Eros as a vehicle, not just an appetite.
Most of the charge that runs through you leaks straight back out and is gone.
Sexual energy is the rawest power a body makes, and almost everyone spends a lifetime spilling it. Sex shamanism starts from a different premise. The same current that reaches for another body can be gathered, contained, aimed, and ridden into states most people only meet by accident. The body becomes the vehicle and eros becomes the fuel. We work it the whole way down and the whole way up, from the skin to the subtle.
This is old, and it is not ours. The Bwiti dance the whole night to cross between the worlds, and the Shaivas hold that the universe itself is held in being by a pulse. The Bwiti map the inner harp, the strings of the body that the medicine sets ringing until the M'boumba rises, the same fire the yogis call kundalini, climbing toward the three fruits, the sex, the heart, the head. Arousal sustained and refused its usual quick exit becomes an altered state with a door in it. We are tending a very old technology, with care, and with consent as the ground it stands on.
Power gathered is still power, and it answers to the character of whoever is holding it. This work asks for an honest relationship to consent, to your own shadow, and to the line between service and appetite. We teach it inside that frame on purpose. Gathered eros in unclean hands is how a lot of harm has been done under spiritual names. We would rather name that plainly than pretend the danger is not part of the power.