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My Egypt, original oil on canvas, 24x24, 1981
Private Collection of John Manning
I Had A Dream
In 1976, just after my father passed, I had a dream that I had met myself during an initiation of the ancient ones of Egypt.
Cleansed I was from head to foot this young girl with the dark hair that wore the memory of the patchouli oil.
In the centre of the big pyramid, where the light of the full moon shone it's luminous rays through the passage, I witnessed the approach of the most handsome and very young King.
He had been prepared and cleansed as I for this very special moment of initiation.
Bare, our awareness humbled our existence
I trembled, he trembled
What was expected to unfold was for all of eternity.
The senses were alive yet thought was no more.
We entered each other physically, spiritually, mentally and emotionally.
When I looked into the King's eyes,
I saw myself in him.
We had become One
Male and female, equally beautiful, complete and fully conscious of the beingness in