the Tantric Priestess

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Nervously, he went to see the Tantric Priestess to find out the secrets of being a better lover.

”what do I need to do to make my woman happy?“ he asked,” Teach me the techniques.”

”there is no technique”, she replied, scooping some bright green tea leaves like blades of dried grass and dropping them into a tiny clay pot, ”no technique that is greater than understanding the lover’s attitude.”

She poured boiling water over the leaves, releasing an aroma of freshly-mown grass. ”Sencha tea”, she explained.

”And what exactly is the lover’s attitude?“ he asked, barely concealing his disappointment to not be given some solid methods and step-by-step instructions.

She swirled the tea around in the pot in a leisurely manner, as if awakening the leaves.

She mindfully placed the pot down, and poured the clear green liquid into two small bowl-like cups.

She slid one tiny bowl over the table top to him and raised her sparkling eyes to his.

”With these hands,” she said, lifting her elegantly long-fingered palms before him, ”I reach out to touch the places in you that have been hurt and shriveled up like a leaf closing to the harsh winds.”

She touched his cheek with a gentleness that seemed to penetrate right in to his depths. He felt immediately vulnerable. In a beautiful way. Seen. Exposed. Touched.

Looking into his eyes as she lightly caressed his cheek she said: ”I use my hands to sooth the parts of you that were once shamed or wronged.” it was as if she were pouring love straight into his body and heart. It was kind of scary, but at the same time his whole being thirsted for this.

She held her hand in stillness, cupping his cheek… ”I use these hands to hold you in all of the places in which you have been dropped so that you may gradually rebuild trust in life again.”

And as I look at you I see you fully… I see both aspects of your being.

I see your soul. Vast, complete and perfect. Life force in its fullness as it runs through you. The divinity that you are.

Yet I also see your humanity. All the wounds and scars that life gave you. I see all the constricted parts that don’t let the life force flow through with ease. I see the defences that armor your being.

I see them without judgment…for I understand how they came to be there. And I can only have compassion as I know that life has hurt you when you were vulnerable.

And I offer these hands to touch those places. I offer these hands to soften the armor, and caress the scars. My hands dance over you to free up your life force and let it safe for you to feel again, safe for you to be alive.

With my touch I gently release the constrictions that have made this body too small for that bright soul of yours. I do not fix… I only love. I love the very places you have feared to love yourself.”

She placed her hand on his hand. An innocent gesture, and yet he felt so very…touched.

He gulped a little and paused to sip his tea.

After a few sips, she refilled both cups, and then she started to caress one of her own hands with the other. Somehow her movements were mesmerizing.

” My hands are here to heal through pleasure.” she continued.

”It’s not me doing pleasure TO you. The pleasure is yours- I simply witness it with my hands. I dance with it. I celebrate it with my touch.

And if you can receive, then healing happens.

All that gets healed is not really you anyway. It is the result of what was done to you, but it’s not you. You are perfect and whole and complete. You are the soul that is eternally bright. My hands caress away the pain body, to reveal the sparkling diamond of your soul.”

She pauses to sip tea, without her taking her eyes off his. Wordless, he follows suit, not sure what to say. The tea feels warm and comforting as it slips down his throat.

”Never mind the technique,” she says,” for now just develop the attitude of the lover. The attitude itself will teach you the techniques.”

She clinks her little cup against his. They drain their last drops.

He is utterly transformed. He had walked into the Shakti Temple ready to pick up a few tricks. But he left feeling ready to touch another soul.

~ Shashi Solluna 


None of the words above written by me. When reading them I had no other way than to share them with you. Uncensored. Pure. As the energy they bring you.
May you be transformed every day too.

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