You haven't lost yourself. You've just been waiting for a space worthy of the woman you're becoming.
You've found it.
What if the most transformational thing you could witness was someone living it — not teaching it from the other side?
This is live. This is real. This is for you.
You already know there's more.
You've sat in ceremony. Studied the frameworks. Done the healing. Held space for others through their becoming.
And still — in the quiet between the knowing and the living — there's a part of you not yet fully inhabited.
Not because you haven't done enough.
Because this kind of work — the living it not just knowing it kind — needs a different container.
Not a course. Not another certification. Not a framework handed down from someone who's already arrived.
A world.
Built by someone who's in it with you.
This world was born from grief.
In September 2021, my parents died seven days apart.
What followed wasn't just loss. It was a complete fracturing of time, identity, memory, creativity, and the version of myself I thought I knew.
Years of training — in expressive arts therapy, Human Design, the Akashic Records, Soul Shamanism, Yoga Nidra — gave me the language to understand what was happening. But it was the grief itself that cracked me open wide enough to actually live what I'd been teaching.
What emerged from the other side was this:
The Midnight Carnival, A Tale of Remembering A mythic spiritual memoir — part fiction, part soul map — written in thirty days at the end of 2025. The story of a woman who walks an enchanted Carnival after dark, gathering everyone else's memories into the library of her lungs, until she realises the story she's been collecting is her own.
Her name is Anessa.
At the end, she remembers her real name.
It's Jocelyn.
And then — sitting with the completed book through a Soul Art journey — the next question arose:
Now that you remember, how will you show up?
The Remembering was born from that question.
Two doors. One world.
The book is the map. I am the guide. The Remembering is where we walk it together.
The Midnight Carnival
A mythic spiritual memoir disguised as fiction.
Follow Anessa through the luminous, shadowed rooms of the Carnival — each one a portal into a different layer of the human soul. Grief, identity, voice, body, ancestry, creativity, and the slow, faithful return to yourself.
Written by someone who had to find her own way through the underground without a guide — so that you don't have to walk it alone.
Read it slowly. Let it find you.
A Tale of Remembering
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The Remembering
A living community and soul curriculum for women ready to stop abandoning themselves.
Thirty days of live transmissions. Soul art. Yoga Nidra. Meditations. Circles and workshops. A space to do the real work — in your body, your creativity, your grief, your relationships, your ordinary days.
Not a program you complete. A world you inhabit.
This is where the Carnival's medicine becomes practice. Where the map becomes ground beneath your feet. Where you stop being the woman who knows the work and become the woman who lives it.
For the coaches, the healers, the readers, the creatives — and for every woman who knows there's more and is ready to be courted into her own brilliance rather than sold a system for becoming it.
Join The Remembering
You don't need the book to enter The Remembering. You don't need The Remembering to begin with the book.
Both lead to the same place — not a perfected self, not a life beyond grief or difficulty, but a woman who knows the way home and keeps choosing to return.
Enter wherever something is calling you today.
This is for you if —
You're already walking the path and you're ready to stop walking it alone.
You're a coach, a healer, a reader, a creative — and you know what transformation looks like, but you're not always sure you're letting yourself receive it.
Grief has opened a door in you that you haven't quite known how to walk through.
You're tired of being spoken to from the other side of a completed journey — and you're craving someone who's transmitting live, in real time, building the map as she walks it.
You want depth, not more information.
You want to be witnessed, not fixed.
You want a space that matches the size of who you actually are.
You're in the right place.
From the women inside the world —
"There is something sacred in the way Jocelyn speaks — like she's holding open a door I forgot existed. I return to myself each time I listen."
"Jocelyn's words stir something ancient and true within me. I feel seen, softened, and invited to come home to myself."
The door has always been open.You only need to enter.