A few months back professor Leary and I ran a course, rather reluctantly i add, but we was kind of asked to by a group of North shore peoples.
For a long time we had been talking about the self help industry, the new age courses that were available were mostly crappy, safe models run by charlatans in purple suits and obligritory african jewelry, very middle class and very dumbed down versions of stupid new age philosophy. On the other hand we both independant of one another had accumulated vast experiences in the realm of quantum theory and its application to daoism and magicks, a branch of which was sexual.
There has always been a connection between Doaism and Magick it seemed that the Prof and I were two sides to the same coin, so we had designed a course called DeepSex that we ran. 8 weeks, 8 peoples, 3 hours sessions.
There is nothing like DeepSex out there. Many claim to touch tantra but they are often just perversions of what Tantra actually is, DeepSex went far beyond Tantra. However it was pitched towards a brain that could not deal with the information we gave it. Our students were unable to deal with the basics of sex, they were uncomfortable talking about it, so how could they deal with the quantum let alone the Magickal components. However it was a piolet run for us and we learnt a lot.
Don't pitch towards the monkey mind.
Make people step outta their comfort zones from the word go.
Charge more.
This morning we discussed another run DeepSex2. This has potential and is something I got excited about. More later.

Strangely the surf at Newport was terrible so i went over to Babylon and spent a few hours there. The sea is a creul mistress, harsh and unforgiving, i was amongst the big waves today, they were huge, they crushed me many times over, dumped and whumpped me, lost all sense of everything, like an extreme shiatsu massage, the threshold of pain, pleasure and speed, i was breaking all previous records out there, travelling faster that the speed of life, alone, save for a few surfers on my left and the birds above, it was a beautiful cloudless day. lots of mad wind and the relentless waves tossing me about like a tomato in a salad.

Virgina Woolfe decribed the compensation of growing old as gaining, 'the power of taking hold of experience, of turning it around slowley, in the light.'
I like that.