Feu d'artifice coeur et refletsI recently had the privilege of teaching a class to 130 students at the One Taste organization in San Francisco. Their primary practice is called “OM” (as in Orgasmic Meditation), or Slow Sex as I understand it from their material. Those who OM love it as a path and a practice just as those who practice Tantra love Tantra as their path and practice.

I had the opportunity to experience an entry-level OM in the form of 15 minute receiving session from a perfect stranger who was recommended by a friend. I felt relaxed and safe, and what I received was a very honorable and delicately offered massage to the upper left quadrant of my clitoris after the hood had been softly rolled back.

This being my first OM, obviously I was a novice. I was instructed to simply lay back, close my eyes, and allow something or nothing to happen. I was not to reach out and touch the man who gave to me, or to try to become aroused… or not. He told me after looking at his watch when the 13-minute mark had been reached, and that we had 2 more minutes before completion of the session. That was the extent of our conversation. I felt open, relaxed, and rested as he wiped the lube from my yoni. I put my panties and skirt back on as he straightened up the sheet and folded the towel, putting his things away in his pack. We embraced and I walked him to the front door and we said farewell… “It was lovely to meet you!”

Astonished? I was! I am told this is such a popular practice that  thousands of people are “OMing.” At lunch hour, before dinner, or anytime one can arrange for a 15 minute OMing session. The rules of OMing are that the man must travel to the woman’s address, he must not charge her for his time, and he must ideally enjoy and receive as much as she does.

I welcomed the opportunity to share my mastery of Sacred Spot Massage and Sexual Awakening and Healing (AH) to the One Taste Orgasmic Mastery students. What I noticed among some of the students at One Taste was that they have their One God (OMing) and were not so open to my offering of sacred spot massage practice with its requirements of eyes open, making sounds, and deep breathing; or to learning the healing modalities of internal massage for both men and women as a Tantric practice. Many others waited in line to thank me as we ended the class, tears obviously streaming down the cheeks of grateful students.

I love the opportunity to weave knowledge and share it with eager minds and hearts. As I walked away feeling an uneasy sensation in my belly, I began to look back in history at the never-ending religious wars–the “my God is better than your God” way of reaching for the same Light. In this case, a similar desire for pleasure and awakening.

I am aware that Tantra is tribal. Tantra is a Yoga that is several thousand years old, a study and practice that has surfaced in modern times as a result of the sexual revolution of the 1960’s.  It is a guide for lovers of love. It has many tastes and many gods (as the Hindu pantheon has many gods and goddesses). And yet, I admit to how simple those 15 minutes were, alone with a stranger I chose to trust with a very intimate part of me. Is it only in America that we are too busy to make love an art form?

I wonder… and I love you!

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Caroline