I OM. The Story of Michael
by OneTaste Living Library Oct 25, 2013
Before I started to OM, I never knew just how powerful women were—electrically, psychically, intuitively. I've been practicing Orgasmic Meditation for three months and I've been experiencing "power transfers"—a transfer of her power through her clit, up my finger, and into the depths of my body and my mind. I can't explain how it works—but I have felt it and it is nourishing. And I want to be connected to that power as much as possible. I'm thankful for the women who will open to allow that experience—that transfer—without expecting any performance from me other than to stroke for fifteen minutes.
Before starting to OM I wasn't in touch with my own power. There was a time, a long time ago, when I started getting in touch with my power. I knew there was a beast inside me—that wild, untamed part of me—and I knew my beast was strong. But as I grew older I learned society wasn't happy about my beast. I learned to suppress him, to keep him pressed down, to make sure he was hidden away. Eventually he fell silent.
At OneTaste's Ignited Man class this month, there was one event that suddenly and unexpectedly woke up my beast—and for the first time in a very, very long time he emerged with a considerable amount of raw power. I discovered him again—I discovered he was strong and sometimes loud. I discovered he could become quite angry. I got in touch with the fact that, unleashed and uncontrolled, he was a total killer—but when under control, he is the seat of my power.
Through allowing female power in, I've reconnected with my own male power through OMing—through orgasm. And as I consider this, I see that I'm being changed. At this point, all I can say is—what a fucking GIFT. I am forever thankful.