Talking Spirituality: Orgasmic Meditation

by Natalie Grigson on April 1, 2014

Over the past year and a half or so, I have seen… some really weird stuff. I have talked with psychics, been to shamans, taken private lessons on harnessing the goddess within me, and once, I was even screamed at by a healer over the phone in what can only be described as a monkey’s voice.

Now, I’m not telling you all of this to see who tops the Holy Crap-oh-Meter. After all, we live in San Francisco; depending on what part of the city you live in, you could experience stranger things on your commute to work. I am telling you, because my latest adventure for this column has topped them all, and yes, I think it is safe to say, would have that meter dipping into red.

OMX 2014. As in, the 2014 Orgasmic Meditation Experience Conference.

I first heard about Orgasmic Meditation and the OneTaste Foundation over a year ago when I was still living in Austin and getting ready to move to San Francisco. I had mentioned my upcoming move to a friend of a friend and was rewarded with a warning: “Just don’t go out there and join one of those damn masturbation groups and never come back.” After a sad, almost movie-like moment where his eyes grew misty, his gaze far away, and he allowed his mind to wander back three years to that one wretched night!… he explained that his ex-girlfriend had visited San Francisco once, given OneTaste’s Orgasmic Meditation a try, and then promptly left him to move to the West Coast.

I felt bad, but I must admit, I was intrigued. What was Orgasmic Meditation?

Well, last Friday at the OMX Conference I found out. By way of a live demonstration.

Like any good night, though, we didn’t just jump right into it; there were hours of foreplay. Scattered all around the downstairs of the Scottish Rite Center in Oakland were vendors, selling everything from cute little cupcakes, dainty chocolates, and hand-made jewelry, to books on sex, lube, and of course, information on the vagina (a large diagram of which greeted us as we walked in the door.)

After pursuing the goods for about half an hour, we headed upstairs to take our seats for the first speakers of the evening: first up was Barrie Cole, a writer, performer, playwright, and most importantly, an OMer. She gave a delightful shpeal called Alphagasm, in which she went from A-Z poetically, and at times, hilariously, describing orgasm and the benefits of OMing.

Side note: Yes, I am saying OMing. Throughout the evening, I noticed more and more that not only is this a verb in this culture, it is The Verb. Everyone we met that night immediately asked “Have you OMed yet?” “How long have you been OMing?” or proudly proclaiming, “I’ve been OMing for five years!” If you hadn’t OMed, you weren’t really in The Club.

Anyway, as a curious outsider, I watched as the next speaker came up to bat, the founder herself, Nicole Daedone. She told us all about Orgasmic Meditation—how she came up with the idea, her years of trial and error in creating the company we see today, and of course, the power of orgasm to change the world; to connect us; to send love into the universe. It was actually very empowering and lovely.

And then she proceeded to do a live demonstration. Now, for those of you who don’t know what Orgasmic Meditation is—well, I’ll just give you the rundown. 1) Woman removes pants, 2) Woman lays down in what is called a “nest” (essentially a blanket and two pillows for her legs), 3) Woman spreads her legs, like she’s due for a pap smear, 4) Woman’s fully-clothed partner dips gloved hand into some lube (like he or she is giving a pap smear), 5) Woman’s partner describes the woman’s vagina, 6) Woman’s partner proceeds to stroke the woman for fifteen minutes, only speaking to ask if the strokes should be modified.

So yes, we watched the demonstration all the way until the Grand Finale. The room was filled with groans, moans, and people from the audience shouting out things like “I feel my heart racing!” or “I can see her aura!” and many others, like me, just watching and listening in rapt fascination. And by rapt fascination, I, of course, mean that uncomfortable feeling you get when you accidentally stumble upon a sex scene in a movie you’re watching with your parents.

And that was my Friday night.

On the whole, it was a very interesting evening. I met some wonderful people, had some laughs, saw a woman have an orgasm on stage, and sampled some delicious chocolate from one of the vendors. The conference continued throughout the weekend, lined with exciting speakers like Neil Strauss and Dr. Jenny Wade; live music; dancing; yoga; and throughout, OM Classes, in which a large group of people gather in one of the OM rooms to learn the practice, hands on (literally), with a teacher guiding them and making suggestions throughout.

Now, I could only make it to Friday’s portion of the conference, and so I missed my chance at any of the OM classes; but here’s the thing: I don’t think I would have done it anyway. I’ve always considered myself to be pretty open-minded, adventurous, and naturally curious; but hey, some things just aren’t for everyone. *And dropping my pants and having my boyfriend pleasure me in front of 50 people just isn’t my thing.

But that doesn’t mean I don’t respect and even admire those OMers out there. In fact, I think the OneTaste Foundation is actually very cool. It’s empowering; it’s enlightening; it’s about making connections, growing intimacy, and being comfortable in your vulnerability. Aside from the OM classes, they offer a wide range of other classes (all based around OM), involving intimacy through talking and just learning to connect.

And that’s really what it is all about: connection. To yourself, to others, to the One Source that brought us here. There is no right way to get there—some people find it in OM, others, in dance, yoga, meditation, or even improv. If you haven’t found it yet, don’t worry, it’s out there. It always has been and always will be. And if you just can’t feel it; well, maybe you should give OneTaste a try.

*Note: First note: Mom and Dad, stop reading here. Second note: Even though we didn’t attend one of the OM classes with a group at the conference, we did give it a whirl in the privacy of my home later that evening. Now I won’t go into too much detail; but I will say, it was a profoundly connecting, honest, vulnerable, and yes, at times, even educational experience. I may not be a converted OMer, but like I said, I’ll try anything once. Or maybe three times for good measure.

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