Green Egg

The journey – the process – is all.

In June 1996 as part of the massage/body work I was doing with Dana Zia* she had a vision that in a past life I had been killed – beaten to death – as a witch by a mob that was my own community. This was not the only time I was killed as a witch or a priestess. See "My Burning Times" and "Deus Ex Machina". But she said that in dying I had encapsulated my knowledge in a seed and hidden it somewhere on my body. Right then and there we did a visualization process together – a kind of cosmic treasure hunt – while I looked for that seed in my body. A door opened up and I was in a long tunnel. I recognized the seed and the tunnel from all the paintings over the previous 14 months of vulvas, fallopian tubes, uteruses (uteri) and other aspects of the female body. Doing all those paintings, it was like I couldn't get enough of the search. Yet at the same time I couldn't get deep enough inside.

Thus was explained the search I had been undergoing for the previous year plus. I don't know that I ever found that green seed, at least not consciously, but it's almost like it has been slowly absorbed into my body - into my being - as I've moved along the path of self-discovery of past lives and knowledge stored and slowly recovered. Yet always there are hints that there is more. More to be unearthed....

Now, as I've been living with these paintings closely again redoing this website, it's come to me that there are several of later paintings with a figure, usually green, that is painted reaching up between the breasts. Perhaps this is the Green Seed sprouting - becoming something more...

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