Tantric massage & tantric therapy

”The session was very nice because it felt so normal. Being able to be in the body, and not feeling ashamed because I appreciated being able to express, be seen and reflected in my sexual energy.

It was cool and nice to feel what power there is in being completely open and seen. That I could see how I often want to perform and push things forward, but then be able to rest in that.

It was nice to just follow the flow in the body and let the energy flow around, and to be allowed to moan in pain or pleasure.

I also learned the beauty of intimacy, being able to switch between feeling like a big strong man, to just leaning into being a little boy who wants closeness.

Letting go of the shame was big. Damn what power there is when you do that!

You did a fantastic job. With your presence, how you kept space to your touch.”

/Male 30

I have an appointment booked. I will receive a tantra massage. I am expectant, very expectant for the simple reason that I have no idea how exactly her tantra massage will turn out. On three other occasions I have received tantra massage and none have been the same except for the common denominator that it was a very special experience. Experiences that go beyond physical pleasure.

I am welcomed by a very feminine woman. She has prepared a bed on the floor. Candles are lit which spread a warm glow in the otherwise dark room. I take off all my clothes. She asks me to lie on my stomach. I feel comfortable and feel safe. She conveys a calm, a harmony, balance. Relaxing music streams out of the speakers at just the right volume.

She starts softly massaging my lower legs, my ankles. She applies a little more force on the soles of my feet. It feels good. A sense of well-being spreads through my body. She massages my thighs and then moves to my back. Her fingers and hands are either soft and exploratory or decidedly powerful depending on which points she chooses to massage the body parts. There is something here in the neck, she says and massages, presses, holds and twists. Yes, it’s in the neck. I feel pain, both unpleasant and more pleasant. She asks me to turn to lying on my back.

I feel that my body is relaxed, open and soft. I am in the moment, all the time here and now. I neither analyze nor value her movements, pressures and caresses. I let what happens happen when it happens. I feel, only feel, what is happening in my body, the way my body responds to her hands and body. She touches the outside of my left calf. It hurts. She massages the back of my left foot. It hurts. I tell her it hurts. She notes and massages my right calf and back of my foot. They hurt in exactly the same way. No, the right back of the foot hurts a little extra. Yes, she says, there is a heavy energy that is going out here, in both legs. She asks me to help with the breathing. I begin to inhale deeply and then exhale forcefully. I continue to exhale and inhale in powerful breaths. Something is happening in my body. I feel, and see before my closed eyes, that both my feet grow in size. They get bigger and bigger, thicker and thicker, dark, dark brown as if they were made of some dark wood. They are stiff and heavy. I ask her to pat the backs of my feet. All of a sudden something releases. The feet get smaller and smaller, they shrink. My whole self is shrinking. I feel myself being transformed into a tiny, perfectly formed girl figure. I am lying outside in a forest, on a soft bed of moss and am no longer than 20-30 cm tall. I am light, almost white in skin with long, light curly hair. I feel in my whole body that I AM this little being. I’m out here in the forest all alone. It’s sooooo real. I feel the air around me, I feel the scents. I am satisfied and at peace.

Suddenly I feel something in my body, something happens. My upper body is slowly, clearly and very slowly, turning into the fit torso of a young man. He/I may be around 25 years old, he/I has short, dark, curly hair. A clear picture to my eyes. The strange thing is that from the waist down to the toes it is the same little girl’s body as before. I tell you out loud how I look and how real everything feels. She continues massaging and now asks if she can massage my bare breasts. Absolutely, I reply. The strange thing is that I understand that she is massaging my breasts but I feel as if I were without female breasts, instead she is massaging my masculine chest. I can clearly feel her massaging my male torso. I tell her exactly everything that is happening and that it is the reality of the moment. Then something happens. My hands are starting to grow. They grow and grow. They grow as big as badgers. There I am lying in the moss out in the forest with the upper body of a male youth and with a miniature female lower body. And it feels like the most natural thing at the moment.

My body gives signals of further transformation. The lower body grows and integrates in size and age with the upper body and then ages slightly. I am a man. I recognize the feeling in the male body. I am my brother. I am absolutely sure that at this moment I am lying on the floor getting a massage and my brother’s body is in my body. It couldn’t be more real than that right then and there. She asks what we should do. I say he can stay a while. She massages, touches my body and I get a whim and ask her to push my right hip, hard, hard. She responds by pushing hard and there, in the moment, my brother leaves me and I’m back in my own body. For a very short time. The next moment I’m lying on a bunk in a large octagonal burlap tent out in the desert. The time is long ago, many, many years ago. I am a young, beautiful woman with long, wavy black hair. I lie with my skirt pulled up high with my legs in the birthing position. I’m about to give birth. Between my legs stands a woman/midwife who will help me. It’s just the two of us in the big tent. I tell out loud everything that happens. She asks if we should help. Yes, I answer. Okay, she says, then we’ll do it. Krysta. And I writhe and writhe, moan and sound. Out comes an enormously large baby boy. By comparison, he looks like an 8-month-old baby. He is so finished, satisfied, at peace, in harmony. His skin is fair, very fair, and his hair is gold. He lies so naturally in the midwife’s arms, completely silent, breathing calmly. His umbilical cord is incredibly thick, maybe 10 cm in diameter. It curls around him. I get up to a half-sitting position and look at the baby in fascination, and so does the midwife. Then she puts him on my arm and goes out. We are alone. I feel an enormous love for this special baby boy with his fair complexion that contrasts sharply with my golden brown skin. He is like a golden Buddha. In the meantime, my massage has been going on and now I am being asked if it is okay for me to receive a yoni massage. I say yes and after a while she inserts a finger. It’s like I’m the lens on the front of a camera on her finger. I look straight into my womb. She spins her finger around and I see what it looks like inside myself. Then she points the camera at my inner room, the room behind the cervix. Then I see that there is a guardian standing in front of the inner room, calm, steady, safe and in radiant love. The creature has a violet, indigo shimmer around it, contrasting beautifully with the powerful white light, like a spotlight, emanating from the inner room. I understand that I myself am the guardian. I convey the feeling that this is sacred space. Only the chosen one enters here.

I get another massage and feel a blissful gratitude for everything I got to experience. It was stated that it would be a tantra massage. For me these were some incredibly amazing experiences brought about by a most extraordinary energy worker/healer who is adept at sensing where and how to process the body in the most effective way to give the recipient exactly what they need.

This was an experience far beyond what I thought a tantra massage could give me. I was certainly massaged, in an amazing way. But my personal experiences were very special, not something I could have prepared for, thank God. They were personal messages to me which I understood in retrospect.

I am deeply touched and enormously grateful to my magical tantra masseuse, Malin Rydesjö, whom I highly recommend if you want to experience something extraordinary that is for you personally.

– Ulrika Wolftooth

”A powerful experience to let go of long-hidden darkness in a permissive room. To be held and heard. Treated with warmth and care in the most beautiful way, I dared to let go of tensions and blockages.

The massage awakened my zest for life and made my body’s energies flow freely.

Malin is magic✨”

Male 53