In the early 2000s, I worked in the Middle East and lived a high life. It was all Porsches and polo matches, glamorous apartments, and flying to Hong Kong on the weekends for shopping trips. I worked hard and played hard. It was a vibrant life, and I loved it.
Then, my fianceé wanted to move to Australia. He was a very high-powered corporate type. Looking back, that was when I started giving up on things that were important to me without questioning why. It was the start of giving up on myself. I’d decided I wanted to get married, have children, and raise a family, so I put away many misgivings about following my fianceé. After Australia, he said we needed to move to London. I didn’t want to do that, but I agreed. I wouldn't say I liked it. The minute I arrived, I felt a huge culture of fear, like terrible energy rising from the ground. I discovered I was pregnant, and one month later, I married my fianceé.
I had no friends over the next six years and a husband who was never home. He didn’t want me to work, so I became the perfect housewife. The more I tried to be perfect, the more he resented me and stayed away. I'm not sure how I didn’t have a total breakdown. Six years after that move to London, I was dealing with huge, costly divorce proceedings, looking after a young child, and trying to get my career back on track in a foreign country. I spent most days feeling numb. I had a weight in my chest that I couldn’t lift and a constant fog in my head. Finally, I saw a story about Orgasmic Meditation (OM) in a newspaper and signed up for it. I remember the day I got a court order for my husband to move out of the house.
When I arrived at the Introduction to OM course, I loved feeling part of a group. It was the first time I’d felt a community spirit for eight years. The stuff they talked about was a bit of a shock to the system, but I was keen to learn. Intimacy with my husband had been the same bloody routine for years, and I was so ready for something new. Even though I was numb, I could feel the electricity on the day of the actual OM. The nest holds you safe, and there’s no eye-to-eye contact. It’s about focusing on the self and connecting. There was nothing creepy about it.
The people I met who practiced Orgasmic Meditation (OM) provided so much nourishment to get me through that nightmare time of my life. But I didn’t just use OM to clear myself. I learned about tuning in to people with real, fine attention. I wanted to learn how to apply these techniques in my work regarding holding space and feeling people. I’d just started an MBA program, which also talked about personal development and global leadership. It energized me, too.
As an Asian woman, it was pre-conditioned in my DNA for me to be all about selflessness and giving and never looking after myself. As I OMed, I began to remember how fearless I used to be. The numbing in my marriage had made me forget who I was. After OMing for a few months, I felt like a newborn baby. My attention became so finely tuned I could see and feel people deeply. I felt so strong. I remember walking down Oxford Street; everything slowed down and became fuzzy. This man walked past me on his phone, and I heard him say without words, ‘You are a really strong woman.’ This is what Orgasmic Meditation (OM) does. It makes you open to the messages of the universe. I began to understand that what I saw in the world reflected what was happening inside of me. It’s pure magic, it really is.
I’ve learned the useful lesson of darkness, too. In some of my OMs, I realized I was tired, which was OK. I allowed myself to enter the darkness and get its richness, and then I just rose up again. After all, we sleep during the night, and that’s what we get nourishment from. People try to avoid feeling, but it’s good to cry. I cried a lot during the difficult days of my divorce. You get a lot more back from that. For me, the feeling in my body is like a wave: to go up, you must go down.
Three months ago, I resigned from my job in a private equity fund without another role to go into. But I know the wave will rise again. The female dean of my MBA program gave a speech about emotional intelligence and how getting to know yourself is the foundation for success. That really resonated with me. The people at the private fund had no emotional intelligence, so I left. I want more for myself. Now that I have clarity, I know it’s right to leave something that doesn’t serve me. It’s like that wave in Orgasmic Meditation. You have to trust and know that growth comes from discomfort.
I’m much more exacting about the men in my life these days. I see men as being of two varieties: the ones who feel uncomfortable because a woman knows what she’s talking about and those who are confident enough to say, “Great, this is something new. I can learn. I didn’t know you could feel so much sensation.” I feel that Orgasmic Meditation introduces fun to intimacy and relating.
When I came out of my marriage, I didn’t want to be in a relationship until I finished my MBA. I just wanted some friends with benefits. Because I knew what I wanted, I could set up a container for it, as the OM—Orgasmic Meditation container allows for a kind of experience. It’s about seeing what feels good and what doesn’t and communicating. Through Orgasmic Meditation, I have found out just how patient men are. It opened my eyes and heart to what amazing creatures men are. I’m no longer living in a world of fear and scarcity.
