Where in your life have you sensed that something larger than your own effort was doing the work -- and what did it ask of you in return?
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Two decades ago, in her early days as a healer, Margaretta "Maggie" McIlvaine had supported patients through invasive surgeries, monitoring energy fields and chakra systems. But while standing beside a client's exposed heart at a hospital in Charlottesville, something bypassed everything she knew. Seconds before life support took over, she felt the client's heart reach out in fear -- and felt her own heart respond with a "comforting, shielding embrace."
In that moment, the practitioner disappeared. "I stopped checking the fields and the chakras," she recalls. "I just stayed there and was present with it." Maggie walked out of that operating room forever changed -- she had realized that the deepest healing isn't a skill we master, but a pulse we already belong to.
Today, Maggie is the founder of Bridge Between the Worlds, a healing retreat center on twenty wooded acres beside a lake in the Blue Ridge foothills of Keswick, Virginia. Her approach, after decades of training, is disarmingly simple: "I really open up and I listen deep, and together we create a field." Her work is not about giving people answers -- it is about helping them "peel back the layers that would keep them from their own knowing."
The path to that clarity wound through many worlds. In 1978, Maggie left southwestern Pennsylvania for Monterey, California, where she spent a decade teaching English to immigrants. A one-year teaching position in Tokyo followed. Just months after arriving, she traveled to Iriomote—a remote, wild island known for its elusive wildcat—and felt called to climb a steep, solitary slope. At the summit, she encountered something her teaching career hadn’t prepared her for: profound communication and transmissions received directly from the rocks. “An energy descended,” Maggie recalls. “Little lights were sparkling—so soft, so delicate, so gentle, so loving. It was the most pure, loving energy I have ever felt. Allness was all around me, and I saw how inextricably I am connected to the whole.”
That awakening sent her deeper. A one-year in Tokyo became six years of travelling to Buddhist temples, Shinto shrines, ashrams in India, mountain tribes in northern Thailand, and aboriginal sacred places in the Australian outback. Back in the States, she studied process acupressure at Esalen, sat ten-day silent Buddhist retreats, trained in sound healing, spent time at the Monroe Institute, completed all levels of Reiki, and graduated from the Barbara Brennan School of Healing. After all of it, she arrived at the simplest essence: presence.
While still in Japan, visions of a healing center in Virginia had began arriving in her dreams -- first as images of land, then as a spiritual presence calling her toward the mountains. She arrived in Charlottesville in 1994, knowing no one. For nine years every property fell through. In 2003, having nearly given up, she found the place -- the address matching the house number she had grown up in. "I laughed," she writes, "that it was when I had given up that it appeared."
Over twenty years, a field has built up on that land that visitors feel the moment they arrive. "I've had a co-creation with the land here," she says. "Everything is conscious and the land is conscious." A couple from England visited, went home, sold their house, and opened a center on a Greek island. An acupuncturist who worked with her calls Maggie "a humble servant in the service of life." And Maggie herself keeps walking the path: "When I get activated -- which of course I still do -- I can slow down and be at a very different frequency. It allows me to be acting from kindness, much more than reaction."
Join us in conversation with this gentle steward of the space between worlds, who spent decades studying healing only to discover that its deepest form is not a technique but a presence -- and that, after all, "we are nature ourselves."
There are two things that make me come most alive. One is the act of creating space for people and all that entails where they can feel safe and connected to Nature and themselves. Two is assisting people on a healing journey back into their hearts.
Years ago a dear friend of mine lived in Hawaii and when I visited her we often would go on a boat to swim with the dolphins. It was exhilarating and so incredible to connect with them in the wild. Later she invited me to go to Tonga to swim with the whales with a small group of people. The first day out when it was my turn to go in the water, I slipped in and started swimming slowly and before I knew it, a mother whale was right next to me. She turned her head a bit and looked straight into my eyes and brought me into her world it felt like. I seemed to have felt her depth and consciousness and it burst my perception open and I found it hard to speak for hours after.
What a wonderful question to ponder. Interestingly what I would like to share now has come up over and over in my memory for years for some reason. It happened in 1994. I had just left Japan after living there for 6 years and went to India to travel for some weeks on my own. I was at the New Delhi railway station and was looking for the place to buy a ticket to Rishikesh. It was beyond chaotic at the station as there were different places one had to go to buy tickets to certain places. A young Muslim boy came up to me and asked me if I needed help. I was leery at first as he was telling me how beautiful Kashmir was and trying to convince me to go there and how I could stay on a house boat and how much better it would be than going to Rishikesh. I was polite but let him know I was not going to shift my plans. He could have walked away at that moment but he didn't. Not only did he not leave but he guided me to the three different places we needed to go to to get the ticket and then when it came time to get on the right numbered car of the train we realized we were in the wrong section. I remember he had a sweater on and it was rather warm. He took it upon himself to make sure I got on the train, one that he may have wished was going to Kashmir but he gave it his all and we ran together at top speed to the other end of the train to get me on the right car. I couldn't believe he was going out of his way like this. He was sweating profusely in that sweater but he got me to the right car just as the train was almost pulling away. I tried to give him some money and he refused. I got on the train and almost cried. I had never experienced such selfless kindness like this before.
I feel very called to walk part of the Shikoku Pilgrimage in Japan.
There is only one of us here.