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Dvorah has an M.A. in Human Development and a B.A. in Early Childhood Education.
She was a featured columnist for the Chicago Tribune Women
News, and has hosted her own TV
and radio shows on Enlightened parenting - and other radical
topics in the field of human development.She has been teaching
meditation, talking
about personal freedom and causing trouble all over the “spiritual”
United States for the past 33 years.
Dvorah's Story
“I came to the United States on the General Moore, a ship
that landed in New York Harbor 57 years ago. My father held me
on his shoulders so I could see the Statue of Liberty holding
her torch of hope and welcome. We were refugees from Nazi Germany,
spared from the ovens and on our way to a distant uncle in Los
Angeles, who was willing to take us in and offer us citizenship.
I still remember the cheers when we finally hit shore. America!
We were safe.
"My mother ended up working as a line-man in a Cheetos factory,
and my father, a tailor, made clothes for Lucille Ball. On Saturdays
my Mom and I would go downtown to get colored blouses to match
the skirts my Dad made, so I’d look well-dressed for school.
"I remember being eight years old, sitting alone on the grass
at Queen Anne Park in South Los Angeles (we lived in a ghetto),
eating my lunch, when I noticed a dozen young black boys moving
toward me. First they walked, then ran and then shouted. I froze.
They encircled me, I couldn’t move. I tried to get up and one
of them pushed me down again. Suddenly, a huge older black man
dashed up, yelling at the young boys, ‘Leave her alone! You punks,
get outta here!’ They scattered. I ran home. Saved again, but
for what?
”One morning, my father woke me up, ‘Get up Dvorah, Your Mother
is in the hospital.’ We rushed to the hospital and my mother had
died—a heart attack at 40. One day she’s making me breakfast before
school, the next she’s gone. I looked for her in the streets of
Los Angeles for years, only to discover she was really gone. But
where did she go? That’s a question that stayed with me. How can
someone be here one second, and gone the next? It was all like
a dream. And then the eternal questions began. What’s it all about?
Why am I here? How is it possible that a person, my mother could
just disappear?
”Years went by, I rock ‘n’ rolled on the Dick Clark show, graduated
high school still a virgin; and at nineteen married the first
good-looking guy resembling Elvis. It was the 60’s. I remember
riding my bike through Griffith Park listening to a hot local
band called The Doors. I fell in love with Van Morrison. Then
the LA riots came! I was huddled in my apartment pregnant at 20
with my first child. What was happening in my America.
”From that day on, I got involved. I marched for Civil Rights,
singing ‘We shall Over Come’ at rallies until my throat was raw.
I taught parents and preschoolers in East LA and Watts, while
gunshots fired outside. I felt part of Martin Luther King’s vision,
‘I had a Dream’, and I was dedicated to making this a better World.
My parents and I were not saved so we could eat apple pie and
watch television. It had to be for a greater purpose.
”One day, at a picnic with my husband and three year-old son,
I had a strong urge to leave immediately. ‘Come on, let’s pack
up and go! It’s time to go home!’ I was so insistent that he got
up, and we all walked toward the car when we heard a loud noise.
We looked up and saw a car careening off the road and landing
up-side-down exactly where we’d been sitting. Crazy! Unbelievable.
And saved again. Why?
”I went to San Francisco, left my son and husband for a couple
of months and marched against the war. I hung out with the underground
freedom fighters, hoping to change the world—it was in a mess,
AGAIN! I had never done drugs, but one day a guy handed me a joint.
‘Go ahead, try it. It won’t hurt you.’ Why not, I thought. I took
a couple of drags and fell asleep.
”I woke up the next morning—and everything looked different. I
walked to Haight-Ashbury Park, looked up at the trees and sky—and
they were vibrating, sparkling, as was everything and everyone,
including me. Things were not as they appeared to be. We were
not solid. Everything blended. The Trees, the rocks, the people,
my hand, we were all vibrating in unison. We were all ONE.
”I went back to the apartment I was staying in, and noticed a
book on table. It was by Allan Watts called, This Is It!
I took the next plane home to Los Angeles and learned to meditate.
Dope was not my path—meditation was. I became a teacher of Transcendental
Meditation. I wanted to know what was real and fair in a world
that seemed so unreal and so unfair. For me the ticket was looking
inside this body and mind—where else could I go for answers?
”I meditated for 30 years, teaching meditation all over the world.
I Studied with some of the greatest Masters and Madmen—and still
knew nothing. I talked the Advaita talk and cried the Bhakti prayer
and had the usual spiritual answers about past lives, energy,
consciousness etc. I had the rhetoric down. But I ‘knew’ nothing.
This may have been It according to Allan Watts, but I wasn’t IT!
”And then, one day, a rainbow shinning through a window landed
on top of my hand. I looked at all the colors—mesmerized in amazement.
‘How could something so unreal, look so real?’ It looked as if
true colors were painted on my hand, and yet it was only a reflection.
I felt a switch go off in my brain. This world is not as it appears
to be. The ONENESS I’d experienced in Haight-Ashbury came flooding
back. This division, this unhappiness in myself, and others, was
like a mass hypnosis, an illusion, like the rainbow shinning on
my hand.
”All I can say, is there is deep peace in the middle of this world
that appears to be so chaotic, uncaring and random. There is deep
knowledge that you can ONLY BE, and sounds so ridiculous and trite
when you talk about it. Anyone Can Wake Up to their True Peaceful
Enlightened Nature in the midst of heartbreak and confusion. That
Possibility, that Invitation exists for Everyone.
”Now if a broken little girl, who came from the heart of Hell
in Nazi Germany, can Awake to the Heart of Peace in America—I
say anything is Possible.”
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