David, Shamanic Tantra in India 2025

In the sacred land of India, where tigers prowl with quiet ferocity, where eagles carve the sky in bold strokes, and dolphins rise in playful arcs from the depths — where the humble bow in reverence, offering prayers to the earth, the sky, the sun, those elemental forces of transformation — I embarked on a journey unlike any before.
There, among teachers and seekers, I stood at the crossroads of self. My beliefs, my patterns as a man, as a father, were laid bare, stripped of illusion. I saw, with stark clarity, how the echoes of my past, the unhealed wounds of my ancestors, flowed through me into my children, shaping their world before they could even name it. And I knew — there was no more turning away. No more half-measures. To face this was not just a choice but a calling.

So I went inward, deeper than ever before, into the vast caverns of my being. And in that descent, I found something luminous: beauty, connection, a heart overflowing with gratitude. Yet, I also met my shame — the weight of years spent shying away from responsibility, from the raw, unvarnished truth of love and partnership. I saw where I had not met my beloveds in full honesty, where I had played small, where I had let fear dictate my steps.

And so, I cut away what no longer served. I shed the false layers — the ego that clung to its own righteousness, the stories I had wrapped around myself like armor, the inherited beliefs that were never truly mine but borrowed for acceptance, for love. In their place, I discovered something ancient and true — my own rhythm, my own balance, my own unshakable core.

Under the glow of sacred fire, amidst the vibrant pulse of a Hindu engagement ceremony, we danced to the joyous heartbeat of Bollywood rhythms. We received blessings, prayers woven in the language of spirit, and in that land so deeply steeped in elemental power, something within me cracked open.

Truth rose in me like the first light of dawn — pure, unfiltered, undeniable. I met my children with my whole self, not the version softened by pretense but the raw, powerful, boundless love of a man standing fully in his own essence. A clear channel for spirit.

And then came the deepest reckoning. From the depths of my soul, I spoke an apology — not just for myself but for the weight of history carried in my blood. For the injustices, the wounds left in my ancestral wake. I looked into the eyes of those who had suffered, and with a heart laid bare, I asked for forgiveness. And in that sacred exchange, grace met me. I received it. And, at long last, I gave it to myself.