by Jill Lazenby, about May 15, 2010:
Claudia tells her story of gender and betrayal from her left side.  She shares with us that it is from this side of her body that the information flows, and there is a sense of the right side being constricted and contracted.  As she begins her movements and sounds I find myself slipping into a meditative state.  I can't always look at her directly and so adopt an unfocussed gaze and attend mostly to sound - feet sliding on the floor, and moans that create a sympathetic resonance inside me.
After a time she invites us to join her and I find that while my mind goes blank my body wants to move into her space.  I am nervous but do not resist.  I am sitting cross-legged on the floor and slide a bit closer to her until I can feel the edge of the energy field around her.  I don't know why, but my body wants to be just inside this field.  As I cross the boundary about 8 feet around her and slide inside the field I am possessed by a tremendous urge to powerfully constrict.  I release into this.  I allow myself to curl up, hugging knees tightly into my chest.  I find I can't get tight enough.  I start to feel desperate and squeeze myself tighter and tighter and feel a strong grief emerge.  I can't look at Claudia but hear and feel her moving around me.  I can't name all my feelings but know that I must get smaller and tighter.  I feel a strong desire to shrink.  I see myself curled up as a fetus, longing to go back into the womb.  It feels like there is too much light shining on me.  I long for a heavy darkness to curl into.  Tears slide out of my eyes and I hide my face under my hair, rocking back and forth.  I can only look with one eye at Claudia, mostly at her feet.  I don't want to see her, yet I can't look away.  A grief cry emerges from her and resonates.  I feel that we somehow reject each other and yet at the same time connect.
I become aware that she is lower to the ground and moving closer to me.  My left arm begins to extend towards her.  It is bent and twisted at what seems an odd angle and the fingers are splayed.  Slowly, slowly she moves towards me with an extended right arm.  I wonder if we will make physical contact.  I let my arm do what it must and wait.  After a time the ring finger connects at its very tip with the very tip of one of Claudia's fingers.  The surface of contact is very small but there is a great pressure.  A powerful concentrated energy releases through this small space.  I can't tell if I am receiving or giving energy, or if this is an equal exchange.  It is electric.  
After some time we break contact.  A deep yet somewhat pleasant fatigue washes over me.  I lie down and feel as if I could sleep for days.  At the same time I feel very alert, very awake.  This time the light seems to bathe me in a soothing warmth.  After some time I sit up and feel that it is time for me to move out of the field.  I sit on a chair and am this time able to observe Claudia with a wide gaze.  I am back to being a spectator.
Claudia emerges from her inner exploration.  She writes for a long time with her left hand.  I get up and walk around.  She offers us chocolate.  We all share some and become grounded and clear.  Then a powerful thought flashes into my mind.  It is pure truth.  "Claudia!" I say, "I was your right side!".