The Unravelling Journey is a memoir spanning seven continents
and the  e x p a n s i v e  journey into inner space.

Dear reader,

Thank you for allowing me to express the deepest urges of my soul here. For the past ten years, this blog has been a space of realization and release; an exploration from dark to light.

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This new space will give you more insight and inspiration into my book, The Unravelling Journey.

Thanks for your unconditional love and support this past decade.
The journey wouldn’t be the same without you.

Love, Jessica.

Pain shapes us,
Experiences bond us,
Awareness liberates us.

Tombs are wombs to other worlds.
Without life there is no death.
Yet without death,
there is no life.
To evolve,
we must dissolve.
Disappearing into the darkness,
we discover the doorway
to a new world;
an inevitable
evolution
into the light.
Disintegrating into nothing
leads to integrating everything -
becoming one with all of creation.


Is death in this life, the first breath in the next?

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Her tiny hand clutched mine, as she whispered through her dummy.

“Look, magic” her high pitched voice examined, looking at the light above.

Maybe she’s referring to the dust fairies in the light. Maybe she’s thinking, like I once did, that the strands of light radiating off that globe are magic. Or perhaps, she’s actually seeing magic, because society hasn’t yet told her she’s wrong.

“Yes beautiful.” I take my gaze from the light back to her. “There’s magic. You’re magic too.”

“No, I’m Chloe. I’m real.”

Magic, to me, is very real - out there in the form of synchronistic events and chance meetings. The interconnectedness of life, the appropriateness of all those woven webs; hidden whispers that penetrate through the silence.

The presence that always was, infinitely is, and forever will be.

“Yeah, you are real. And so is magic. You’re real. And you’re magic.”

We shared that trundle bed again that last night together; this time swapping mattresses, as she fell into slumber amongst the turquoise sheets I usually lay, almost as if she knew I was leaving.

It broke my heart to say goodbye… it always does.

Seven continents, forty-four countries; six cities I’ve called my home these past twenty three years.

I can give it to you by figures; but how does one explain the crumbling of the heart with each goodbye?

It never got easier; I just got used to it.

The pieces fall apart each time, but they always come back together. In ways that fit better after each spurt of growth. The cracks are where the light comes in. The cracks are where the magic comes alive.

This. As true now as it was four years ago.

Up all night, in open conversation with the stars..

I ask the tiny cosmic clusters

why

my downfall

has always been

falling in love

with the taunting romance

of possibility.

Truth is

there are many

who wish to undress me.

And yet

I am yet to meet

the one

who removes my layers

even after

I’m naked.

He showed me the constellations,

then drew them on my skin.

Tracing galaxies with his fingers,

saying our souls were twin.

Touching me, not with his hands,

Shimmering stardust spins.

In his eyes, I saw myself,

and all that could have been.

Humility is sexy.

Integrity is sexy.

Presence is sexy.

Authenticity is sexy.

Mindfulness is sexy.

Communication is sexy.

The sounds of my soul.

HUMILITY brings HUMANITY closer to UNITY.

In my imagination, I imagine nations
integrating impacting innovation
to help heal this planet we share;
to collectively create and care.
A world with clean energy and
communities working in synergy.
Liberation vibrations unchain fear,
Human connection is seen as dear.
In my minds eye we live in unity
and every human has equal opportunity.

We e x p a n d by being stretched.

We stretch ourselves by being out of our comfort zone.

We get out of our comfort zone by pushing past its edge.

I think of thoughts as cords or codes
Tuning us in to our chosen channel.

We create our fate with the thoughts we seed.

What’s worth feeding?
And what’s worth weeding
to make our world a better place?