But way down the road, years later there I am in Egypt in the midst of the mayhem that transpired in my perosnal life, a very challenging time. I had been working on a handmade book for an international book-art exhibit, "SIN" was its theme. I had a lot to say about the subject!
Late in the evening I had just about finished this massive book I had made.
Standing over it, straddling it on one of its pages there, not in the perihery almost in the center arose out of the matrix of the paint was the face of one who had attacked me sexually, a supposed friend.
I had applied the paint but certainly NOT this image!
It was an exact likeness!
I could have not with clear intention painted him so precisely. Even the way he stood and held his arms characteristically, fists on his hips. The dark circles of the eyes, the menacing personality I could not detect in him in real time was clearly all there.
A wave of incredibility zoomed up from the floor where the book was lying straight to my head recognizing this person.
There this "demon" was confonting me again.
How Ironic,I had painted it...but I did not paint this!
Suddenly that lesson from my ealy art instruction instintaneously crashed back into existence in that flash.
It came as a sign to me, a life lesson not only a creative lesson.
With a sense of discernment pay attention to an inner guidance, your senses of knowing to look closely at how one appears, the feel or sense of a person, the energy they exude.