Hello sweet souls,
Today is 1 Ix — The Jaguar’s Beginning.
1 is the power of the beginning; Ix is the feminine wild, Earth magic, intuition, the soul of Nature, the mystical forces that move through all living things, the jaguar’s solitary power, deep knowing beyond ego, the path of inner sovereignty.
Today, members of the Altar gather in Cacao ceremony to honor this energy—to place our hands upon the Earth and feel her pulse, to remember we are nature, to call in the magic that flows when we align with something far greater than ourselves. If you hear the call, join the Altar here:
Earlier this week, I shared a powerful message from my grandmother. If you missed the message from my dearly departed grandmother, read it here:
All caught up? Grab a cup of Cacao and settle in for a story of a different kind of resistance.
On Sunday, I shared with the Altar members that I am an ancestral medium. I even opened up four spots (three are still available) for Ancestral Mediumship at a reduced rate as I calibrate this offering. Reserve here
On Tuesday, I shared my declaration with all of you, along with the story of my grandmother’s visitation—her reminder that I am worthy, beautiful, exactly as I am.
What I didn’t share was what happened before that visitation. The rage that surfaced when I finally allowed myself to step into this gift.
Here’s the thing: I’ve been ready for this work for years. The ancestors have been asking me to offer it. The signs have been clear, the channels open, the guidance consistent. And yet, something in me kept resisting.
Not a gentle hesitation. Rage.
When I sat down to write the announcement, to claim this gift aloud, to put it into the world—fury rose up through my body. Hot, ancient, cellular. I didn’t understand it. This is what I’m meant to do. This is what I’ve been preparing for. Why was there so much anger?
So I did what I always do: I sat with the ancestors. I pulled cards. I asked.
And they both showed me and told me.
A Past Life, A Gift Condemned
They validated an identity from a life that was generations ago, an identity I have felt in my cells since I was a child. In that life, I was gifted. I was regal. I was in a position of power and influence.
And when I discovered this gift—the ability to speak with the dead, to channel the ancestors, to bridge the worlds—I began to offer it.
I was condemned for it.
I believe I was killed for it.
The rage I was feeling wasn’t about this life. It was the echo of that life. The memory held in my bones, in my blood, in my Soul. The terror of being seen. The violence of being silenced. The cost of claiming my power.
This is what persecution does. It doesn’t just harm us in the moment—it imprints itself across lifetimes. It creates resistance where there should be flow. It generates fury where there should be confidence.
How many of us are carrying this? How many of us resist our gifts not because we don’t believe in them, but because somewhere, sometime, we were punished for using them?
The Reclamation
Once I saw it—once the ancestors named it—everything shifted.
I spoke it aloud. I declared it. I offered it to the fire. I returned it to myself.
I said: “I claim this gift. I will offer it now.”
And everything in my body eased.
The rage dissolved. Not because it wasn’t real, but because it had been witnessed. Acknowledged. Released.
This is the work, isn’t it? Not just claiming our gifts, but understanding what we’ve had to survive in order to claim them. Not just stepping forward, but honoring what it took to get here.
I am an ancestral medium. I have always been. And now, finally, I am offering it without apology.
Ancestral Mediumship Sessions
In February, I’m calibrating this offering with three remaining 50-minute sessions at a radically reduced price: $195.
In March, these sessions will be $595.
In these sessions, you can bring your questions about a dearly departed, about a relationship on this side or the other. We will see who steps forward to give you their guidance. I’ll be there to hold space and offer the multidimensional lens of Soul and emotional awareness.
If you feel called to one of these spots, reserve a session here: Ancestral Mediumship
Your ancestors may already be gathering.
If you’re reading this and feeling resistance to your own gifts—if there’s rage beneath your hesitation, fear beneath your doubt—I want you to know: it makes sense.
You’re not broken. You’re not wrong. You’re carrying something that needs to be seen, acknowledged, and released.
Maybe it’s time to ask: What am I ready to reclaim?
Sending love,
Maggie
P.S. Today, we gather for our Cacao Ritual in the Altar. The energy of 1 Ix is powerful for this work—connecting with the divine feminine, with magic, with the earth itself. If you’re not yet a member, you can join us here:
Hi, I’m Maggie and I am a sacred bridge.
I help you see more of yourself so you can be more of yourself. As a sacred bridge between dimensions, I hold space for your highest potential. Your connection to your Soul is your most valuable currency. I teach you how to hear its language of love deep within to connect with the full spectrum of your being and enlight your radiance. In this and all dimensions.