Posted on 6th Oct 2011 @ 12:27 PM

Here are a few photos of the recent White Tantric Yoga day on June 6th. 118 beautiful people attended. For more information on this international event, go to www.whitetantricyoga.com. We don't take photos of the meditation itself, just to contain the experience to the participators. Here, we are getting ready for a kriya. Feel the focused energy.

White Tantric happens under the auspices and within the field of Yogi Bhajan's subtle energy..

..held through the facilitator, Guru Kirn Kaur.

Break for delicious nourishing soup by Ariel from FREE FOOD

Stall with Yogi goodies, CDs, pictures and incense  

Pensive Break..

A great day.. Thank you to all who came, the organisers and beautiful helpers and God's grace. Sat Nam

Jan Jagmohan wrote this about his experience:

White Tantra was AMAZING, truly truly amazing. There's so much to the experience that trying to put it into words would be like making a generalized statement about a foreign nation. How to communicate something so vast? With so many aspects to it? 

Yogi Bhajan calls yoga a multi faceted diamond. It certainly is an apt description of white tantra as well.

I can only describe the experience subjectively, and subjectivity is relative, so bear that in mind. It would be false for me to colour this experience in this writing through the lens of objectivity. One can easily get a wrong impression from the old recordings of cheesy 80s music played back, the 200 or so people clad in white, the chanting in a medieval version of Punjabi, working with partners, the ecstatic laughter and crying from various attendees throughout the ceremony...
I did the white tantra with Stef, who did the teachers course with us and spent a large portion of the day staring into her eyes and she into mine while chanting and meditating. As she had sat down that morning she commented 'I'm glad to do this with a man, come let's get rid of all this drama between men and women', to which I agreed.
And staring into her eyes I saw many things. I saw the Goddess in her, and her as a manifestation of the divine feminine. I saw her seeing me as the opposite of this, a manifestation of God. And in this interplay that became, I saw, and I believe we both saw through the pain of the partners memories rising to the surface. Memories, emotional impressions that shape us and how we make our choices. 

We had both been hurt by members of the opposite sex, hell everyone has. But in this space, it was us witnessing the releasing of these memories from the perspective of a consciousness of purity, infinity and non duality. I saw pain in her face, I presume mine held similar expressions from time to time.
Our sense of time became distorted. I still don't know how long we sat like that, but it felt like a few minutes. Objectively, I know it was either half an hour or an hour. 
As we sat there, she commented afterwards, it had felt like we had been sitting like this since the beginning of time and throughout infinity. Our embodiment of the masculine and feminine energies of the universe, or of human beings, however you choose to see it.
Energetically, while we were in the process of sitting with another through this, I felt like I was diving into her, the brown pools of her eyes. It was a cold day. It felt like diving into those heated pools on that cold night outside Barrydale. Somehow her eyes warmed me as I dove, sacrificing myself in some way symbolical way I cannot explain better. I felt myself being freed, being released and giving myself freely, with my whole heart. This is not a process that left me feeling energyless or weak, quite the contrary. 

Other things passed through us. Ecstasy, bliss, sometimes even humor. There were points where it seemed like her eyes lit up as if she was touched by God on the inside. There were times when she looked hard. There were times when it seemed it could see the little girl in her, the playfulness, the vulnerability (without weakness). And as with masculine and feminine energy in our times, we seemed to play ping pong with which is which sometimes. A friendly game of patience and listening to the other. 
In our cycle of energy between another, we became something even more highly energized than before, of a greater level of consciousness. I felt like we were melting together and me, my body, was no more.
I was left with this incredible, indescribable reverence for this woman and the deepest respect for her beauty. But not this woman specifically, for the divine feminine, and the greatest potential in all women, which she had represented to me through the meditation of that day.
The following day I realized that I had never quite stared into a woman's eyes like that, never in my life. And I'm left with no sense of attachment or loss from not seeing her again or being able to continue that with this specific person. Just an immense sense of liberation, from the boundaries of what I thought was possible between men and women. A respect and awe for that magic that happens between the masculine and feminine, that energy, that lightning bolt of experience that highlights a lifetime.
And I don't know if I can ever look at women the same way again. I'm re defining my whole experience of women. Yogi Bhajan, I believe calls them the silent heroes of our race. 

With love and bliss
Jan Jagmohan Joubert