In 2019, I painted, being super inspired, three or four paintings with a black lady on it. I had a whole lotta visions for that black lady. Happy childhood, two years as a prostitute escort, single mom, two kids, nunnery from 30s to 60s onwards, What is this black lady? A figment of my imagination? Me? BJG? Certainly such a tough rebirth seems more like my own than a rebirth as a 15th dalai lama! ah ah! From what I have had visions about, all my rebirths are tough like this one. The handicapped tamed crow, the crazy mongolian wolf chased by a hunter, the black lady etc. I have no idea if they are real visions or just crazed dreams. But the toughness of all my rebirths I seem to recognize as my trademark. The last 4 years have been very very self indulgent. Right now, I have it SUPER EASY. I really fear losing brian before I am the one who karks. That would be aweful.