Welcome Beloved,
I’m Lydia The Liberatrix (she/her)
Priestess of the Rose. Womb Whisperer. Soul Voice Midwife. Somatic Oracle.
You’re a visionary,
A healer, a sacred disruptor with a message that could ignite revolutions.
But right now, you’re tangled in the web of your own brilliance. Your message feels too raw, too risqué, too real. You’re afraid of being misunderstood, of being canceled, of being too much.
Your marketing feels like a straitjacket. You’re trying to fit your wild, untamed essence into templates and strategies that were never designed for someone like you. You’re exhausted from trying to make your sacred work palatable.
But here’s the truth:
Your message is the medicine.
Your voice is a balm for those who are yearning for authenticity, for liberation, for the sacred feminine to rise.
You don’t need another marketing guru telling you to niche down or write better copy. You need a guide who sees you in your fullness, who can hold space for your fears and your fire, who can help you transmute your shame into power.
That’s where I come in.
I’m not here to give you a script.
I’m here to help you reclaim your voice, to own your story, to stand in your truth with unwavering confidence.
Together, we’ll unravel the knots that have kept you silent. We’ll explore the depths of your desires, the roots of your fears, the essence of your mission.
We’ll craft a message that’s not just authentic, but magnetic. A message that resonates with the souls you’re here to serve. A message that feels like home.
This isn’t about marketing. This is about embodiment. This is about liberation. This is about reclaiming your power and using it to light the way for others.
If you’re ready to stop hiding and start leading, to stop conforming and start creating, to stop silencing yourself and start singing your soul’s song, I’m here to walk that path with you.
Welcome Beloved,
I’m Lydia The Liberatrix (she/her)
Priestess of the Rose. Womb Whisperer.
Soul Voice Midwife. Somatic Oracle.
I'm here to get your creative juices flowing, to hold you and unravel you.
To pleasure Domme you into your fullest bloom, while wrapping you in the warm, unwavering arms of the Divine Mother.
To awaken the parts of you that have been silenced, censored, and shamed — and return them to the altar of your truth.
To midwife your raw, radiant, erotic expression into a world that is starving for your medicine.
My work is a living transmission of the Rose.
It lives at the intersection of safety and surrender, trauma resolution and spiritual devotion, sacred rebellion and holy remembrance.
I walk with mystics, artists, healers, and visionaries — souls who sense they came here to midwife a new world but have been bound by old stories. Together, we untangle the shame, unlock the voice, and birth the truth.
You were never too much. You were always the Rose.
Why I’m here
My path began with rupture. I lived the “perfect” life on paper — married, high-performing, externally accomplished — while quietly unraveling inside.
Disordered eating. Perfectionism. The relentless ache of not-enoughness. I abandoned myself to be desirable. Lovable. Good.
Until the day I couldn’t anymore. The masks cracked. My marriage ended.
I entered the sacred fire — stripped, grieving, trembling — and met the real me for the first time.
It was in the rubble of my former life that I heard the Magdalene call. The ancient remembrance. The vow.
I let the land lead. I walked barefoot through my own initiation. And it was in Glastonbury — the heart chakra of the Earth — that everything changed. I met my beloved. I remembered my priestesshood.
Not through ceremony — but through surrender.
Then came the plants.
First Rose, then Ayahuasca, then Acacia.
They opened the vault of memory in my bones — lifetimes in temple service, the grief of lost sisterhoods, the Earth as a breathing, wombed being.
I remembered why I came.
I remembered that my body is not a battlefield — it is a vessel of resurrection. And that my voice is not for performance — it’s for collective liberation.
And now a little
of the fun personal
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☉Libra. My desire to seek balance, beauty, and justice in all things.
☾ Scorpio. Meets a capacity for rich depth, power, and transformational kink.
↑ Taurus. Reminding you you’re here to be deliciously fed, well-fucked, and overflowingly financed, too.
HUMAN DESIGN:
1/3 Splenic Projector.
I see what you can’t yet see in yourself — and reflect it back with love, clarity, and fire. I learn by living it – and I lead by embodying it. -
Making playlists (my love language!)
Building a temple for my booty (yes I’m a gym rat)
Twerking to medicine music remixes and 90’s hip hop in the kitchen
Practicing Breathwork, yoga, or pilates
Listening to podcasts/audiobooks
Brewing a cup of rose tea or cacao
Singing medicine songs (or Taylor Swift) & playing piano
Putting my phone on do not disturb & heading out into nature
HowI serve you
My work is a devotional offering.
A sacred yes to your becoming.
I do not serve from the pedestal — I serve from the altar.
Because I’ve walked through the fire of my own unraveling, I can hold yours without flinching. Because I’ve faced the shadows in my own womb, there is nothing in you I fear.
Nothing too messy. Nothing too wild. Nothing too tender, too erotic, too undone to be welcomed here.
When we work together, you are met — fully. Held in the holy tension of softness and ferocity. Loved in your grief. Celebrated in your pleasure. Witnessed in your rage.
I bring the structure of years in trauma-informed somatic facilitation, the soul of a mystic, the voice of a siren, and the heart of a priestess in service to something far greater than just “personal development.”
This is not about fixing you. It’s about freeing you.
I am here to remind you of what your soul already knows — That you were never broken. That your truth is holy. That your voice is a spell. And your body is a portal.
Every breath we take together is a prayer. Every session, a ceremony. Every breakthrough, a ripple in the collective field.
You do not walk this path alone. I walk with you. Beside you. As you. Not to lead you to my truth, but to midwife yours.
This is how I serve. With reverence. With integrity. With fierce, unconditional love.
This is not just personal healing.
This is planetary rebirth.
I believe in a New Earth. An Earth rooted in reciprocity. Clean water. Sacred Land stewardship. Collective liberation.
Where the divine feminine is no longer hidden — but centered. Revered. Lived. Every breath we take, every voice we free, every layer we shed, is a seed in that global blooming.
Liberate with Lydia is not a brand, it’s a living temple. A sanctuary of remembrance. A sacred site for soul retrieval. A place where your body is holy. Your voice is medicine. Your story is sacred.
Come as you are. All of you is welcome here.
I specialize in holding space for early childhood and sexual trauma with tenderness and fierce love.
In my field, no part of you is too wild, too dark, or too wounded to be met with compassion.
You are not broken. You are becoming.
And I am here to walk with you — as you come home to the priestess, the creator, the leader, and the lover you truly are.
Ways to
BEGIN THE JOURNEY
LIBERATE YOUR VOICE
If you’re new to this world, start with Liberate Your Voice — a free 3-day breathwork journey to awaken the voice of your womb and reclaim your creative power through the sacred codes of the Rose.
It’s the perfect initiation into this work. Gentle, activating, and deeply divine.
KINK YOUR CALLING
If you’re ready to go deeper, explore Kink Your Calling — my signature 3-month temple for reclaiming your story, unleashing your voice, and midwifing your magnetic message in a way that sells, awakens, and liberates.
You didn’t come here to play small. You came to bloom wide open. To be seen. To be sovereign. To speak truth that ripples through timelines. Welcome home, Beloved. It’s time to Remember Why You Came.
If you want the whole story…
The one where the masks came off. The one where the altar met the ache. The one where I lost everything I thought I was — and met the Priestess I came here to be…
You’re invited to read my intimate pilgrimage of becoming. It’s raw. It’s real. It’s sacred. And it might just awaken something in you, too.
Read On My Knees: The Story Behind the Temple
