Yet we sometimes argue and I even yell! So how can I say that we live a tantric life? What I mean by our tantric life is that by weaving our chakras within ourselves and between us, we’ve at last found inner peace. Sasha and I are devoted and committed to one another and to the process of our relationship. From within that process, we experience the full range of emotions, spanning the entire spectrum, from our arguments to our ecstacy.

We’re family to one another. More than husband and wife, we’re each others’ wife, mother, father, friend, lover, sister and brother as well. We both married and adopted one another. Sash and I commit relate to each other all our lives. We commit to heal each other’s wounds from our childhood and adult relations.

We empathize and wait for the other to return to love when he or she experiences temporary regression, insanity, depression or rage. If we both destabilize at the same time, we invoke our love, use our talking and touching skills and keep talking till our pique passes. When we can’t “figure it out,” with our talking skills, we “finger it out” and use our tantric touching techniques, though, initially, we don’t “feel” like it. Bodies remember love on a cellular level. So, even if we’re stuck at a communication impasse, we we put aside our stubborn egos and hug tight. Defenses and anger melt; once again we adore each other and our love’s what really matters. Our souls embrace as mates who’ve connected after all centuries searching for each other. We appreciate our blessings.

In this tantric glow, mundane chores seem privileges. “I thank God/Goddess I have toilets to scrub. I thank you Universe for dishes to clean, food to eat and loved ones to feed.” I love the birds, the sky, the water, the air, the plants, the ocean, my friends, my cats, God within every molecule, every being, every thing. You honor craftsmanship in your car. You think of those who created the technology for the simple things around you; your toothbrush, the glass in your windows, the carpet beneath your feet. You see a building and imagine how many things made by how many people from how many parts of this globe went into its construction. You appreciate the knowledge and love people put into all the inventions that led to each creation. You treasure the history of the civilization all around you.

My life is orgasmic; and as such, my beloved husband, my devotee’s dedicated to my happiness and well-being; and I to him. We connect intimately twice a day. In the morning Sasha and I may connect briefly, aligning chakras, looking into one another’s eyes, exchanging breath, speaking loving words and sharing our innermost secret thoughts. Sasha may or may not be inserted in me. He does not ejaculate so he can conserve his energy during the day.

Every evening Sasha and I connect fully in sweet, passionate sexual embrace. We fall asleep in one another’s arms, full and complete.

Sash, my beloved healer and devotee, honors my yoni with his lips, tongue and magic fingers whenever I request, trilling my clitoris and massaging my g-spot as I cry out in orgasmic bliss. I channel the divine Shakti energy and Sash rides my orgasmic waves. The veil of separation between us disappears. He feels what I feel. We become the cosmic ONE. We move energy in our sacred circle: from the shrine of my vaginal chakra, up the center of my body, through my belly, heart, throat, third eye and out my crown; then down into his base, through all his chakras, out through his hands and mouth and into me again. We channel our combined kundalini energies into a complete circuit--man, woman and God.

I go higher with each wave, thinking each level is “the top,” only to find I haven’t yet begun to crescent. My orgasms blend one into another. I enter a dimension of timelessness. Then images of yesteryear dance before my eyes. I’m 20; I’m 5; I’m 35; I’m in my mother’s uterus.

As the ecstatic sensations increase, I move from my personal self to my historical self. I remember lifetimes here on the Earth, in other dimensions and on far away planets. I lose my self-sense entirely and become one with Mother Gaia and God/Goddess, the Universe. I move between masculine and feminine. I relive the stories of the ages and become the archetypes: Aphrodite, Athena, Zeus, Thor.

I peak; my amrita–ejaculate--gushes. Sasha smiles and chants, “Blessings, blessings.” My ejaculation cues him that my psyche’s ready to accept programming affirmations. He croons, “Our mortgage’s paid,” “Your new car awaits you.”

But wait, there is yet another level. I go higher. I recall the challenge he once whispered in my ear, “How much pleasure can you take?” Part of me wants to stop; the other part wants to continue to push that threshold.

My whole body pulsates in full-body orgasm. Kreas (waves of electric pulses) rush up and down my spine; my body snakes and pulsates with the rhythm. Chemicals rush to my toes, fingers and head. I moan, long, slow, Oooohhh.

I’m complete. From this orgasmic state, I can go out and face the day. The stresses of life melt away in the arms of my beloved. I can handle it; I can go on.

Sasha, my beloved husband, also employs our tantric lovemaking to heal the abuse, pain and self-limiting scripts of my entire existence. When an upsetting memory or pastlife image arises during our sex, he tells me to relive the experience, feel the feelings and express and amplify these emotions to the people involved in incidents, situations or pastlife. Then he has me focus on the fear-driven scripts I and defensive subpersonalities I developed to deal with the trauma. He then tells me to imagine I re-write the scene of my upset the way I’d have liked to, so I generate an affirmation, a new guideline for situations I’d been dealing with using the fear-driven script. The result: the nurturing, joyous and self-loving reminders he gives me when I ejaculate. Finally, he has me identify and speak as each of the subselves that had been enforcing the self-limiting script associated with the upset our sexual touching triggered. He dialogues with these defensive subselves (Inner Critic, Spacer, etc.) And find new ways, when needed, to serve me. At last, in Sasha, I’ve found a partner who meets me on all chakra levels.

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  (excerpted from How to Really Love a Woman)

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