Facilitating Tantric Energy Orgasm Retreats: A Sacred Gesture, Temporarily | Andrew Barnes

This song was created using AI by Benny, Chen, and Eliana after attending a Tantric Full Body Energy Orgasm Activation retreat that I recently facilitated. It’s fascinating to see what’s possible nowadays.

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It’s touching to be seen in this way, as it feels like a sign that I’m hopefully learning from my mistakes and slowly evolving in a heart-centred way. In my experience, when we facilitate, we sometimes become more than 'ourselves'. We step into a container that resonates beyond our personal identity and abilities. The responsibility we hold, the powerful role we step into, the information and energy we transmit, and even the way we move or speak, all of it can become a mirror for something sacred in the people attending a Tantra retreat.

In those moments of facilitation, we offer ourselves in service to something that moves through the group field. Rather than arriving with knowledge to deliver or outcomes to control, we sense for what wants to emerge. What is seen or felt may carry a mythical or archetypal quality because the space itself becomes charged with something profoundly shared, a kind of timeless wisdom. The insights that arise are not created by any one individual. They are revealed through the resonance of the group, the willingness to stay open, and by being present to the mystery that animates life.

This mystery communicates in sensation, stillness, subtle gestures, breath, and experience. The facilitator is simply one thread in the larger tapestry, woven into the moment by something far more beyond comprehension than personal will.

Everything the facilitator offers, their words, presence, gestures, energy, and way of being, carries the potential to reflect something meaningful or sacred back to those in the space. This is not about being special. It is about becoming transparent enough that others can access a deeper experience of themselves. The reflection is not of us, but of what lives through the group in those moments.

Transparency in this context means the facilitator is not blocking the flow of what wants to arise. They are not performing, not presenting a curated version of themselves, and not trying to be impressive. Instead, they are attempting to be present, receptive, and attuned to the field. And they are consciously minimising the insertion of their own ego or agenda between the participant and the moment.

In that openness, the facilitator can become a kind of mirror, not one that reflects their own personality or ideas, but one that holds a clear, grounded space where others can feel seen, felt, or recognised by something deeper. When the facilitator is able to step aside from their own story enough, participants are more likely to project, intuit, or awaken something within themselves. In a subtle way, the facilitator becomes a vessel that helps others contact their own inner truth, rather than drawing attention toward the facilitator themselves.

It often takes me a few weeks to recover and regain my energy from facilitating retreats. Part of that process is grounding in the awareness that this is not who I am. Not the role. Not the myth. But of course, it is what I aspire to be. In truth, I'm just a flawed individual who has learned how to be a conduit for something meaningful for a short time, and then return to my own human messiness, like everyone else.

There’s a paradox many facilitators face, especially in spaces that touch the sacred. We are often seen, even momentarily, as something extraordinary. Held up. Projected onto. Sometimes idealised. But those perceptions rarely reflect the full truth of who we are. They reflect what someone experiences through us in that moment, a resonance, a remembrance, a spark of their own longing or awakening. And while it’s beautiful to witness that kind of recognition in someone’s eyes, it can be a trap if we start to believe it ourselves. Because the moment we identify with being special, we begin to separate ourselves from the very human truth that makes the work real.

What makes the work real is not the performance of wisdom, but the willingness to stay close to the truth of our own experience. It lives in our capacity to hold space while still being in process ourselves. In the quiet moments before a session begins. In the discomfort of not knowing. In the courage to let something larger move through, even when we don't fully know the outcome. It’s the breath taken before speaking. The silence held instead of filling it. The choice to stay open when it would be easier to take control.

The work is real when it is alive, not rehearsed. When the facilitator is present, not perfect. That’s where the transmission happens, from within and between. And because of that, it’s essential that facilitators have someone to reflect with. A supervisor or mentor who can offer honest feedback and help us stay grounded in our own flaws and growth. Without that, it’s easy to get lost in the projection, or worse, start believing it.

When I first heard the song, I smiled, paused, and felt something stir. It was unexpected and slightly surreal to be seen in that way, stylised, symbolic, larger than life. But perhaps that is the nature of being a facilitator. At times, we are seen through the lens of someone else’s awakening. The image might not be accurate, but the feeling behind it often is.

That’s the paradox. We hold space for transformation, but we are also just fallible humans. We carry myths, but we are not the myth. What moves through us in those moments is not ours to claim, but something to be grateful for. And it does leave an imprint to learn from. This song was one of those imprints, a reflection shaped by the energy of a retreat, and by what lives in the shared field when we all allow something sacred to be embodied.

Thank you, Benny, Chen, and Eliana, for the reminder.