Did you know the most orgasmic part of a woman’s body is the upper left quadrant of her clitoris?

I think this is one of the most important and world changing facts to ever be brought to light.

In the realm of Nicole Daedone, stroking the upper left quadrant is called “Orgasmic Meditation” or “OMing” for short and is the subject of her book “Slow Sex, The Art and Craft of Female Orgasm.”

The actual practice of Orgasmic Meditation is wildly simple and involves two willing participants, a finger, a clitoris, some lube and 15 minutes of time (and some pillows, blankets and towels for comfort.) In a nutshell, the stroker (could be your significant other or an OMing partner) strokes the upper left quadrant for 15 minutes via the super affirming guidance of the strokee. There are more details to the technique and I highly recommend getting her book, but this is a good sketch.

Within this simplicity, there is something completely beyond the beyond about this practice. OMing bears some of the ripest fruits I have ever seen in the world of healing and spirituality for both men and women.

I could go on and on about OMing (and I probably will). For this post I want to tell you about the relief I felt after my first OMing experience. It marked the end of my penis envy.

Yes, I have always had a little bit of penis envy. Not that I wanted the actual organ, I just wanted my organs to be as straightforward as the penis (no pun intended). For most heterosexual men, it seems that intercourse with women almost always delivers orgasm. For women, only 29% report orgasm from intercourse with men.

Female orgasm is notoriously elusive. It typically requires a lot of communication and direction, and while women who can communicate and direct are quite powerful, there is ultimately a labor about achieving orgasm that can derail sexual desire. As Nicole powerfully states in her book, “Women have a great appetite for sex, just not for the sex that is on the menu.”

So when I first experienced OMing I was relieved. I was relieved that the upper left quadrant was clearly defined. I was relieved that for 15 minutes of my life, it was the only focus. I was relieved that my man was game. I was relieved that all I had to do was feel. I was relieved that it never felt so good.

Women have a huge desire to experience authentic sexual fulfillment and men have a huge desire to master female orgasm. Nicole has discovered and delivered a path that satisfies both.

Click here to catch her TED talk.

This is the last post and is truly the grandest finale. I had the privilege of interviewing Dr. Anne Davin, Mama Gena’s creative partner and as Regena so lovingly describes her: “The Force Behind The Force.”

This interview makes my heart swoon for two reasons:

First, Anne is a depth psychotherapist and since I have a background in psychotherapy, her views and words take my soul back through time. When you read the interview you will see what I mean.

Secondly, the School of Womanly Arts is about unfurling the feminine through fun and pleasure. In the spiritual circles I travel in, I suspect many roll their eyes at this idea … like I first did (“Sure, pleasure … that’s … cute.”) However, when one dares to follow their call and walk through the school’s doors, you are reconnected with the most ancient and sacred aspects of yourself. This interview gives you a clear glimpse of the school’s profound work.

Without further ado, it is my greatest pleasure to bring you this Returning Interview with one of my greatest teachers, Dr. Anne Davin.

Right now in this moment, what is your top gratitude?

I am exceedingly grateful for my terrific man who has loved me for the past ten years. His love for me has allowed me to risk way past who I thought I was. Because of him, every day I become a better version of myself. My capacity to serve life through all my creative gifts and what I value most has grown exponentially. This relationship is a direct consequence of my studies as a SWA student.

How did you come to find and attend the school?

A colleague recommended Regena’s book to me in 2006. I read it and was hugely intrigued by her message and her method, so I signed up for a correspondence course. Regena and I became immediate friends. It was clear that my professional experience and life experience as a young wife living in a Native American pueblo in the Southwest could contribute to the SWA teachings and philosophy. How? I saw then what I continue to stand for today: that the SWA is a modern-day global village of women who, by practicing the Tools and Arts, initiate one another into spiritually maturing women. It’s a cultural and personal right of passage in which a woman comes face-to-face with who she is as a sentient being. A woman’s turn on and sensuality is seen as a place where she encounters herself spiritually.

In mother cultures (indigenous), humans saw the holy in all things, especially nature. They felt it was their role to literally keep the holy alive in our world by seducing it with eloquent speech, courting it through acts of beauty, feeding it through ritual and ceremony, and embodying it as sensual beings. There was no separation between the erotic and being human. You were not fully human unless you were living your erotic nature. Every initiated man and woman was seen as a courtesan of the divine. And, it was their union with one another that called forth the greatest presencing of this divine encounter.

Tucked behind the SWA’s pink boas, tiaras, and the philosophy of the Tools and Arts, not to mention the vehicle of its delivery, Regena’s charismatic teaching, is this essential perspective. Sister Goddesses are women who are restoring this deep knowing and live it actively in their very modern worlds.

As a psychotherapist, how has your experience with the school influenced how you view/practice psychotherapy?

Traditional psychotherapy lends itself well to reflecting on and naming one’s personal history. Hundreds of techniques for doing so are practiced every day by counselors who seek to minimize the emotional suffering of their clients. I used to be one of them. My experience at the SWA has shifted my practice of psychotherapy tremendously because I now focus on increasing a client’s tolerance for pleasure.

Therapy has to liberate itself from the consulting room and consider the social conditions of a woman’s life. Women have been socially conditioned to think negatively about themselves and therefore not only require new thinking but a community to reinforce a healthy lifestyle. Women require a way of communicating that reflects the language of their “psyche,” the latin word for soul. This language is the language of pleasure, in which a woman reveals her desires and celebrates herself as uniquely woman.

Women are made of pleasure right down to their biology. And, it is through pleasure-practices that a woman opens to her full potential and emotional health. I now draw on the best of what traditional therapy has to offer and use the Tools and Arts in the form of homework with clients to assist them in living in a new way. If you are interested in more of my thoughts on pleasure and women’s emotional health check out my article “A Clinical Case for Pleasure.”

What excites you about your new bootcamp program?

I absolutely love the Virtual Pleasure Boot Camp curriculum. When I saw that Regena had not taught her book Mama Gena’s School of Womanly Arts, which introduces all of the Tools and Arts, I was thrilled to design it. We live in a culture that renders us handless maidens. You know the mythology? A woman is victimized so badly that she becomes lost and helpless against the challenges of her inner and outer life. She suffers without taking real action towards her happiness.

Virtual Pleasure Boot Camp is the direct route to changing this in every woman. The methodological teaching and practicing of each Tool and Art grows a woman’s hands and therefore her power to transform her world in the direction of her deepest desires. Doing this within a ten-week period is just the kind of intensity that can make for sustained pleasure and happiness where there was once ongoing pain.

For those of you who like the real deal and want to be a part of one of the greatest reclamations on the planet (in my always adorable opinion), Regena and Anne deliver. I am a LOUD and PROUD affiliate. Click here to see and hear more of Anne and Regena AND to potentially make this one of your most important years as a woman.

For any of you who have checked it out, the School of Womanly Arts is a vibrantly rich, dynamic and multi-faceted experience. Grads can talk for hours about how we are positively affected. I once had the chance to ask Regena, “Of all the many brilliant things you created, what are you most proud of?” Her answer was one word,”Sisterhood.”

Though I am someone who was relatively successful at female friendship, there was something between many women (especially some female family members) and me that felt so … unsupportive. I just chalked it up to personality differences. We were all free women and the wild ride of female friendship was just … wild. Though, when it got wild, it was ugly and painful. For so many of us, sisterhood is a rough, rough road.

Did you know that for thousands (THOUSANDS) of years, women survived by hanging together in tight packs. When you travel to third world countries, you can still see it. In fact, it is only within the last hundred years that modern women have become so separate. Whether you call it biology, genetics or human animal, the last hundred years are a blip compared to the thousands of years of togetherness that is sewn into our DNA.

As a successful career woman who had recently relocated to Seattle with her man, I managed to be completely oblivious of my primal need for sisterhood until I became pregnant. Then when they handed me my little girl, FORGET-ABOUT-IT: The loneliness was immense. The constant craving to be around SISTERS was painfully undeniable.

When it comes to revealing “organic” sisterhood, I have yet to meet anyone who unleashes feminine love like Regena does. Through methods that are completely pleasurable and immediate, she reignites relationship muscles that have been severely atrophied.

Once you sip from these waters, there is no denying how RIGHT it feels and how parched you have been. It is like you have come back home to something that on a very deep level you always knew was possible. As a psychotherapist who thought she knew so much about relationships, I was pleasantly shocked.

How are things between you and other women? How are things between you and your female family members? When things take a turn down hill, do you feel supported? Do you pretend your John Wayne when things get tough? Riding off into the sunset to do it all alone?

These days, most folks think the black spots on the conventionally farmed bananas are “natural” to the banana ripening. It’s not until someone points out that organic bananas don’t ripen that way, that we realize something is amiss in banana-land. That is what it is like in the world of female friendship. We are conditioned to believe so much of our dark spots are “natural” and women are just “bitchy and competitive,” when in fact, we are conventionally bred.

If I have inspired you to know more, here is a link that winks (back to yours truly.)

What exactly is a sex positive world, you might ask? Wikipedia, the top listing when “sex positive” is Googled, has this sentence as the opener: “The sex positive movement is an ideology which promotes and embraces open sexuality with few limits.”

Huh?

As you read on, the article does a better job at accurately describing “sex positive,” though I definitely wondered if someone at Fox News wrote the first sentence. “An ideology that promotes open sexuality with few limits.” ??? That is so … ridiculous (and polarizing, but I’ll just focus on the ridiculous).

Like the words suggest, a sex positive world is one that has a positive view of sex. A world that has a positive view of sex supports individuals in the grand and mandatory research project of discovering what is sexually fulfilling. It’s grand because there are a zillion possible expressions. It’s mandatory because every human has sex organs that they need to figure out.

For some, “sexual fulfillment” will mean “open sexuality with few limits.” However, for most folks, it will mean living in a world where everyone …

• can receive a straight-up education about the thrills and pitfalls of physical pleasure.
• deeply understands it is their birth right to experience true physical pleasure.
• is lovingly encouraged to connect with physical pleasure in a way that is steeped in response ability to self and others.
• respects all the many expressions that will arise (as long as they don’t harm anyone or anything.)
  
  Limits are an absolute necessity of sexual pleasure and are self-defined. One will never arrive at authentic sexual pleasure without them.

As most of you know, I am an enormous fan of Regena Thomashauer, aka Mama Gena. After referring a gaggle of happy customers to her course, it seems I have this gift for communicating what she is up to. Thus, she invited me to be an affiliate of her next online course entitled “Online Pleasure Bootcamp”. This means that I agree to sell her course in exchange for some coin. My initial response was a big fat “YES.” Who doesn’t want to make some money doing what they already do best? But, shortly after agreeing to do it, I crashed. Truth be told: I loathe being sold and even more than that, I loathe selling.

After reeling in the feelings of nausea I felt from having signed on to a sales team, things settled and I clearly saw that there is nothing to sell. The only thing I have to say about the School of Womanly Arts is my truth. So although I am an affiliate, I am not going to sell you. I desire to simply and pleasurably tell you my honest thoughts and if I inspire you to experience Regena, her “Online Pleasure Bootcamp” is a great option for all sisters who desire her goods minus the price tag and schlep of traveling to NYC for her spring Mastery.

At forty years of age, of all the things I have researched and experienced, the most profound and healing choice I ever made for myself was to unleash my sensuality. And when I write “unleash” I mean it in the literal sense: I REMOVED THE LEASH.

Sisters, whether you are aware of it or not, the sensuality of almost every girl born in the world is leashed in some way by societies that believe she can not manage it herself. This affects all of us in very different ways. For me, and for most western women, it meant growing up in a deafening and nebulous silence. Except for a sex-ed class in junior high, which was factual and drenched in scare tactics, I and EVERY woman I know, were without any clear guidance.

OK, now that’s not true. We had men … and movies made my men, and then there was porn which are more movies made by men. And please don’t think I am ragging on men. My point is that women are not men and women have a very different view and path (that men LOVE.)

So for all of you reading this and wondering if “unleashing my sensuality” meant I got dressed up in Victoria’s Secret and met the postman at the door, the answer is “NOPE” (and that these are the images our mind creates when someone uses the sentence “unleash sensuality” is a huge symptom of the system we are operating in).

How did it change me? Well, since I no longer doubted myself as a sexual creature and began celebrating it, I owned my beauty and thus … looked more beautiful (whoa, I know, soooo racy.) People complimented me (and still do) all the time. I began researching what is truly pleasurable to me sexually and I am finding an amazing path. I flirt way more than I used to, which essentially means I am much nicer and more fun to be around. My man is into all of it, because he likes when his woman is nice to him, fun to be around and when she knows what makes her happy. It’s a win-win.

As a sensual being, I essentially see myself as a creature who is blessed with the gifts of beauty and light, and the more I fan the flames of these qualities, the more peaceful, powerful and creative I, and everyone around me, feels.

Whenever my heart reflects on all the goodness that arose from this reclamation, it swoons with appreciation for Regena. Whenever I take the time to remember what an utterly brilliant loon she is, every cell in my body smiles and I feel so blessed to know her.

My desire is pure when I say that I want every woman in the world to have this experience for themselves, and well, sensual reclamation that is cloaked in fun and affirming sisterhood is her specialty.

So there you have it Goddesses. If I have “inspired” you to want to know more: here is a recent video of her and her partner Anne Davin (who I will be interviewing soon) outlining the program that can be done from the coziness of your own home.

If you know of a sister who needs to hear it like I say it, please pass this along. This is the Pleasure Revolution, who in the world would want to miss it?

More inspiration to come …

xo

I have a Master’s degree in Contemplative (Buddhist) Psychotherapy from Naropa University. This three year program involved being part of a 20ish person community that took every class together, participated in a group process (like therapy) and attended two private month long meditation retreats. The idea was that as we learned about western psychology, Buddhist philosophy and practiced meditation, we would begin to re-examine our upbringing and become aware of our “habitual patterns.” We would then naturally act them out within the group and hope to work them out with each other. The meditation practice and retreats would take us further into ourselves and surrender, as we returned to our outbreath and learned to meet whatever arose with unconditional loving kindness. Phew, I know. Quite a dynamic and unique program. I was all about it.

Since writing “MENitation,” I have reflected on how I benefited from my former meditation practice and this Master’s program. Though I graduated from Naropa with girlfriends who will always be like family to me, my most painful moment occurred in sisterhood gone wrong. I tell you the following story to illustrate how women bred in a masculine dominant paradigm compete and create walls between each other.

What I now can clearly name as female competition, just looked like a series of bitchy mishaps with … let’s call her Josephine, a Naropa classmate. Every time Josephine and I tried to connect, we just kept having one awkward interaction after the next. Eventually she decided that she didn’t … (gulp) … like me and began to give me the cold shoulder.

There was definitely a part of me that didn’t care and knew whatever she had conjured up in her mind was hers. And there was another (bigger) part of me that felt very affected by a ton of passive-aggressive energy being swung at me every day at school. Somewhere in there I asked her if we could talk and she said yes, but we never did.

At our second year meditation retreat, I was the last one to arrive. Before I met up with the group, I stopped at the meditation hall to drop of my cushion which I plopped down at the first available spot. The next morning when the retreat began, I found myself sitting right next to her. Now I can only imagine what a truly wise and compassionate person would do in this situation. I, however, went with my adorable ego and thought: F*ck her. I’m not moving.

And thus began one of the most arduous experiences of my Naropa stint. Every outbreath returned me to a cement wall of stuck, unexpressed, tense, restricted, pressured, misunderstood frustration. EVERY outbreath threw me up against this wall, like a panther pacing in a cage, over and over and over again.

When Josephine and I finally got teamed up for a creative project, we had to work things out. She felt terrible at this point and copped to creating a mess between us. I, armed with a roll of toilet paper, watched my cement wall dissolve with every tear as I sobbed and told her how I felt. In all honesty, she explained that she was triggered by my identification as a pretty and sexy woman and that she had a judgment that it was much more valuable to be smart than attractive.

And there falls the axe between modern women.

Attractive or smart? Whore or Madonna? Truthful or polite? On one extreme, if we choose the smart and polite Madonna, we must pretend to be rational creatures and live life denying our emotional and sensual design. On the other extreme, if we choose the attractive and truthful whore, we are exiled from society, living a lifetime of judgment from the very system that enjoys us. It is in the navigation between these poles that the modern woman feels her riddle.

Quick history lesson: Archeological evidence suggests that approximately 5,000 years ago, the shift from hunter-gatherer societies to farming societies enabled a paradigm of male domination. Tribes would fight for the land and women from conquered tribes were enslaved and made a commodity. This created two camps of women: the noble/married women and the slaves who were bought and sold for their ability to pleasure and reproduce. Within this domination paradigm, both groups of women lost ownership of their sexuality. This paradigm persisted for 5,000 years and has only begun to cease with the education and liberation of western women within the last century.

Five thousand years of ownership has left modern women with almost zero reverence for our inherent sexual design. Estranged from our greatest source of power, we compete, as it seems like the only other path. In my opinion, female competition is so painful because it is not our primary design, it is something we resort to.

In retrospect, I now see the wall I experienced during that meditation retreat not only my ego’s refusal to be vulnerable, but a wall that was errected 5,000 years ago. A wall that separates almost all women from a sane experience of their source and from the ease of sisterhood.

Uniting under the truth of our sensuality not only makes these tussles null and void, it unleashes the love we truly yearn for. I believe this is one of the many reasons my intuition continuously whispers to me, “Dara, the path of feminine self-actualization and compassion exists in igniting the world below our hearts, not in calming the world above.”

I have an incredible husband, named David. Truly, whoever wrote the stories about Prince Charming knew someone like him. He is handsome, charismatic, generous, romantic, enthusiastic, devoted, funny (see picture,) well educated, great lover, hard working and a wonderful father. He LOVES to make all women happy and LIVES to be the hero. I am his Queen and I stand confidently by his side. Our relationship is not without the challenges of every marriage, but I see him and he sees me.

My last boyfriend before meeting David had dreads down to his ass and rode a Triumph motorcycle. While he was WAY fun, we missed each other in the response ability department. To go from dread-man to David was a big leap in a very different direction.

There is so much advice about meeting our soul mates: vision boards, books on calling in the “one”, attraction seminars, support groups, dating coaches, etc. With all of the theories on dating, I have often contemplated as to how I “scored” such a good one. I’m sharing this story to potentially inspire anyone who is desiring to meet their mate.

After many adventurous, but ultimately unfulfilling relationships, at 28 I had come up empty in the guy and work department. For me, no man, plus no career, equaled panic attacks. Luckily, I lived in Boulder,CO, otherwise known as psychotherapy central, and I conjured a referral for a wonderful male Buddhist therapist named Bruce.

Seeing Bruce gave me an entirely different experience of men. Here was a man who thought deeply about emotions and spirituality, loved to help people AND maintained his masculinity along the way. I honestly didn’t think men like him existed. He also thought my provocative ways were adorable and affirmed what my soul loved most: psychology and spirituality (I know, I was in good company).

Working with him made me take a hard look at all the men I allowed into my life. I realized that I attracted men who didn’t see me and I also realized it was because I hadn’t yet seen myself. But the crazy part was that I wasn’t seeing myself out of a fear that it would narrow the pool of men to choose from.

When I finally saw this pattern and how draining it had ultimately been to my life force, I vowed that I would never be in another relationship where I wasn’t fully seen, even if that meant spending the rest of my life … alone. I meant it.

But you all have heard this before: the woman who finds a man as soon as she stops looking. Yes, I believe this was a third of my genius. Another third was that I continued to see my therapist and by doing so, continued to fill up on high grade Vitamin See … thus I never went hungry. Vitamin See depletion leads to desperation and desperation is only attractive to other desperate folks.

And my third act of genius was that I took another huge leap and heard a call to attend Naropa University to pursue a Master’s degree in Buddhist Psychology, something I had wanted to do since arriving in Boulder five years prior. I began pursuing my soul’s pleasure.

So there I stood steeped in radical self love, Vitamin See and pleasure. When David walked past me for the first time, I will never forget the double take. Sisters, a woman floating in the delight of her being is the strongest pheromone.

He was overt in his desire to meet me, but I wasn’t interested, I was too busy basking in the pleasure of being me. He called me and I didn’t call him back for a few days. He invited me out and I kept putting him off. He essentially pursued my disinterested ass for a month until one night he got me on the phone and we chatted and chatted and chatted until the battery of my phone died.

We had our first date the next day and I bought myself a new pair of shoes an hour before we met. I was interested. Three months later we moved in together.

So here is the recap:

1. Discover what your soul needs to be in full bloom and stand for that at all costs.
2. Hang out with good men even if you have to pay them (and honestly … you always pay.)
3. Keep your Vitamin See tank full.
4. Pursue your pleasure/turn on and bask in the enjoyment. There is nothing more attractive then the soft smile of contentment.

Did you pull any divine moves in meeting your partner?

The pelvis is a wildly dynamic area of the body. Anatomically the home of sexual function and gestation, the entire human race is a result of the pelvis’ miraculous physical abilities. From an energy perspective, my chakra guru calls the second chakra, “The Juicy Chakra” and describes its bright orange spin (remember, chakras are wheels that spin) as dependent on our capacity for passion, happiness and emotions .

I could go on and on about these three aspects (coming soon) but let’s answer this question first: What did your parents tell you about passion, happiness and emotions? If you were lucky, you were encouraged to “work hard” for the second one, and really lucky if you heard something about the first. The further back you look in your family tree, the more deafening the silence becomes. Our passions, happiness and feelings have been oppressed for a long, long time.

I actually believe that most of the world’s problems can be traced to a severe disconnect and fear of this chakra … but that is a whole other adorable post.

Next time your lower back flares up (or any of the other many ways our pelvis can fall ill), do your best to recognize which of your emotions need some lovin’. Shelve your desire to be rational, and revel in your primal and mega-informative grief and frustration. I know it doesn’t necessarily feel good and it’s even terrifying for some of us, but it absolutely is good and key to a health filled life. Enlist whoever you need in order to be with this part of yourself (therapist, healer, great friend.) Emotions LOVE Vitamin See.

More greatness to come about this chakra AND I highly recommend this CD: The Seven Primary Chakras: Balance Your Human Energy System, by Marie Manucherhi for anyone who desires a clear and feminine take on our chakra system.

Recently, someone asked me to remember a time in my life when I felt ecstatic. Thanks to an adventurous and fun filled time in my twenties, I have many moments to choose from. In my thirties there is one time that completely wins the crown. So I decided to tell you all about it (sort of). And just to warn you, I am going to make a sales pitch here in which I don’t earn a dime.

As you may already know, when I was 35 I had a thriving Buddhist-based psychotherapy practice, Nia business and my first child. I had the most difficult time transitioning into motherhood. Between the sleep deprivation, the solitude, the hormones and all that I had to say goodbye to, I was pretty miserable.

One year into my funk, I received an email from Nia Creator Debbie Rosas telling all the Nia teachers that she was about to do a program in NYC and inviting all of us to join her. I clicked on the link and was brought to a very pink and fluffy website for “Mama Gena’s School of Womanly Arts.”

“What is this bullshit?” was my first thought. “Why is Debbie using the Nia teachers list to advertise a non-Nia program?” was my second. “So inappropriate,” I snarled and pressed delete. Four months later, I received another email from Debbie describing her profound experience at the school and inviting everyone to her graduation. This second email caught my positive attention and I began my research.

Being that I was a miserable woman who said “If these are the cards dealt for women, then this is so fucked up” … like once a day, when I listened to Mama Gena’s orientation online, I couldn’t help but envy the many diverse voices of very happen women. No, they were extremely happy women. No, these women were ECSTATICALLY happy. One after the next, standing up and crediting the school for their massive transformation into confident women who got what they wanted in life … times ten. How could I resist?

When I signed up, the woman who registered me remarked “This course is so intense.” Really, I thought? Isn’t this program about pleasure? Having worked in a facility for chronically mentally ill adults and having sat many hours meditating, I couldn’t understand how learning about pleasure was going to be “so intense.”

After slapping down the $5K it costs to attend and booking four plane trips to NYC, I suddenly had TONS of doubt. The course seemed cheesy. Mama Gena seemed brash. Did I just pay $5K for a pink boa convention on the East coast? I ended up in my intuitive’s office crying about my decision. She assured me I was being called to the East Coast and it was going to be great.

The course started on a Saturday at 10am. I was the very first one there. Soon I was surrounded by 200 women, most were newbies like me, though many were graduates. As I was waiting for the course to begin, I suddenly did sense something very intense. I realized that I didn’t know anything about pleasure. Tears began to drop from my eyes. When I looked up, one in about ten women were quietly sitting in their seats wiping their eyes. I wasn’t alone.

I need to preface this next part with three things: 1) I am a very soulful gal. I lived in Boulder, CO for eight years and I have done a TON of personal growth: meditation, books, yoga, a three year degree in buddhism and psychotherapy, a good stint as a therapy client myself and workshops galore. 2) As a native New Yorker and the daughter of a cynic, I am NOT easily impressed. If someone can’t deliver the goods, I am more than annoyed. 3) I don’t tell anyone what happened at Mama Gena’s, it is ultimately indescribable and I truly wish for every woman on the planet to experience it first hand.

The course began and about one hour later I looked up at the stage and knew without a doubt, that Mama Gena was one of the most brilliant people on the planet. By the end of the weekend, I boarded my plane back to Seattle completely fearless. Had my plane gone barreling into the earth, I would have gone down smiling. Every cell in my body felt free. I smiled at everyone, full of compassion, peace and allure. It was hands down the most ecstatic and spiritual experience of my life. And that was just the first weekend.

I know it is kind of annoying that I won’t say more, but I can give you this metaphor: Regena sees this chain that is wrapped around almost EVERY woman in the world. She raises up a sword (metaphorically) and with one precise swing, strikes down with all of her might and breaks the (fucking) chain. Wham. Two hundred women are set free before they even know what is happening.

And did I conjure my desires? Yep. Including leading retreats in divine tropical locales, conceiving my baby boy and having the 5 hour birth of my desires, healing my relationship with my sister after thirty years of strife, and a family gathering on Orcas Island in a beautiful beach house…to name just a few.

Though, being the soulful girl that I am, for me the greatest conjure was learning about and adopting the worldview of the feminine. She never lets me down. Through the sorrowful tears and ecstatic highs, I know how to work with myself in a way that allows for extreme amounts of clarity, creativity and pleasure. For this, I am eternally grateful.

So there you have it dahlings. I have referred a ton of people to the course with rave reviews (and even won “The Pleasure Revolutionary Award.”) Almost all of them told me that had they not known me and heard my story, they never would have attended. Like myself when I first heard about it, they didn’t get it.

For those of you who are thinking, but it’s 5K!?!?!? Going to see the Eiffel tower is also 5k and this course gives back way, WAY (WWWWAAAAAYYYY) more than a trip to Paris (yes, it’s that incredible.)

Another way to look at it: if you don’t have what you want in your life, when you are on your death bed, is 5K really going to matter?

Bottom line: If you feel called: DO. IT.

And yes, I am going back this year. I honestly think I could do Mastery every year for the rest of my life (swear).

Hope to see you there and that this post was exactly what you needed to read