Tantric Intimacy & The Divine Becoming

"Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth! For your love is better than wine." -Song of Solomon 1:2

What if life, what if faith, was more about the journey and less about the destination?

Salvation.

What's the point of being a Christian if not to "get saved"? I mean, you don't want to be lost, do you?

So it's transactional. The entire journey with Christ is about the destination.

Salvation.

The proper prayer, the proper baptismal plunging, the proper posture of the heart in repentance.

But what if salvation wasn't a destination... but rather the dance of the journey itself? What if "salvation" wasn't a transactional moment, but rather an invitation into a lifelong dance with the Divine?

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And we get to sex like we get to work. We get in our car and drive there. We're in traffic, red lights. No point of the journey. It's just the destination.

But tantric intimacy offers a different approach. That the entire journey, the experience, is in and of itself, the destination.

Tantric intimacy teaches breathwork between us and our  companion to bring our energy into coherence at the cellular level.

The breath. The Spirit is compared to the breath. Perhaps this metaphor is an invitation into cellular coherence with the Divine Within... and the Divine that Transcends all that is.

And "the destination"? What if it never was something to be achieved. Not the "goal" or the "point." You don't get there by trying, by striving...

You "get there" by rest. By relaxation. By savoring every step of the Divine Dance.

What if the greatest thing we could ever accomplish in this life was to learn how to rest?

To rest into our becoming.

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Last spring I was studying polyvagal theory and our mammalian trauma response. Pretty clinical, I know.

But understanding our body's freeze/fight/flight response has everything to do with our sexuality.

Because sex is play. And when our brains and bodies are stuck in fight or flight, we lose access to play.

What if our dance with the Divine was also play?

The hardest way to reach our sexual "destination" is by trying to get there. And the easiest way is through rest.

To allow.

To let go of the destination altogether.

So last spring I bought one of those online courses. An intercourse course, as I refer to it. About polyvagal theory and human sexuality.

And the guy teaching it did a great job. And he made a shocking claim. One of those things so bold you really can't quit thinking about it.

Here was the claim: When we learn to feel into our body's emotions, to lean into our joy, all of life can approach more and more to the experience of an endless crescendo.

Wow.

Talk about a bold claim.

But what if it's true?

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And what if.

What if.

What if that was our dance with the Divine?

What if salvation was never about reaching some destination? A sinner's prayer, a submersion before the saints?

What if "salvation" was always about an endless experience in the energetic full-body ripple effect of intimate love?