He invited me to one of his healing sessions today. I couldn't say no.
I stood there quietly, silently observing as he massaged her naked body, channeling healing energy from his body into hers. He called me to him. I walked over to his bedside. "This is where your center is located," he said as he started massaging - with small circular motions - an area just below her navel. "If I continue massaging this area, she will probably orgasm in about 30 minutes."
The room was filled with an openness that I had never experienced before. It was a beautiful and innocent openness, an openness produced by the understanding and the allowing that existed between us. We were healing. We were learning self-love. And this was good.
Sensitized to Eros, I could feel the energy all around me and inside of me. I could feel the frequencies of Eros, as they absorbed into every cell in my body. And I was in awe.
He was a physician, and this was his work. His hands were his tools, and the energy produced was a strong and intense healing energy. He saw with his eyes closed, and felt with his heart. Her body spoke to him in subtlety, and he listened in subtlety. His brain, processing. His hands, working. There was pleasure, yes, but there was no perversion. This was his work. This was his medicine. And this, was healing.
I could feel her and I knew her feelings. When she felt pleasure, I felt pleasure. When she felt shame, I felt shame. Let it go, babe, it doesn't belong inside of us anymore, I thought to her as tears filled my eyes. And then she felt love, and I felt love. She was my little sister, and we were connected.
When she orgasmed, I felt an overwhelming sense of joy for her and for myself. Bless you, sister, I thought to myself as I sat quietly in my chair. We were connected, as we are all connected, and she had chosen to share herself, her vulnerability, with me. She had chosen to share one of the most intimate of experiences with me, and for this, I was grateful. I felt both honored and blessed to be in her presence.
This was my experience today. Intense and healing. It is important for us to realize that we exist in a world where a sickness of the mind has perverted our perception of sexuality. When we were young, before we were taught how to think or what to believe, we were filled with purity. This purity has been corrupted. In this world that is filled with a sickness of the mind, we are taught to be ashamed. We are taught to be disgusted by our bodies and by our sexual energy. This is sad. In truth, our bodies are temples. And in truth, our sexual energy - our desire, our passion – is what sustains us. It is this energy that promotes life. It is this energy that is our creative energy. This energy, this force, is utilized by the divine to promote life, and life is good. Life is a gift! And our beautiful sexual energy is a powerful force, one that we must learn how to respect again. This is why I have chosen to share my experience with you. We must learn how to love ourselves again. Shame and self-loathing do not belong inside of us anymore, because we are innocent and we are only loved. Take back the Night. Namaste.
