I am a survivor of extreme abuse. My life today should be impossible. Tantra helped me to be reborn into meaning, purpose, deeply loving committed relationships and pleasure. It’s been a journey, but extraordinary, supernatural experiences of profound rebirth have been a vital part of my healing journey. Hi I hope you’re having a beautiful festive season. These modern European expressions of the winter solstice – Christmas and New Year – are metaphors for rebirth, of beginning again. Before I was a tantra teacher, I was a storyteller. Winter is a wonderful time for stories – so here is a short SUPERNATURAL BUT TRUE tantric tale. Later in this newsletter, I’ll offer you a free gift that will excite anyone who has attended one of my events: an extraordinary, powerful, guided energy orgasm practice! But for now, gather around the storytelling fire A Tantric Rebirth The woman is old, and I don’t find her attractive. Why, I think, do I have to do this ritual with her? I glance across the room at the popular guy who has the three hottest women of the retreat serving him. I turn my attention to the older, bald guy, who will also be serving me and who I will inevitably have to serve when it’s his turn and sigh. I do not look at the third person of the ‘pod’ I’ve been assigned to – I can’t; if I do, I’ll turn bright beetroot red. She is beautiful, and I simply cannot do this ritual with her. I know in my bones she finds me ugly, intense and repelling, and she does not want to do it with me. The moment the ritual starts, she will, I am sure of it, refuse to touch me, and the pain of this will be unbearable. I am about to put my hand up and tell the tantra teacher I cannot do this, I just can’t. But as I look over, thinking about how to get the teacher’s attention, how to tell him I can’t do this, the tantra teacher swivels his head towards me. His glass-blue eyes are angry. His wrinkled face is heartless. Fear feels like it’s tearing my rib bones apart. I lie down. I squeeze my eyes shut. Please, please, please, I repeat over and over in the red glare of my closed eyes. The ritual consists of being intuitively touched by three people for three hours. We have been training all week on how to be guided by ’spirit’, so we are neither taking nor giving with our touch but allowing spirit to be channelled through us as we hold the intention of serving. As six hands begin to explore my body, my breath tightens to a knot inside my chest. I can’t bear it. A hand rests gently on my heart. Another caresses my hair and face. Hands sweep across my stomach, thighs, arms, my hands, my feet. My body softens, my eyes open for a moment and bent over me is my archetypal mother, my universal father, my timeless lover. Their faces are indistinct, a luminosity beneath their skin. Warm and held, I am. And in that moment, I scream, my lungs fill with air as if for the first time. The gentle eyes of the mother, her arms holding me tight, delight. The firm touch of the father. I am a young child playing around the fire. And as the candyfloss-soft hair of the lover tickles my belly, a yearning so strong for my sex to be accepted, welcomed and loved as part of who I am. Suddenly, the tantra teacher comes over. His hard, angry eyes. My abusers have come. The memory is sharp, a PTSD flashback. I recoil, twisting away. Fear breaking my rib bones into sharp shards of glass puncturing my lungs. Again, I can’t breathe. But now the mother wraps me in her arms, stroking my hair. ‘It’s alright, it’s alright.’ The strong presence of the father holding me tight. The kind eyes of the lover telling me she is there, she is not going anywhere. My heartbeat slows with the gentle rhythm of their touch. The abuser is gone and this time I was not left alone. This time, my parents stayed. This time, I was protected. The wise touch of six hands soothe my body. My mind disappears. There is only light expanding across the sky of my awareness. Pleasure like none I’ve ever known, vibrating deep within the marrow of my bones. And when the lover’s hand caresses my yearning sex and the mother holds my beating heart, I explode. A full-body energetic orgasm, the first I have ever had, shatters my consciousness. A tunnel of light. And I have an extraordinary experience for which I simply don’t have the words: my soul, that had left my body for so long, I saw it, felt it, knew it, chose to return to my body. An understanding that, finally, it was safe to come home. My life was never the same after this rebirth. Whereas before, I could remember little, riddled with trauma as I was, after this ritual, I could remember and experience and despite many challenges, begin to enjoy my life. I was able to feel my energy body and to move energy up the channel of kundalini and begin in earnest the path I have followed ever since. A path of healing my trauma and training so I can give the loving wisdom of my vibration as a gift into the world. My gratitude for the healing power of my own rebirth experiences fuels my heartfelt desire to offer the gift of rebirth rituals to others who seek healing. I would be honoured if you would attend my upcoming Love, Death, and Rebirth ritual, February 6th to 9th. For my mailing list subscribers, I am delighted to offer a 10% discount using this code: NEWSLETTER10 Imagine This… What if you could truly start over—not in a cliché “fresh