I first saw the words "Orgasmic Meditation" on a flyer being handed to my wife at a street fair in San Francisco last May. At that moment, I felt a surge of relief flow through me - my shoulders dropped, I exhaled, my muscles relaxed just a bit, and my hands unclenched. I felt hopeful. That moment is etched in me. I was ready for a journey into the unknown. I trusted a voice inside, nudging me to say "Yes."
A few weeks later, we attended a TurnOn. More clearly that voice said, "Yes." In mid-June, we attended Introduction to OM. The beauty of connection brought tears for me. The voice more confidently said, "Yes." Since then, I've learned to face demons and to thaw the hopelessly frozen places in my sex life and relationships. OM is for me. I OM.