After a decade of gruelling supression within the UK I managed to return to India with the support and help of two friends. I arrived in the state of Gujarat in mid February 2017 with an e-visa and stayed for three months.
Before I begin, I will say India welcome me, valued and nutured my presence, because they were enamoured with my ancestral spirit, not because of who I was, no history of my visit, of what I did there is to be found anywhere.
Hinduism is spiritually governed by the caste of Rama, if you are not from this caste they will hold no value in your physicality whatsoever, unless they covertly hate and wish to destroy you; maybe take away your soul and inherit your phsysicality as admixture.
In the above picture there is a plant named Tulsi, this is believed to be an incarnation of the consort of Vishnu, devotees recited to me that this was a telephone, placing a leaf in my hand and a leaf in theirs.
Gardens are rare in India and are only an unfrequented addition of middle to upper class households. I filmed this butterfly whilst visiting a Hindu Acharaya family in Patan.
The cockerels were the lure, turned into a covert blasphemy hidden and then hidden in plain sight, this trickery relied heavily on me not realising that I am ancestrally French, which, because of dislodging diaspora I did not figure until later months of 2020.