I try to never let anyone take my photo and I never share the few I have. However, I finally caved in when I saw what it did for a photo of Brian. He posted three of them on his Facebook page.

When the late Harry Leo Duran, MD, PHD, MPH aka Vegas’s Notorious Doc died, Brian got to wear all of his $1,000 plus shoes and $35 a pair underwear, his watches, and his shirts and suits. He had once been a model. This photo flipped me out because he actually did this pose one night all dressed up in Harry’s suit jacket – the pants didn’t fit – Harry had VERY short legs. Alas, what happened after that is a book in and of itself.

So, I uploaded a faded photo taken on a hot steamy August afternoon in Hong Kong in 1987 as I was about to get on a sampan in the South China Sea. And the results flipped me out. The first one is so uncanny I can’t stop starring at it. That was MY hairstyle for years and years. That was the way I looked in photos and in the mirror and in reflected surfaces. The others are what I would have looked like had I gotten into modeling.

I met Cheryl Rae Tiegs’s father at a Holiday Inn swimming pool in Hays, Kansas in 1970. I always got her mixed up later in my memory with Christy Brinkley. Cheryl was on the cover of a lot of magazines and would end up on Cover Girl. Her father studied me for a few minutes while we were chatting. I was in the only one in the pool and he was the only one in a pool chair. My parents were in our room. I always went swimming by myself so it was not usual. Mr. Tiegs remarked that I had the same looks as his daughter and could be just as famous but the more he studied me, he said that I would not like the business at all. I was too fiercely independent and would not like being treated like a mannequin despite the income.

I had been a model for clothes for toddlers when I was two and three. My mom said I hated it despite earning a lot of money and being in ads in the New York newspapers.

So, this is what AI did to my photo. I am sharing these because Sadhguru said you should never let anyone have a photo of you. These are AI versions of me. It’s my image, and possibly something akin to my energy. It’s hard to say. The do give off a vibration.

I NEVER found a hat that fit – not ever. My head is rather small. Would have loved a hat like this.

I would NEVER EVER get a tatoo. Entities can enter through any break in the skin and to put an image on your body binds you to a spirit. This looks far too daring for me. And my breasts were larger than the body in this AI image. I did wear some odd watches over the years. Ones for hikers mostly. Harry destroyed ALL my watches. Used to yank them off my wrist. I stopped wearing any kind of dangle earring or jewelry because he would yank any adornment of me during a rage attack. I feared letting my hair grow for that reason. He would drag me by hair across a room.

I studied Western saddle and English saddle and dressage. It was during a lesson when my instructor’s horse bit the horse she had me rent that I injured my back. She had me practicing puling my knees up and spinning around in a circle on my horse on my butt. The horse only had a bridle and no saddle if you can picture that. I got pitched off in mind “twirl” onto a fence rail and years later had to have lumbar 5 surgery. Three other discs were injured, but the neurosurgeon didn’t fix them.

I used to go riding with the later Tricia Haertlein on the Malcolm Forbes estate in New Jersey. Wish I had these outfits at the time. After i started ice skating on a daily basis and training for a competition, I toned up and was a perfect size 8 for years. And then my back gave out. I was misdiagnosed for 17 years and it was only when I couldn’t take the pain anymore they ordered an MRI and discovered I was going to be paralyzed unless I had emergency surgery. I loathe the medical profession. LOATHE it.

I actually got a bit toooo thin for a brief stint in 1981 and this AI version portrays that look which really freaked me out because I didn’t have any photos taken during that time.

My hair is slowly slowly SLOWLY turning grey. This is a cute look though if I were still 34 years old.

So, unless i HAVE to promote my Tell All Book as an author and appear on a book cover or on a TV show or in Zoom, this is it. I do not share photos and I avoid cameras. Many tribal people feared cameras.

But if you must ask, watch Sadhguru explain why you do not share you photos.