It’s said that the traditional tantric initiation for men is to see the oldest and ugliest woman in the village as The Goddess Incarnate and to make love with this Divine Consort with total devotion, presence, and passion. In today’s Western tantric village she could very likely be me as I am often the oldest woman at conferences and festivals around the world. These aspiring Shiva’s have a relatively easy initiation in store, as I am a Yogini with velvety soft skin and all of my teeth, yet few have risked this dangerous action, at least until recently. Perhaps, they simply haven’t noticed that while any ordinary guy can get infatuated with a young maiden, it takes a brave and conscious man to get intimate with a crone. In order to do so he must confront his fear of death, not to mention reaching into his depths for the authenticity and integrity to get past her well-honed BS detector. It’s no wonder that many men choose to forgo the initiation and go for the low hanging fruit.
We crones have not had very good press for quite some time. Neolithic goddess sculptures went out of fashion thousands of years ago. The media does not often sing our praises – and to take personal responsibility for this sorry state of affairs – neither do we. From a secular perspective, it’s our own attitudes toward our erotic capital that need an upgrade.