Mar 312017

Let me guess…you’re a giver.

You’re the practitioner who gives every single client 100%…

You’re the therapist who schedules one more session so you can help one more person…

You’re the involved parent, or the nurturing caregiver that keeps your family going strong…

You’re the compassionate healer who holds space for everyone’s growth…

You’re the driven entrepreneur who’s innovations shift perspectives…

You’re the engaged activist who fights for the whole community…

…and you’re exhausted, depleted, and perhaps even completely overwhelmed.

I know you, because I am you.  I’ve held every one of these roles at some point in my life, and I know the pitfalls and challenges that arise when you give all of yourself to your work.

During my more than 25 years in the field, I’ve seen powerhouse practitioners, compassionate councilors, and excited educators burn themselves out trying to make it all work.

That’s why I created the Urban Tantra Professional Training Program—to share valuable tools that make this work more worth doing, for everyone!

Here are 5 Reasons Why the Urban Tantra Professional Training Program is the Professional Retreat We All Need Right Now: 

1.) Mind/Body/Spirit Healing

     I’ve created a nourishing immersive experience that will gently carry your whole person through a 6-day transformative journey. Breathwork sessions to invigorate your soul, massage to ease your body, expertly facilitated intellectual discussions to tease your mind, and plenty of time for integration, journaling, and making new friends. Also worth mentioning, we have a great deal of fun, frolic, and play during this training.

     This is an experiential process, I vary learning styles and subjects daily.  We’ll have dance breaks, moments of meditation, deep discussions, sacred experiences, peaceful moments, and more than a few good belly laughs.


2.) Professional-to-Professional Love…there’s nothing quite like it.

     An amazing thing happens when you get a room full of practitioners together.  There is a mutual respect, a deep witnessing, and expert skill sharing that never ceases to amaze me.

     I created this program out of the need for this type of connection.  There isn’t another pace quite like it out there. When you step into the program, you’re met with a community of practitioners, teachers and healers.  You’re encouraged to bring your uniqueness to the circle, and we’re all better off because you did.  

     It may sound like a short amount of time, but we pack a lot of connectedness into these 6-days. You’ll walk away with lifelong relationships.


3.) Sweden at Midsummer

    The Urban Tantra Professional Training Program is taking place at my absolute favorite Swedish retreat center, Skeppsudden, during the Midsummer Holiday!

We’ll be utilizing the fertile energy of the longest days of the year to bring even more life, creativity, and depth to this generation of the program.

     In addition to the usual 6 days of advanced, experiential Urban Tantra technique and training, there will be at least one brand new ritual experience to capitalize on the supple joy and exuberance of the Midsummer Festival.  

     You’ll enjoy looooong warm days and bright sunny evenings in the quintessentially Swedish woods and on the water. It is the perfect place, at the perfect time to dig into your desire for more, to deepen your connection to your purpose and vision, to learn how to create delicious experiences for yourself and/or your clients.

Did I mention that Skeppsudden has one of Sweden’s most luscious saunas?

4.) Business Skills, Boundaries, and Best Practices

     You’re committed to your practice, your vision, your business, and I’m committed to teaching you the practical skills that will keep you loving your work.

     You may come in feeling overwhelmed, but you’ll leave with:

◦ clarity around your target market, marketing language, and your mission, so you’ll attract more of the people that you want to be working with and less of the ones you don’t;

◦ marketing knowhow to further your reach, increase your prospects, and create a whole new set of potential income streams;

◦ a new skill-set and practice around setting healthy boundaries that will keep you grounded in yourself, weed out energy vampires, and help you maintain a healthy work/life balance;

◦ easily integrated embodied practices that leave you feeling nourished, connected and energized so that you can show up more powerfully in your work and in your life.

5.) Inspiration

     The individuals that show up for this work are incredibly unique folks from all over the world. We will sit in circle for 6 magical days, sharing experiences and wisdom with hearts open. During this time, new Ideas take shape and perspectives begin to shift.

     You’ll get to explore your edges. I’ll encourage you to try something new, to take that risk, to ask that question, to peruse that taboo.  My hope and deepest desire is that this exploration ignites your passion and creativity.

     There is no “right way” to use this work. Yes of course there are standards and ethics, but I encourage you to season what you learn at the Urban Tantra Professional Training Program with your own flavor.  Evolve it, explore it’s power, and use it to create more ecstasy!

am a giver, I’m enthusiastically engaged with my community, and I care about every single person who finds their way to my work. 

So if you’re ready to join me for 6-days of sacred soul journeying, community connection, and nourishing inspiration, email Scholarship opportunities are available.

The Urban Tantra Professional Training Program
20-25 June 2017
Norrköping, Sweden

Yours in ecstasy, 


 Posted by on March 31, 2017  Events  Comments Off on 5 Reasons Why the Urban Tantra Professional Training Program is the Professional Retreat We All Need Right Now
Jan 052017

2017 is happening… like it or not. For the first time I can remember I have received more New Year’s messages expressing helplessness and hopelessness than hopefulness and anticipation. Wow.  

Welcome to the land of Endarkenment. A couple of years ago I began exploring the nature of endarkenment. Embracing endarkenment means accepting that necessary transformation will happen through radical disruption if we haven’t been able to find it through the more peaceful process of Enlightenment. Remember, enlightenment and endarkenment are not goals—they are processes… paths. Transformation is the outcome of both. Sometimes it takes the collective head-bashing of a period of endarkenment to get us to the transformation our higher selves want and deserve.

The practice of Tantra has taught me that love is always a disturbing presence. Love and Endarkenment are perfectly compatible—they have a wonderful relationship. Now, in these times, it’s up to us to find that same relationship within ourselves. How much self-love and world-love can we bring to our periods of endarkenment?

How are you going to embrace, embody and express Love this year?

That’s a question I’ll be asking and answering—in my writing, my online events and my in-person workshops. The answer to this question will only come with the participation of all of us in the international Urban Tantra community. Please join us.

Below is my schedule for the next few months. I’ll be teaching on 3 continents, bringing collaboration, inclusion, accessibility, and gratitude to each of these events. Join me for magic, healing, connection, playfulness, and transformation.

10 – 12 February 2017
Interfusion Festival
Alexandria, VA
     I’ll be offering two workshops (Breath and Energygasms and Tantric Power Exchange) at the Interfusion Festival—a 3 Day Celebration of the Human Spirit.  Interfusion is largest Art Fusion Festival on the East Coast.
     Find out more here.


18 February 2017
Urban Tantra: Sacred Sex for the 21st Century
New York Open Center, NYC
     My most popular workshop is back! Join me for a full day of Urban Tantra practices, tips, and techniques during this one-day intensive. Perfect for Tantra newcomers, and a nourishing refresher for those with an established practice—this workshop has something for everyone!
     Join me to develop deep, heart-centered connections (with a partner or within ourselves), and explore the bliss that comes when our spiritual and sexual paths are one.
     Note: This workshop is for both couples, singles, and alternative relationship structures. It does not include nudity or explicit sexual touch. All genders and sexual preferences welcome.
      Find out more here.


28 – 30 April 2017
Urban Tantra Experience: Breath, Sensation and Power
Sydney, Australia
     The Urban Tantra Experience is an intensive weekend for spiritual seekers and erotic explorers who know that there is “something more” to sex and spirit than they have experienced and who long for the space, time, and permission to find it. The Urban Tantra Experience will take you on a journey into your own unique sexual and spiritual fulfillment.
     During this ecstatic weekend event you’ll learn:

  • the orgasmic and metaphysical possibilities of your breath;
  • the secrets for giving and receiving many different types of conscious touch—from the sensual to the erotic;
  • how conscious breath and energy work can transform all types of touch into a deeply intimate ecstatic encounter;
  • how adding intense sensation and power dynamics can produce altered states of consciousness and reveal new layers of passion and possibilities in all your erotic encounters.

     This workshop is for couples, singles, and other relationship configurations. All genders and sexual preferences are welcome. For partner practices, singles will be partnered, with consent. To be assured of working with the partner of your choice, come with a friend.
     Find out more and register here. 

9 – 14 May 2017
Urban Tantra® Professional Training Program
Sydney, Australia
     Urban Tantra® is a radically updated conscious sexuality/sacred sex practice for modern sexual and spiritual explorers. This intensive workshop is designed especially for—but is not limited to—people who work with sex and sexuality. The Urban Tantra® Professional Training Program will give you the skills to take your practice to the next level—both personally and professionally. Whether you are a tantrika, a pro domme, a daka/dakini, a sex therapist, a sex educator, a companion, or anyone else who uses or wants to use a more conscious approach to sexuality in your practice, this program is for you. Urban Tantra modernizes, revels in, teases, and plays with traditional Tantra, all while honoring Tantra’s rich spiritual tradition of connection. As a professional, you want to teach what is closest to your heart, while also maintaining a successful business. You’ll learn how easily accessible language and simple techniques can help you share your powerful message in today’s, fast-paced, goal-oriented, pleasure-starved world. Barbara will help you create the ultimate path of pleasure for your clients/students, allowing them to access their most divine selves. You’ll be able to offer your clients/students immediate results and the promise of more bliss to come. With Urban Tantra, the world is your client.
     Find out more here.


20 – 25 June 2017
Urban Tantra® Professional Training Program – Special Midsummer’s Event
Norrköping, Sweden
     Join me, and my brilliant international team, for an Urban Tantra Professional Training Program like no other! I’ll be hosting my transformational training program at the Skeppsudden Retreat Center in Norrköping, Sweden on Summer Solstice. We’ll be utilizing in the fertile energy of midsummer to bring more life, creativity, and depth to this generation of the program.
     In addition to the usual 6 days of advanced, experiential Urban Tantra technique and training, we’ll have a brand new ritual experience to capitalize on the supple joy and exuberance of Midsummer.  The bounty of the Swedish landscape will be yours to play in for evening excursions and delectable downtime during this residential experience. This is my absolutely favorite venue in Sweden.
     It is the perfect place, at the perfect time to dig into your desire for more, to deepen your connection to your purpose and vision, to learn how to create delicious experiences for yourself and/or your clients.
     Are you intrigued?
     This is my only European training program in 2017. So don’t miss this once in a lifetime opportunity to journey with me in the land of the midnight sun on the longest day of the year!
     Find out more about the program here. 

I hope to see you in 2017.

 Posted by on January 5, 2017  Events  Comments Off on Love and Endarkenment: My Thoughts on Entering 2017
Dec 012016
Today is World AIDS Day. Today we remember (as if we could forget) all those we lost in the worst epidemic of our lifetimes. But today is also a day to salute the survivors. People who held their lovers and brothers as they died, all the while living with the constant knowing that they would likely be next. People who miraculously survived the plague, only to live with the inexpressible guilt of having escaped alive.
The AIDS epidemic forged all of us who survived it into better, stronger, more powerful people than we were before. We survived to remind the world of the lessons of love learned in midst of inescapable death and grief. We pay the love forward.
Please take a few minutes today and read the most eloquent remembering of those brave dark days by one of our most beloved survivors, Patrick Mulcahey.

The Handsomest Man in New York

By Patrick Mulcahey

Richard was the handsomest man in New York. Anyone who knew him would tell you the same thing. The few snapshots I have of him aren’t compelling evidence. He had the kind of beauty an amateur’s camera can’t capture. And he was already sick when they were taken, although nobody knew, not even Richard.

We were both writers, had both gone to the same college, were both thirty and fearless and original and poised to do something great in the world, we thought. Like everyone else, I had a big crush on Richard. To know him was to want things with him: private jokes, correspondence, leather vests, lumberjack shirts that would never look as good on you. But Richard was impressively taken. He lived in a Soho loft with a tall millionaire, striking, older, masculine, distant — a figure of fantasy very much in keeping with Richard’s improbable personal gifts. I rarely saw the boyfriend. He didn’t have a job, he had investments and a place on Fire Island. Evenings he was always going somewhere in a tuxedo or leather while Richard and I went off to William Burroughs readings.

The summer before I moved to San Francisco, Richard became distant, edgy. Work wasn’t going well, he said. And some people can’t deal with separation, so they separate from it, I said. Asshole, said Richard, hugging me good-bye.

A letter came just after I’d found a job and a studio apartment in the Mission. He’d waited till I was gone to tell me he had — well, whatever he called it, it wasn’t “AIDS.” The acronym was so new it felt fake and forced and silly, like when the kid next-door says to call her Esmeralda. What he had was KS, the gay cancer. Half of the people diagnosed with it had already died.

I called right away, annoying Richard. Was I just going to panic like everyone else? He’d had a respiratory tract problem but antibiotics cleared it up. One little spot in his mouth wasn’t going to hurt him. He was fine, he repeated before we hung up. He didn’t sound any different. One little spot in his mouth. Maybe he would be one of the other half.

I called every week and started getting the answering machine and no call back. But then distance notoriously unravels the friendships of men, which so depend on hockey games or camping trips or sex parties, where you focus on something that is not each other. Women know how to have phone friendships. Men need a reason to call, a topic.

One day my phone rang, someone named Paul, a voice I didn’t know, formal and strained. He was returning my calls to Richard ______, did he have the right person? I ran a quick mental scan: Paul… tall, rich, Fire Island, ah yes, the lover/daddy. Was everything all right? No, Richard wasn’t well. It’s hard to get bad news from a stranger; you don’t know what you can ask. Was he in the hospital? Not anymore. Could he come to the phone? No. And if I wanted to see him, I’d better come now, Paul said.

Richard spoke his last sentence the first day I was there. I could see something had changed — I don’t mean what the disease had done to him. Yes, physically he was unrecognizable. But in his eyes, beneath all that, there he was: the old Richard, the loving, unguarded man he’d been a year ago. The worry and the tension, the hiding, were gone. He was enjoying his life again. Somehow his Paul had done that for him.


• By bringing him home. Moonsuits, meals left outside the door, nurses refusing to touch much less bathe him — a hospital was the worst place to be in those days. What could they do for you anyway? So I stayed on, not really competent at anything that might help but unwilling to leave Paul alone with this catastrophe erupting in his life and living room.

• By being Richard’s family. When Richard told his parents what he had and that he was gay, a double coming-out common enough then, they moved to Miami. His sister came to visit twice, but would come no further than the door. We would rotate the sofa so Richard could see her and smile in her direction. She stood in tears by the door calling inanities like “How are you feeling?” across the room, which Richard couldn’t answer anyway. Her love for him was overmatched by her fear of him.

• By being unafraid — which may sound unremarkable now, but ran counter to every instinct, was almost insane. There was no HIV yet, no test, no idea how anyone got AIDS, only the horrific twin deductions any logical child could come to: that it was, A, contagious, and B, fatal. For the first two days I washed my hands whenever I touched Richard or anything he touched. Paul offered no judgment; he offered gloves. Meanwhile he held Richard, kissed Richard, slept in the same bed with him, and by the third day had shamed the fear out of me. Loved it out of me, really.

One night I talked Paul into getting out. He needed a break, and Richard would be fine with me. He wouldn’t go till he’d given Richard his bedtime pills. It was late by then, but this was the city that never sleeps. There’s always the Mineshaft, Paul said, as he left with his big black toybag. Richard nodded off, and so did I, over my book.

I woke up to a low ghastly rattle that rolled through the loft like fugitive hooves. Richard lay staring and rigid, shaking violently head to toe. The awful clacking and shuddering from the bed where he lay made the blood knot up in my veins. I saw something in him that hadn’t been there before — terror — and I realized all this had only seemed possible, his dying I mean, because he had made it so easy, by keeping his own dread at bay for our sakes. Death is fearsome; you can think yourself into a cold sweat contemplating your own; but no sight in this world is so terrifying as the face of a creature Death has in its jaws. Richard protected us from that for as long as he could, and now that he’d shown me that face I wanted to bail and run.

I dialed all the numbers Paul had left me. I don’t think I found him, he just came home, called maybe by something else. He stood and watched Richard a moment, taking off his coat. I saw Richard’s eyes turn on him, just his eyes; those were all that were still in his power to move. It was winter and a long wind screamed down Broome Street, licking the tall windows like there was something inside it wanted.

Paul said nothing to me but climbed up on top of the covers, straddling Richard with his knees till their faces were level and he could look into his eyes. “It’s my fault,” Paul said, in a clear strong voice. “You’re all right. I gave you two white pills instead of one because I was going out. This will go away. It’s my fault. Don’t be afraid.”

How did he know to say that? How did he know it was true? I could see Richard believed him. His jaw relaxed and his hands unclenched and that horrible look ebbed away. An hour or so and his quaking stopped. Paul said Richard was hungry and thirsty so we spooned some water and jello between his lips. If Paul had told me to eat glass or go join a monastery, I would have, that night. I had seen him come home from the Mineshaft and a god enter into him and speak with his voice.

February has the fewest days but is the longest month of a New York winter. The heat went out in the building one night and stuttered on and off unpredictably.

Richard’s last night came soon. People died quickly then. Horrifically, and you didn’t have time to catch your breath. But it might’ve been easier on them than what we did to keep them around five, ten, fifteen years later.

I was awakened in the dead of night, abruptly, by I didn’t know what. An awareness, not that something was wrong, but a sense something was fixed, corrected, was working again. Maybe the furnace had kicked back on.

Then I knew what had changed. Richard’s breathing, grown so labored that it clattered like hail on the roof, had stopped. The bedroom had no door. I went in. Paul sat in bed beside him, wakened like me not by a noise but an absence.

He called the doctor and got an answering service. He called Richard’s sister. We didn’t decide it, we just both had the instinct that Richard needed to be washed, so we bathed and dressed him. I don’t think you’re supposed to do that for thirty-year-old corpses. The coroner’s men who came in the morning said nothing about it, if that’s who they were. Later I learned Richard’s parents had the body transported for a funeral Paul wasn’t told about. But Richard’s teary sister told him and he was allowed to stand quietly in the back of the church.

We changed the sheets and remade the bed, but it was still the bed Richard died in. I went for a walk so I could cry, big heaving sobs I hadn’t dared to release before. Nobody minds if you sob on the street in New York. People look like they’re deciding whether to sob themselves or hold off till another day.

I brought food back and we ate in silence. The dog wanted to know if we could spare some attention for him now. I made up my cot. I didn’t know where Paul would want to sleep. In that bed? “Can you sleep with me?” he said. I wondered if it was wrong. I agonized a long moment. But grief can be like an arranged marriage. We were rough with each other. Safety was our last consideration. Then we kissed and slept like dead men.

How could I go back to my silly soap-opera-writing life? I composed an understated little notice for Paul to send to Richard’s friends. He admired it and was thankful and we both got choked up. He gave me some names and phone numbers, good people he knew in San Francisco who would show me around the city. I called the first name on the list and he took me to Hamburger Mary’s, which I’d never heard of. It took a year, might’ve been two, before I moved in with him. We were together for twenty years.

In short, I came back to a much larger, clearer life than the one I had left. Leather had changed, along with its place in my life. For me, the bar vests, the chaps, the contests, the hanky codes and dress codes and time-honored prohibitions were like antique remnants of another life. There were only two sexual identities now: alive and not. My way of being a leatherman for almost the next ten years was to be an AIDS activist, and an intermittent five-hour demon with dick and rope.

Paul never went back to his dashing millionaire’s life either. Bad things happened; loss likes to follow loss. Bad investments, false friends. Cocaine. Bankruptcy. The beautiful loft was sold to pay off debts. I can’t remember where I was or whether it was a call or a letter that came telling me Paul was moving west. He’d decided to go back to school. He was going to be a nurse.

His friends were dumbfounded, incredulous. Rich, useless, tennis-playing Paul — a nurse? I might have been the only one who knew his calling had found him long before, and he was just deciding to answer it. Paul has had a distinguished career in nursing. He’s still at it today, just the other side of the Golden Gate Bridge.

What changed Paul and me changed us all. AIDS is an immune disease: your body forgets to protect you from things it used to keep out. We were all a little bit that way, those of us not crippled by fear. The walls came down and anybody’s life was our business — man, woman, trans, black, brown, white. We marched with little old ladies, professors, sorrowing mothers from the projects. We smuggled drugs in from Mexico and Japan. None of them worked and we knew they might not, but we also knew that doing something was better than doing nothing. Everything that didn’t work brought us closer to the day when something would work for somebody, somewhere.

Daily you hear the bitter complaints of people terrified of sex because of AIDS, HIV, sundry other diseases. What I’m trying to tell you is that for some of us, it worked the other way. Because of AIDS we became unafraid of sex, of each other, of dying. There was no hiding and no defense from the things you thought you could never do: you had to do them anyway. It made a serious people of us.

Paul gave me one of Richard’s sweaters to keep. It never fit me the way it fit Richard. It was a magic thing when he wore it. I kept it many years, then finally donated it to a program for homeless youth in the Castro where I was volunteering. I saw it twice on the street after that — it had to be the same one, so unstylish and plain and old-fashioned — on a crazy young meth addict trying to get his act together.

Paying it forward can mean a sweater, a hand in need, an alliance, a story. We can take better care of each other than we do. We did it before. All it takes is believing your life is my business and mine is yours, and that we belong to each other beneath our names.

Patrick Mulcahey
April 3, 2014

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Dec 152014

In the past three weeks I have been involved in numerous private and public conversations about racism within the sex education field. When I founded Urban Tantra® seventeen years ago, it was with the intention of creating a Tantra/conscious sexuality practice and community that is inclusive of all genders, sexual preferences, spiritualities—and races. For the most part, I have succeeded. But I can do better, especially around the inclusion of more people of color.

I have been contemplating writing a formal piece about this, but my German colleague, Lady Emma Steel, beat me to it. Here is a letter she has written on behalf of the worldwide Urban Tantra® Community to the Women of Color Sexual Health Network and it’s allies. I wholeheartedly echo her sentiments.


This is a letter of gratitude and solidarity to the Women of Color Sexual Health Network concerning the conversations around the book “Secrets of the Sex Masters” and the fact that only white sex educators are represented in it.

We, some white people in the Urban Tantra® Community—people who have taken Barbara Carrellas’ Urban Tantra Professional Training Program—in Europe, the United Kingdom, Australia, and the United States, carefully read the statement on your web site and the blog “When the Professional Is Personal: Calling Out the Whitewashing of the Sexuality Field” by Aida Manduley.

Thank you so much.

Thank you for your criticism.

Thank you for finding such clear words for complex issues.

Thank you for acting so transparently.

Thank you for your incredible patience.

There must have been a lot of hard conversations, and hours and hours of writing and discussing. Thank you.

White sex educators, healers, curators, book editors, sex workers need to hear your criticism. And there is no way we can simply stop at “let’s shut up and listen and learn.”

It is crucial we examine our events, trainings, parties, workshops, festivals, our work places and ask “What is missing?” as Allison Moon said in her blog post: “Race and Curation in Sex Ed”.

And it is crucial we move over and not only invite POC colleagues and experts to teach at those events, but to give up or to share the positions of power, of decision making, of leadership within these events.

The knowledge and the “mastery” of people who are on the profit side of white supremacist society is limited. Not only do white sex educators have to acknowledge the limits of what we know and can offer, it is also a basic ethical imperative not to let the structures that we build and inhabit and celebrate simply be part of “the white supremacy that is so deeply ingrained in the system“ as you so accurately put it.

Where there is hope is that next time something like “Secrets of the Sex Masters” happens there are some white folks of  sex ed communities who will do a major part of the workload of calling people out in a respectful way for what went wrong—just as you did this time.

We totally agree that in order to get that happening (active steps by white people towards ending white supremacy in our scenes) a lot more needs to be done than writing letters like this or liking something on Facebook. We are grateful for your suggestions on how to do this and want to say “thank you and we are in solidarity.”


A note from Barbara: In the interests of full disclosure, we want to acknowledge that two members of our Urban Tantra® community were contributors to the book which started this discussion. They have made statements of their own acknowledging their responsibility and desire to act with heightened awareness in the future.

Dec 072014

Copenhagen, Denmark: 5 – 10 May 2015

Melbourne, Australia: 15 – 20 September 2015

London, U.K.: 20 – 25 October 2015

We are excited about many new developments on the organizing side of things this year.

#1 Global coordinator (and coordinator of the last Sydney training,) Hayley Caspers, is moving back to London! I am excited to have her many flight hours closer and look forward to having her be able to fully participate in the next program rather than organize it. She remains global coordinator and will be working closely with all the local presenters.

#2 The new Australian coordinator is now the delightful Tara Phillips in Melbourne. Tara is a graduate of the 2014 UTPTP in Sydney and I am thrilled she is now a team leader. Welcome, Tara!

#3 A big change in London: Rebecca Lowrie is passing the job of U.K. co-ordinator on to Amanda Gay-Love. Rebecca is delightfully busy with the School of Erotic Mysteries and we are thrilled beyond measure at her success. Huge great gobs of gratitude for all you have done for me, the participants and the program, Rebecca—I love you! And welcome, Amanda Gay Love!

#4 We have new coordinators for the new European program. My dear friends and colleagues, Carl Johan Rehbinder and Jennie Rehbinder
will be organizing the next training in May in Copenhagen. We’ll be at C.H.A.I., (Copenhagen Heart Awakening Institute of Somatic Education & Conscious Sexuality) founded by UTPTP graduates Diana Diakova D’Light and Martin Heese . I am so excited that the UTPTP will now have an ongoing European presence.

If you know of anyone who would benefit from the program, please do let them know.

As always, that you for being a part of this magnificent, world-altering community. I love you.

 Posted by on December 7, 2014  Events  Comments Off on Dates Announced for 2015 Urban Tantra Professional Training Program