Each of us knows the fairy tale about Little Red Riding Hood and the bad Wolf, who cunningly ate the grandmother along with the granddaughter. I particularly liked the audio version narrated by Irena Kwiatkowska, where the role of the Wolf was played by Władysław Hańcza. The whole was filled with a masterful musical setting by Mieczysław Janicz. All this and probably something more made this fairy tale become, on one hand, a model for joyful humming and singing of songs:
“When my stomach growls, I get cramps…”, or “Little Red Riding Hood, that’s me, just me”
On the other hand, however, an unexpected trap. This extraordinary children’s fairy tale made me, in the name of the idea of defending the innocent and weaker, identify with Little Red Riding Hood, because after all: “Little Red Riding Hood, that’s me, just me”, and I sentenced the Wolf to stay in the ZOO.
You may laugh, but I was really convinced for a long time, and I think I wasn’t alone in this, that Wolves eat people, only fortunately there are few of them and they don’t live in our country.
Good or Evil?
This fairy tale, like many other educational stories from those times, represents a classic example of dividing the world into good and evil. But let’s leave Little Red Riding Hood. He has suffered enough in this role – not only was he innocent, the Wolf swallowed him, he stayed in the dark insides of the oppressor without access to oxygen, and he still had to get out of the Wolf’s belly with his last strength. And the Wolf? Very bad Wolf, very… because he cunningly devoured an innocent girl and was rightly punished for it. He ended up behind bars, and instead of the forest, the ZOO became his home. This Wolf had to suffer for a long time, oh for a long time… until…
A friend who worked at a shelter for wolves with a past made me realize that wolves do not eat people because they are simply afraid of them, and the only situation that can provoke a wolf to attack a human is getting too close to a mother protecting her young cubs. Incidentally, I learned that wolves inhabit the forest adjacent to my block, where I often go for walks. This news changed my perception of these animals. However, I will still have to exercise a bit before the program about the bad Wolf with long teeth stops translating into my reality. Before this imaginary and unfounded fear of the Wolf, of something unknown, potentially dangerous, passes.
My First Tantric Massage
When I first went for a tantric massage, I felt just like Little Red Riding Hood, going into the forest with the intention of meeting and getting to know the Wolf. Like an unaware being who wants something because it is very curious, because it is attracted to it, but at the same time has little knowledge about it, because this knowledge does not come from its own experience, but is based on external information, on what others have told it, or what it has read about it. As a result, I didn’t know what to expect, uncertainty arose, fears began to grow, which just before the session caused fear in me.
Fear of Mysticism
What worried me the most was the fear of the ritual dimension of tantric massage. I happened to end up in a place I feared the most. The person conducting the session had oriental tattoos on their body and a dark room dimly lit by candles, in which there was a sculpture of a cobra. Questions arose: why all this? In addition, there was a fear of witchcraft, of the unknown, black magic, and all the religious and fairy-tale stories about witches, about all those evil, terrifying characters recorded in my head… about the Wolf.
- Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale…
The extremely calm voice of the guide, the conversation before the session, and the explanation of the essence of tantric massage made me feel safer minute by minute, and the fear manifesting in my body gave way to inner silence. I got used to the sight of tattoos and the figurine depicting a snake, and the dark room simply added atmosphere to the place. The relaxing sounds of oriental music, the scent of oils and incense made me surrender. I let go. I abandoned everything that had shaped my emotions so far. I worked with my breath, and it was the most beautiful session of the multidimensional experience that is tantric massage
Fear of Judgment (Nudity, Appearance, Body Reactions)
I stand before her with my eyes closed. She places one hand on my head, the other on the upper part of my abdomen. – With each breath, you feel lighter, your body is enveloped in peace…
- Relax your stomach. Let it go. Why are you hiding it? Let it out of your body. Allow it to be as it is…
Only now do I realize that I subconsciously hold my insides in a daily grip and don’t give them a chance to live fully. Why do I constantly tense my abdominal muscles? Because I assumed that a man without a protruding belly is more attractive. At the cost of health, proper functioning of the digestive system, and the free flow of emotions through the body, I assumed that the protruding bubble under the ribcage disqualifies my success with women. I have hidden what I considered my weakness for so long that to this day I catch myself having a sucked-in stomach. To this day, I remind it that it is important to me, that I allow it to be and let it go freely.
I often wonder what fears women have before tantric massage. I talk about this with my clients and ask what causes them to think for a long time and often have an internal struggle before deciding to go for such a massage? I hear that many of their friends would like to experience tantric massage, but they don’t have enough courage.
- But why is that?
- Because they are embarrassed about their appearance.
It’s fear of judgment that they impose on themselves. Fear of nudity: breasts too small, too large, a belly too big, concave buttocks, cellulite, hips not right, arms, hands, fingers, nose… unshaven legs, unpainted lips… An all-encompassing rigor, a holocaust issued to the body and its natural beauty. A flood of toxic emotions blocking life’s joy, resulting from the media and social model of contemporary beauty, which most have accepted as the basis of their existence. Dividing life into good and evil. The need to value oneself through the prism of good looks makes us never feel good about ourselves, that we don’t accept ourselves because we are always far from the imagined physical perfection. We distance ourselves from ourselves, from our essence, the truth about ourselves, which in turn makes us distance ourselves from others and not experience life truly, remaining dissatisfied with ourselves in seemingly safe relationships. We often don’t realize that true beauty doesn’t lie in the appearance of our body, but in its acceptance regardless of its shape.https://piotrblue.pl/en/mind-eclipse-during-tantric-massage/
Woman. Have you ever wondered when you are visually attractive to your man? You are beautiful only when you fully accept yourself as you are, when you are confident in yourself and your inner femininity. If you seek confirmation of your attractiveness from the outside, your relationships with yourself or with men will be superficial and fleeting. Besides – let’s get back to the point – you come for a tantric massage, not a date. For a session during which a change in the perception of your beauty may occur. And this change happens only through experience, through stepping out of the comfort zone and facing fear.
There are also women who fear their reactions during the massage or the lack thereof. They fear excessive arousal of the body, the need to reciprocate touch, accelerated breathing, screaming, excitement, climaxing, being taken advantage of, or even betrayal.
When Little Red Riding Hood Becomes the Wolf
I decided to leave the safe haven I had known for several years. I did it because despite the apparent peace, I was still missing something. I was accompanied by a feeling of dissatisfaction and boredom, which made me live just to live, to replay life rather than create it. That I am like a bird in a cage I built myself. I opened the door and went into the unknown forest to meet the fears that had been blocking me so far. Step by step, with fear by my side, I discovered new paths. I went to meet the Wolf and look at him with my own eyes. To experience him not through the prism of what others say about him and how they describe him, but to give myself a chance for close contact with him. To recognize him in myself and reach my inner, individual truth about him. And when I looked him in the eyes, it turned out that despite his wildness, the Wolf doesn’t have such long teeth, doesn’t have a strange voice, and big claws. That social visions about him are so distorted and false that it was hard to see his beauty in wildness, wisdom, prudence, cunning, ability to survive, and respect for nature. That you can even befriend him and stand with him in a place where there is no more fear because the vision of him has changed in us.
So I left Little Red Riding Hood and stood on the side of the Wolf.
I enter the salon, light candles and incense, prepare warm oil and essential oils for the massage. I heat the soft mattress, brew tea, sit on a comfortable cushion, and wait to host you as best as I can. Here at the tantric massage session, you can do anything. You can abandon your complexes related to the appearance of your body, you can leave the shame of reaction, of loud breathing, excitement, or its absence, screaming, orgasm, and blaming yourself for whether it was or wasn’t, cleanse yourself of the fear of judgment, reach the source of internal conflicts that prevent you from venturing into the unknown or cause difficulties in relationships with your partner. Get to know yourself better and free yourself from external conditions that divert your attention from what is most precious, from your inner self and the source of divine power.
If you have doubts, I invite you to an hour-long consultation, during which I will try to answer your questions related to tantric massage. Maybe this hour-long conversation will give you more than the massage itself, maybe it will allow you to take a step into the unknown without fear and find the inner beauty that demands to be discovered in you, to be able to live with what gives you an infinite number of possibilities. Maybe you will just talk about yourself, or without the need to use the massage, you will have a warm cup of tea with me?
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