Everyone knows the tale of Little Red Riding Hood and the evil Wolf who tricked the grandmother and her granddaughter into eating it. I particularly liked the radio play version narrated by Irena Kwiatkowska, with Władysław Hańcza playing the Wolf. The whole was accompanied by Mieczysław Janicz’s masterful musical setting. All this and probably something else made this fairy tale a model for joyful singing and murmuring of songs:

“When my stomach churns, I get chills…”, or “Little Red Riding Hood is me, just me”.

On the other hand, however, it is an unexpected trap. This unusual fairy tale for children made me identify with Little Red Riding Hood in the name of the idea of defending the innocent and the weak, because, after all: “Little Red Riding Hood is me, just me”, and I condemned the Wolf to stay in the zoo.
You may laugh, but for a long time I was convinced, and I think I was not alone, that wolves devour people, but fortunately there are not many of them and they do not live in our country.

 

Good or evil?

This fairy tale, like many other educational stories of the time, represents a classic example of dividing the world into good and evil. But let’s leave Red Riding Hood behind. He has already suffered enough in this role – not only was he innocent, swallowed by the Wolf, without access to oxygen, in the dark bowels of his tormentor, but he still had to struggle to get out of the Wolf’s belly. And Wolf? A very bad Wolf, very… because he deceitfully devoured an innocent girl and was justly punished for it. He was put behind bars and instead of a forest, a zoo became his home. This Wolf had to suffer a long time… until…

A friend who worked in a shelter for wolves made me understand that wolves do not devour people because they are simply afraid of them and the only situation which can provoke a wolf to attack a human is when it gets too close to a mother protecting her young. I also found out that wolves live in 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 do some gymnastics before the programme about the evil wolf with long teeth stops translating into my reality. Before this imaginary and unrealistic fear of the Wolf, of something unknown and 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 she is very curious, because it attracts her, but at the same time she has little knowledge about it, because this knowledge does not come from her own experience, but is based on information from the outside, on what others have told her or what she has read about it. As a result, I didn’t know what to expect, there was uncertainty, fears started to grow, which made me afraid just before the session.

Fear of mysticism

What bothered me most was the fear of the ritualistic dimension of tantric massage. I happened to go to the place I feared the most. The person conducting the session had oriental tattoos on his body and a dark office slightly lit by candles, in which a sculpture of a cobra stood. There were questions: what is all this for? Added to this was the fear of witchcraft, of the unknown, of black magic, and all the religious and fairy-tale stories about witches, about all those evil, written in the head, terror-inducing characters… were replayed in me. About the Wolf.

“Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale…”

The unusually calm voice of the leader, the conversation before the session and the explanation of the essence of tantric massage made me feel safer by the minute, and the fear manifesting in my body gave way to inner silence. I got used to the sight of tattoos and a figurine representing a snake, and the dark office simply added to the atmosphere of the place. The relaxing sounds of oriental music, the smell of oils and incense, made me give in. I let go. I let go of everything that had shaped my emotions up to that point. I worked with my breath and it was the most beautiful session of the multidimensional experience that is tantric massage

 

 

Fear of being judged (nudity, appearance, body reactions)

I stand before her with my eyes closed. She puts one hand on my head, the other on the top of my stomach. – With every breath you are lighter, your body is overwhelmed by peace…

“Relax your belly. Let it go. What are you hiding it for? Let it out of your body. Let it be as it is…”

Only now do I realise that I am subconsciously holding my insides in a daily grip and not giving them a chance to live to their full potential. Why do I flex my abdominal muscles all the time? Because I have decided that a guy without a protruding belly is more attractive. At the expense of my health, proper digestive function and the free flow of emotions through my body, I decided that a protruding bubble under my chest disqualified my success with women. I hid what I considered my weakness for so long that to this day I catch myself with a pulled-in belly. To this day I remind him that he is important to me, that I let him be and I let him go freely.

I often wonder what women’s fears of tantric massage are. I talk to my female clients about this and ask what makes them think long and often fight an inner battle before they decide to go for such a massage? I hear that many of their girlfriends would like to experience a tantric massage, but they do not have enough courage in themselves. But why is it so? Because they are embarrassed by their appearance.

It is the fear of the judgement they make of themselves. Fear of nakedness: breasts too small, too big, belly too bulky, buttocks concave, cellulite, hips not so good, arms, hands, fingers, nose… unshaven legs, unpainted lips… An all-encompassing rigour, a holocaust issued to the body and its natural beauty. A flood of toxic emotions blocking life’s joy, stemming from a media and social model of modern beauty that most have come to accept as the basis of their existence. Dividing life into good and bad. The need to value ourselves through good looks means that we never feel good about ourselves, that we don’t accept ourselves because we are still far from our imagined bodily perfection. We distance ourselves from ourselves, from our essence, the truth about ourselves, which in turn causes us to also distance ourselves from others and not experience life truly, lingering in self dissatisfaction in seemingly secure relationships. We often fail to realise that true beauty is not in the appearance of our body, but in our acceptance of it no matter what shape it is.

Woman. Have you ever wondered when you are visually attractive to your man? You are only beautiful when you fully accept yourself as you are, when you are confident in yourself and your inner femininity. If you look for confirmation of your attractiveness on 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 for a date. For a session where a change in the perception of your beauty can take place. And this change only happens through experience, through getting out of your comfort zone and facing your fears.

There are also women who fear their reactions during a massage, or lack thereof. They fear over-stimulation of the body, the need to reciprocate the touch, accelerated breathing, screaming, excitement, peaking, being taken advantage of and 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 this because, despite the apparent peace, I was still missing something. I felt unsatisfied and bored, which made me live because I live, because I recreate life, not create it. That I am like a bird in a cage I built myself. I opened the door and went out into the unknown forest to meet the fears that had been blocking me until then. Step by step, with fear at my side, I discovered new paths. I walked to meet the Wolf and look at him through my eyes. To experience it not through the prism of what others say about it or how they describe it, but to give myself a chance of close contact with it. To recognise him within myself and reach my inner, individual truth about him. And when I looked into his eyes, it turned out that, in spite of his ferocity, the Wolf does not have such long teeth, does not have a strange voice and great claws. That societal visions of him are so distorted and false that it has been difficult to see his beauty in his wildness, wisdom, prudence, cunning, survival skills and respect for nature. That it is even possible to befriend him and stand with him in a place where there is no longer fear, because the vision in us about him has changed.

So I left Red Riding Hood and sided with the Wolf.

I go into the living room, light candles and incense, prepare warm oil and scented oil essences for the massage. I warm up the soft mattress, brew some tea, sit down on a comfortable cushion and wait to settle you in as best as I can. Here at a tantric massage session you can do everything. You can let go of your complexes connected with the appearance of your body, you can leave the shame of your reaction, of your loud breath, excitement or lack of it, screaming, orgasm and blaming yourself for the fact that it was or wasn’t, clear yourself of the fear of being judged, get to the source of inner conflicts that do not allow you to move into the unknown, or cause difficulties in relations with your partner. Get to know yourself better and free yourself from external conditions that distract you from what is most precious, your inner self and the source of divine power.

If you have any doubts in yourself, I invite you to an hour-long consultation, during which I will try to answer your questions related to tantric massage. Maybe this one hour conversation will give you more than just a massage, maybe it will allow you to fearlessly take a step into the unknown and find the inner beauty that demands to be discovered in you in order to live with what gives you infinite possibilities. How about just telling me about yourself, or having a warm cup of tea with me without having a massage?