Tantric Secrets

Male largest sexual organ - tantric sexual mastery secrets

2010-11-17T18:10:00.002-08:00

Do you want to be more attractive sexually? Sexuality also means rejuvenation.

Tantric transmutation of energy and learning to retain semen will do wonders and reverses the aging process as well as lasting much much longer.

There is another sex secret, most effective in the male sexual performance and health.

Your most important sexual organ, is not your Vajra / Lingham / Penis.

It is not your brain, nor is it your eyes, nose tongue or skin, though all those help your sexual arousal and sexual satisfaction.

It is your arteries and the blood vessels.

The Epithelium is the inner lining in your arteries that produces a chemical called Nitric Oxid = “NO”

“NO” relaxes the muscles and increase the blood flow everywhere in your body, and of course, your genitals are working as hydraulics, more blood flow to the genitals, stronger erections.

Be aware blood pressure reducing medications will have an effect on your blood, and your sexual ability.

The good news there are ways to heal this, with the correct food, supplements, herbs, mind training, which I will share with you in the near future.

More to come....follow my blog and you will learn more tantric secrets and sexual mastery

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Waves of Orgasm

2010-04-08T02:55:00.000-07:00

Nothing else existed but Diving Love. It was as if he penetrated me in the forehead, it was the ultimate “mind fucking” with our clothes on.

Divine communion, just being held by him all night, filled my heart. Intuitively he knew what I was pining for, for many years. The unique combination of his voice, the way he strings the foreign the language together, his whole being his awkwardness in his body and yet at ease at the same time, his energy like a ticking walking bomb, his confused and lost looks makes my heart fly so high, our souls recognized each other to be one.

The way he held me as if he was afraid of losing me while he was asleep, made me feel so wanted. The way he walked on the pavement or on deck, sheltering me from invisible villains, dirt, beasts and vehicles, made me feel so special, so cared for.

He behaved in a manner long forgotten, like a true gentlemen, his Austrian upbringing ingrained and found a way to be expressed with such natural charm.

I was intoxicated. The world around us was bowing down to the grace we emanated and ingratiated upon it unknowingly.

Our innocent presence sent ripples in the hearts of the people serving us and those who shared space with us. Some came especially to ask if we were married or on our honeymoon.

We were elated with life and love, not yet consummated. The energy was so strong. Some people even thanked us for the energy we spread. It was as if most of the people on the ship wanted to touch us for their good luck.

We were offered bottle of wine as a gift. The waiters were coming to serve us with evident pleasure, as if they were partaking in our bliss and joy. This was a true honeymoon...

My innocent lover to be, thought it was I who had this amazing energy and power. Maybe so, but it was ignited and rekindled by his presence, by his purity and his honest quest.

He awakened me, my dormant Kundalini (life force sexual energy), my passion and opened my heart. Together we created an even bigger energy surge. We were the supernova and all the thousand of shipmates on the cruise were witnessing worlds colliding, worlds created.

Later on spreading the energy all over his body, connecting his Vajra (Penis), his magic wand of light, to his third eye, to his heart, legs and arms. He was quivering with ecstasy and passion, his body electric, alive and yet so relaxed.

Laying on the bed exposed, vulnerable and playful, I felt so young, like a teenager, yet with timeless wisdom, that was divined by many Goddesses. Guiding his breathing enabling him to hold more erotic charge in his body, letting go deeper into the erotic trance.

To experience his own energy as if he was making love to the whole universe, that the whole universe was making love to him on every level, every pore of his body, his emotional being, spiritual and psychological being. He was having many orgasms from his toes to the crown of his head. Coming as waves, rippling again and again, gently lapping to the shores and the core of his being.

I was thinking of God, the God in front of me, and the universe, thanking my good fortune to have met this magical being who does not even know himself, as the Siddhartha.

The irony was that he was studying that very story. I was glad that if I should die now, I have met him, made love to him in my minds’ eye. I have known him forever beyond the temporary infatuation that falling in love brings.

I felt myself rise in higher love and fall into the depth of his timeless presence.

It did not matter whether I will ever see him again, he touched my soul and we reunited in this lifetime. Yet I long to be with him, to hold on to the bliss.

Feeling his pain when he is away frightened by not knowing his power. Thinking of him, sends ripples of ecstatic bliss in my body, feeling his hands caress my body, firmly and yet gentle, in awe as he was touching the body of THE sacred Goddess.

We laid together, bodies entwined, hearts racing. The surge of electricity between us was so strong, we fused together. We caressed and felt our bodies merging energies, genitals not connected. We were still holding back, honouring or in fear of breaking social taboos and the people we are committed to. I am holding back not to hurt my husband, he is holding back not to hurt his wife. And we are the only ones hurting from not consummating.

The pain of separation and the longing for the union was too great to bear. The Truth of our souls in our hearts was expressed through the body. We entered each other in totality, abandoning our Selves and our Egos and surrendered to the Truth that we are One.

A most exquisite music was formed. He actually asked me if I heard it, The soul hears and opens with excitement recognising its origins, its nature. We were One. The music is inaudible ordinarily and referred to as the music of the Heart, Anahat the un-struck sound.

My mind blew away. I was scattered in all directions of the universe. I was star dust creating worlds. I was the heavens. I was grateful.

My body shaken by the surges of orgasmic ripples, lapping onto the shore of my being like a cosmic epileptic fit, I was pure orgasm and female ejaculation. He was amazed by the orgasmic nature expressed through my body.

He asked to be shown more. I taught him where the ‘Kunda’ point and the ‘Gates of Heaven’ (hidden in the anus) is hidden in a women’s body (also in a man).

I taught him how to ‘hold the Whole Universe in one hand’ A tantric technique. He was eager to learn, to please. His pleasure was in riding Shakti's orgasmic energy, and he was not even told this, he knew it without thinking or reading about it.

I was so deeply grateful, so innocent, in awe and as if he was about to die from the power and amazement of the secrets he was being shown and experiencing.

He worshiped and adored me, like a goddess, not because it was a ritual script he was acting out, but because it was natural for him.

Exploring my body, he experimented with pressures, he was never allowed to explore, learn, and understand the feminine cosmic mysteries.

We stayed in most of the afternoon, marvelling at each other's company, bodies and energy. Intoxicated, drunk on energy and love, we forgot to eat.

Our senses immersed in the magic of the universe creating worlds, learning the mysteries of the universe, discovering what love and life is through dying willingly into each other over and over with each wave of orgasm.

A breath, or a slight touch sending us in exquisite waves of orgasmic ecstasy.

2010-03-24T04:45:00.000-07:00

That night I left him by himself. He was unable to move after the brief transmission when he became the universe and nothing at the same time.

Lying in my bed away from him, a few floors below the deck where I left him, I could feel his anxiety, his thoughts and his emotions. He was in turmoil. I sensed the anger rising in him as I was seeing him thought the many floors of the cruiser.

I felt him get up and go to his room where he did not feel welcomed, sharing a room with another woman and her children. Where the women’s aggression towards him was hurting his soul and bringing pain and torture in his mind and heart. He went back to the open air looking at the stars, going in and out of different states of thoughts and feelings.

That night, I felt him so strongly and wanted to save him, wanted to go and take him in, into the room, into my arms, into my womb. But resisted, out of fear for for loosing myself. He touched my heart so deeply. I have never experienced such a total surrender, he is such a pure soul, such a natural Tantric Master. And he does not even realize all that he is.

The following morning, my heart was in so much pain, deep longing and burning desire to be reunited with him. I wanted to see him, to hear his voice. I was falling in love with my student, my teacher, the innocent, the pure at heart.

I was in the library, listening to a speaker on the programme I was enrolled on.

Suddenly I felt my heart pulled and looked to the side. I saw him looking at me intently through the glass partition. Instantly, I stood up as if bitten by a King Cobra snake garbed my books and bag and rushed to the door to meet him. He was there for less 20 seconds and wanted to know how long it would take before I would noticed him.

He thinks he is invisible, not realizing the power of his presence and the affect he has on others, since he does not understand himself. Others are confused about his power and shy away from him. He is unpredictable at times, spontaneous in nature, yet suppresses his natural tendencies in consideration for others’ expectations. He is like an unexpressed volcano waiting to erupt. He is very much noticed when he walks into the room. Like a jaguar believing he is a pussy cat.

Elated and intoxicated with happiness being reunited, we walked as if we were separated for centuries and now found each other again. We were innocent and happy as we walked on the deck, talking with urgency, so much to share after a long night of seperation, the crew watching us, and celebrating with us. I felt so young.

The joy of being near him, feeling his energy and his desire and longing, was intoxicating. All that mattered was this very moment, nothing else existed. I felt like a cloud floating in the sky.

I was the sky! I was the dolphins that were playing in the water beside us. I was the foam forming as the ship sailed by. I felt as young as a teenager. Elated intoxicated and very much in love.

He asked to learn more, "teach me, teach me" he whispered and implored with urgency. I took him in and prepared for his forgiveness ritual, the first step in freeing himself and healing past wounds.

Due to language misunderstandings, when I told him the words he needed to repeat himself, he heard the words as if I was asking for his forgiveness. This was exactly what he actually needed to heal the imprint of his abusive mother.

I let go of the ‘protocol’ and my ego and continued to asked his forgiveness and bowed down to him. It was too much for him to let go the whole way and his mind entered and interfered with perfectly good “reasoning”. He felt that I did not hurt him but he felt the pain and memory of the hurt inflicted by his mother rejecting him, abusing and humiliating him, his wife for not opening herself to him fully to receive him on many levels and withholding sexually, as if a manipulative weapon against him.

He went as deep as he was able to at this point. It ripped through his body as I bowed down and he cried. He was so wounded, so starved of love, not been seen for years.

Tantric Honouring:

He lay on the bed and I stroked his body, spreading the energy all over, honouring every part as equal. Spreading the orgasmic energy to his feet, his third eye, along the vertical column from his Vajra (penis), his ‘magic wand of light’, his manhood, a most exquisite and unusual looking penis in a shape of an open hooded Cobra. Stroking the energy up to his third eye.

He was in bliss. I was honoured to touch the body of a God who does not know that he is the Siddhartha.

He was in Samadhi (a non-dualistic state of consciousness becoming One with all)

He naturally breathed through his mouth, going deeper into bliss. Allowing expansion, surrendering deeper.

Continually I have warned him that getting involved with a Tantra practitioner on a path working with the Cosmic Cobra energy that it is dangerous and that he should keep away.

I pushed him away several times and he persisted. His coming back despite my pushing away is a sign of a dedicated and committed student, stubborn and not knowing what he is brining himself to.

I told him that he is walking into the fire, that will consume his soul, the place of no return. I did not tell him that it will also purify him, liberate him. I did not want to encourage him.

He said that he is afraid of everything, he lives in fear, but this does not frighten him. It is rear to find such a true Tantrika (tantra practitioner/devotee).

He told me that I was the one who was afraid from myself. Wisdom emanated from Shiva. I was afraid to lose all the I was and have. By attempting to preserve myself, my old life, I was not true to the path, that demands all, even family commitment.

I was afraid to lose the definition of myself that I have just managed to conjure up after years of questing and was comfortable.

The night before, being with him, putting our third eyes together felt like heaven manifested. We were one soul reunited, ‘re-membered’ and integrated.

Nothing else existed but Diving Love. It was as if he penetrated me in the forehead, it was the ultimate “mind fucking” with our clothes on.

Carpe Diem (Seize the Day):

2010-03-16T23:03:00.000-07:00

Carpe Diem (Seize the Day):

When we made love I felt that I would gladly die knowing you right now. You came into my world, shattering all perception, all that was conceivable. I have learnt to float in space, to really let go and be in the present moment. Past dropped away, future was not yet. All that was, was here and now.

We had magic, love beyond words. Sexual love union beyond dreams. Divine communion without boundaries. The power of our communion was felt by all who touched our lives.

My husband let you into our home and lives. Then came your wife and took you away. As the taxi drove away, you looked like a prisoner without hope, as if she was from the Gestapo. Now you are gone. Was it a dream? We all shared the same dream, just different perspective, different perception of shared reality. The story of the husband and the wife of the two lovers is still untold.

The food we've tasted has never been consumed like this. It tasted like life itself, tasted of desperate love. Making love to you was desperate as if we are dying, taking our last breath. Yet nothing else existed when we were together, just our breath, hearts and our union.

I had a dream about you and your wife, woke up feeling your pain. I was glad I was lying next to my husband. I felt so much love towards him and yet so much longing and missing you, your touch, your presence.

My heart, ‘Anahat’ (in Sanskrit meaning the un-struck sound) was struck by you and was growing in love containing pain, yearning, and joy.

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Female Orgasm 1

2010-03-10T09:45:00.000-08:00

"I am the sinner - I am a saint".
I miss the way you enthusiastically exclaim: “yes yes yes”.
I love it when you command me with a hint of begging: “sleep with me”. Such gentleness and yet powerful beyond resistance.

I miss you in every cell of my body, my whole being. My body hungers for you. My soul aches for you. My heart pines for you. I long for you, for your electrifying touch, that sends shivers down my spine and my head spinning. The thought of you gets me wet and the heart beat quickens.

All I can do is let you go. Seeing myself standing there letting you be taken away by your wife, watching you disappear, driven away like a prisoner. Yet you are free to do whatever you want. Is this what you truly want?

Last night you came to me in a dream. I offered you my breasts to suck on, my body was hungry for you. I woke up and could feel your hand on me. Your Cobra shaped Vajra (Penis, Diamond, Magic Wand of Light) deep inside, still and filling me up with energy.

The surge of energy was so strong. I consciously decided to get my vibrators out after months of not using them. I didn’t even remember where I put them since the cruise. I wanted a quick relief. I wanted to get your imprint out of my system. the vibrator did not satisfy me, there was no life, no energy. Tossing the vibrator aside. I laid there crying, my body hungry for you.

Suddenly the surges of energy came washing through me, lapping into me, like strong waves crashing onto the shore. Again and again, taking over my whole body, I ejaculated, (female ejaculation), hot and refreshing at the same time, opening up the sacred well.

Orgasms emanating deep in my sacred Yoni (Vulva, Pussy, Tomb, Sacred Source of All, the "Yoniverse") and surging upwards, igniting all parts of my being, Chakras (energy centres in the body) bursting into spontaneous supernova.

I felt you deep again, penetrating me. My heart is beating fast as I write this, re-living it. I could feel my body going into orgasmic spasms. I realised my body was moving as if you where there, penetrating me, possessing me, and I surrendered to it, opening myself deeper. I let out a deep loud and heart felt cry, one that was overdue since you left, and sobbed in release. Sex with you is a divine communion.

After a while, I sat up to do my breathing meditation practices. Barely taken the second breath, I was overwhelmed by the surge of orgasms coming again. I let out a deep moan and my body shuddered. Every breath was a struggle to keep sitting upright, having huge orgasms shaking the core of my being. I was moving as if I was a charmed snake moving, hypnotised by Divine music.

Ironically, this happened immediately after I've made the decision, determined to let you go. As if you were penetrating me, showing me your strength, saying:"take it all in, do not forget what I am to you". You are The Lover, The Beloved. And there was my husband, my children and your wife.

"I am not the mind
I am not the body
I am not the emotions
I am everything
I am nothing
I am supreme consciousness
I am the sinner
I am a saint
I am supreme consciousness."
Aum Namah Shivaya, Om Namah Shiva
Translation from the Buddhist text.