Tag: Somatic therapy

  • Being Witness in Trying Times

    Being Witness in Trying Times

    I attend the Patuxent Friends Meeting. I was raised in this meeting, in part, by my mother and father who chose to help build this container with others for their faith and abiding belief in peace. Friends (aka Quakers) carry a core belief in peace and peaceful ways. Nonviolent communication, diplomacy, consensus, and conscientious objection have centuries of discourse amongst Friends.

    Part of that Quaker Process involves “witnessing” or “being witness” in trying times. An example of witnessing can be seen in this piece from 1958 delivered by Ira De A. Reid to the Race Street Meeting House in Philadelphia from a series called the William Penn Lectures:

    “Our witness tells us that we need not wait for nuclear warfare to strike us before we strip our lives of these superfluities; we need not wait for events to bend our wills to unison. Wherever we are, the worst has already happened and we must meet it. We must simplify our daily routine without waiting for legislation; we must take our political and public responsibilities without having to take the negative action of being “against” nuclear testing, the death-use of science, the military-moulding of education. We must work for the unity and effective brotherhood of man without letting further wars, acts of congresses, decisions of courts, prove that the current pursuit of power, profit and all manners of material and social aggrandizement are treasonable to both Divinity and Democracy. The testimony of inward peace calls for a rebuilding of ourselves, which is no easy formula. For it is not enough for us to do all that is possible: we must do that which seems impossible, bringing to every activity and every plan a new criterion of judgment — a criterion obtained from within.

    The bold emphasis I added because it is the core part of being witness that I believe may be misinterpreted–our orientation to crisis, overwhelm, suffering, war, or emergency involves integration into our very somatic being so that we may see that another way is possible, another world becoming real, and a path to peace open. Indeed, I am speaking to witnessing, orienting to what is happening now, and then moving with coherence towards conscious action.

    I draw a line of contrast between the imaginative agency and autonomy Reid references as “witnessing” and the more stoic, perhaps journalistic, gumshoe detective or medical reporter type of “witness”, a supposed emotionally suppressed documentation of facts over which the witness has little control. Reid here calls forward an incarnation, an embodiment of values, orientation to the present moment of conflict, and an imagination of what could happen, not simply what seems like it must happen. Indeed, the act of witness suggests an invitation to pause and consider, rather than rush to act.

    To witness, to me, involves looking around me, observing trees and forests, listening actively to instruments and symphony, and clarifying confusions. My nervous system is doing this–the trick is staying present with its assessments towards integrated conscious action. From my somatic therapy perspective, I see a link from the Friends’ notion of witness around core values like pacifism to Somatic Experiencing’s emphasis on orientation in our threat responses. When an unexpected sound or motion occurs (twig snaps or something darts), our physiology cues automatic responses designed to discern whether the unexpected is a threat. We learn habits over time such that we may lose nuance to the unexpected and interpret all unexpected moments as threatening as elaborated in Poly-Vagal Theory.

    The trauma we often experience, per Somatic Experiencing, involves a deep interruption in the process of orientation, response, re-orientation, and reflection or rest. Something happened too fast, too quickly, for too long, out of our control, after which our nervous system learned a survival lesson of “never again.” Thus, we may get trapped in any moment during the orientation cycle when a trigger of the trauma is presented. We could be stuck in constant orientation, being hyper-vigilant over our surroundings. Or we may react quickly to any change in our surroundings, moving things, fixing things, acting without permission or need. Or we may resent requests to reflect, reconcile, process, or clarify as burdensome, troublesome, or accusatory. Or we may never take time to reflect, rest, and reset.

    In any event, the anchor to our actions remains our capacity to orient, respond, re-orient, and reflect or rest, expanding our capacity for collective well-being through individual knowledge of self. Somatic Experiencing holds that we begin to thrive, not just survive, when we repair our core orientation cycle, allowing ourselves to experience a completion of a thwarted or interrupted response. When we fully witness our autonomic response to our surroundings and consider how fully and imperfectly human each of us is, I find myself humbled by my own autonomic reactivity and others, while bolstered by how quickly our resonant nervous systems seek repair and resolution, when given the space to re-orient and rest. And I find many sources of humor along the way, embracing laughter as a discharge of sympathetic charge over the unexpected that is clearly not a threat. My orientation becomes a felt experience in sensation, not an abstract report on the overwhelm I survived.

    We are in trying times. ICE and DHS run amok. MAGA fights with others hoping to save the soul of a nation. Core public health and social welfare infrastructure has been devastated for generations while investments in artificial intelligence, detention and data centers, and weaponry explode. Genocide in Gaza is live-streamed. We are in multiple moments of overwhelm where what we witness invites a dissociated and misanthropic cynicism. Naturally, I want to disconnect, avoid, and not feel the sense that Obi-Wan Kenobi felt when Alderaan was destroyed.

    But that old Jedi did not shirk the feeling–he integrated it after acknowledging it. The division, pain, and suffering we are witnessing invite our fully felt sense to recalibrate and adjust. If we stoically report the pain without feeling it, I believe, we recreate the conditions of that emergency room as a perpetual cycle of disembodied suffering, long after we leave the hospital. Dissociated behavior minimizes the pain of others so as to avoid feeling the pain. Associated behavior integrates what is witnessed into a felt empathy that yields action, even if the action is as simple as conscious listening without interruption. Incarnated witness integrates the imagination of what could be to confront the mendacity of the present conflict.

    Or as Reid put it, proper witnessing involves a felt sense of the criterion within, the clarity offered through practiced values of reflection, peace, and democratic consensus. Quakers often speak of the inner light, of letting the spirit move one to action, and of taking time to see what happens after the action. I add that the criterion within is a felt sense, a gut instinct anchored by a conscious understanding. When we feel coherent, there is a sense of flow between our gut and our behavior in the world. When there is conflict, we feel that in the gut also and our behavior in the world reflects that sensation. And when we keep learning that the world is too much, we invite each other to dissociate from our guts and maintain a hegemony served by our dissociation or alienation. The arms dealer profits so long as there is war, no matter who “wins”.

    For me, a somatic response to our shared social circumstance welcomes the Quaker notion of witnessing as an embodied incarnation of conscious and coherently integrated action that crafts a dynamic and playful world. Social ecologists have long advocated for us to develop counter-institutions that teach us what else we might do together without the structures of oppression and capitalism overdetermining our conditions. We have to experience the utopia to believe in what could be. The simplest way to get there may be feeling a little bit of coherence now, with each other. To do the work of rebuilding ourselves together, daily, through each interaction, and by sharing resources.

    To me, the current discourse about data centers and detention centers demands witness. In concentration camps, human beings are deprived of medical care, legal representation, and access to family. Simultaneously, the powers-that-be foist data centers upon unwilling communities from the source of precious metal extraction to the factories of device construction to the sites of server farms. The juxtaposition of locking up people and farming artificial intelligence remains an abiding watermark of this moment. Social intelligence sacrificed for artificial algorithmic energy vampires, both kinds of centers creating compounds desecrating land and water where they are built.

    When such juxtapositions and social contradictions present themselves, I am comforted by the practice of embodied witness, incarnated action, and collective reflection. May we each see rainbows in all the broken mirrors of this time. Perhaps once the structures built to fail, fail, then we can put in place these other ways we have been working on. Other ways of listening, sharing, and seeking peace through resolution, reconciliation, reparations, and regeneration. Ways that don’t wait for permission to find peace, but peacefully gives permission for us all to be and then encourages action that lets us all thrive.

  • ICE out

    I cannot enunciate more completely the simplicity of this sentiment. Get the masked, incompetent, and unaccountable state police off our streets, off the payrolls, into court rooms, and in community reconciliation. Recently listening to a podcast, a therapist made the point that one cannot fix systemic oppression individually.

    One cannot individually practice enough wellness strategies to end the stress of being profiled, assaulted on the street and in one’s home, pulled from one’s car, snatched off of a plane en route to one’s family, locked for months in an overcrowded facility not designed for human habitation, or murdered by uniformed slave catchers claiming a moral righteousness as they enact inhumanities upon us and in witness of us with the backing of the arsenal of the United States. The best one can do with individual therapy, in my view, is recognize where individual agency ends and collective action begins. Ultimately, the goal of any therapy would be a well-adjusted individual in a supportive environment free of chronic violence and full of guarantees for our universal human rights.

    Thus, I must speak up, “ICE Out!” Sometimes the most important boundary to set is “¡Ya Basta!” or “Enough Already!” We do not have to know the solution to declare that this violence must end now. We are all humans and deserve dignity, compassion, and safety regardless of who we are, where we are from, and why we are in our current circumstance. The somatic experience of this moment should be unsettling because it is breaking the web of life and community that makes us whole, capable, and loving individuals. The somatic experience of wholeness is the right of all humans.

  • License to touch

    Image of a branch in Battle Creek Cypress Swamp, 2025.

    In 2025, I returned to Maryland, where I grew up, graduated high school and college, and fled in 1996. Nearly 30 years since breathing the green, humid DMV (DC-MD-VA) air, I am again in Calvert County. Battle Creek Cypress Swamp. Chesapeake Bay. Underground Railroad. Charles Ball. Calvert Cliffs Nuclear Power Plant. Flag Ponds Nature Park. Calvert High School. Patuxent Friends Meeting.

    And I just gained my Licensed Massage Therapist (LMT) status in MD (MD#06970). I am excited to have the license to touch, discuss our somatic experience with clients and peers, and to collect fees for services where needed. I currently carry licenses in New Mexico and Maryland which feels novel. Please spread the word–Jered is offering somatic therapy and education to individuals or groups, in person or virtually.

    I’m reflecting on transitioning my NM LMT to a MD LMT–background checks, verifications of curriculum, attestations of good moral standing, affirmations of proper behavior by the NM State board to the MD board, a jurisprudence exam, and over $500 in fees to various bureaucracies. Notwithstanding the adjacent history of massage with brothels and human trafficking, nor criticizing the goal of ensuring therapists have requisite training, competencies, and references–the process (several months) seems in stark contrast to our access to guns.

    Maryland’s Handgun Qualification License requires a background check and a 4 hour course with many exemptions for manufacturers, law enforcement, military, firearm dealers and antique marketeers. In Maryland access to firearms are not enshrined in the state constitution and local access is determined at state, county and city levels and by the state’s abutment with VA, DC, PA, WV, and DE who each have their own gun laws. There are competing blocks interested in gun laws as there are elsewhere: national lobbies, local retailers, gun users, victims of gun violence, and gun manufacturers.

    Where I grew up, hunters like their rifles. Most early country road memories for me involved seeing those on proud display in the back of pick-up trucks during annual hunting season preparations. I did not participate with the exception of using a bb rifle gun to target various action figures that friends and I would set up. We all played capture the flag with cap guns, Western fantasies of conquest (Cowboys and Indians), and some sort of strange each for themselves, last gun wielder standing battle.

    But most of us did not graduate to firearms, hunting, or human combat. Granted, I am from a family of transplants to rural Maryland, not the nativist white family that claims original rights here. And I am from an immediate family of pacifists. I recognize that guns, fundamentally, are designed to kill, despite any sporting arguments to the counter, with the exception of perhaps paint guns and the like. I respect the art of shooting, but I never needed a gun, nor do I want one now.

    I grew up when the era of drive-by shootings gave way to the rise of militia style patriot and isolationist groups, which presented to me as disaffected white men. The attempt on President Reagan. Timothy McVeigh. Waco, TX. Columbine. Not to mention the broader pop culture fascination with guns connecting them with machismo, patriotism, freedom, family, and the conquering right of self-defense which increasingly includes female revenge tales. In America apparently, if beaten down, one can return a hellfire of bullet ridden vengeance.

    I do not see guns as partisan. They seemed to do as designed and advertised–kill. I am the grandson of WWII veteran traumatized by the instant deaths he witnessed. Friends still live with the health impacts at all levels of their being of having survived war. And no movie or television show presented anything different. Pull trigger, solve conflict, kill enemy. This is even more so in gaming entertainment, slang, and .

    I argued early on that it is the scale and ease of pulling the trigger that is the problem. It is of a different immediacy, range, speed, and lethality risk than a knife, bow, or spear. If the gun is not the problem and people kill people then I would like to keep the technology of killing away from people who would like to solve conflicts with annihilation. Maryland has a “Red Flag” Law, but for me the red flag is needing the gun–and the red flag indicates a culture of violence and cruelty, not marksmanship or an aberrant individual using a gun. Why are we living in a way that needs such immediate lethality as a guarantee of civility against our otherwise beastly desires to kill each other? Are we really all secretly holding back murderous Hobbesian instincts?

    I just don’t buy the premise. Most people are not a threat. A few are. Even fewer are coming for me mortally. I do believe that trauma is uniquely situated within social animals–it is not the emergency alone, it is how others support us or don’t that tips the trauma scale. We mitigate trauma by showing up for each other. Trauma increases when we suffer alone and misunderstood.

    Who could feel like a gun is a guarantee for their survival in the face of a hostile culture? Historically, black people, as the Black Panthers epitomized. Women caught in a cycle of domestic abuse including gun violence from husbands. Indigenous people faced with Jared Diamond’s Guns, Germs, and Steel. Labor organizers faced with federalized massacres like Ludlow, CO. I get why these folk might want a gun to stand their ground.

    But that is not who I see demanding guns be easily available . I see white people and white men in particular feeling like it is their god-given and generational heritage to use, own, bear, and pass on guns to each other without government interference. In Maryland, long guns have very little regulation compared to handguns. For long guns, there is no permit required to purchase, requirement to register, have an owner license, and can be on display in an office or vehicle. The way we imagine a knight bequeathing a sword to a page appears to be the way Maryland thinks about hunting rifles. (They still host jousting here.)

    Circling back to my massage license. I have to put in over 700 hours of core training with at least 16 hours of continuing education every 2 years including ethical considerations in massage therapy practice. Something so basic as human touch has a regime of regulation, reporting of violation of professional standards, and sanctions for the therapist who touches inappropriately. I have to demonstrate anatomical, procedural, and record keeping competency. And I must be held accountable for any harm I cause to a client.

    Perhaps our approach to guns could learn something from our approach to touch.