My search led me to Tantra at the age of eighteen. While studying Philosophy and Oriental Studies, I came across a book by the mystic Osho and left everything behind to be close to the teacher who taught me how to die, and yet remain blissfully alive, delighting in life in all its expressions.
When I arrived at the Gateless Gate, the entrance to Osho’s Ashram in Pune, I knew it had been worth leaving university and challenging the expectations of my entire family to reach that place. In the West, the idea of spiritual seeking was largely associated with the paths proposed by the Church, while anything outside of that framework was often viewed as a cult or an escape. It was a difficult time for both me and my family.
At that moment, Osho had dared to bring forth The Book of Secrets, inviting us to understand human nature and the way it moves through constant duality: man and woman, sex and death, light and darkness, stillness and movement. The Book of Secrets is a dialogue between Shiva and his consort Shakti, or Devi. Sitting together in deep loving union, in the yab-yum posture, she asks him: “Beloved, what is love?” Shiva does not answer directly. Instead, he offers her techniques through which love, death, and consciousness may be experienced directly.
And so I sat at Osho’s feet as he initiated us into the mysteries of the Vigyan Bhairav Tantra, a text containing one hundred and twelve meditation techniques designed to transcend the mind, awaken enlightenment, realise truth, move beyond the fear of death, and live in love.
I consider myself extraordinarily fortunate. To this day, I remain deeply grateful for having witnessed Osho’s courage, wisdom, and love in bringing these Tantric teachings back into the world. For a young seeker, hungry for truth as I was, it was one of the greatest blessings to discover that knowing the Divine does not require renouncing life, sexuality, or celebration. That the love between two people is sacred, and that this love can grow, expand, and permeate every dimension of life.
Among many things, Osho was labelled “the sex guru” and criticised from many directions for his honest and direct exploration of Tantra, including the aspect many prefer to deny: sexuality itself.
Alongside his teachings, I spent eight years participating in therapy and Tantra groups where the work was entirely experiential. Knowledge was integrated physically, emotionally, and mentally, all of it crowned by meditation. Gestalt therapy, bioenergetics, breathwork, Ericksonian hypnosis, NLP, Tantra, meditations from multiple mystical traditions, Jungian work, sexual therapy, and many other approaches became part of my training.
Through them, I learned how to create and hold the space I now wish to share: the complete presence of the mind in the here and now, the relaxation of the heart, and a deep trust in what is.
When Osho left his body and we accompanied him to the cremation grounds by the river, singing, laughing, and crying, I knew there was one final step still missing in my understanding. I had released tensions stored in my body. I had explored the roots of my emotional wounds and accepted their scars. I had experienced the indescribable opening of the heart. Yet something still felt incomplete. I asked for guidance to complete the journey.
A new pilgrimage began.
It led me to the feet of Guirida, a young and deeply silent teacher whose path consisted of sitting quietly for long hours and bringing attention to the heart. During this period, my energy began turning inward. My body and heart overflowed with energy, alive and still at the same time.
Through Guirida, life eventually brought me to Papaji, a teacher as steady and present as a mountain. His presence affected me so profoundly that my mind came to a complete stop. For a period I cannot remember, because time itself seemed to disappear, everything aligned.
Within me arose the direct experience of transcending duality.
The mind stopped.
And there was only Being.
Pure, indivisible Consciousness, aware of itself.
Everything and nothing.
Love itself.
No lover and no beloved.
Only Love.
Then I understood what Osho, Jesus, Saint Teresa, Buddha, Rumi, Gurdjieff, Tantra, and so many others had been pointing towards.
My cells danced as part of the universe itself, and since that moment there has been a quiet, smiling stillness within me that seems capable of surviving every storm life brings.
A year later I was ready to return to Spain, filled with truth and enthusiasm for sharing it. More than twenty years have now passed since that time, and step by step, my availability to share this path has been welcomed by many people whose longing to experience life in all its dimensions has led them to seek.
