by Tim Everett
By the time I came to Orgasmic Meditation (OM), I was really alone. I was a workaholic, and I hardly ever socialized. The few friends I had slowly dwindled. I could go a whole month without having a conversation with anyone except co-workers. I had shut down my desires. I am better lonely and starved for touch than hating myself.
Eventually, I heard someone talk about Orgasmic Meditation (OM) at a party I was at. I looked it up online and ended up registering for an intro course. My first OM was confronting and uncomfortable. I couldn’t figure out how to sit; I felt like I would be uncomfortable no matter how I moved. My physical discomfort was matched by my emotional tension. I was worried that, somehow, I’d offend or upset the woman I was stroking.
I pushed through all those fears and feelings, and I managed to keep my attention on my finger. It was really, really intense. I felt this buzzing, almost like something was vibrating inside my finger, and it radiated up my arm and into my shoulder and torso. As I held my attention on that buzzing, it took all my psychological discomfort and mopped it up, as if the heat we were generating from the OM—Orgasmic Meditation caused all the worry and doubt to evaporate.
Orgasmic Meditation has so many facets, but the one that’s become central in my life is purpose. Over time, I have realized that my driving goal as a boy was to be different from my dad. I chose a different life from his in every way I could. It took me a long time to realize that that wasn’t a purpose.
I worked hard seven days a week but didn’t know what I was doing with my life. Orgasmic Meditation has given me the tools to think about why I do anything I do and discover my passion and purpose in this life. I don’t need to get into the details, but I know why I work now, you know? That’s deeply satisfying.
Orgasmic Meditation also reframed my relationships. A few months ago, my girlfriend and I were on the verge of breaking up. She wanted out. I had this idea, and it came straight from the inspiration I had unlocked through my OM practice. I told her we should take a week to break up and spend our break-up week doing all the things we had talked about but hadn’t made happen during our relationship.
We went to Disneyland, we went to a winery or two, we went to an amazing festival. We kept sharing whatever we were thinking without worrying how the other person would take it. If we were sad, mad, excited, curious, whatever it was, we shared it. And no, we didn’t get back together at the end of that week – but we did a month later. The “breakup week” was a foundation for a much better relationship.
I wouldn’t even have thought of something so “out of the box” if it hadn’t been for OM—Orgasmic Meditation, and I could never have been so consistently truthful if it weren’t for this practice. I don’t think I’ll ever stop being surprised by what Orgasmic Meditation can show me.
