This place gets 5 stars from me for no other reason than that you usually have to go to New York or at least L.A. to get this level of meshugas in a shul, but, in exchange for a couple of hours on layl shabbos, you can now get it right here in Seattle.
On the plus side (and there were a lot of pluses), the folks there were beyond warm and friendly. We walked in off the street and were immediately greeted by a charming lady behind a table who issued us name tags and a free trial membership (I think it was good for three months) granting us access to more Jewish life-cycle events than you can shake a lulav at. No one seemed to mind or be particularly interested in the fact that we weren't Jewish or, for that matter, heterosexual. We headed into the sanctuary which actually spends most of its time as Seattle First Baptist Church from whom the nice folks at Bet Alef rent space. So, if you're transitioning from Christianity to Judaism, this might just be the shul for you as the surroundings will feel very familiar, though they did tastefully cover up the giant crucifix that hangs on the wall behind the altar. After a few minutes, Rav Olivier took the stage along with his back-up singers. Yes, back-up singers. This Rav is sort of a Sephardic Shlomo Carelbach except he's got a trio of beautiful women not only harmonizing with him but doing some serious swaying and hand gestures; think of them as a sort of haimische Tony Orlando and Shacharis. Truth told, they were pretty good and most of the service was taken up singing our way through the liturgy and with a particularly impassioned version of the hora. The liturgy itself would have been at home in your standard Reform shul, so it should have been over after about an hour and change and, to the Rav's credit, he kept his d'var short and sweet, but just when we thought it was safe to head down to the oneg and grab a nosh the meditation started. I know this is supposed to be the high point of the service and it was really powerful for at least the first 10 minutes, but it went on for quite a while. I personally found it hard to stay focused when instead of saying OMs we started saying SHAL-OMs (but that's just me). After the meditation and the usual concluding remarks, it was down to the basement for the aforementioned oneg and a nice time chatting and eating with some very friendly people who seemed excited at the idea that we might join the congregation.
Bottom line: Though I don't think I could get into their brand of New Age, Kabbalistic Meditative Judaism, everybody owes themselves a trip down to Bet Alef to check out the haps. In the best case you'll find the stream of Judaism you were born to swim in, and in the worst case you'll get a free three month membership and end up dancing the hora in front of some strangers. With odds like that, what are you still doing home on a Friday night? read more