Welcome! My name is Margaret + I help modern-day mystics thrive in the normie world. Join our sisterhood + come out of hiding. Leave behind unseen work to be with a community of women earthing their empathic powers for the good of the world.
Be a part of our community for energetic clearings, personal readings for both new + full moons, monthly astrology, oracle transmissions, + weekly sister circles on zoom. Next call is Monday, March 2nd, 2026 at 7:00 PM CST + will be recorded.
Membership is $33/month.
Bring it.
Love, Margaret
bring the light
Margaret is an international best selling author, transformational coach + retreat leader, herbalist, kinesiologist, trained midwife, certified birth + postpartum doula, registered yoga teacher, Reiki Master, meditation + breathwork facilitator, craniosacral therapist + Spiritual Practitioner through Arvigo Institute w/ Masters degrees in Poetry + Philosophical Theology + a focus in Biomedical Ethics. She is a Female Founder with Hive Global, completed her certification as a Health Coach in 2024, holds an upper belt in TaeKwonDo + is a licensed bartender. She is grateful to her parents, who have always supported her + above all, her daughters, who taught her everything about unconditional love. She loves you, too.
Margaret offers 1:1 coaching, mentorship & healings either in person or on zoom. She specializes in coaching women who are ready to harness & perfect their psychic gifts. Margaret offers workshops, symposiums, retreats, and group sessions + calls.
Her years of experience, skill set and cross-cultural techniques create the best outcomes for clients, including those with chronic, complex issues.
Read my international best seller:
somatic + spiritual stories of resilience
“So the shell of me came + I felt sort of like the ones I would find on the beach. The ones that were weathered, cement-looking, cragged, white-gray + hard, but somewhere still porous. I would pick them up from the thick, sinking sand + hold them up to the red, setting sun in front of me. I held them in my hand tightly, feeling them break the skin because I was water-weary + cellophaned. The waves would push into mt legs + the wind would blow. I could have been just dust + bone, with a heart like clay + no blood left in it that broke apart in a sandy sort of way. But after becoming a mother, I was not afraid of death, not afraid of pain, just very, very wary of the wind.”