Dear Jivana

Thank you for the session my husband had with you.  I benefitted as   fully as he did.  As a scientist, he has more awareness of what is  > going on in his mind than what is going on in his body.  It has impacted our ability to be intimate with each other. After his session with you he was more relaxed and grounded in his body.  It was such a treat for me to feel so much energy in his body.  I was able to be open to him in a whole new way.

 Thank you for your skill and caring,
 Anne N.

Hello Jivana,

Thank you for the very interesting session.  You are a truly unique and beautiful person.  I learned a great deal and look forward to learning more.  Your healing touch was amazing.   
You're suggestion about looking at hormonal balance as a start seems to be right on.  I've done a great deal more research since we met and will be meeting with the doctor you suggested in the very near future.  Thank you for your interest and expertise.  I look forward to our future sessions.With much affection,

Bob

this testimonial is from a beautiful and SOULFUL?young man who was conceived?as the result of a rape,?when his mom was 14, years old..

Dear Jivana
I appreciate that you remember me. It was such a great experience for me! And the session with you really opened me up for some really great things over the holiday. Because I was aware of my wounds with my family, I was in a place to put them aside when I went home to Texas. So I was able to really be there for my brothers and sister and we really connected for the first time since we were children. I was also able to be loving toward my mother . I was able again to open myself up to her offerings of love whereas in the past I was so wrapped up in my own resentments that I could never see her trying to love me. I think it helped a lot to be cared for by you. I honestly didn't expect that experience. Thank you.

Anyway do you do any weekend appointments or appointments after 5 p.m.? I was originally hoping to come by today, but it doesn't look likely. So it may be next Monday, Tuesday or Wednesday. I can either do lunchtime or if you can see me later that would be my preference.

Thanks,
RC

 


Thanks for a wonderful time.  My session with you brought new meaning to life in general.  You are truly together and you have a spirituality that makes me feel very comfortable with you.  I know that your book will be a winner and will mesmerize those who read it.  I can't wait until I make one  of my trips to Scottsdale next year so that I can meet up with you again.

Steven, President, International business

 

"Supernatural is the best way I can describe how I feel after leaving our sessions. I feel very privileged and glad that I know you. You are a truly wonderful person. There are very few people that are truly real or that one can be truly real around, and you are one of them"
Ian      (client for several years)

 

After spending a great deal of time reflecting on my radical prostate surgery, and my subsequent recovery period, I would be remiss if I did not thank you in writing to inform you of how beneficial your therapy has been for me. As you may recall, at my first appointment my apprehension, and quite candidly, my lack of confidence that any healing therapy would work for me. With your patience, your concern, your words, and your healing touch I overcame one of the most common side effects of prostate surgery.

You felt from the outset that here was a light at the end of the tunnel for me, and even I doubted how bright that light could be. My light shines bright, you have brought joy back into my life, and I once again feel whole as a man.

You will always have my heartfelt gratitude for what you have done for me. I have mentioned your work to other people that have had this surgery, and they are amazed at what you were able to do. Words cannot express how eternally grateful I am to you, but this letter is what may be a feeble attempt at telling you how blessed I was to fall under your healing touch. I hope that others will be as fortunate as I was to be a recipient of your care.

My best to you always, and may your healing touch continue to show other people the light at the end of the tunnel.

With deepest appreciation, I remain,
A. Hunt     12/20/98

 

"Smiling a contented grin at the perfectness of a universe in which I can anticipate seeing you again".

 T. R.

 

"I always leave your place feeling like I am in an altered state, and I want it to last forever"
 I. P.                         

Thank you for a wonderful session! You gave me your energy and love in a way that I have not experienced with an adult female. And, to my surprise, I responded to your healing touch much more than I anticipated. In fact, my spirit felt uplifted as I drove home! This uplift surprised me because my “Western/Hollywood/Ego/Hormone” brain told me that if I did not have an orgasm, then no uplift in spirit would be possible. But I was wrong. The simple truth is that gazing into your beautiful eyes and feeling your warm gaze and touch in return was truly wonderful and energizing.

If you were acting this afternoon, then you were an outstanding actress and you had me fooled. But if you were sincere (which I think you were), then you introduced me to a new possibility on how to “be” with a woman. I felt your love and energy and it was wonderful. Granted, this new possibility is both scary and upsetting for me because I sense that it requires me to release my ego and my all-consuming drive for orgasm. But I also sense the beauty and connectedness that is possible.

By the way, I saw a book on Amazon.com called “The Art Of Tantric Sex”. Is this the book to which you were referring? If so, then I would like to order it.

There is a lot I don’t yet understand about Tantra. I’m sure there is more to Tantra than just sexuality and touching. But I detect something meaningful here and I think I should explore it. When I do see you again, I would like to try and come to you, as you say, “from the heart”. But to be perfectly honest, I’m not exactly sure how to do this. I have not script to follow. Then again, perhaps that is the point - - “from the heart” is not supposed to have a script.

Thank you again!

P. N.

Hi,

I have just read your website and I am certain I need to make an appointment with you. I need some help, I want more than anything in this world to be able to enjoy the pleasures of sex as much as I once did. I have truly forgot what it was like to enjoy making love with someone. I haven't had the feeling of satisfaction that one gets from pleasuring his partner in a very long time. I am so unhappy that I find myself avoiding it all together and just don't even desire it any longer. I use to have a very strong sex drive and I guess now I do not really care if I do it or not because of being ashamed of my performance. I am depressed to the point I don't really care about anything at all. Reading your article made me realize that I can be happy and enjoy life and its greatest pleasures again. I am willing to do what ever it takes to feel like a whole person again. I am quite sure a lot of my wife's depression and being unhappy with life in general is caused by me not giving her the affection she wants and deserves.

CAN YOU PLEASE HELP ME OR SHOW ME HOW I CAN MAKE MYSELF FEEL COMPLETE AGAIN. Thank you very much for your time, I am sorry I bothered you with this, I just think you are the one that can help me.

Dear .......

Your heartfelt letter so perfectly and passionately speaks of the dilemma so
many people are finding themselves in these days...May I put it on my site???...without your name of course. I have come to understand what has caused this and at the very least lt can be a relief to know why this is happening ... You are not to blame...it is a cultural epidemic and lt is the cause or contributing factor to much of the 'need' for Prozac and Viagra....Healthy people can be having wonderful sex into their 90's and beyond...no reason why not...other cultures ... more natural cultures...do.

Please let me know how you feel about me using your letter on my site and I shall look forward to hearing from you.

Jivana



if I grow and I hope to grow it will from the time I spend in your company,
I have always felt like I was a 14 year old boy trying to be a grown up. I know I have only spent a short time together but I felt magic that day, I knew I had found the right place and the a very special person. I do not know where the road leads and maybe the destination is not that important I know it is right to be with you and learn from you. You are magical, you are so special, you are a Goddess

RS...Phoenix

TESTIMONIAL FOR WOMEN... by woman


Breast Cancer.... Two words that even in the smallest font loom large. Soon after diagnosis the letters are reduced to the important few, B.C. and A.C. The space between is like trying to organize a Salvadore Dali painting. The “to-do” list has “sentinel nodes” and “high-focused radiation” scribbled in the same ink as yesterdays reminder of“dog food” and “Brita filters.” The space between Before and the prayed for After is surreal in its normalcy of the inconceivable.  How can I have breast cancer and a 9:45 dentist appointment?
 
“Get the surgeon who wields the knife like the guys at Benihana. Get the one who does hundreds of these a week. Get the one who pumps ‘em out like a machine.” This is not about nice, they tell me…this is about numbers. Numbers like eight, the number of millimeters of the lump, two  - the number of nodes I will definitely lose…all  -  the number I might lose, four days twice a day, that’s the number of high-focused radiation treatments and pi is the number of times I startle myself by remembering I had forgotten to remember that I was now the “one” in the 1 out of 3 women who will get breast cancer.
 
Breast Cancer hurts…in all the ways we can imagine. There’s swelling and burning and filling and draining. There's telling and retelling of the day to day absurdities of clear plastic ID bracelets, iodine iv’s and hospital food that makes mockery of the connection between health and nutrition. The waiting rooms are an odd, dreamlike mix of camaraderie…strangers outfitted in identical green cotton gowns, comparing diagnosis and treatment in varying tones of humor and heart ripping despair.
 
Seventeen months later I understood that breast cancer also hurts in all the ways we cannot imagine. Unexpressed creativity is only one of multiple elements that contribute to an environment where cancer can evolve. B.C., I always considered myself a person of words and pictures, and yet the idea of unexpressed creativity resonated within. This last year I decided to stop writing. A writer is someone who writes. It was clearly time to apply at Wendy’s, a job that would not require me to give what I did not have - except perhaps my recommendation.
 
Sitting at a seminar a few weeks later, a woman got up to speak about her playwriting career. “After years of distraction,” she said, “I’m back at my desk.”  As she continued to share, I noticed the tears dropping into my lap. Like a hurt lover, I missed my writing and wanted it back. What the hell was the matter with me anyway? I knew what trying to hold on to something… or someone that was done, I knew what that could do…it could hurt. Bad.
 
The tears stopped spilling out over my eyes, but gathered instead as an ache around my breastbone. For weeks my throat would tighten as the tears pushed passed my heart and lodged stuck in my fear that if I started, I might not be able to stop. I needed a safe place to cry. And while there were plenty of people who would have happily held that space for me…I wasn’t drawn to anyone, and so I wrapped my grief like a band of sorrow around my breasts and trudged on. And I know that might sound dramatic, but it’s true. Breast cancer hurts in all the ways we cannot imagine.
 
Here and there I saw practioners who helped move me through the more physical aspects of the healing process - Lymph drainage, immune support, etc. And sometimes up on the massage table I’d cry some…little bursts when the therapist pressed a spot on my ankle or when the chiropractor released a knot on my left shoulder. But that was like getting a wet spot, when what I wanted was a full on orgasm. I needed a place to detox the wave of grief, that if didn’t release, would just harden into another 8mm nugget of unexpressed creativity. I wasn’t looking to be advised or analyzed, checked over or recommended. I didn’t want a bag of supplements or a new Pilates move. I just wanted to cry.
 
I guess I dreamed what happened next and then it came true. Jivana, the goddess mother, tantric priestess and gifted healer asked me what I needed. What could this teacher of ancient, sensual and divine love have to teach me? Everything, of course. And right now, I answered, I just need to cry. She invited me into the fairy castle, through the crystal and glass and into her sacred rooms. The walls were pink and luminous and safe. Glitter and fairy-dust danced in the Arizona sun. I was given a fine robe of soft fabric and laid upon the table. Music drifted softly as Jivana’s energy began to effect my body. For me, the initial touch or feel is crucial…I breathed in deeply. Would I be able to breathe out? To let go?  Wave after wave of hands on me, touching me, to heal - healing by sticking and pricking and cutting. Healing by radiation and medication. Could I breathe out that mess? Could this Divine Love hold that?
 
My first sound was completely silent. Like a dog whistle. Jivana stroked and cooed and made all the non-judgmental noises that encourage falling apart. The waves came like contractions, my water broke and after eighteen months in gestation, I was finally ready to give birth to forty years of self-expression.  As this was surely a dream, I felt quite normal placing Jivana’s hands on different places along my body. I held her hand against my throat and gave sound to the memories, first like a whisper and later like a grieving widow in a 1940’s black and white. My body hurt. My breasts ached. All the stiffness in my upper lip was giving way.
 
When I placed Jivana’s hand along the scar on my left breast a lifetime of confusion gave way to something quite pure. I had found the kind of healing I’d been dreaming of…the touch of love and connection. It’s a sacred resource for humans, something we all have, something Jivana has learned to access and share. I drink up the session, held in light until I am spent. Exhausted by the sheer act of crying out…literally crying out my pain. I sip water as the goddess energy grounds me…leading me out of this enchanted space.

Stopped at a red light several days later, I catch myself anticipating something I can’t quite remember. My heart feels weighted, and then lighter as a wisp of good feeling crosses my mind  - I remember the space. I remember the rainbows on the wall, I remember the goddess Jivana…I remember the whole dream. It’s the place to fall apart so you can begin to heal. What a gift.


Jivana~
 
Like I have said in the past, we have all built ourselves a haunted room in our lives and taken up partial occupancy.  You bring the candle light and the holy water and with your encouragement, we dare enter it with fresh eyes, the scales have fallen away, and with conviction born of your healing alchemy exorcise our personal demons and banish them from our spirit  ... prisoners no more of our warrantless fears.

Steve H.


Good Morning!


Let me first say that you are probably among a very few people on earth who get thanked for assigning reading and homework exercises!   I found one of the suggested books last evening, "The Multi Orgasmic Male"    I had good energy last night and got through the first three chapters of reading ---and some of the exercising.  All I can say is that after two hours and some very pleasurable discovery, a good nights rest and some wonderful wake-up breathing I feel unbelievably wonderful.  I did not expect this quite so soon.  It has been a morning of lots of "oh!" s.  The shower running over me, "oh"   swishing mouthwash, "oh"   reaching for the gearshift,,,"oh"  . . little wavelets of pleasure in so many places rolling around -- especially shoulders and upper chest.   I can't help but think that if every man on this planet felt the way I do this morning there could only be peace and love, there simply would be no room for hatred, non acceptance and the wars that come from it.  I realize this is amazingly heavy, but -- it seems to be an amazing morning.

God Bless you, Jivana.  

With love,
Tim
 


   Jivana,


You said the word  'priestess'  today and it rang to true to me.......a couple of weeks ago i said to my partner, 'i am a high priestess and it's time for me to rise into what i know is true'.  I realize that the radiant goddess that he was so drawn to in the beginning has been sucked dry. It's time for the sun to shine again. I miss sharing with people who speak that same language. You have been a great reminder of the divine feminine energy that is so potent.   i can remember tasting the nectar of life and I'm ready to move forward into the purity of my own strength and bliss.

I am so grateful for our time........You have been a blessing for me and if it is meant to be I would love to continue dancing with I'll make it into your living room.

How can I thank you for your time today?

Many blessings, 
Janice


"Let the beauty you love be what you do. There are a thousand ways to kneel and kiss the earth"
                                                 - Rumi