Prologue: PART 3
I’m Burning my Biz Identity to the Ground
Bye-Bye, Breathwork Facilitator
Hello…
So here I was ceremony love,
After months of inner resistance to, “FUCK, I’m the one I’ve been waiting for….”
I found myself face-to-face with the undeniable truth…
I’m not WET for “Liberate with Lydia: Somatic Breathwork & Trauma Resolution for the Modern Mystic” anymore.
There was no more ignoring that my clinging to my carefully crafted professional identity was exactly why I was stuck in a cycle of creative freeze.
This was why it felt so heavy to post on Instagram.
This was why people have been asking me, “Are you still doing breathwork? What do you actually do for work, anyway?”
This was why I had inflammation and polyps on my cervix last month.
The answer was staring back at me all along.
It’s time to let it go.
And in this realization, I remembered that I’d done all this before.
We all have.
This is how the feminine force
that lives within all of us,
regardless of gender, creates.
Like the Rose,
she is born,
rises, blooms,
sheds her petals,
rots, and begins again.
There was Lydia, the Opera Singer
Lydia, the Voice Teacher
Lydia, the Breathwork Facilitator
Lydia, the Somatic Trauma Resolution Specialist
Each iteration required a sacrificial offering to cross the threshold.
The death of the old in order to make space for the new.
And NOT ONCE did I ever actually die.
In fact every rebirth cycle brought
More alignment
More purpose
More pleasure
More clients
More money
More love
More fulfillment
And the remembrance of this intuitive knowing that after the death comes MORE LIFE woke something deliciously erotic and primal within me.
It felt the way I do when I’m on the edge of being fucked open to meet GOD
in a cervical orgasm — ALIVE.
And in that moment of erotic aliveness — in the revelry of the sweet kiss of orgasmic death, he came to me.
I felt the presence of God as I so often do, not as a father, but as my divine lover.
My Divine Pleasure Dom Daddy.
He lifted my chin off the floor, looked dead into my eyes, and said….
“Lydia, baby girl — you know exactly WTF you came here for.
Tell me why your healing clients pay you.
What service are you really providing here?
You know damn well it’s not breathwork.
Or healing their trauma.
Or even getting certified to do what you do.
Say it out loud.
Tell me.
It’s not too much.
All of you is welcome here.”
Surrendered to the steadiness of his holding,
I melted into a puddle of raw, authentic erotic aliveness, met his gaze and said…
“I came here to BLOOM.
I came here to liberate erotic expression.
To help humanity HEAL our relationship with creation.
To use our power to create, not destroy this Earth.”
And as the words poured out, it ignited a holy, erotic rebirth that brought me to my knees and liberated the codes for a creative renaissance like I’ve never experienced before.
My womb, my heart, my voice, ALL my chakras aligned, and
I become CREATION itself.
And from the depths of my deepest womb of knowing,
I wrote…
“This is the whole
point of healing."
To create Heaven on Earth."
We aren’t just doing breathwork to feel our feelings to some vibing music on Zoom.
We are healing to Break FREE from all that’s keeping us bound in cycles of suffering and live a pleasurable, prosperous, and purposeful life.
We heal to create our version of heaven on earth on our own terms.
To harness our creative life force energy and leave this world better than we found it.
If you’re still here reading this,
it’s not just because you’re thinking,
“damn, who TF does this bitch think she is?”
It’s because there’s a part of you that
deep down desires this, too.
WE ALL DO.
And we all, no matter what we’ve been through, DESERVE IT.
And that’s exactly what I’m here to help you do.
But not hiding behind the identity of a breathwork healer, teacher, and somatic trauma resolution guide.
Just reading that now makes me yawn. Because that’s not my leading edge.
That’s not what actually gets my clients the most results in their lives and business.
I am a multidimensional midwife of creative rebirth.
I can hold the fullness of your authentic erotic expression with the gentle, but firm containment of a pleasure Domme.
The unconditional love and compassion of the Divine Mother.
And the oracular foresight of a Provocative Priestess Oracle who sees your soul’s gifts and says…
Let’s turn your soul’s ache into art
your pleasure into creative power
and your story into a movement that awakens, liberates — and sells.
THIS is why people come into my space and stick around for years…
To do the healing work of death and rebirth, so together we can midwife their most magnetic, alive, and turned-on SELF.
The version of them who is a living, breathing embodiment of their magnetic message.
To tap into their “DAMN, who is this bitch” FREQUENCY, and build their own version of a heaven on Earth life and business.
THIS right here, this is my Genius Witch Magick.
This is the special elixir
that no one else can do quite like me.
This is the TRIFECTA of erotic soul-calling glory…
What I get off on - It’s easy, regenerative, and delicious to my spirit.
What my clients get off on – to be the successful Creatrix’s they were born to be
What the world gets off on - to use our power for creation not destruction
THIS is the work
my future
Milk & Money Mama Self can 111% show up for
with a baby on her tit.
So as I release leading with my breathwork identity in the Belfire flames, I’m remembering this…
No matter what I call myself, I'm remembering that these are the soul gifts that come with me everywhere I go:
The one who’s helped 3,000+ humans heal trauma through breath, voice, and somatic liberation
The one who prioritizes safety and inclusivity in community spaces through consent, intersovereignty, and belonging
The one who walks with confidence and humility, who listens, who owns when she doesn’t have the answer
The one who will go into the shadow cave with you — and never, ever leave you there
The one who has built a six-figure soul-led business and knows how to turn words into portals and followers into family
So the million-dollar question remains — what will I be calling myself now?
Lemme tell ya as soon as I landed on the, “OH FUCK, THIS IS IT” name I cackled, cried, and came.
Because, like most soul callings, it’s the one we run away from the most, where our greatest gifts lie.
The thing that both terrifies and turns us ALL the way on.
Tomorrow I’m coming all the way outta the closet…
Phoenix rising from the ashes Style.
Are you ready for it?
Stay close.