Krishna’s Journey
As a young lad, I would accompany my father on many of his jungle expeditions in the Andaman Islands of India. On one such occasion, I recall him reaching over to a tree branch, picking a leaf and placing on the palm of my hand. He proceeded to show me how to rub the leaf between the palms of my hands and then to take a slow, controlled, deep breath, transporting it all the way to the tips of the toes. While cupping my palms to the nose with eyes closed, I sensed the resonance of the jungle. This was a moment when pure spirit-energy was reverberating, and the human form was resplendent in pure consciousness. This, in essence, is the nature of Prana.


To enter into the sanctuary, which is Krishna’s studio, one must walk through the blessing of a heavenly veil of smouldering frankincense and copal. Immediately the calming of spirit takes place.  Krishna greets you as if you were a weary traveler just arriving from months abroad, his smile genuine and true, his eyes bright with light like those of a holy person, saint, or perhaps one  who has seen the divine.  His hearty  laugh and welcome remind you that  you are now home and encourage  you to leave the past or future at the  threshold. 

Once you enter, a feast for the senses ensues:  statues of various intricately detailed deities watch over you from  shelves above, colorful prayer flags  hang reverently from the ceiling, tightly wrapped sage – local smudge  sticks – lie in wait on a large Native  drum, and to make the experience  more transcendent, the sounds of  melodic far eastern chants come from an undeterminable source.  Last but not least, a plethora of aromas from oil essences, extracted from trees and plants of almost every continent, hangs thick and sticky-sweet in the air.

Bottles of essences, too numerous to count, line three walls of one room.  Krishna, a man of infinite wisdom and kindness to match, selects an essence to gift me on my birthday.  The bottle uncapped, we both breathe in the beauty of its purity, smiling after each inhalation. He intimately knows this world of essential oils, having grown up in the exotic Andaman Islands, the son of a senior forest official father and a mother who taught him the benefits of both  Vedic and Ayurvedic practices.  Today Krishna, a distiller of oils, researcher, clinician, educator, storyteller, healer, and shaman, brings an alchemy of blessings to all who cross his path. ~ Lenny Foster’s, Healing Hands

Essential Oils posses in concentrated formula’s healing properties, and indigenous cultures hold this sacred knowledge. Those with this ancient wisdom honored all of life and it’s prana, the light and life in which all organisms have.n This vital energy, your inner chi which flows through the element of water rushes through the veins of all body’s from humans to plants. With your breath and your senses learn to experience the unique properties sacred plants and flower oils. Now with the GDV device you can see theses essences come alive before your very eyes. Learn to be feel and allow them to consciously a liven your being. This is what making sense of your world means.
Alive your senses and feel the exchange and flow. Explore the bounty of creation. See life force energy come alive before your eyes.



Krishna Madappa, the garden alchemist, artfully crafts custom blends from the worlds most exotic essences. He can make a custom blend for you.

Activate your senses like the sages and artisans of days past.

Sacred Essence of Life from Taos, New Mexico by Krishna


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Taos, New Mexico, US
Ariana Verona Madappa