no, you are right, i was not aware of keeney's research on the san; i will look it up.But he is still in DeNile about the research of Dr. Keeney! haha.
the cosmic egg is a widespread but not universal nor primordial mytheme.https://epdf.tips/american-shaman-an-odyssey-of-global-healing-traditions.html
“It has never been recorded,” Keeney answered patiently, in that tone of voice that indicated that he didn’t care if we believed him or not or that he wasn’t even sure he believed it. “No one ever knew this. It has never been recorded. And these are among the most researched anthropological groups in the world.” “Okay,” Jeffrey asked, “so what’s it mean? What’s the big deal about a broken ostrich egg, anyway?” “The Bushmen told me that it symbolizes that the ropes are open.” “The ropes?” This was getting more and more obtuse and complicated. Where the heck did ropes come in? “Yeah, ropes,” Keeney said patiently. “On all the rock art discovered in southern Africa—some of it the oldest known human What It Means to Be a Shaman drawings—the ancestors of the Bushmen depicted their spirit world by showing ropes to God, lines that shoot up from the shamans dancing to the spirit world in the sky.” (See Keeney, 2003a.) “Those are the vertical lines,” Jeffrey pointed out. “What’s with the red and green bands?” Pleased that he had been paying attention, Brad showed an appreciative grin. “The colored bands represent horizontal ropes. They told me that red typically means evil and green means good. The most powerful shamans can climb those ropes to meet God. It is through the dancing and shaking that this is possible.” Only some of this made sense to us, but we got the main thrust of the idea. Apparently, Keeney, this southern-bred preacher’s son from America, was visited in his dream by a symbolic ostrich egg, which only made sense to other African Bushmen who were the continent’s most powerful witchdoctors. And by telling his hosts about this dream, he was immediately accepted as one of them. Incredible!
The Bushmen believed instantly that Keeney was indeed one of them, a shaman chosen by the Big God. When many in the village lined up to be healed by him, to have him infuse their spirits with his own energy, they opened more than their hearts. Although the Bushmen have been studied by anthropologists more intensely and thoroughly than any other culture, one of the Bushman shamans confessed that no outsider ever has been experientially inside their most spirited healing dances. “The dances we show visitors,” the old Bushman said with a cackle, “are entirely for show. These people travel to our communities and they expect certain things. What they see in the dance is smooth and entertaining; it is usually not the dance of the Big Doctors.” Such a dance is jerky, chaotic, and often excruciatingly painful. The shamans are attempting to do no less than heat metal arrows and feel these burrow up through their feet, into their bellies, and up through the top of their heads, where sometimes smoke can be seen as the arrows exit toward the heavens. The dancers are in excruciating agony and ecstasy, writhing on the ground, needing to be held down lest they spin out of control or burn up from the internal fire. So Keeney was accepted among the Bushmen as a Big Doctor, a most powerful shaman, because of a dream he had, because of his stamina as a dancer, and, most important, because of his big American Shaman heart. He loves them and they know it.
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