Elizabeth looking like the Shaman she was, taking in the sunset on Peconic
Bay. That bay that she loved so much, where we sunned and swam so many years
and times together. With her my daughter Lisa and grandson Matthew taken Summer of
ELIZABETH'S LAST PHOTO OF ME, ON HER LAST SHOOT ON MY
BEACH, SEPTEMBER 25, 2004
She would be shocked to see what I
did to it, but as it was, it is not very flattering. What is most important is
to note that her shadow is mirrored on my body, creating a heart shaped
spot. I feel we merged, she as the shadow she become, and I still in my body.
We remain united by this image, as the loving soul friends we were. In the 20
years she photographed me, this never happened before.
I would never see her again, thought
she would master her breast cancer, thought she was indomitable. I picked up
this set pictures in Germany on November 9th, the day, almost the hour she
transcended, the pictures appeared to be developed very dark and I had a
terrible shock when I saw them. I knew intuitively this was the last set she
would ever take. She had died almost at that moment, I found out a few hours
later. These photos were not her best work, she was not at her best, but still
amazingly functional and vital. I could never have guessed that she would die 5 weeks later.
I was told by those dear friends who
were with her, that at the moment of her passing, that the room temperature
increased so much, the heat become so overwhelming, that they had to open the
windows for relief. She must have really amped up the energy as she left her
body to go
home, just like a rocket heading into space. I dreamt of her in early December
04 and she looked her wonderful self, vital and alive. The dream was so
intense and real, that in it I got confused, and thought how is it possible?
We made a mistake, she can't be cremated. She was just letting me know that
she was OK, just as so many of our dear departed do, through the dream state.
Below one of the most magical photos she took of me,
taken January 1995 for the CD cover of my meditations published by Bauer
Verlag, taken from my book "Vom Herzen durch die Hande. (From the Heart
through the Hands)
Elizabeth said that the light around my head, the
yellow glow around the earrings was the vibration of my Buddhic body. It was
January and as usual we were outdoors overlooking the Peconic, it was freezing
and I had a down coat on under the scarf. The magic of Elizabeth's
photography, her particular gift, was that she tuned into the highest aspect
of the individual she was photographing, catching them at their finest, and
recording this image on film. We think that the camera takes the photo, but
actually the photographer imprints his/her vision of the person onto the film.
The images Elizabeth imprinted for her clients were like meditative icons to
remind them of who they truly were. They were elevating and healing.