The energy field of whole-body ecstatic pleasure is an energy field of transformation which has unlimited capacity to create, nourish, revitalize, and transform.

We create this energy field of infinite creativity and transformation when we come together with purposeful intent in a space where we feel safe, supported, and allowed to fully express, enjoy, and allow ourselves to fully be who we are.

Collectively, the energy field we summon is one of Oneness. We can invite in the pain, suffering, and bountiful beauty of the world to be transmuted in the field of pleasure we create together.

Tuesday, Oct. 13, 2026, 6:30-9:30 PM

at a private residence in Riverdale

Sex, Death, Heaven & Earth: The Connection

I grew up in the rural American South, in a Southern Baptist community. I was deeply influenced by my grandmother, my "Mamaw," who taught me to pray, as well as to sing with all my heart.

I held my grandmother's hand the day that she transitioned to the spirit world, but more than anything, I also want you to know what else I did, earlier that day...

So a lover came over...a special kind of lover, 40 years my senior, whom I had met at my first Tantra retreat. Not only was he a Tantric priest with whom I had practiced regularly for 7 years, but also a retired Methodist minister who had grown up in the rural south, much like me. He knew her songs, he knew her way of praying...and he knew mine.

We spoke prayers for her. We sang her favorite songs, and then...we made love, summoning an energy field large enough and great enough to hold her, envelop her, surround her, nourish her, and accompany her through on her journey. I went directly from that ritual to her bedside, and the next night, while I was at her side, she crossed over...

"You are one who walks between the worlds. You know Heaven and you know Earth. You know this place because it is the same place you've visited over and over in this life, in the midst of song, dance, and orgasmic bliss.

This is the place we go when we "die," but you're one of the ones who dies over and over, and comes back to fully LIVE in this human body, to spread the message that Heaven is Real, and that Heaven is Here!"

And so here I am now, with you, telling this story...Blessed Be!

This is one of many miraculous stories I have lived to tell. I’ve been to Russia 13 times. I’ve traversed Alaska with a backpack. I’ve worked as a corporate gold-mining consultant in my early 20s. I have cared for my loved ones while they were dying. I have been the first to see to my littlest, newborn relatives when they came out of the womb. I’ve washed my mother‘s and grandmother‘s feet, and cared for thousands of men intimately and erotically. I’ve been a niche gardener, a go-go boy, and now… I’m a storyteller and a weaver of songs.

Aug. 9, 2025. Photo by Rayya Haddad

Earlier that day, before I prepared to depart my home 150 miles away to go be by my grandmother's side for the last time, I held an ecstatic ritual.

Yes, my grandmother had taught me to pray, but the true essence of prayer had settled down much more deeply into my body by this time. My grandmother had been struggling for many days, and now, she needed every single bit of magic I could summon to help her through the portal and safely to the other side.

I heard the angels singing. It was as real as real gets. Holding her hand, I was also flying with her. The angelic voices were ones I recognized, as her brothers and sisters who had sung Appalachian songs and hymns with her. I loved the place I saw her going. I loved it so much that I wanted to stay there with her, but the message came through loud and clear:

My Mamaw and Me, around 2005, on a visit home during my go-go dancing years

Crossing-Over Ritual for my Grandmother. Nov, 4, 2013. Photo by Roger Plaster

"Mile-High Ritual at 5300 feet, Western N. Carolina, to honor the 3rd anniversary of my mother's passing, Aug. 9, 2025. Photo by Rayya Haddad

The magic that I have come to know in this life on this earth now is propagated via my body, my stories, and my song.

It’s my greatest joy to share some of my stories and songs with you while we are together, and to weave those stories into magical rituals of ecstatic connection and co-creation as well.

Thank you, with all of my heart!

Brad

Song: "All I Ask of You" from Cafe Samsara, Zipolite, Oaxaca, Mexico (I added subtitles in my 2nd language for my friends in Russia.)

BRAD AMBERHEART