Embark on a Transformative Healing Journey

For years, I lived like a hermit in the heart of the city—a soul in a cave of quiet contemplation. Some might wonder how such a life is possible, just as one might question a caterpillar, How can you possibly become a butterfly? Yet transformation has always been the quiet magic of existence. I’ve walked a path of balance and presence, but make no mistake—I’ve danced with darkness too. The shadows that weigh on you now once wrapped themselves around me as well. Yet each descent became a crucible, forging gifts in the fire of surrender. These gifts—these powers—no longer wish to sleep within me. They stir, longing to reach out and alchemise your pain into liberation.

Yes, magic is real—but only for those brave enough to answer the call of their own becoming. The touch I offer is a spark, a key to unlock the door. But the journey? That is yours to walk. Just as the thought of healing led you here, the seed of thriving—planted now with courage—will blossom in its own divine time. I know this because i have been tested on multiple occasions. But discipline and courage, like grace, always lifts us back up.

A Life Unfolded: From Legacy to Light

I was born into prosperity, cradled in the gilded expectations of academia and lineage. But at thirty, I walked away—from the herd, from the hierarchy—to follow the whisper of art and creativity. Through my lens at Rohit Jhawar Photography, I captured love stories, each frame a testament to the beauty of human connection. Yet beneath the surface, another calling simmered: the healing power of touch, long suppressed, now rising like a second dawn.

I am no follower of dogma, but a seeker who has knelt at the altars of many wisdom traditions—Taoist fluidity, the Gita’s fiery devotion, Tantra’s sacred alchemy, Buddha’s boundless compassion. What remains is this: a belief in the indestructible light that dwells within us all. Some days, I too grope through the dark, until that light returns—as love, as peace, as the quiet ecstasy of presence. And when it does, I remember: this same light lives in you.

A voice once told me, "The divine will flow through your hands to those ready to receive." I waited. The timing, like all sacred things, had to be divine.

The Way of the Soft Warrior

Adolescence was my initiation—a time of rebellion and revelation. My parents, devotees of Paramhansa Yogananda, brought me weekly to his ashram by the Ganges in Calcutta. While they meditated on the marble floors of the Ashram, I sat in the car, steeped in a silence that would later become my compass. At fifteen, Autobiography of a Yogi cracked my world open. I questioned everything. But I was told to conform. So at nineteen, I left—not with bitterness, but with a bow of gratitude for the lessons that shaped me.

Today, I am a soft, feminine force—a father who sees the world through the wonder of my four-year-old daughter’s eyes. My life is satvik: bare feet on earth, home-cooked meals, meditation as nourishment. No alcohol, no numbing, just the raw, sweet pulse of being alive. This is how I keep my intuition—and my touch—pure, potent, and reverent.

The Invitation: Healing as Ceremony

I work exclusively with divine feminine energy, the frequency that moves through me like a river. Every session is woven with consent, deep respect, and sacred presence. Before we begin, we’ll meet over Zoom—a chance to explore the threefold alchemy of this journey:

1. Listening as Sanctuary – Where your story is heard without judgment.

2. Touch as Liberation – Where pain is met with meditative hands until it softens into wisdom.

3. Adornment as Blessing – Where wildflowers crown your skin, a tribute to your resilience.