When I got on the airplane to India for my first time, my intentions were to travel with as much open energy as I could possibly conger up. It’s a place that I have deeply revered and longed to visit, so much of my growth spiritually and consciously has come out of the teachings and philosophies there. 

Leading up to my trip I would share with friends and colleagues about my excitement. That proved to be interesting on multiple levels. Some comments were wonderful, some condescending and ignorant; the way people project their personal deliberations can be brute. Nonetheless, I just let those echoes pass by and choose to respect people with where they are at in their journey. 

It’s been a while since I’ve travelled to a new land for the first time in this reality. In the past it’s always proved to be inspiring on a human and artistic level. I remember like it was yesterday when I got my first passport in 2013 and traveled around Europe for a month.

This trip to India would prove to be just as profound but even more so on a cosmic and cellular level. Not only did I find myself there at the auspicious time of the rare planetary alignments (and at the Maha Kumbh Mela, 2025), but the expansion and downloads that I would experience and receive almost felt like too much to contain in this body of mine. Tears full beauty in the recognition of existence had to flow. 

I experienced an expansion in my consciousness, expansion in my understanding of the singularity, expansion in recognizing the mirrored beauty we call reality, expansion in my capacity to flow, expansion in my meditation practice, expansion in every nook and cranny of my being. 

I don’t know if i’ve ever experienced the juice of life so profoundly as I did during my time in India. I’m not trying to over romanticize here, that’s led me down some weird paths in the past - but damn, this place has soul! I met some of the most beautiful people i’ve ever encountered, ate incredible food on the streets, witnessed many sunrises of the divine, and accepted and photographed the beautiful chaos of it all, roll after roll with my trusty Leica. 

Being back in New York I find myself so full. I find myself grateful that i’m not enslaved by the confining nature of the intellect, nor swayed by people’s projections. There’s a paradigm that wants to keep people outside the light of abundance. Thankfully there’s liberation in gnosis. The camera speaks many languages but souls speaks telepathically. Silence has an intellect of its own, something that photography knows well. 

February 15, 2025