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See, When I first moved to San Diego I didn't have my own space to teach. I lived in a little granny flat in Wind in sea, (I used to call it Michael's surf shack.) I started teaching evening tantra workshops at the yoga studios where I worked during the days. Most studio owners often had concerns and restrictions about the sexual nature of the course advertisment.
So I sought out an alternate space. I was pleased to meet one open minded reverend who was supportive of "the work" and said I could rent her sanctuary (which was a converted office space), but insisted "I don't want to know the details of what you do." So for almost a year I held monthly Playshops in the same rented temple. I have specific memories of concecrating that sacred space. I cast a protection spell on the warehouse with Clary sage. I ground cornmeal into the outside planter boxes to feed the demons of the lower world. I even admit to accidentally spilling red wax on the piano during one powerful shamanic journey.
Eventually, I moved to Pacific beach where I had my own "tantric laboratory." And then three years ago, we bought the Emerald Temple. So it's been over five years and I nearly forgot about my first sanctuary space until Ms. Laura cold called me out othe blue from the Academy of World Dance and and invited me to lead a special tantra event after Sunday service. Imagine my surprise when I pulled up to teach at the same sanctuary. The New thought reverand that I knew has since left, and they changed priests several times, but the warm, spiritual energy was the same. I had a powerful reconnection with my first temple space and a reminder that the true temple is a very eal space, deep in my heart.
By Kamala Devi, Author of Don't Drink the Punch, Sacred Sexual Healing, Tantra Teacher and Sacred Sex and Open Relationship Coach www.BlissCoach.com
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