I’m at the ocean, living the good life in Amed with freedivers, jungle artists and black sand beaches. If the silky water on the skin and the infinite azure blue had not enchanted me enough, now these eyes open to what’s possible for women diving deep in the ocean. I see a spark on the horizon, a new way for me to play with Tantra. I am living a sensual life and the mention of “orgasm at depth” perks up my ears. The men laugh and tell me the sounds they hear coming from the women’s bouy are very entertaining. I look at Tanya and she explains. “We do long holds. The contractions create an orgasmic sensation. If you’re not relaxed enough, the contractions lift your chest and shoulders. If you’re very relaxed, then you just feel a ripple of movement in the lower belly. It’s very, shall we say….(she raises her eyebrows and smiles)."
This means she and her diving girlfriends pull themselves down the rope into the ocean and then at some magical point, they stop pulling and they just hang there, holding the line in their hands, holding the breath in the body, eyes probably closed, feeling the body ask for air, choosing to stay down until the diaphram contracts attempting to breathe. The downward pulling diaphragm presses on the other internal organs, including reproductive organs, stimulating all sorts of pleasurable sensations in the woman’s body. Deep in the ocean, as she hangs, suspended weightless in blue, she is pleasured. She feels an urge to breathe and chooses to stay, suffocated in ecstasy. Like a strong choke during sex in the bedroom, a little kink in the sea. There is discomfort and there is pleasure; together. When the ladies resurface, they’re gasping for air in an afterglow. The men enjoy the opportunity to witness, floating nearby on their own buoy. They’re enjoying their time in the ocean too of course and yet nothing compares to the pleasure of a woman.
Mattias ties it all together for me, referencing the flow of energy through the body. I realize we’re talking about kundalini here. All this breath holding, swimming into water pressure, mind control, deep relaxation and waves of pleasure has got me thinking one thing, TANTRA. This freediving is a spiritual exercise. Just like yoga on the mat, we’re moving the physical body and circulating energy. Where is all this energy going? Are we going to let it drain out the bottom into the sea and wash away? We’ll feel drained ourselves afterward if we do that. So instead, the fun option is to harness all that energy, direct it upwards through the chakra system, and we rise in our consciousness as the light explodes in the crown of our heads. Clarity. Enlightenment. Pure bliss. Oneness.
These are photos of Tanya snorkeling in Amed. She’s fully covered in tattoos. I love being in the water with her, the artwork on her body makes he look even more like a fish / mermaid; colorful scales and patterns swimming by. She’s so elegant and I’m learning so much about graceful mermaid movement through the water, just by watching her diving. Slow smooth kicks down. Float back up with your ankles crossed. Positive buoyancy floats you back up so you get to enjoy the sensations without having to kick or exert energy. The curvy hips of a woman underwater is divine. The male freediver are straight sticks sliding up and down the water column. The ladies are so voluptuous. Diving with Tanya is literally the closest I’ve ever been to a mermaid.
We dry off and veg out on the floor or Apneista. We order another coffee and our eyes grow big as we place another homemade chocolate in our mouths. Coconut milk, palm sugar and ceremonial cacao. The chocolate has to be refrigerated or it starts melting. It’s divine. After diving, we’re in a blissed out state, mellow with no ambition to move. So we lay on the straw mats against some cushions and talk about men, astral traveling, music tours (Tanya is a lighting engineer touring with massive bands you’ve absolutely heard of hehe), giggling over the constant flow of sex jokes (which are only funny when girls make them, and creepy when guys make the same joke, strange), and we take two hours to decide where to eat dinner. I haven’t laughed this much in living memory.
I asked the universe to bring me a freediving girlfriend and the universe delivered. My manifesting powers are strengthening by the day. On Bali, the manifestation magic is insane. Ask and receive with delivery times depending on your proximity to the volcano. In Amed, we’re at the foot of Mt Agung so manifestación occurs within 24hrs. If we were in Canggu, it would take 3 days. Ha!! Seattle would take a month or two.
Love & Rainbows,
Cha Wilde
