19 & 20 April 2025
Learning to play the bansuri properly has been a dream for a long time, and I figured I would learn quickly since I already knew how to play the silver flute. I had underestimated the level of difficulty, though… The notes themselves aren’t complicated, but the way the fingers are used to cover the holes has proved to be more difficult than anticipated. The ornamentation used to create that typical ‘Indian’ sound will take a lot of practice!
I was excited to receive my own handmade flute from Yahor today, though! Beautifully made from bamboo and safe in its own carry case, I can now bring my bansuri on all my adventures—and hopefully find other teachers along the way.
I decided to bring my new flute to the opposite bank of the Ganga today, to a tiny little ‘beach’ where I could swim, soak up the sun, and practice. This spot is usually quiet and the perfect place to spend a few peaceful hours. After a dip in the surprisingly cold water, I sat down to practice the homework Yahor had given me.
A few minutes later, I was joined by an older man and woman who waved hello and then disappeared into the river for their own sacred Ganga dips. Sun shining down on rafts and sunbathers, we sat in peace for a while. When the woman waved us goodbye, the man came over and introduced himself to me.
His name is Zenon, and as soon as he started speaking, my skin prickled—in the best way. This was an interesting soul! Ten minutes into conversation, I was completely fascinated. He’s 77 years old, and he reminded me of someone… someone mysterious and magical, though I couldn’t quite figure out who. When he told me he was a stained glass window artist, I was intrigued. But he had already said enough to spark deep curiosity—this was no ordinary old man.
Seeing that I was genuinely interested in getting to know him better (and sensing a deep loneliness in him too), he invited me to the ashram where he was staying so he could show me some of his artwork. He didn’t have to ask me twice!
Entering his small, simple room, I was astounded. It was filled with magical-looking diaries, books, and prints of stained-glass windows he had made over the years. The air itself was charged with mystery. We sat down, and he began telling me about his life… waves of goosebumps washed over me as his energy surrounded us.
This blue-eyed, 77-year-old man is another starseed, a lightworker, a higher vibrational being who speaks our language. As he told me of his travels to the spirit world, downloading information from the Akasha, and his role in helping bring about the ‘New Earth,’ I sat speechless.
And then… he told me he is an incarnation of Merlin.
My heart stopped for a moment.
Of course.
Electricity surged through my body. This was no coincidence. I knew he was telling the truth. The information he was sharing with me was divinely orchestrated—meant to be exchanged between two master beings, here and now.
I had to say goodbye, but I knew I’d be back—with a camera.
Zenon the Alchemist, Merlin Pendragon himself, has much wisdom to share with the students who are ready to learn from an ancient master…
I’ve always loved music, and it feels like the universe has been using it—especially over the past few weeks—as a harmonising force in my deeper soul healing.
At the cacao ceremony, we danced to earthy rhythms, stomping out old patterns and laying new foundations as our heart space filled with love. The music used by Vishnu during breathwork at Divine Circle swept me through waves of emotional release and surrender. And the beautiful melodies played by Yahor carried me into such deep meditative peace.
At the hostel, almost every night brings a gathering of local and foreign artists to sing under the stars—accompanied by jembe and guitar. Their voices are magical. And the way the local men join in when a familiar song is sung still surprises me every time. They harmonize with such passion and pure joy, singing from the depths of their souls.
These nights under the stars, in a place already filled with so much magic… sharing moments like these with strangers who’ve become family…
They’ll live in my heart for a very, very long time.
