On a Mission from Goddess

“When you do things from your soul,
you feel a river moving in you, a joy.” –Rumi

 

The moment in my life when my Mission revealed itself to me is a moment forever etched in my awareness. It was a stepping stone toward living a life with purpose, passion, and play, and it’s led me into my current dance with the divine feminine as She embodies Tantra. I call this my “Beloved Truth.”

If you haven’t found your Beloved Truth yet, you’ll know you’re there when you feel like a runner at top speed, feeling the endorphins will last forever. You’ll know it when you feel the “high” that comes with finally knowing what you were born to do.

It may take half a lifetime and it may change along the way, but every person on the planet has a Beloved Truth. A call to create or to serve, to inspire or to heal, to bring a great message or to simply receive what is offered.

It began for me when I married my beloved, because I married for a mission… one that I couldn’t name but was starved to obtain. At the core of this mission was love mixed with wanting to work for a bigger purpose that would help people have more fulfilling and happier lives, especially in relationship to their sexuality. And of course it had to begin by embracing the Beloved Truth in my own life.

What I know as “sex” has become an engagement far beyond orgasm, pleasure, release, or recreation.  I love the reference to Tantric sex as an art form for loving ourselves and another. I also love that the basic urge to merge is now enhanced by education, consciousness, and masterful meditations of awareness. I’m very proud to be a part of this movement.

Sexual loving and sexual organs are returning to their rightful places, on the altars of awareness in men and women across the globe. Though it would seem internet “porn” still rules in first place, as the popularity of 50 Shades of Grey reveals, I am confident that sexual consciousness is rising!

Have you discovered your Beloved Truth? Or do you still yearn for it? Please share in the comments below.

With love from the many-faceted soul of a pleasure professional, sexual healer, and goddess of love, Caroline

As an emissary for the liberation of women in the areas of sexual/sensual freedom and pleasure, I am devoted to their advocacy in claiming and living a life of radiant eroticism as casually as they wear a sweater and jeans.

I recently witnessed life-altering transformations during a four day retreat at a first class resort. I was honored to be the female Pleasure Professional for the women enrolled in this sensual adventure. To be trusted by these women is nothing short of divine.

I define my role for women as an experienced “midwife” for their pleasure and wise counsel for what blocks them from owning their right to pleasure. These women are living a commitment to their radiance and erotic divinity, learning (from various teachers) Tantric techniques such as modalities of touch, sounding or toning to enhance orgasmic pleasure, and the true Art of Intimacy that applies to either gender.

You can also achieve more of YOUR radiant erotic divinity by working with me or with other highly trained Tantric educators.

There are many hidden shadows in the sexual soul of the feminine, even with women who consider themselves fully alive, multi-orgasmic and fulfilled. They trust me to awaken and explore their bodies in ways so safe, sacred and sane it makes even me wonder how basic to human life this work really is.  “This work” is at the core of my career as a teacher of Tantra Yoga, sexual healing and awakening.

Loving touch leads my hands into shadows of the sacred space unknown to the conscious mind. I trust my intuition to know, and so do the women I touch.  Sounds and breath encourage physical and emotional release as the nurturing mamma in me soothes the beast of mistrust and fear. Opening to joy is an easy choice.

Indeed this has been an adjunct of my work in the area of Tantra, The Art of Conscious Loving and Tantra for Women. The Divine Feminine began as a university for the feminine soul as early as the year 2000. I have defined and redefined where I can do the most good. The intimate interface of woman-to-woman, hearts open, and souls bared yields results. Freedom to feel and to love joins us at the hip, never to be forgotten. Perhaps this is what the Dali Lama meant when he made the comment, “The world will be saved by the Western Woman.”

I continue to offer a limited number of Private Sessions and Immersions throughout the winter months at my home in Genoa, Nevada.

Stay cozy and warm,

Caroline

How could I not respond to so many of you who commented on my last blog, What’s a Girl to do with The Movers? 

As a Pleasure Professional, a Tantra Goddess, and last but not least, the Queen, I accept the invitation to continue this marvelous erotic adventure, at least in my imagination! In this scenario, my actions have very little to do with my nice girl and much more with my wanton animal self, albeit with a good head on her shoulders.

So many of you you cheered me on wishing I had just “gone for it,” and my sweetheart and I chuckled at the possibility! After fourteen years with the same fantastic man, the ejaculatory relief of the moving guys in my temple of sacred love would not exactly have filled my cups. My pussy, yes, perhaps… but not my Yoni, my chalice of divine intervention with God. Oh, without a doubt, it would have been an adventure into lusty passion on a hot summer day alone in the house… but with my background, this erotic adventure would have gone something like this:

“Hey guys….” (hmmmm….. not quite….. what would that sound like if I was in my power?)

“Men, what Ma’am wants is what Ma’am gets. Steve, reach into that drawer for that tube of lube. How close and how slow can we go? Pass those lovely lips my way, men of steel. Breathe hot into my ear and neck ever so slowly over my luscious breasts. Steve, I want you first, then Quinn… then Mike…. S L O W E R darlings…. until we run out of time and you have to return another day.” Panting hard now, the scent of man and sweat ignites my animal self…

Shit… who has condoms? Not me… never need ‘em! Where’s that lube?

Guys in a hurry never think about a woman needing more WET than they can provide. Damn… lost in the chaos, that lube was too far away. “Hey guys, just keep your blue jeans on and hold me tight, as if you love me more than life itself and you never wanna let me go.”

Right! I am a Tantra Yoga teacher… I know things! I know the difference between my human animal and my divine feminine. I know that sharing about an afternoon’s adventure like that with my darling over wine and grilled swordfish and vegies would not make his day. I know that hot relief is like eating at In ’n Out…(pardon the pun) and is instant gratification (hey, you want fries with that?). And I want you to know that I am having more satisfaction writing about the possibilities than if I were writing about hot sex on a hot day.

Sometimes I lament my graduation into consciousness as it relates to my own sexuality. You can still have it any way you want… there are no rules, only your own truth in each and every moment. I love it all.

Sometimes I want my lover In ‘n Out, and sometimes I want a slow dance that lasts a lifetime. That is how I view the gift of playing with energy as it is called for in the moment.  It’s all Tantric! It’s all Divine! Tantra is, after all, the yoga of everything.

The recent teaching week at Esalen Institute for fifteen couples of all ages and stages held the same gratification as it always has. One of the couples called Charles and I the Sexual Bodhisattvas of Love. Now that is a testimonial I am proud to bear!

Now that I’m settled in my new home and The Movers are long gone, I’ve launched my private practice once again. Individual sessions via Skype or in person (in Genoa, NV) are available and I’m now offering a 3-Day Divinely Feminine Experience scheduled at your convenience!

In harmony with the Seasons,

Caroline

Moving bunniesThere I was, standing at the foot of my unmade bed on a hot August Nevada day, barely covered in lace and roses bra and panties, short skirt and cami, with my three moving men humbly asking, “Is there anything else we can do for you, Ma’am?”

Soft eyes matched hard muscle. I trembled and nearly fainted as shockingly erotic movies immediately played across my mind. “Do for me? Well, yes, now that you mention it… see that dresser over there? It needs to go on that wall rather than this one.” Oh, Goddess help me, I could just lay back on the damn dresser… the bed is too obvious, isn’t it?

I loved these guys. I loved how they effortlessly hauled, dollied and carried thousands of pounds… tons actually, of my stuff the previous day… a move down three flights of stone steps from my Lake Tahoe home that took eight hours before they showed up in two huge vans at my new house in Genoa—Nevada’s oldest town in which Nevada’s oldest Thirst Parlor is the number one tourist attraction. In that one long day we bonded in partnership-of-the-impossible. No time for lunch… no time for dinner… just finish the job and head home with empty vans.

Back to these three men at the foot of my bed… or perhaps I should say to the movies in my head that weakened the very fabric of my seventy years of evolution into a Conscious Lover. For every woman my age I want to assure you we are still capable of prolonged fantasies of sex with young bucks who make a living on their testosterone. I was wet with desire, yet my ‘nice girl’ would have no part of their offer.

“Oh, no thanks,” I squeaked in near-breathless observation of my promiscuous thoughts. They were, after all, the Moving Men. As they followed me back down the carpeted stairs, we hugged good-bye, lingering in the embraces that were filled with the promise of tender passion.

Often unrequited love is the only option. The whole scene was reminiscent of youthful times gone by when I would have jumped their bones—or is that boners? It was a warm reminder of my ALIVE female animal who lives in the deepest recesses of my goddess lover-woman.

Could it be that the Wild West of Northern Nevada has woken up Belle Starr… Divine Madame of the Thirst Parlor and Pleasure Professional? What do you think? Please share in the comments section below.

Your divine side-kick and friend,

Caroline

Yoga teacherAs the wave of consciousness washes over us, people worldwide are finding my private 3-day Immersions as well as the workshops, the webinars, the teachers, the books, and the trainings that fulfill their inquiry about sexual awakening, sexual healing, Tantra, and the divine feminine. My email inbox reveals daily surprises from friends whom I have yet to meet…. students whom I have yet to teach. My enthusiasm continues to escalate as my energy is fueled by these inquiries.

So what does this all mean? As a culture, we are expanding and awakening to more of our potential. This excites me, as I love my unknown potential also. Though daily life still has demands that are filled with details, I look upward toward the greater Yoniverse for guidance, understanding, and my role in the unfolding of a life meant for living.

Is your role in this expansive weaving clear to you? The women and men who practice loving themselves as an art form are the ones who appear to live more and more in alignment with the wave… of joy, fulfillment, and purpose. Loving yourself is not narcissism, but a positive statement that you are special and worthwhile. Many say it is easier to love others than to love oneself. We have been taught that “selfish” is self-centered and therefore not in alignment with the outdated rule that “it is better to give than to receive.”

Balance is the reward when that which goes out also returns; and when that which returns goes out again, just as the waves roll in and back out as I gaze at the shore of the great Sea. It is with sincere gratitude that I write you from my own Source after you have endured so many emails this year announcing this or that telesummit or retreat. Thank you for staying with me as I experimented with being part of so many community events this year!

I will be moving soon to another wonderful house in Genoa, Nevada, the oldest settlement in the state of Nevada, only 25 minutes from Lake Tahoe. For the next few weeks, I will be swamped in boxes and bubble wrap, remembering to read my writings about taking care of myself. My hair appointment is made and my massage appointment is on the calendar, so please stay tuned to how well I love myself during a time of stress!

May the rest of your summer wash you in warmth and play.

I always love hearing from you in the comments!

In gratitude,

Caroline

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

Perrault_Leon_Jean_Basile_Venus_A_La_Colombe Within your own imagination is your potential to merge with HER… or rather YOU… your Divine Goddess… your True Nature. SHE is the inner reflection of you divinely feminine soul.

She is known as “Lady in Red”… or “My Queen”… or “My Lady,” because you bow to her as your way-shower and your guide.  She’s however spritely or divinely you envision HER.

SHE is your best girlfriend… your closest confidant… your observer and your advisor.  She sits on your shoulder or she resides in the temple of your own heart… or both.

Our Divine Femininity is our planet’s savior! Is she Magdalene? The child of Magdalene and Jesus is love itself!

If you choose to marry your soul, you must find the Vows that enable you to speak ‘Goddess,’ not English.

You may choose to use my own Vows in Sacred Marriage to my Soul to guide you:

I VOW THAT … It is time… it’s time… to listen to you, Beloved.

It is time… it’s time… to follow the truth as you speak it to me.

It is time… to Embody the Feminine divine… as me!

It is time… to follow faithfully YOU, my Lady, who dwells as my soul.

It is time… to follow my commitment to dance with your flames, however hot they may be.

I am bathed in your love… I am warm and safe and protected.

I vow to risk ALL in service to you, holy Magdalene of all that you can be.

And then SHE whispers to me from my deepest yoni soul’s voice:

“TEACH AS ME… your feminine soul.
I lick you into full awareness.
My tongue drips nectar upon your lips.
Touch tongues with me and 
ignite the glory of Goddess Divine.
Translate the feminine divine soul
for your friends, family and students

Practice the howl of Ahhhhhhhh!!!
… igniting the sleeping soul of every woman’s wisdom.

SUCK my truth between pursed lips.
DRINK my sweet milk into every cell of your being.

YOU are wet with my love… my never-ending devotion

KNOW THAT I AM YOURS”

 

Moonscape_scenic_landscapeI hereby declare these vows through the light of the Full Moon, in whom dwells Mother Goddess who will never desert me.

Yours in eternal devotion…  

Glammie of the Tribe

Caroline Muir

Queen of All Things

 

 

Queen for a Day

by Caroline Muir

Click… click… click-click-click… the high speed Nikon seemed to have a mind of its own. The woman behind the power has her own power… and a pretty big mind of her own!Wine and smile crop

“Time for new photos,” says I. What to wear? How’s my hair? You don’t know who I am in my new decade, the 8th one when you get past 70. “Wendy,” I request, “capture me in my ecstasy… as I am. Blow my mind right off… surprise the me who tries to stay in control… shove me outside my limits and dare me to let go for the camera. No posed studio portraits, please.”

And so we did… in San Francisco, Golden Gate Park, The DeYoung Museum, the Botanical Gardens… a perfect day. As if I were carried by rickshaw through the gardens of Heaven, the photographer and our make-up artiste escorted me into the unknown. I surrendered… fully… and that is why it worked… in a very orgasmic and organic sort of way.

Glammie hands on legs cropI wish I could do this more often. My confrontation with my aging vanished with each “click” of the Nikon. Believing that I was being seen by the “Beholder” and not by the lame and shallow critic in me was a healing of the highest magnitude. WOMAN (and I am one) spends way too much time confined within the walls of self-doubt. My career as an author and an educator of the Tantric Arts has opened the door of that room and invited me to soar. And that includes my willingness to surrender to the huge power that is WOMAN… in her sexual/sensual in-to-me-see for the world to witness.

White hands on heart crop resizeWhen one of my dearest girlfriends suggested doing this photo-shoot herself to capture her unique ‘brand’ as a psychotherapist, the aperture in me clicked “Yes”!  I treasure how women are my guides into bigger and bigger places within myself, just as I treasure how the men in my life have urged me over and over into bigger adventure, something I have always craved. Show me! is the mantra for people from Missouri where I grew up.

I have been playing out Queen for a Day all of my life. Now my passion and purpose is Embody Your Ecstasy® as the Divine Feminine Awakens through my offerings. Join me!

Please share your comments below.

All my love… always, Queen for a Day

 

by Caroline Muir “Someday, after mastering the winds, the waves, the tides and gravity, we shall harness for God the energies of love, and then, for a second time in the history of the world, man will have discovered fire.”

Fire heartPriest and philosopher Pierre Teilhard de Chardin was on to something. If his words seem startling, it’s because we don’t usually think of love as a force of nature. But indeed it is! Love is one of the most powerful forces in the world. Some mystics say there are only two forces at work: love and fear… light and dark… the beginning and the end.

Sex is an expression of love, as taught historically in ancient India by the Tantric cultures. Yet, it must be sex practiced as an art form, as an offering to the Divine; as a yoga where union of male and female energies are expressed in human form, integrated  with the holy and the sacred. Passion is our birthright while pleasure is a close companion of passion. What inhibits some is the fear of the power of passion. There is passion in sex, just as there is passion for life, for success, for money, for our children… for everything that sings of aliveness.

Blue hands out sun ray tight crop resizeEverywhere I go, people notice something unique about me. I can finally admit this, having turned away many times from their recognition. Owning who I am… owning who you are… is Grace. It is a message to creation that you are paying attention. Vitality is a sister to aliveness. How do you rate your vitality? Does it accompany you throughout your day? What do you do about your vitality when it wanes? Rest? Push through? Drink more coffee?

In fact, much of your vitality is fueled by your sexual energy. That does not mean you need to have sex in order to be vital. In fact, sex often robs us of vitality if sex is something that is endured or done for the benefit of someone else. Education and rewiring of our thought forms about sex and sexual energy is essential in order to tap into the vitality and aliveness that sexual loving can offer.

Need a boost in your vitality, your aliveness, your passion? Bali is calling you! Come ride the biggest wave in history with me and bring your enchanted surfboards and magic carpets! Gals, we are rewriting Herstory with our persuasion and power to love with abandon. Wo[Man] creates Fire for the second time in history!

By Caroline Muir

India TantraIncense fills the air in my home as I await the new clients coming in an hour. The curt and brief email indicated ‘my husband and me’ would like to see you. Arrangements were made and the time was set for Saturday morning.

I gazed at two faces I had never seen, but whose names I had become familiar with through emails and the phone calls that Shanti and I exchanged, discussing the details of their visit. She has been with her husband (the marriage arranged in India) for 22 years, and their two teen-age children asked curiously, “Where are you going, Mama?”

The faces gazing at me as I opened the front door were classic to the Indian culture… big almond eyes, beautiful smiles, small stature, well dressed, eager and open. I welcomed them into my office, where we sat on fuchsia silk cushions to discuss the upcoming session, bowing easily in Namaste, as is their custom (and mine also, by the way).

Shanti expressed in her lovely, accented voice that she has always ‘known’ about Tantra Yoga, but never felt she had found the right teacher … not in her native India, nor in the U.S. where they had lived for thirty years.

“I have combed the internet looking for Tantra teachers, but when I Googled and found Divine Feminine Awakening, Caroline, I knew immediately that my teacher would be you.” It always amazes me how women, especially, know from their feeling-place what or who is next. Her search was for an initiation into and with Divine Mother, and I was close enough to her vision that she chose me to bring this union to her.

Shanti has never been with anyone except for her family and her husband, a gentle, intelligent and lovely man. He stood close by her as I left the room for her to undress and put on one of my silk ceremonial robes.  When I returned she was under the sheets on my warm and cozy massage table. All I could see were huge deep eyes, full beautiful lips, and a head flowing with dark silky hair. Her eyes looked up at me in anticipation of this … her long-awaited Initiation into the sisterhood of the divine feminine.

I gazed long and easily with Shanti, my hands softly resting on her heart and belly through the covers that protected her privacy. I moved my upper hand to her brow center, and guided her into her breath, her chakra centers, the sounds of OM and AH, all familiar to her from the Indian culture. Her beloved stood respectfully apart, yet near.  Instinct told me to explain that I would now join her on the table and drape her legs over my lap so that my hands could contact her pubic mound and her heart. She trembled slightly, though her eyes told me she was ready to step through her fear and into the enlightened space of having arrived at her desired destination.

In the fullness of time and with her permission, I slowly entered her and rested my fingers softly onto her sacred spot. Almost immediately she went into process as her lovely face drew up into the pre-tears that would soon fall from her eyes. Many moments passed as she recalled, felt, and accessed what she had longed for her whole life. She wailed “my sisters in India all need this so badly … they are all subservient and afraid to stand tall in their power.”

“Blessings to you Shanti and to all of your sisters in India. The old ways are dying and the power of your passion is here to stay!” I exclaimed.  She nodded but could not speak, and through our gaze I felt the transmission to all women who have been kept small because their culture said “This is how it is!”

I gazed over at her beloved, and his teary eyes gazed back at me as he nodded his support for his wife. We later moved back to sit again on our silk cushions and joined hands. Silence is natural to those who meditate and we lowered our eyes for a long period of integration.

As we bowed in Namaste, Shanti asked if they could stop by on Sunday before driving home so that “…you would please bless our children, Caroline.” “Of course, Shanti, that would be my pleasure”… and it surely was.

Reflecting on the session in the altered state that followed, I realized that the magic of this experience was that a blue-eyed Kansas girl was the messenger of the essence of Tantra Yoga to these beautiful Indian people, a gift to so many of us from their culture.

Om Shanti… Shanti… Shanti…

I welcome your comments below … how do you feel after reading this true story?