My Instagram got hacked…and it is a holi (blessing) in disguise

Written by Jena Scaccetti

Hi Agent Army

If you’ve been looking for me on Instagram and can’t find me it’s because my personal account @jenacovello was hacked and deactivated. I felt an immense sense of relief when it happened. Although I miss connecting with the majority of people and to my loyal army, Instagram has begun to feel extremely toxic to me over the last few years. Between feeling endlessly pressured to create content and share the truth, I also felt constantly triggered by world events that break my heart and upset me. I also realized there were people messaging me who I know in real life that I simply don’t want to connect with online or in real life. What’s strange is that on April 26th I was journaling in Paris and the first two things I wrote were that I wanted to get over my fear of flying and I wanted a break from Instagram. Since my account has been deactivated, I have been sleeping better, I’ve been more present and creative without feeling a constant sense of pressure and most importantly, I’m connecting with people I truly have a desire to connect with. I’m not sure if you read one of my last posts on Instagram about what happened to me in Paris so I am going to share it here with you:

I’ve had a very serendipitous week in Paris and have not felt my grandmothers presence since she passed five years ago this month. I walked by a tea shop and her favorite song was playing, and a few hours later I found her favorite flower called Lily of the Valley for sale in front of the Eiffel Tower that you rarely see in America. She planted them in her garden and I'd not seen them since I was 10. I used to pick them when I was a little girl and pretend they were tiny bells. They brought me to tears! I carried them everywhere with me. I heard her telling me to take them to a very specific church in Paris. I've never brought flowers to a church. I didn't get to do it. She kept saying to stay longer in Paris and not fly home yet and I didn’t listen. This was on a Thursday.

On Friday I left Paris but took the flowers with me and brought them on the plane with me and even took a photo of them. After my session earlier that week with Herve Herau I was determined to not be scared of flying and to no longer worry. Three hours into the flight we turned around because the plane had an oxygen leak and we went back to Paris. I knew I was safe but I was being extremely tested. In the moment I wasn’t even afraid because there was nothing I could do. The pilot told us not to be afraid if we saw fuel dropping from the plane because it was too heavy to land. The flight even made it into the news.

Once we landed I took the flowers back with me back to Paris.

As soon as I woke up the following morning I came directly to the church she said to bring the flowers to. Again I've never brought flowers to a church.

And I walked directly to St Theresa. I had no idea what she represented.

And in front of me were all of the flowers other people brought her before me. The same flowers. And then I googled her. She's the patron saint of florists and aviators. Is this even real???

The story gets even more surreal. My boyfriend was with me during this entire saga. We were in Egypt for a couple of weeks prior and then I flew to Paris ahead of him and then he met me in Paris. He brought me a gift in Egypt and it was Lily of the Valley oil but didn’t give it to me until we got back to LA. He bought it before any of this happened. I couldn’t believe it. I’ve never mentioned this flower to him. To be honest I forgot about it until I saw it again.