Wednesday, September 21

Sweet Nothings (Fall Equinox status updates 2011)

I am collecting little slivers of wisdom. These lines are crystallizations of my mediation, lovemaking and irreverent conversations with lovers. They show up like thorns in my fingertip that insist on being plucked out and passed around.  I intend to publish them in a bed-side book with the working title: Tantra Sutras by Kamala Devi

  • After a long dry journey, this droplet of water is returning to mamma ocean.
  • When I close my eyes, I see God; when I open my eyes, she's still there, just in disguise.
  • Most all of human challenges stem from squishing this infinite unconditional love into this limited mortal flesh and form.
  • Somewhere behind those sleepy eyes, there's a spark of something sublime, to which I am eternally in service.
  • The devil took one hard look at me, and then put his tail between his legs. ;o)
  • God is my enemy. And, as with most statements about the absolute, the converse is equally and simultaneously true.
  • It's no longer a surprise that I can fall deeply, truly, madly in LOVE in just one night--I just wonder why I don't do it every day.
  • For as much as I romanticize following the unreasonable path of the heart, my most devastating mistakes usually result from allowing my head and heart travel too far from each other.
  • I recognize myself in you, not just in the field of fusion where we are all connected, but in your unique way towards it.
  • Making love doesn't just happen between the sheets, but when you stop what you're doing to greet your beloved at the door, speak into the uncomfortable, call them for no reason, and thoughtfully put the toothpaste cap back on the tube.

  • My love does not wash away, no matter how many tears I shed, it just glistens more when wet.
  • When your heart feels like it's ripping into tiny pieces--Look at it this way, you now have more surface space to spread around.
  • The trouble with being a transpersonal channel is that you love with all the hearts that ever loved, but you may also hurt that way.
  • He kissed me goodbye and before my train pulls away from the platform he said: we may never see each other again, but we may never leave each other, either.
  • Our relationship is deeply personal and widely transpersonal. Now the trick to breaking up is simply untangling the personal.
  • My bod functions like an antenna, sensitive to the love of all those within my frequency. Missing you has expanded my range of receptivity.
  • What does my wounded little girl need to heal in order to show up full and savor the truth of where we meet?
  • Rebound is the act of rubbing the sensitive new pieces of your heart against someone who cares.
  • In truth, I never left you. My body may be somewhere else, most likely with somebody else, but ultimately parting is not possible.
  • To withhold love-- for fear of hurt is as absurd as choosing not to live-- because inevitably we all die.

  • Stop teasing me with love, to get sex, and I'll stop teasing you with sex, to get love.
  • There is music under your skin, I can hear it with my tongue.
  • Beyond all words and concepts, our bodies know how to further the conversation.
  • I Just had the most profound orgasm…too bad no one was around to witness it.
  • Celebrate sex as if it were your cause-- in fact, it is the cause of everybody.
  • Make love to me: together we'll shape-shift, gender-bend, time-travel and be.
  • Fingernails are fun for tickling and scratching, but I prefer short nails for penetration purposes.
  • Sex with you is like dessert, our connection is so full and complete, that it is unnecessary, but still irresistible.
  • What did you say? I can't hear the subtle expression of your body language with all those clothes on.
  • I am an artist. My medium is love. And like most creative genius's my art is misunderstood.
  • I'm having life experiences that go beyond any frame of reference I've ever known, yet they're still worth framing.
  • At the beginning of each rehearsal, I pray to step aside and let myself come through.
  • I'm supposed to be finishing my script, but ended up making love all day. It's funny how some forms of procrastination are easier to forgive than others.
  • Art imitates nature. My creativity moves like the ocean. I'm retreating and gathering inspiration before surging forth with another powerful creation.
  • I found buying a vinyl blow-up doll as a prop for tantra theater offensive, until I had to find a metal speculum for my Sacred Slut Show.
  • Is this monkey mind, or is the muse whispering instructions into my ear for my next book?
  • In the crystal moments when you see me without projection, that is when I see myself most clearly.
  • I'm most myself when I'm making love, otherwise I'm just faking it, the good news is that I'm making love most all of the time, now.
  • I know. I know, I'm not as beautiful, wise, sexy or even as vain as I think I am.
  • I am a perpetual mystery to myself.
  • I'm officially done being self indulgent, now I'm up in everyone else's business.
  • Sacred sex is a great way to start the day, although, by the time we get out of bed, it's already evening.
  • Why is it acceptable to drop to my knees in prayer, but all other positions I use to worship the divine are not allowed in polite society?
  • There is a mountain top where ascendant masters hang out, laugh and make love. I used to think it was a myth or a metaphor, but after being with you, I know, it's real.
  • In Alchemy, fire is the agent of change, but the adept is warned never to let the flame get too hot. There is a parallel principle in sacred sexuality, thus the insistence on slow foreplay.
  • Your devotion arouses my desire.
  • Waking reality is extended worship. Every interaction is a puja station. Starting with solo practice in the shower, feeding the inner child breakfast, dancing with Shakti in the office to meeting Shiva in the bedroom.
  • There's enough of me to go around.
  • Relationship is my religion. (and I'm polytheistic.)
  • Polyamory is the new gay.
  • Mono/poly relationship is a game of risk.
  • 'I'm Not Polyamorous But All Of My Lovers Are.'
  • The love between us is inherently unique, and made even more special by sharing it with others.
  • The programming and explosion of nuclear households in modern society has caused farther reaching toxic devastation than any bomb.
  • One of the rarely celebrated benefits of being poly is that when your suffering from a tender heartbreak, one (or two) of your other lovers can listen, hold you, and love you through it.
  • Polyamory has lead me nowhere near the path of least resistance.
  • I am stripping you down of all my projections and loving you, naked (and your girlfriend too.)
  • Happiness in polyamory hinges on ones ability to add and multiply their love instead of dividing and subtracting.
  • Monogamy is a conspicuous and crumbling conspiracy.
  • In essence, Free Love is the spiritual practice of loving the One through the many. 

  • Why don't you just ask me about my love life to begin with, because all other conversations we try to start are going to end up there, anyway.
  • By definition, "process' is always incomplete.
  • There's a fine line between practicing transparency and not having the ability to censor yourself, but real friends don't mind when you cross that line.
  • Am I one of those people who talks about "no drama" in relationship, while indulging in a inordinate amounts of it?  

  • Hey, who do I have to fuck around here to get some world peace? I mean, Sheesh.
  • Conditioned in a culture of violence, I've become so intent on stopping the suffering, that I've lost site of my ability to befriend it.
  • For most people, sexual liberation is going to take a revolution. For the rest us, it requires a revelation.
  • When offered a pleasurable growth opportunity, the natural impulse to pull away from pain becomes obvious. Liberation lies not in leaning towards or away from this impulse, but in knowing we're always at choice.
  • What magic is possible, if at the time of the hunt, instead scattering and denying our craft, we witches ban together and practice with all of our heart?
  • My prison walls may be constructed by conditioned cognitive misperceptions, but the doorway is clearly made of something beyond mind-stuff.
  • I am an activist. It's my mission to activate the security and freedom inscribed within our bodies, from a time before our sensual and religious practices were separated or persecuted. Who wants to activate with me?
On Life
  • Reality is squishy, isn't it?
  • I'm finally starting to appreciate the wisdom of the long lingering goodbye. Why rush it, when in fact, it is what we've all been doing since our arrival on earth?
  • Stillness in the manifest world is an illusion. We exist on a planet that is revolving around a sun which is also moving. Thus I center myself in the flow of my emotions. Who I am is in constant flux.

  • Travel is a prescription to break us of our habits, get perspective on our problems and turn the foreign into family.
  • I went to several Salavador Dali Museums and came away thinking: "The only difference between me and a madman is that I'm not a man."
  • In Germany I'm told, Tantra is Pointless. (Perhaps something is lost in Translation.)
  • In Paris men walk around swinging their baguettes so shamelessly by their hips, it's a wonder they don't get baguette envy.
  • The walls around my heart are crumbling down-- East Germany having this affect on me.
  • Leisure is big secret weapon that the European have over Americans

  • She brings me flowers, she bears me fruit, she massages my feet, and holds me tirelessly in her arms of gravity.
  • When I have excess sexual energy amping in my body the only remedy is to hug a tree.  
  • We are pimps for pumping her full of plastic, covering her skin with concrete, bulldozing down her pulmonary branches and  are selling her blood for $4 a gallon.
  • Hugging a tree is similar to hugging a human, you can give love, receive love or simply make love.
  • In the beginning, night fell on top of daylight and made such passionate love that colors soaked the sky. Twilight was so good that they agree to do it again, every day, at sunrise and sunset, for eternity.

All Rights Reserved. Copyright Kamala Devi, Author of Don't Drink the Punch, Sacred Sexual Healing, Tantra Teacher and Sacred Sex and Open Relationship Coach

Shedding light on the Tantra Temple Raid

By Kamala Devi, Author of Don't Drink the Punch, Sacred Sexual Healing, Tantra Teacher and Sacred Sex and Open Relationship Coach

Tuesday, September 20

Save the Tantra Temples

Here's an update on The recent tantra temple raids in Phoenix and Sedona. Tracy Elises bail has been raised to 1 million dollars. Let's put the Fun back into "fun"draising! Kamala Devi invites you to a Pre party for Tantra Palooza and a Matching Fundraiser on Sat Oct. 8th at 4pm. For details or to donate go to

Let's put the FUN back in Fundraising with this outrageous community party and snuggle. We will gather at 4pm and do Tantra Theater Improv. Followed by a brief talk and fundraising drive for the Tantra Temples (if you can't contribute funds at this time, come anyway to help raise the vibration!) Then we'll go into community Potluck and Sacred Snuggle Party.
No Pressure, No Charge at the door, No strings, just bring your check-book for the Fundraiser.

The intention of this Pre-Party:

1) Raise money for the Tantric Temples legal defense in Phoenix. Kamala Devi is offering matching funds for up to $2K.

2) To gather and start the foreplay with Tantra-Palooza alumni and get registration rolling. (Hold your space for only $111)

3) To do what we do best, Love, Laugh and Live!

For details contact: For details go to:
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Saturday, September 10

Native American Church Blesses the Phoenix Goddess Temple

Tantra Temples Needs our Support

n response to Goddess Temple arrests. Kamala Devi speaks up in support Mother Priestess Tracy Elise. Here is a link to raise funds for her legal defense.

Tuesday, September 6

Song of the Reed by Rumi

Listen to the story told by the reed,
of being separated.

"Since I was cut from the reedbed,
I have made this crying sound.

Anyone apart from someone he loves
understands what I say.

Anyone pulled from a source
longs to go back.

At any gathering I am there,
mingling in the laughing and grieving,

a friend to each, but few
will hear the secrets hidden

within the notes. No ears for that.
Body flowing out of spirit,

spirit up from body: no concealing
that mixing. But it's not given us

to see the soul. The reed flute
is fire, not wind. Be that empty."

Hear the love fire tangled
in the reed notes, as bewilderment

melts into wine. The reed is a friend
to all who want the fabric torn

and drawn away. The reed is hurt
and salve combining. Intimacy

and longing for intimacy, one
song. A disastrous surrender

and a fine love, together. The one
who secretly hears this is senseless.

A tongue has one customer, the ear.
A sugarcane flute has such effect

because it was able to make sugar
in the reedbed. The sound it makes

is for everyone. Days full of wanting,
let them go by without worrying

that they do. Stay where you are
inside such a pure, hollow note.

Every thirst gets satisfied except
that of these fish, the mystics,

who swim a vast ocean of grace
still somehow longing for it!

No one lives in that without
being nourished every day.

But if someone doesn't want to hear
the song of the reed flute,

it's best to cut conversation
short, say good-bye, and leave.

translated by Coleman Barks