Tantra Training: The Legendary Mama Gena

What’s it like to be a student of Mama Gena?

She is absolute Magic.

She popped into my world right after exiting a massively painful marriage.

Two years alone in the desert, and I was finding that all the training I had been educated in wasn’t touching this horrible well of blackness that lived inside me.

I was suffering from anxiety, panic attacks, and ruthless spirals of depression. Meditation wasn’t touching it. Working out, breathing, or dancing couldn’t break the spell. I was suffocating under a wet blanket of doubt and despair.

I was working harder than ever and making less. I was exhausted and seriously contemplating how I was going to survive, let alone live abundantly.

I can tell you what attracted me to Mama Gena, aka Regena Thomashauer. Her incredible smile was the first thing. Wow! You can’t fake love like that, and Mama could feel it right to her bones.

I didn’t go looking for her. It was her gorgeous smile and fantastic sensual energy that grabbed me right away. I wanted to know what that woman had. Why the hell was she so happy?

At the time, I couldn’t even afford my rent. Mama Gena was running her last tour, and this was my time to take her full-level course and certification.

Mama Gena is masterful in the one thing, the one very important thing I was missing in my life. Pleasure. I was all work and one-day play. That was proving to be disastrous.

 I knew what I desired. I just had no idea how to bring it into existence. I had done affirmations, energy work, breathing, and a healthy lifestyle. I’d become an expert in everything from fitness to spiritual growth to financial success. Yet, I could not get things to move, and I was exhausted.

My first call was the tug from the inside that was so strong, it was unavoidable. I called my investor, and he launched me forward with my full tuition paid. My life was about to start.

My first moments with Mama Gena were remarkable from day one. She shot us out of a canon ever so lovingly, exposing us to the lens shrouding our world. For the first time in my life, I could see.

Mama G is a master at asking us to inquire for ourselves.  Nothing is believable unless you experience it yourself.

For six months, I grew with a serious motive to eradicate whatever was holding me back from my happiness. I was committed, and that meant being willing to fall apart so I could rebuild.

It was true. The world had mangled and jangled our sisterhood communities and locked us into constant work with no hint of slowing down to enjoy life.

In two weeks, I was in a flash of awe. All my insecurities, all my shame, inner criticisms, fears were approved of. No one was trying to change them. We were learning how to transmute that energy from the perceived negative to manifestation through radiance.

This was ancient wisdom, and my soul knew it. I was awakening to my feminine essence that had been suppressed, and it was tumultuous.  You know you can’t sprinkle sugar on a poop cupcake. It’s still a nasty cupcake, now a sweet confection of yuck. 

Anytime I spilled my lavish affirmations all over me, I was smearing sugar over my unreleased rage and sadness. My feelings of betrayal and shame were still there with a sickly-sweet aftertaste.

The tools I used to heal came from being part of and being witnessed by a sisterhood that held the space. The power, prowess, passion, and direction were fierce and nurturing. There was nothing we couldn’t cut through. There was nothing we couldn’t clear and move into the Magick of Desire.

There was magic in this connection that is hard to describe.  It was like being held by a thousand mothers in total safety.

I ripped myself open to purge what needed to go. I wanted change. I needed it. My self-fulfilling prophecy came true.

In six months, I was unrecognizable to myself. Terrified and still feeling like not enough, I had been awakened to my strength with the love of my teachers and sisters, working a system that was nothing short of Magick.

My most incredible transformation was about to come. I had been in a whirlwind romance, deeply in love and conflicted by our constant challenges. Two days before my departure to Costa Rica to meet Mama Gena, my sisters, and my teachers, my heart was broken in two. A nasty fight led to a break-up that dropped me to my knees. He was my guy. I wanted a future with him. Talk about confusion.

To make it even better, I had never been out of the country in my life. And, to make things even more exciting, my passport was still sitting in a Virgina office, a very long way from me.

I was panicked and in Rupture. This is a term we use to describe when a woman goes through a very intense growth, and shit hits the fan. I was using the tools, connecting with my pod sisters, and moving these emotions through me.

I had been working with Mama Gena for six months and became a dynamo at flirtation, which is code for really being into someone. That being in tune and engaged deeply moved a freaking mountain in wicked timing.

I was able to get a temporary passport, get my butt on a plane to Costa Rica and arrive ready for the mother of all transformations.

The delight of arriving in such a beautiful world, only a short distance away from a warm ocean, was heaven. The stars sang and twinkled in reverse. My world looked respectfully tipped upside down. It was about time.

Seventy sisters arrived from all over the world. On my first day, we were all greeted with a celebration of dancing. I was instructed to write down my deepest desires along with all of my other sisters. Those desires would be set in stone as the catalyst and the crown. There is no doubt in my mind that they all came true.

With a lavish kimono, a spectacular dinner, and conversation under the starlight, class would begin promptly the next morning at 10 am for the next five days.

What we brought was ourselves, ready for the last pieces of the puzzle in our own self-discovery of desire and pleasure. We brought our anguish, our anger, our sadness, our suffering, our betrayal, our grace, our beauty, our talent, our wit, our passion, our souls.

I believe all things must have been in perfect timing. My heart was so tender from the breakup that I was feeling open and ready to heal. I cannot tell you all the magnificence experienced while I was there, but I can tell you this. I went to heaven; I crawled through hell and was held every step of the way.  I found sanctuary under the stars and love like I had never experienced before.

In five days, I was forever changed. I had been melted, restructured to my liking, and forged into a woman who was unshakable, unstoppable, and unforgettable. That change is palpable to everyone around me.

I began creating programs, courses, and workshops on how to love ourselves and each other deeply.  My coaching expands from the most intimate embrace to the alchemy of Sex Magick.

I live from my strength as a woman in her full power.  This has nothing to do with how hard I work.  I need to flow in surrender. And let desire and pleasure have the front seat.

 My entire being has aligned with my highest, most gorgeous, radiant self.

My satisfaction was guaranteed.  And yours will be, too.

Love,

Phaedra

Regena Thomashauer (a.k.a. “Mama Gena”) is a best-selling author, media personality, and founder and CEO of the School of Womanly Arts.

She’s on a mission to help women reclaim their power by tapping into the divine feminine and infusing their lives with the lost art of pleasure. Thomashauer’s approach stems from decades of research in the social, cultural, and economic history of women, with a distinctive style that is at once irreverent, unwavering, and affirming. In addition to leading the School of Womanly Arts, Thomashauer has authored four popular books, including New York Times Bestseller, Pussy: A Reclamation. She’s been featured widely as a leading expert in modern feminism. Join the global movement and learn more about Mama Gena at www.mamagenas.com.