We started exercises to New Age music: shaking and swaying on the spot with our eyes closed, while Leora asked, “What is your pelvis saying?” She exhorted us to let our inner child play. Several people began moaning and grunting like monkeys. It was a yoga class gone mad. I couldn’t bring myself to emit any noises and I was relieved Phil didn’t either. We all danced around the room catching eye contact with one another: it was excruciating. Then we had to stare into each other’s eyes, holding hands and focusing on the “juiciness” in imaginary “bowls” in our pelvises. I was relieved I could stay with Phil, while singletons had to find partners. The couple next to us started fondling each other. I had never felt less aroused in my life.
This was just an introductory evening designed for tantric beginners. Diamond Light runs longer workshops, which, taken in sequence, initiate seekers from level one “opening to bliss” to levels four to seven “Deep diving training”.
There are also gender-segregated workshops one for women who feel uneasy in a mixed setting and a residential “men’s circle” where men discover their “sacred brotherhood”.
At our tantra class, everyone else seemed to be connecting with their pelvises. But we were too cynical to take it seriously. I was sure that the tantric principles were potentially powerful, but couldn’t get over my belief that such intimacy should stay private.
Only after the workshop, when Leora took Phil and me aside and showed him an exercise of stroking imaginary veils away from my face, did I get an inkling of how tantra could teach men how to touch women.
We left charmed by Leora and still intrigued by the idea of tantra as long as we never had to practice it in public again.