echoes of her voice arriving in my own body, the sensations and the intuitions as they arise.
Maia’s silence felt like her depths were calling, her being longed to descend deeper into her core. And so she did, gradually, bravely. No catharsis came, only more of her touched, more silence uncovered.
A week or so later she wrote:
“Dear Faye,
Since our last session I have not stopped thinking about everything I experienced while we were together. It was the first time I feel like I embodied ‘darkness’ as a womb that is nurturing, creative, and alive. (or maybe, pre-alive?)
In the past week I have also come to a new understanding of my inner child. With my first therapist, we talked about how she doesn’t know I exist and that we are hidden from each other. How could I ever comfort her and tell her things will be Ok, if we can’t feel each other?
I always thought that finding this inner child and communicating with her would involve calling to her so that she could hear me. I imagined her at the bottom of a very deep well, and we can only see each other’s faces in the distance. Then, after hearing my call she would climb out and join me in the light.
When I visited this womb-space, my inner child and I were together. I now understand that this dark, yin kingdom is her realm. She has hidden herself from outside forces for many years. What I had never seen before is that this realm is rich and full of treasures and beautiful things that she had built. I thought integration meant bringing her into the light with me. Now I think it’s possible that she has been asking me to meet her in the dark place and see what it has to offer.”
The Other Knowing
These encounters are illuminating a particular pathway to truth — one that desires to be known. They all show a specific pattern of regeneration that was made real through what I can now call devotional listening.
To follow someone’s voice is to meet all and any thing that resonates as their infinite Self ‘passes’ through the layers of mind and body, of form. In other words — as it manifests.
I call it devotional because this type of listening is based in the knowing that the Voice gives all necessary information in the sound itself— there is nothing outside of it.
The authoritative fullness is on the same spectrum as the wound and its healing.
The work becomes then about receiving, listening.2
From that perspective, one learns to hear what Alfred Wolfsohn called the mask3 — the personality structure as it is formed through social adaptation.
In a session, this is heard in the voice as a sort of filtering. Unnecessary effort. Suppression. Inauthenticity. Limitedness. I also feel it in the quality of connection - all of a sudden there’s a sense of something unspoken, unexpressed. There is a denser energy in the room that is not being claimed or allowed to be. These are all limitations of the full, authentic bandwidth of one’s voice. With practice you learn to feel it in your body.
When the mask begins to soften, the voice naturally re-wilds, enlivens— and always— descends.
The Vagus Pathway
The transition into fullness, rawness, wildness of the voice occurs in its own timing.
It happens gradually through bringing the attention to the body, opening the mouth... inviting them to discover how their voice moves when it is not instrumentalized so it can become what it has the potential to be — a multidimensional mirror.
In all three cases here the main growth was towards the lower frequencies - not only of the heard voice— but of the bio-psychic functions— the belly, the pelvis, the womb, the sex.
This corresponds to an activation of the parasympathetic nervous system through the vagus nerve - which bypasses the spinal cord and wires the cervix and womb, through the heart and larynx— and then directly into the Medulla Oblongata— the oldest part of the brain which governs automatic functions of the inner organs and is said to be the Mouth of God or the entrance into the subconscious4.
This anatomical knowledge was absolutely irrelevant to these women. Their voice knew exactly what to do and where to go. All our voices do. It is a miracle.
What supported their voice was the shifting of their attention towards a direct, tactile imprint rather than a translated one. They were touched and informed from within.
For Annika, activated by the truffles, the body was dancing parts of her being that demanded wildness, power, space. Touching them with her own voice made them real and introduced them to the part that kept her small and scared.
For Shani — her inner heroine story from the past finally reconnected with her current sexual and spiritual awakening. She needed containment, a counter force to direct her inside so that she could meet the pain through the inner, the silent, the humble and see it in one space, in relation with the fierce and the fiery.
For Maia — a whole new psycho-mythological space activated as she discovered the depths that were calling her. The reframing of darkness, the unknown, as the home of innocence, has given her the confidence and tools to navigate her life beyond the realm of opinions.
This is a decisively feminine, internal pathway — which is exactly why it is just as necessary for men.
Relating in resonance
The way I see it, our systems are made of strings, gongs, various resonators or vibrational instruments. When we come into connection — there is a process of resonance that is beyond our conscious intention. It is a power that is more sophisticated than anything our comprehension can grasp.5
By learning to follow and serve it with curiosity, we expand the capacity to contain and allow an energy through. As a facilitator, I am temporarily lending my system for their process — which of course, has some resonance with my process. Otherwise I wouldn’t be there.
I myself, as a human, have gone into my darkness and into the unknown and into spaces of dying and melting down the personality. I was fortunately able to regenerate the trust in my heart — which gives me the capacity to stay centered when others are in a process of locating theirs.
In resonance-based work, Aliveness shows up as relational signals - Do I feel connected, interested, fascinated, or am I bored?
Because we entangle in this way of resonance, when I notice I feel a certain way, and as I am versed in my own body, mind, psyche’s signals, they inform me of what might be happening with the other person. It doesn't mean that I am always right or know how they interpret the resonant field, but I have a very rich access to the field we share.
This work cannot be done mechanically, I consider myself gifted with a deep love and reverence for someone’s true voice. I know what I’m listening for, and I can feel when it’s there or not. It’s not something I learned, and it’s not something I can teach but I do witness again and again— especially in the group workshops— that once someone meets their own voice in this deep, nourishing way — they discover the same kind of love for any and all other voices.
Self arising — self aligning
Most of us, most of the time, are running on the sympathetic pathway — oriented toward external reality: managing, responding, performing, surviving.
What happens in a session is a gradual invitation to shift. When someone lies down, when the container is safe enough — the sympathetic pathway can loosen its grip. As a facilitator, I offer orientation and containment — and in that, they can begin to drop into the vagal.
When the shift actually happens, you see it. The jaw softens. The forehead releases. The shoulders melt. Sometimes there is a yawning — the body’s clearest announcement that it is changing modes. The voice becomes less directional, more omnidirectional. Fuller. More porous. It stops being aimed at anyone and starts being felt from within.
It is Aliveness.
A Miracle
A rush of water, gushing through the body. A very tangible feeling of vitality, flushed cheeks, tears — the body visibly vibrates. Life force coming through in a very, very clear way.
What is really there begins to be heard. A feeling of fullness. Nothing suppressed or hidden or unspoken. A much greater ease and flow of energy. And often — more connection.
The miracle is the completeness, the wholeness of the voice, how it fountains, how it heals and grows.
The miracle is also about love and what listening actually is— how two humans can come together and through the connection — mobilize something that was stuck. It is the power of the voice, and the power of love through listening.
That's the miracle for me.
Disclaimer: The names and details have been changed to protect privacy. The messages are faithful to the spirit of the real exchanges."
Foundation for Inner Peace, A Course in Miracles (1976), Chapter 1: The Meaning of Miracles, Principle 16.
“What we are aiming for is an increasingly refined sensory literacy — the ability to feel what is happening in our system moment to moment with precision and to trust those sensations as reliable guides. This is not just technical data gathering — this opens up a conversation with the already living pulsating body.” From “Four vocal contemplations around the Well.” Plexus, Principle 4.
Alfred Wolfsohn (1896–1962) was a German-Jewish voice researcher and teacher whose work laid the foundation for extended vocal technique as a form of therapeutic and artistic expression. His central manuscript, Orpheus, or the Way to a Mask, takes its title from his concept of the vocal mask — the filtered, performed layer of the voice that conceals the fuller human being underneath.
The description of the Medulla Oblongata as the “mouth of God” originates with Paramahansa Yogananda (1893–1952), the Indian yogi and teacher who brought Kriya Yoga to the West. In his interpretation of Matthew 4:4 — “Man shall not live by bread alone, but by every word that proceedeth out of the mouth of God” — Yogananda identified the “word” as cosmic life force (AUM/prana) and the “mouth of God” as the medulla oblongata, the principal point of entry of life energy into the body.
“Miracles are habits, and should be involuntary. They should not be under conscious control. Consciously selected miracles can be misguided.” Foundation for Inner Peace, A Course in Miracles (1976), Chapter 1: The Meaning of Miracles, Principle 6.