As life unfolds, many of us leap from stepping-stone to stepping-stone… across the great abyss of the flowing waters of change. I am reminded of the teachers who launched a thousand moments in my life … the mentors of passion-filled experiences and people I have met over decades.

New York! The Big Apple! The experience of New York as a “state of mind.” Manhattan was my first beloved place from the age of 20 to 30 (prior to the rise of Trump Tower, by the way!). From the screeching of the subways to the teeming throngs on Fifth Avenue, rushing to catch my train near Grand Central, and helicopters taking off from the top of the Pan Am Building. My spirit would soar at the very passion with which people lived their lives. And mine was joined to theirs in a New York sort-of-way.

I weep victoriously as memory opens to allow me to relive the scent and sounds of the Ballet, the theaters of Broadway, the concert halls of my 20’s. I frequently remained in the City after work to attend a season of the American Ballet or the Alvin Ailey, often alone, but sometimes meeting my first husband for dinner and a play. Eventually, Pink Floyd at Carnegie Hall and the Rolling Stones at Madison Square Garden were signs of the changing times. Equal to these events were the many professional basketball games, hockey games, and New York Giants Football games at Yankee Stadium, as enthusiasm to live life fully drove my eager youth.

Much of this I recalled when writing my memoir, Tantra Goddess. But so many details were lost in the editing in order to get on with the story. Watching A Ballerina’s Tale this past week, a documentary about the historical success of Misty Copeland, principal dancer of the American Ballet Theater, opened up a deep passion in me. It is those lost passions or perhaps current ones that drive our creativity for living a chosen way.

I always knew I wanted to dance, to move, to soar and leap. I envied all singers and dancers on the stages of New York, but I did not envy their unbridled discipline. I also wanted the freedom to learn in the University called Life. In other words, I also needed to leave my legacy of unexplored art. That is what Tantra Yoga is to me… unexplored art. And the feminine is the Aphrodite of this art form.

Which brings me to the deeper point of this story. How many of those passions have fueled your life? In creating The Sacred Feminine Mystery School with Amrita Grace, we are igniting our shared passion for bringing women together in sacred ceremony in order to help them ignite their lost passions… clearing away anything that stands in the way. It’s time for women to rise together in inspired weavings of many colors.

We invite your participation in our free monthly global video conference, Sacred Feminine Conversations. You’ll have an opportunity to share your passion and truth in a circle of women. (Recordings will be made available to all registrants.) Our January 14 conversation already has 137 women registered! Our next date is February 11 with more to follow. 

Join us in Costa Rica November 4-11 for yoga, ceremony, Shamanic Breathwork®, and sacred sexual healing and awakening for women. Take advantage of the updated early-bird discounts now in place!  As a tribe of passionate truth-seekers, we will Rise, Soar, and More…

 

A Winter’s Tale, Caroline

This is a sensitive concept… and an even more sensitive reality. The practice of Sexual Healing and Awakening is still not a licensed profession. It is primarily taught in Schools of Tantra Yoga, yet anyone can “do it,” or say they do it.

 

As many of you know, the Divine Feminine Institute taught and held week long Trainings with a primary focus on Sexual Healing and Awakening for the students, along with supporting subjects. We had much success with adults seeking to deepen their knowledge and experience of sexual intimacies that brought high regard and a deepening respect to one another.

Now, The Sacred Feminine Mystery School is taking groups of women to sacred sites to engage in the sacred work of Sexual Healing and Awakening along with delicious supporting embodiment practices such as dance, Shamanic Breathwork®, and ceremony.

 

This brings me to the subject of “sexual stealing” and the whole younger generation’s attitude of “hooking-up” – with little or no meaning other than to have sex without connection, intimacy, or regard for the human being – to satisfy sexual needs. Young people deserve an education at the college level if not before regarding the needs and questions from students across our country and the world.

 

There is a movement now on college campuses to educate students about conscious, loving sexuality and communication around consent in an effort to change the culture of sex for the better. For those of you with children you wish to educate beyond what they learn on the internet and porn sites, please consider donating to THE BODY OF SEX, Redefining Sex on Campus. This short, compelling video will give you more info about the campaign that is being Launched on Indiegogo with a goal of raising funds by December 16.

IMAGINE if you had been given this opportunity when you were just starting your sexual life.

I wish you a fantastic Holiday Season.

With all my love,

Caroline

PS I’m closing my Awakening Store in order to simplify my business, and I’m offering FREE DOMESTIC SHIPPING through the end of December. After that, the store goes away! Be sure to get your goodies before the end of the year.

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!

Please let me know your thoughts in the comments section below.

Caroline