Our societies have some real hang-ups on sex, just the mere mention of the word sends many into hiding. We become fearful, but what are we afraid of? Sexual desire is an energy that is so fiercely powerful and magnificently creative that we should all cultivate this vitality within us.
I was no different from others with my baseless ideas on what sex ought or ought not to be. We were schooled from very young, from the not playing with our sexual organs to the ‘nice girls do not do things like that’— the punishment for which is was teen pregnancy and banishment from society. And so as we grow and mature, we carry with us these instilled beliefs that have successfully suppressed our desires and messed up our relationships, negatively affecting our ability to experience and enjoy the beauty that is sex.
I harness my sexual energy when I am feeling the urge to be creative. However, other times I let it consume me to the point of orgasmic lightheadedness. Why? Because I can and because it feels good. I used to tell a former lover that sex and orgasms were the gods’ payback for us having to bear a life of earthly suffering.
What about you? When you feel that fire deep down, threatening to ignite your entire body and to take you away on an ecstatic ride with cosmic forces, what do you do?
Do you suppress or address? Do you deny or allow? Do you accept the sweet nectar of the gods and use it as ink for your pen, or paint for your brush? This energy comes up from the root chakra, the seat of both sexual and creative passion, and many artists, famous and not so famous have spoken about using their sexual energy to help them create. To me, it is as if they store it in a mason jar and then use the droplets to wet their quills and paintbrushes, so producing passionately inspired pieces of work.
I recall when this first happened to me. I had just taken up a paintbrush for the first time, encouraged by a painter friend of mine. His advice was ‘paint what is inside of you.’ I laughed at his words, what was inside of me might be highly inappropriate for the canvas.
I kept the paint set a while, too scared given that I had never painted even a dot with acrylic but eventually I mustered up the courage and decided to do something. As I dipped the brush into the tube and began laying the paint gently on the canvas, I began to feel something — the stroking of the brush, thick with paint on the empty welcoming canvas had a sexual feel to it, similar to that of a dexterous lover’s fingers trailing lazy patterns along his companion’s back. I was enthralled. I felt energy stir deep inside my lower belly, curling, and unfurling like a disturbed snake, I dropped the brush and rushed to the phone, called my painter friend, and exclaimed, “now I know why you are such a prolific painter, painting is orgasmic!”
I saw him looking quizzically at me through the phone, though he was at the same time chuckling knowingly. “ What are you talking about?” he asked. “What did you manage to paint?”
“Just some lines and circles.”
“Lines and circles…hmmmm, I see. That is exactly what brings passion together, lines and circles.”
I pretended not to get it but after I came off the phone, I filled an entire canvas with line and circles all the while experiencing one orgasmic rush after the next.
Why not give it a try? Get a paper, canvas, or piece of wood and start with lines and circles. Remove the shackles of repressive thoughts, embrace the sexual you, allow the energy buried in your lower belly to fan the flame, consume you, and so fuel you to creative greatness.