Transcendent Sex in Literature

In my book of short stories, Naked Morsels, there are a few mentions of a blending, ecstatic experience where not only the lovers blend together, but they are merged with the beauty and awesomeness of the Universe/Spirit/Divine.  I have experienced this and it is so beautiful and so wonderful that I hope that by sharing the description that others may be able to reach there too.  Either you recognize what I’m talking about, or it sounds a bit crazy, so I was reassured to find others that describe this experience.

Dr. Jenny Wade had a similar sort of transcendent occurrence, which caused her to research it.  Her estimation is about 1 in 10 people have had this sort of transcendent event during lovemaking.  She wrote a book on it called, Transcendent Sex; When Lovemaking Opens the Veil.  Dr. Wade mentions an experience of a woman named Jenna, who described it as,

“Something clicked and I completely lost my sense of self,’ she says. ‘It’s hard to explain. It was as though I was transported outside my body and I lost myself, but simultaneously discovered something far bigger. I didn’t have any sense of “me” at all. Afterwards, I remember lying in Mike’s arms, tears running down my cheeks, suffused with a feeling of love for him and for everything. I don’t think I’ve ever had such an intense emotional experience, and it left me feeling incredibly centred, positive and strong.”

This is rather similar to my experience.  It caused me to look into the ancient teachings of Tantra.  I’ve read a little about this teaching from India, but I haven’t found a book that has really clicked with me on the subject.  There are a few spiritual teachers out there, who do touch on the subject, such as Osho.

“When love expresses through you it first expresses as the body. It becomes sex. If it expresses through the mind, which is higher, deeper, subtler, then it is called love. If it expresses through the spirit, it becomes prayer….
If everything goes well and sex is natural and flowing it is a beautiful experience because you can have a glimpse of the second through it. If sex goes really very deep, so that you forget yourself completely in it, you can even have a glimpse of the third through it. And if sex becomes a total orgasmic experience, there are rare moments when you can even have a glimpse of the fourth, the turiya, the beyond, through it.” – Osho

I guess that’s what inspired me to write my short stories in the first place.  In most books of erotica, I just found them to be rather devoid of emotional and spiritual connection, yet to me, that was one of the most important parts.  I’d love to hear of others who may have had a transcendent experience like this.

– Robin Rumi



Fires Rising; Transforming the Things That Hold You Back

What was I doing dancing and drumming all thru the night for three solid nights?  I’m not really a evening person.  My family jokes about “night fell kathud” because it’s like a great big weight just drops on me at some point in the evening.  So why would I do this?

The amazing reason is Fires Rising, an event designed by Magnus and Abbie Spinner McBride.  It is based on the idea of Alchemical Fire Rituals, where you psychologically pass thru the stages of transforming things that hold you back.  You focus on changing your “lead” into “gold”.  Chanting, moving and dancing help you go thru your conscious mind and into the subconscious mind to dredge up things that are holding you back.

Fires Rising is held at Four Quarters Interfaith Sanctuary of Earth Religions near Artemas, PA.  I pushed myself to move and dance, and when I was tired I sat and drummed.  All this creates a mental space where your conscious mind gets lulled and messages and insights from the subconscious are able to be heard.  It is also a wonderful bonding experience with kindred spirits.  Nobody takes themselves too seriously (although it is serious psychological work), there is a lot of laughter and silliness, but interwoven are moments of deep sorrow.  Moments when people open up their hearts and share their burdens and the love of the group can provide support and ideas.

Sometimes I danced and listened to the words of the songs, other times I just kept trudging around in a circle, joining in the repetitive chanting and letting my mind wander in the beat of the drums.  There were rituals interspersed throughout the night, designed by the participants to share their understanding of the emotional alchemical process.  These sometimes provided additional insight.  I watched the moon set and the fire’s sparks rising up to mingle with the sparkling stars. The first night we dress in black and our inner journey is to identify our “lead”, find the things that hold us back.  The second night we dress in white, this is the fluid stage where we seek solutions.  On the joyful third night, we dress primarily in red, with bright gold and sometimes other jewel colors and we rejoice in each other’s journeys and solutions.  As I realized while I was dancing, it holds some similarity to the Native American Sun Dance ritual, but with a lot less pain and lots more laughter.

Like the poet, Jewel Mathieson said,

“WE have come to be danced
not the nice invisible, self conscious shuffle
but the matted hair flying, voodoo mama
shaman shakin’ ancient bones dance
the strip us from our casings, return our wings
sharpen our claws & tongues dance
the shed dead cells and slip into
the luminous skin of love dance”

"Fires Rising" watercolor by Patricia Robin Woodruff

“Fires Rising” watercolor by Patricia Robin Woodruff

May you be transformed!

– Robin Rumi

Naked Morsels Hot off the Press

After ten years in the making, “Naked Morsels; Short Stories of Spiritual Erotica” is now published, rather co-incidentally, but happily on my husband’s birthday.  Certainly fair enough, since he provides me with enough inspiration.

For a juicy sneak preview, you can read the beginning of one of the short stories, Venus Rising, HERE.  Feel free to leave your comments.

After next week, it should be listed for $14.99 on Amazon and a eBook version available for Kindle and iPad, but right now it is available for a PRESALE PRICE of $11.99 (until Friday, June 20th) and you can only purchase it HERE.


Now you’ve got almost three weeks’ worth of steamy bedtime stories if you nibble them one at a time, or like a delicious box of Belgian chocolates, will you get tempted into consuming the whole thing?

– Robin Rumi

Sacred Moments and Time Out of Time


There are moments when the sacred seems to break through into the everyday world. Where you stand awestruck and know that you are in a sacred moment.  What indicates this to me is entering into kairos, what the Greeks defined as sacred time.  Wikipedia defines it as a moment of indeterminate time in which everything seems to happen.  When I am writing and “in the zone”, I have entered kairos.  It becomes not me writing but Spirit creating through me.

I couldn’t tell you how long giving birth lasted.  I was in kairos when my newly born son unfolded like a flower in his father’s hands. I knew that we were participating in an act of bringing a life into this world.  I was filled with awe, joy and gratitude.

When I participate in truly transcendent moments making love with my Beloved, I am in that same state of kairos.  There are no linear minutes, just this moment of true togetherness.  We are blended in our passion and joy in each other.  This is a sacred moment, as well.

Other sacred moments are when we stand transfixed at the beauty of a sunset or the grandeur of a cathedral or the awe-inspiring hush of an ancient sacred spot.  Again, the Greeks have a word for it, the aesthetic experience.  Where we sense and understand things deep in our soul.  We recognize the beauty of that place or moment.  We know we have touched Spirit.

I will be going to a spiritual retreat this weekend, which I hope to share with you next week.  May you have a Spirit filled weekend!

– Robin Rumi

Sacred Places

Sacred places



Some places you are told they are sacred, either lore about the spot, or it is made plain by the arching cathedral space or ornate building around it.  Other places you just know.  You can feel it in your bones or deep in your dan tien or your gut.  One such place was some sacred springs in Red Rock Canyon, Nevada.  There was nothing to mark the spot, but I could just feel it; how the air held the silence, and the peace filled me.

As I thought about it, it made sense.  The Willow Spring was a common stopping place for migrating Native Americans.  There was a small cave there for shelter and fresh water.  No surprise that nearby were some petroglyphs, handprints and symbols, their meaning now lost in time.  But whatever the meaning, it was clear to me that this was a place of gratitude for the water that made it possible to survive in the Mojave desert.

The second unnamed spring was the same way.  Surrounded by boulders and shaded from the heat of the sun, it provided a still oasis in the desert heat.  It was an answer to a prayer for me, since the day had grown unbearably hot.  I refreshed myself in the cold water.  A baptism of sorts, I felt renewed.  The desert is a place of marvels.  It is a harsh, pitiless place but beautiful right down to its bones.  So I added my gratitude to the energy of the spring and traveled on.

– Robin Rumi