Two women in intimate artistic black and white pose with BREATHLESS text overlay - tantric connection and sacred feminine energy at Forbidden Yoga

I am not teaching Tantra. I am not interested in teaching. Teaching observes. I want to step inside. I create paradises.

Paradise is not something after death. You know the Bible, the idea of paradise. Paradise is a state of mind, a state of consciousness, but it needs a space in this world to live. Without that space it collapses.

I created a paradise once. It lasted a few months. You could see it in everyone's eyes. Eyes were shining. That kind of shine does not lie. That was a paradise.

I have seen this before. In the Shri Ram Chandra Mission. They could create a paradise in people's hearts. Samskaras dissolved. Something heavy left the soul, left the causal body. I never doubted it. It was real. It was powerful to be around.

But I had a problem there. Maybe it was my problem. I believe a paradise on earth has to exist in several dimensions at the same time. It cannot live only in consciousness. Love has to go down the ladder. Love, sexuality, simple happiness.

The world is war. Everything is war. Everything is pressure, intrusion, torture. To create a paradise means to put duct tape between you and the world. To separate the paradise from the world. Not with fences. I never meant fences.

I always called it a hologram. You have to protect the hologram. It is extremely subtle. These holograms are very fragile because they don't really exist. If the world doesn't destroy them, our egos will. We are not trained to hold this vibration for long.

Woman with white ritual face paint and raised arms before tantric Sri Yantra mandala - sacred ceremony and goddess invocation

For me the hologram was always protected by Kali. You can say that's religion, or mythology, or nonsense. But for me Kali from the Bengal Tantra tradition always protected the hologram. Often I saw her in the hibiscus flower. Red. Sharp. Alive. She held the space together when it wanted to collapse.

I never taught Tantra. I created a hologram of love. One day I told someone inside it, you look so happy, I have never seen you like this. You will never be happier than today. He didn't hear me. I already knew this time would not come back.

Creating a paradise costs money. It costs space. It costs time. You cannot do this without a house, without dedication, without sealing it energetically for a while from the influx of grossness and darkness.

I create paradises. Most people don't understand what that means. I know exactly which pieces have to come together. Bodies. Attention. Desire. Safety. Play. Silence. And I know how easily it all falls apart. When I fall out of such a hologram, my life doesn't make much sense. Gravity comes back too fast.

Paradise is not sitting alone on a mountain meditating. That's easy. Paradise exists between people. It starts with two. Then three. Then four. Then a few more.

Next time I create a hologram, I will put more emphasis on the war games. You have to bring impurity into the purity. Jealousy, anger, darkness, greed. You have to play them consciously. If you don't, they will come back later and destroy everything.

Group tantra retreat participants lying on traditional rugs during breathwork session with instructor guiding - Sensual Liberation Retreat practice

I didn't spit enough darkness into the soup the first time. That's why it ended.

I believe in the body. I believe in embodiment. I believe in lust and desire. This consciousness lives in the body, in the sexual organs, in the eyes, in the sentence I love you spoken without strategy.

I create paradises.

Do you want to create a paradise with me before the world falls apart? Are you one of us?