Crystal Hardie - Tantric Massage: Beginner’s Guide, Tips and Techniques to Master the Art of Tantric Massage!

TANTRIC MASSAGE BEGINNER'S GUIDE

Tips and Techniques to Master the Art of Tantric Massage

Crystal Hardie & Rick Reynolds

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Most of us (barring all mishaps and acts of God) have two hands. On each of these two hands are four fingers and two thumbs (which are opposable, miraculously a factor which differentiates homo sapiens from all those other monkeys).

Look at your hands. They have a story. Maybe that story is a life of washing dishes. Maybe its one of fixing the motors in cars, or trains, or planes. Maybe the story your hands tell that of a life of relative ease. No calluses, no rough edges and no scars, the unblemished hands of the privileged are a story, too.

Whatever story your hands tell, as you examine them, with their veins and ligaments, their myriad bones and childhood scars, your hands can also speak. They can speak when they touch the body of another. They can tell tales of jasmine-scented voyages, regarding the distant stars, as you float down the Nile River. They can speak of raucous gin joints, rhythm and blues pounding out their open doors into the back alley night. High rise love affairs behind the closed doors of the fine hotels of New York; stillness and blessed isolation in the wilds of Montana. Your hands, when they touch the body of another person, are invested with a language only they can speak. I dont just mean hands, in general. I mean your hands.

If youre an adult whos had any kind of life at all, youll remember the thrill of the first touch of a lovers hand, touching your hand, your arm (ever so suggestively), your thigh, your face. Regardless of where that first touch landed, the electrical shock of connection is one we never forget, long after the relationship is over. We never forget that first contact and how it transported us, driving us forward on the erotic journey we were embarking on.

Thats the power of touch.

No matter where or who you are, regardless of your sexuality, religion, culture, ethnicity or sex, the universal power of touch cannot be denied. We are all slaves to it. We all crave it. But the terrible thing is that our sensitivity to that power seems to diminish with age and experience, as we become jaded and inured to it. We lose our ability to sense the electricity of the connection we once felt when touched by one we desired, as we grow thicker skins against the uncertainties of life and love. Instead of being an esteemed teacher, experience encapsulates the wounds we sustain along the way. It becomes almost a prophylactic against the sense and the emotions that accompany it.

How can we regain our ability to feel the psychosexual charge of touch? How can we reclaim it, to experience anew a deeper level of our inherent sexual natures? Many of us may have stopped believing in love. But surely not so many have stopped believing in pleasure and its ability to take us out of ourselves? Are we no longer truly interested in one another on level of the senses and in fully abandoning ourselves to the joy that can be manifested there?

We may have convinced ourselves thats the case, but personally, I think the proposition has denied us the basic human right of pleasure. To be specific, sexual pleasure is a human right that we seem to have taken a post-modern, reductionist approach to. This approach has created in us a kind of psychosexual gap that cries out to be filled with a renaissance in our ability to feel in a holistic way; the way that tells those we touch (physically) who we are. Not a caricature of ourselves, but the raw truth of who we are in both a physical and emotional sense, simultaneously.

Someone once said, God has no hands but ours. The internets wilds having muddied the waters as to who actually said it notwithstanding, the saying itself is an interesting place to start in a discussion about physical touch and its primary role in human sexuality. Without touch and its power to open us to others and to experience them and ourselves as fully human, we are reduced to the free-floating consciousness of Ray Kurzweiler ( The Age of Spiritual Machines ). But we are our bodies. Our bodies, in fact, define us. Without them, we cannot touch. We cannot experience the world and the world, sadly, cannot experience us.

Perhaps this all sounds like an unnecessary intellectualization of the practice of sensual massage, but there I will take issue. My thesis here is that touch is a defining feature of the human ability to love. We reach out our hands to touch another and find in that touch, deep connection. It may not last more than a night. It may last a lifetime. But in the moment that we touch another, there is the truth about what we are as animal beings who speak and reason. Touch is a faculty. It is a logic contained in the senses. It is a language contained in nerves and responses and psychological understanding. In the complexities realized in the faculty of touch is a fundamental truth about what it means to be human.

And so I offer you this book as an exploration of the art of touch, from the standpoint of human sexuality. The stories our hands tell are profoundly personal and endlessly complex. As we speak to each other with our hands, we form profound connections that we can remember forever, regardless of how long they endure in terms of the temporal. A single nights events can form us as people for the rest of our lives. Touch shared between two for a lifetime can be that single night multiplied to its ultimate expression. Touch is an eternally potent means of sexual connection between us as sexual beings and reclaiming it as the cornerstone of our sexuality is the gateway to joy.

Lets talk about touch and how its been expressed between people through the ages, its psychological ramifications and its role in our sexuality. Lets find out how to be more actively engaged with this sense in our lovemaking and how we can make it more central. You and whomever you love deserve it, because touch is a foundational sense. We have five such senses, but touch is the scented, gilt gateway to the others. Its through touch and its vibrant ability to speak, that were able to connect with our lovers on the most intimate and profound level. If were conscious of what our touch is saying to those we share our love with physically, were already much better and more present lovers and love is all about presence.