Melissa Maya

23/04/2026

this is my most intimate rebellion;
in a world that wants me in a constant state of grasping
I reach right in to the center
and I remember…
this ungovernable feminine erotic authority
which acts on all things
without doing a single thing
as I choose to move at the pace of Love
I melt in to the power that lives right here
in the middle of of everything

She
simply waits for me
and I can’t not come.

EROTIC AUTHORITY | the way of the cervix.
join us on Monday for a live masterclass
in to the path of effortless power.

🍷5th-15th MAY | 11 days of cervix church.
doos open soon.

X MM.

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22/04/2026

💌tender words of the venus milk community.

it feels aligned to share words from the women inside of this space~because the level of depth, coherence and intimacy that is unfolding inside of this membership is entirely dictated by the calibre of women inside of the space.

Speaking honestly, I’ve always had folks asking me to start one of these memberships but I’ve never been a full yes to it.
I’ve spent years in resistance of creating a membership- on the fear that nobody would join, it wouldn’t make a generative income, etc etc etc. all of the mindf**ks that usually come with what it means to have a devotion-oriented business.

this membership has been open for only three months and there are already over 50 women inside- showing up consistently with a tone of matriarchal, radical love that i have rarely been exposed to.
it is my absolute favourite place to be with my clients right now and i want to just take a moment to express my delight.
I’m really proud of what we’re cultivating together in this space - a space I get to call ‘mine’.
I pinch myself that this gets to totally be my job - celebrating and encouraging iconic women who I can’t not admire.

we have post-menopausal women claiming parts of themselves they’d never thought they’d wait until their 50s to find,
pregnant women giving eachother radicals rooted advice,
body based poetry blooming out of so many women on a regular basis,
seriously devotional women getting right with how to be Love in a post-patriarchal, post-codependency relationship landscape.
we are a mish-mash of artists, mothers, whxres, space-holders and muses of all kinds and all backgrounds gathering around the fire of this shared path.
a path of being the call & the response to Love.

if you know what’s for you, is a crew of wild women artists falling in to Love with life
you might just want to join
🥛the Venus milk membership.

—prices starting at £55 p/month
🔐upon enrolment you instantly unlock access to the last three months of cervix church & masterclass recordings
to be devoured at your leisure

X MM

21/04/2026

in six weeks the muses commune in Berlin⚡️
— a weekend of melting & in- interrupting Her;
an exquisite, radical playground for women.

this is the space I crave myself & look forward to once a year — an immersive playground for female leaders, muses & mothers.

🥛VENUS MILK IRL.
expect: archetypal erotic embodiment | cervix church ft. live soundscapes | radical council & embodied intimacy practices.

trust your mouth, melt your body & open your heart
in a room full of un-interrupted women.

5th-7th June | Berlin.
- €444 / payment plans available.
9 seats left.

includes:- 2.5 days of workshop
+ integrative sauna+supper club
Live soundscape
Lunch & Snacks provided
a private garden & atelier to unfold inside of.

🔗seats limited
wildlydevotional.com/berlin
🩸9 seats left.

13/04/2026

Sometimes I wonder if I rendered myself undateable; too snapped out of the illusion to pretend any of this is normal anymore.
I watch another middle-aged woman undress infront of me as she tells me I’m the first person to see her naked in twenty years.
I wake up most mornings wondering if another nuclear war will erupt on my doorstep. I can’t crave a person to simply f**k in times like this. I want to hold someone’s hand whilst we watch the old ways go up in smoke, in the knowing it is necessary. I want to hold my beloved’s newborn children in my hands and mother them as if they are my own.
My modern heart has ancient impulses.
My flesh used to run in fields barefoot, make love for as long as I liked and grow my food with my own hands.
My heart knows how it feels to stretch to more than one. Romance throbbing in the center of everything not just that one person I want to choose me.
In these moments I find myself wondering if I’ll fall in love again or if Love is no longer a trap to clumsily clamber in to and this might just be the most exquisite news.
I remind my bones of the fact of the matter.
In the end, that is all that matters - right now in this fleshly moment who is mine to love so fully without fear? period.

once upon a time my skin knew fourteen hands and hearts on me on any singular day. there is no way this much touchlessness is natural.
I have bodies in my hands most days; crying, screaming, remembering. Grieving. Realising; this is as good as it gets.
will you simply be with me whilst I feel all of this? this ancestral data deserves to unravel itself with a sincere audience. so I say yes to a front row seat as my hands feel themselves into your history sincerely bowing to what I get to meet.
everyone I meet tells me the same—it’s not the same as it used to be. this good news feels bitter upon first taste. can you taste that too?
we’re getting to savour the truth.

If today is the last day I get to be soul wrapped in flesh
what will the point be?
all I know for certain is; I told the truth
and I did it with every part of my body.
and
I
just

Loved

You.
and isn’t that the point?

thank you x

11/04/2026

be your own muse; impressions from a weekend spent with 11 women; melting in to the truth of what woman means for them & them alone.

there was a moment this weekend when I just couldn’t stop crying; we entered the ‘open-space’ aspect of the weekend — which is the most fine-tuned yet least ‘faciltiated’ part of work that I hold. it’s an integral ingredient of every irl container I cultivate. it’s where the integration happens.
I simply take my hands off the stirring wheel and I let the holding I’ve done set the tone for what’s to come.

in other words, I stop speaking and I let everything beyond and underneath the word become so much louder instead.

I stepped back and I saw a room full of naked, melted, ecstatic and gentle women getting free on their own terms. at their own pace.
I saw women loving one another; sovereignty and honesty at the frontline.
I witnessed slowness, detail, and so much devotion.
I saw Love.

I let myself watch the room with the softest eyes and the most open heart and I couldn’t quite believe we achieved this within two days. in the middle of a city.

I couldn’t not bow.
I took a posture of worship and let myself bow at the feet of one of the women in the space; a mother.
I let myself assume a posture of being guided by the very women I was ‘guiding’ up until that moment.

I could not help but to bow.
Mothers returning to their erotic home, women melting layers of the algorithmic hex, matriarchal reminders of what we have been seduced in to forgetting.
it all comes flooding back.

this is what i live for; creating spaces where the most taboo aspects of femininity are well and truly welcomed in the most embodied way. I live for being in rooms with women who become their own and my own muse infront of my eyes.
It is such a privilege to call this my job;
a detailed study of un-domestication.
women encouraging women.
sensuality beyond s*xuality.
the power of surrender.
Love.

in six weeks time we do it all again in Berlin
bigger space. bigger group. deeper still.
thankyou Amandine Grulois
thankyou to every woman who walks in to my ‘office’ to do this work. it’s everything.
it’s changing
everything

and I love you x

10/01/2026

🥀7 days until the venus lounge

ft. opening ritual for grounding+connection,
Followed by an open lounge
with live soundscape by Nina of
flow arts by chloe
& feminine temple-arts practitioners
offering immersive 1-1 sessions during the open-space
womb—centred bodywork & wholistic B**m, Sh***ri &
surrender sessions.
As well as a team of priestesses supporting throughout.
To ensure a space that is both brave & gentle.

~this episode of the lounge will go back to the core: focussing on the power of the Feminine. Touch. Slowness. Depth.
All levels are welcome in the lounge; it’s not a s*x positive space,
Yet eros flows freely in such a way we forgot it was ever conflated with s*x and romance. A free space to express the full spectrum of the feminine
And find your rose+dagger women.

there are two discount tickets left: use code VENUS10 to take £10 off.

VENUS LOUNGE 17.01 |16h-21h.
ritual salon for women.
In the iconic &soul in shoreditch.
🎟️:wildlydevotional.com/schedule

23/05/2023

WOMB SADHANA VOL VI

I would love to have you with me in the next womb sadhana:-
it’s the 6th round of this online ‘challenge’

we combine contemporary womb wellness techniques with daily kundalini yoga + taoism.
we practice womb-centred asana•breathwork•Taoism
& we have q+a sessions.
it’s a sweet community of women.

I would love to have you along.

https://wildlydevotional.com/wombsadhana
🌸

08/02/2023

https://wildlydevotional.com/store/p/weeklywombcouncil

see you on friday?

WOMB COUNCIL

29/01/2023

we have two spaces left for our circle tomorrow eve.
& then im out of berlin again ✈️
to return in may
x
dm me on ig/telegram to join
or email hello@wildlydevotional.com