The Story Behind

The Angela Marina

Belief #1

Love is the ultimate medicine. It’s the foundation, the healer, and the guiding force in all things

Belief #2

Community is sacred. We rise higher together, because when we feel safe, we can express our authentic selves, which is what the world needs right now more than ever!

Belief #3

Every soul carries unique magic. We are here to shine boldly and share our gifts with the world.

Hi love, Thank you for being here

and ready to receive my story.

I’m going to share it unapologetically and take up as much space and time as I desire to feel complete in my flow.

I’ve come to love my story—and by taking up time and space, I’m also inviting you to do the same with your story.

Our stories matter. Every twist, every ache, every sparkle. Each and every one of them. And all the stories within our story matter because WE MATTER.

Did you know that we’re each a 1 in 400 trillion chance of existing?

You didn’t come here by accident. You CHOSE to be here, alongside me.

We each came with medicine in our bones and fire in our bellies. We’re here to break out of old, suffocating structures, to take up space, to shine wildly, to dance naked and sing loudly from the mountaintops of truth.

So get cozy. Make tea. Savor some chocolate. Because once the dam of words breaks open… who knows when I’ll stop.

I was the girl who felt everything.

Who couldn’t keep quiet.

Who saw behind the masks, heard what wasn’t said and always wanted to belong.

I knew when we all belonged to something bigger than us but couldn’t describe it.

I felt beautiful things that I couldn’t express in words, sacred things that wanted to be born... yet often when no one else saw it.

I treated backpacks and stuffed animals like they had souls. I wept watching romantic scenes or tender moments in shows. I cried when people were mean, or when I felt misunderstood.

I sobbed through fifth-grade recess in the bathroom every single day after my parents separated. It was an amicable split—my mom even came home to cook dinner and tuck us in—but it wrecked me.

No one understood why I was so torn apart.

It took me twenty years and a session with an intuitive to realize: it wasn’t just the divorce.

I was mourning the split between the masculine and the feminine.

My soul knew we were meant to be united; knew that the masculine and feminine are whole together.

My Path Wasn’t Linear — It Was Ceremonial.

I was born in the summer, two weeks "late" (but right on time). The sun is my guide and yellow is my favorite color.

I arrived earthside from a wild, divine pairing: a young, petite Honduran woman and an older, Spanish-speaking, Italian Jesuit priest.

Yes, a priest. I came here to be a bridge—between spirit and flesh, logic and love, sacred and human.

I was held, not just by my parents, but by my godparents too—a former nun and priest.

They couldn’t have children, so I came through as theirs too. I grew up as the daughter of four, surrounded by love and prayers, unconditional and conditional love, lessons in faith, and a knowing that

God was real, alive, and within me.

I carried journals, magazines, scissors, pens, tape, and markers in my backpack—ready to write, create and pour out the feelings I didn’t know how to share aloud.

My white pages were my sacred temple.

My journals? My first altars.

Yet slowly, I started disconnecting.

I noticed not everyone felt things like I did.

I was told I was too sensitive. Too much. Too emotional. So I stopped trusting myself.

I started outsourcing my truth. I had five adults in my life (my mom remarried) and I would literally take a vote on decisions, asking them all what to do.

Majority ruled.

I spent years disconnecting. Not because I wanted to but because it was easier than getting hurt over and over again.

People pleasing kicked in. Quieting my intuition kicked in and I tricked myself into believing

I was better off this way.

As a true people-pleaser, I went to college even though I didn’t want to. It felt like a waste but I went because it was too hard to fight against. Societal pressures versus a lost soul.

The one blessing was my dad always told me to study abroad my entire junior year…

I wanted to better my Spanish so Spain called.

Studying abroad was the soul-liberation I didn’t know I needed.

Six hours away from those five voices, I came alive.

I cooked from intuition. I danced at belly-dancing class. I met friends for tapas. I traveled around most of Europe. I fell in love with a Spaniard.

I went back after graduation and lived a magical, sensual, soul-fueled life.

Family back home told me it wasn’t real.

But it was.

It was as real as breath.

Eventually I returned, and on my first night waitressing, I served a table with the man who would become my husband. Two months later, we went to a wedding and knew—we were it. But first… I needed closure. I went to Belize with the Spaniard. My husband knew, and trusted. He let me go and loved me through it.

That’s when I discovered how hard it was to receive, to let myself be held. That closet-floor moment, trying to push him away while he pulled me close… that was a portal.

I fell in love HARD, had the most romantic years of my life and married a man who gave me more thanI knew I needed.

Again societal pressures crept in and I took his last name... a grief that lasted decades because I ignored the truth that our birth names hold the frequency we’re here to share with the world.

My maiden name: Angela Marina Barbieri (named after both grandmothers).

I Remembered Who I Was… and Burned the Rest.

I’ve always known I’d be a mother.

I used to blow my belly out as a girl and pretend to be pregnant. I got my first period on Valentine’s Day—of course I did. I birthed my daughter at home. My family was scared, but I KNEW it was how I was made to bring children Earthside.

And it was the most empowering moment of my life… until postpartum depression hit.

To cope with my parents divorce. I told myself I’d be in control when I was an adult (or when I was a parent). But my daughter? She came in whole and sovereign and fierce. She became my teacher, mirror, and soul activator.

I had two more sons and continued to evolve into the mother I was always meant to be—less control, more presence.

Motherhood awakened something ancient in me.

I believe all women mother. Whether we have children or not, it’s in our nature. I’ve been blessed to stay home and raise mine… but now, in my Mage phase, I feel the pull to mother the world. To shower others with the love I’ve been so generously given.

I used to feel embarrassed by how loved I was. My biggest trauma was a divorce where love still lingered. But now I know... I received ALL that love so I could channel it out. Because Spirit loves us that big. And we’ve forgotten.

I’m a forever student and a collector of modalities—nutrition, Reiki, yoga, postpartum Doula work, frequency devices, filtered and hydrogen water, pendulums, crystals, oracle cards, intuitive jewelry, postpartum support, essential oils… all of it.

I gathered it not to hoard... but to serve.

I’ve built communities. Created sacred spaces. Hosted retreats. Coached women through awakenings. Not because I have it all figured out, but because I’ve walked it all. Because I lead with love, because I see people. And they feel it.

This Isn’t Just About Me...

It’s Always Been About You.

You, who feels too much. You, who wants to share your magic but doesn’t know where to begin. You, who’s tired of hiding, tired of people pleasing and hiding behind other’s expectations. You, who knows you’re here for something more... not more hustle, but more truth.

You don’t need to be fixed. You need to be remembered. And I’m here to reflect the soul of you back to yourself, like a mirror dripping in honey and grace.

We’re building the new Earth, love.

It’s not about doing it all or doing it alone. It’s about shining unapologetically, owning your gifts, and cheering each other on.

We rise together.

If you feel the pull…

If your chest is swirling with excitement…

If you ready to ROAR…

Then let’s begin.

Because YOU are the medicine you’ve been waiting for. And it’s time you took

yourself, all of you, to the altar.

With fire and softness,

Angela Marina