Behind the Scenes
We’ve laughed, gasped, smiled and cried;
looking at life through his cinematic eyes.
We, suspended of our humdrum beliefs,
as iconic instants, of magic he tweaks.
Looking through the mirror, in his eyes,
pursuing sharks, soldiers, aliens and spies.
Steven Spielberg has that dyslexic gift,
he recognises things, that others miss.
A puff of thought, an eye steering trace,
precise tuning in, to plot; lights of space.
Pan over there, ‘Who’s calling out’
tilt down, ‘What this movie is all about’
A point of thought, all images in view,
as each camera angle, is zoomed true.
He’s in their mind, he’s in their soul,
planning directions of scenes to flow.
Spatial awareness, ‘presence’ is his key,
aware of surroundings and their relativity.
Location, distance and personal space,
a master of moods and emotions in face.
Victoria Healing~ 17.12.2021
Behind The Scenes
Life with learning differences
Steven Spielberg was diagnosed with dyslexia in his 60s. Teachers thought he was lazy, he was bullied by students. He said finding out as an adult he has dyslexia was “the last puzzle piece to a great mystery that I’ve kept to myself.”
Unkempt children with dirty feet,
weary peasants, plodding streets.
Weathered hands and pallid faces,
living on faith, in dowdiest of places.
Concern flickered in his attentive eyes,
wishing to paint ‘lives’ in their true light.
An inspired, sensitive and visionary man,
the power of his heart, held in his hands.
Words of colour, stroked from his brush,
immersed in nature, an emotional must.
A palette betwixt the colourful and dark,
an ingenious master in the tender of art.
Illuminate paints, in quest to understand,
infinity of life in Gods magnificent lands.
Casting artful eyes over natures scenery,
sensing the harmony, of universe clearly.
Breathing the frequency of existence into air,
time was stilled, portrayed in magical flares.
Forward thinking and a way ahead of time,
colouring enthusiasm between his lines.
Painting coloured words, to what he saw,
influenced by Charles Dickens, gift to poor.
The passion of his starry eyed expression,
were epileptic traits of spiritual impressions.
Laden with creations, meaningful treasures,
awe inspiring legacies, akin to your pleasures.
Victoria Healing ~ 22.214.171.1241
Vincent van Gogh absolutely loved Charles Dickens
Vincent wanted to “Paint what Dickens had done with his words”
Van Gogh was an avid reader and admirer of Charles Dickens. He remained devoted to the Victorian author throughout his life.
In a letter to his brother Theo, Vincent wrote of his ‘Irresistible passion for books’ and that the study of literature was as essential to him as his daily bread. Van Gogh created albums for his family and friends, containing poems and prose he selected himself.
Vincent collected images of everything that appealed to him, pretty much like his own Pinterest.
Similarities in the personality traits of famous people who have epilepsy.
Would it be a ‘coincidence’ that both Vincent van Gogh and Charles Dickens both had epilepsy and were obsessive artists and writers? They each had the typical clingy emotional personality and were fascinated with spirituality and religion
“It is required of every man’ the ghost returned,
‘That the spirit within him, should walk abroad among his fellow man and travel far and wide and if the spirit goes not forth in life, it is condemned to do so after death’
~ Charles DickensTHE GHOST WHISPERER
With magical quill, he spelled dreams,
in a dark world, as bleak as it seemed.
In black and sodden, cobbled streets,
raggedy children, shuffled on bare feet.
The smells of neglect and overcrowding,
shadows flicker, loomed, overpowering.
Polluted with poverty, grunge and grime,
the hungry gaze of dull, feverish eyes.
Gusts of wind, rattled on broken panes,
swiping smoke off braziers, fiery flames.
In the smut of Victoria's, industrial era,
many, lived in poverty, scarcity and fear.
The derelict, invisible, trapped bones,
in desolation, the homeless all roamed.
Great Expectations, were to be had,
when he penned the good, in the bad.
A true alchemist, of generous and kind,
wandering about London’s slum’s at night.
The tired bodies slumped against walls,
wrapped in filthy blankets and shawls.
He wrote about each one with humility,
offering hopes from squalor into dignity.
Where their aspirations, could be real,
freed from the aristocrats, pitiless deals.
Ghost hunter, hypnotist, wannabe magician,
with caring heart, penned of epileptic vision.
Bringing joy and benevolence to the sad,
stressing the wrong, in moral evils of bad.
Invoking spirits of past, future and present,
Charles Dickens taught the miserly a lesson.
‘A Christmas Carol’ published for the greedy,
jangled in changes, for charity of the needy.
More than a century after Dickens has gone,
his empathetic, parables are still passed on.
A wordsmith who seized our imagination,
wringing the hearts, of each new generation.
Victoria Healing ~ 4.12.2021
THE GHOST WHISPERER
“I will honour Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all the year.” ~ Charles Dickens
“We walk by faith, not by sight.” -- Paul the Apostle
There is a sacred divinity within us all,
a still, small voice of tenderness; calls.
It’s in our ‘hearts, soul and understanding,
our spiritual desires, evermore entrancing.
It’s a longing, we are all yearning to find,
with devout prayer and meditative mind.
It’s in the psyche, the magic, the mystery,
an insightful zone, uplifting to perceive.
The truth is, ‘In’ there, it is not with out,
a silence, you will hear, as it may shout.
In ancient times, it was known as a gift,
whereas today, that seems to contradict?
Originally, known as, sacred and divine,
now known as evil, distorted over time.
What, why, when, where did this change,
into the demonic and dread fully strange.
Hidden in plain sight, the truth is ‘in’ there,
It’s been written in the bible, to be fair.
From Ezeikel, Paul to Teresa of Avila,
their epilepsy gifts were written so clear.
Links with epilepsy and religion hold a key,
so what has changed in our neuro-theology?
Those ghastly myths and misconceptions,
were caused by clueless, secular projections.
Condemnation, is the mistaking of the past,
the knowledge of science, should now hold. Fast.
Victoria Healing ~ 27.11.2021
The Truth is “In” There
‘All things must come to the soul from its roots, from where it is planted’.
‘These ancient stories of epilepsy and spirit possession seem to develop from the Old Testament which later developed into the New Testament However, the study of religious and spiritual symptoms in epilepsy have received relatively little clinical and scientific attention. ~ Gnostic Warrior
There is a long-standing notion that epilepsy and religion are linked, and it has been speculated that many religious figures had temporal lobe epilepsy.
“What you see and what you hear depends a great deal on where you are standing. It also depends on what sort of person you are.” ~ Lewis Carroll
SOLDIER OF LIGHT
heard ‘The Voice’ calling out her name,
most thought, ‘that’ was crazy or insane.
Wait! ‘Was the speaker, inside or out?’
that definitive, communion shout.
‘She’ was like Harriet Tubman or Alice,
would she still have taken that challenge?
Alice, trained in questioning of the hare,
and Harriet guiding her people, to be fair.
‘She’d’ known what had to be done,
that she was to be the chosen one.
A pretty, androgynous sort of chick,
what she did, was groovy and hip.
‘Her’ habit of wearing men’s clothes,
a mortal sin, back then, I suppose.
‘Her’ hairstyle neither feminine or girly,
a neat bob, instead of long and curly.
‘She’ who was courageous and true,
not giving a flick about others views.
‘She' walked a faithful, trusted path,
how inspirational and visionary is that?
‘She’ hadn’t been disturbed or afraid,
believing she had to give, what she gave.
‘She’ a crusader and a soldier of light,
a messenger, motivating and bright,
Some were boggled out of their mind,
yet, following to see, what she’d find.
It was a brutally rigged inquisition,
thereafter, the success of their mission.
It was a shock and revelation to learn,
the clerics called her a ‘witch’ to burn.
She, an exemplar of unshakeable faith,
her courage, meant battles were saved.
Military leader, champion for France,
was it epilepsy, luck or circumstance?
Joan of Arc, a kid, a heroine, a leader,
why did the world not believe in her?
How did she do it, do you know?
perhaps, God DID tell her, so
Victoria Healing ~ 25.11.2021
ON GOD’S ORDERS
‘One life is all we have and we live it as we believe in living it. But to sacrifice what you are and to live without belief, that is a fate more terrible than dying’
St Joan of Arc was a French teenage girl who, after having divine visions, led an army to victory over the English before being captured, tried, and famously burned at the stake. She was canonised in 1920.
‘Although many believe Joan’s visions were epilepsy, the only way to be sure would be to test the DNA found in a strand of her hair. The only problem is that this strand of hair has yet to be found’ ~ Women of Grace
“Every great dream begins with a dreamer. Always remember, you have within you the strength, the patience, and the passion to reach for the stars, to change the world.” ― Harriet Tubman
Soldier, saint, hero and spy,
a promise made, ‘to do or die’
In liberation of legacy now left,
as she herself, had truly kept.
Spirited, inspirational and brave,
multitudes, in her life she’s saved.
Under the dark shadows of night,
courageous and brave in her fight.
Guided by ‘Polaris’ the Northern star,
shepherding, her enslaved people far.
She had ‘Eyes in the back of her head’
is what those folk, who knew her, said.
A true disciple and warrior devotee,
hearing God’s true words consistently.
Never one to run away, or back down,
leading the oppressed to higher ground.
A promise that she had made,
to ‘free all persecuted slaves’.
Her God given faith and visions,
served to guide her on missions.
A blessing of temporal lobe epilepsy,
to trust and believe in divine spirituality
Harriet Tubman absolutely fulfilled her vow,
look back on her legendary life story now. S
Victoria Healing ~ 24.11.2021
‘I was conductor of the underground railroad for eight years and I can say what most conductors can’t say, I never ran my train off the track and I never lost a passenger’ ~ Harriet Tubman
Epilepsy and Spiritual States
Epilepsy was associated religious fervour since the time of Hippocrates. Some believed that the visions and deep spiritual experiences of several famous prophets, including Ezekiel, Buddha, Mohammed, and Joan of Arc, were in fact epileptic in origin.
DON’T. F A L L FOR IT
N.n.n.n.n.no! he stuttered,
I don’t think so,
this perversion has to go.
In the chronicles of Victorian times,
photo’s of nude children, were fine.
Curiously some assumptions began,
from a wannabe psycho analyst man.
There is no evidence to presume,
Lewis Carroll was a deviant of abuse.
Guesswork and conjecture, runs rife,
however, he was big hearted and nice.
His adoration and affection of child,
doesn’t imply that he had defiled.
I believe, ‘Goldschmidt’ was confused,
in 1933 he hoped for sensational news.
That smear campaign of slander,
has continued on with propaganda.
Tall stories have eventuated from books,
that psilocybin and hookah was mistook.
It’s clear, that, our epileptic genius; Mr Carroll,
wrote about seizures, seen from rabbit hole.
Nothing factual has ever been approved,
however, I object, that he is being accused.
Don’t go falling for that jumbled up hype,
‘Alice through the looking Glass’
was noted for your delight.
How do I know?
Because I have temporal lobe epilepsy
and this is, how it feels, so!
Victoria Healing ~ 21.11.2021
A L I C E I N W O N D E R L A N D
“I’m not crazy, my reality is different than yours” ~ Lewis Carroll
Image: Disney Alice
November is epilepsy awareness month (Day 22)
STOP THE STIGMA
‘According to Neurologist Paul Spiers: Lewis Carroll was probably writing about his temporal lobe seizures. The very sensation initiating Alice’s adventures ~ That of falling down a hole ~ is described in seizures by people with TLE.
Alice has frequent attacks of jamais vu which make her spatially insecure and she has sudden unprompted changes in emotions’ (P. 69-70)
‘The Hypergraphia of Lewis Carroll, van Gogh, Tennyson and Dostoevsky is well documented’ (P. 134)
There are many successful authors, artists, musician’s and creative people who have had epilepsy.Lewis Carroll, Vincent Van Gogh, to name a few and they all had an enormous creative drive.
In 1945, Florence Becker Lennon advanced the case that Dodgson had had an unhealthy attraction to Alice with Victoria Through the Looking Glass, the first modern critical biography of him as speculation.
STARS IN MIND
Rich lapis blues and sunbeam golds,
rivers of universe, curling in scrolls.
Whirlpools of passions immersed,
celestial air curves, harmonic swirls.
A cosmic orchestra of mystical lights,
eddy’s and swirls of colourful delights.
Aligned within creation of human origin,
looking out, a fusion, as infinity within.
Circles, rings, immersed in white codes,
amongst greens, violets, pink and golds.
Melding of all polarities, returning to one,
the seeing senses, to be reflected upon.
More alive and multicoloured than sky,
wanting to share what he saw with eyes.
Having the world of time in his hands,
pondering impressions of French lands.
There were great movements at work,
currents of dashed air, he could twerk.
Brushes and easel tucked under arm,
he had that kind of other worldly charm.
His face was gaunt, elongated and slim,
focused in stare, with beard all trimmed.
Galaxy of dreams within his twilight eyes,
musical rhapsodies, of mystical sighs.
Emerged in the illusion of being alone,
as dimensional octaves were atoned.
His sacrifices both harsh and immense,
the purity of his innocence, ultra intense.
Poetically expressing earth to whisked sky,
famed for the brush strokes in Starry Night.
His striking angular asymmetry of face,
was the visible sign of his epileptic grace.
Some had called him mad, others a God,
our luminary artist, was Vincent van Gogh.
Victoria Healing ~ 22.11.2021
Stars in Mind
“God is a comedian, playing to an audience that’s afraid to laugh.” Voltaire
The religious meaning behind this painting has to do with a letter that Vincent had written some time before. In the letter Vincent wrote he described:
“A great starlit vault of heaven.. one can only call God.”
This is the original ‘Starry Sky’
“At present I absolutely want to paint a starry sky. It often seems to me that night is still more richly coloured than the day; having hues of the most intense violets, blues and greens. If only you pay attention to it you will see that certain stars are lemon-yellow, others pink or a green, blue and forget-me-not brilliance. And without my expatiating on this theme it is obvious that putting little white dots on the blue-black is not enough to paint a starry sky.” ~ Vincent van Gogh
‘This seemingly abstract view is actually truer than mere words can convey’
“Years of love have been forgot, In the hatred of a minute.”
― Edgar Allan Poe
THE LAST LAUGH
She looked them up and read them down,
his ‘Tell Tale Heart’ has made her frown.
From ‘Pit and Pendulum” to ‘Dreams’
Edgar Allen Poe’s life, wasn’t as it seemed.
Famed for the grotesque and horrifying,
but his passion was comedy, underlying.
Poems, puzzles, flipping before her eyes,
each sweeping her face, with morbid sighs.
All bearing the same sad lonely message,
poor Edgar never held his family blessings.
A dimly drawn figure with a huge head,
mad, crazy eyes, some critic had said.
Carefully placing his brilliant poetry down,
sad and forlorn of his fate, now renowned.
Misunderstood and he can’t answer back,
that history painted Poe, a ruffian, black.
Griswold, the rumour monger did an evil job,
maligning Mr Poe, for his own ego and a few Bob.
Defamed and accused of being a drunk,
Rufus’s memoirs are a humbug of old junk.
Character assassination is never forgiven,
Griswold, the editors, guilt of swindling.
Was there a love triangle, a romantic twist,
chronicles filling the blanks of mislaid bits?
Our father of detectives, a rapper of crime,
called for investigation in riddles of rhymes.
It was all a bit too much for her nerves,
history misjudging the ‘gift’ of Poe words.
‘Nevermore’ now, truth has been written,
Epilepsy was his talent and all be fitting.
Misunderstood, judged and undermined.
the truth of Poes gift is now stigma defined.
Victoria Healing ~ 17.11.2021
THE LAST WORDS
Edgar Allan Poe’s famous last words were reported to have been
“Lord help my poor soul.” (Reynolds)
‘Edgar Allan Poe truly is a genius, his unique distinct imagination and quirky obsessions gave birth to some of the iconic legendary classic stories we still read to this day. It is strange how his real life passing is like the characters from his world. Wonder what caused it and on Halloween too’ ~ Unknown
“If you wish to forget anything on the spot, make a note that
this thing is to be remembered.” ~ Edgar Allen Poe — (from “Marginalia,” 1844).
Poe was able to use creative genius and experiences from epilepsy to create memorable tales and poignant poems.
This is your monthly reminder that in Numerology November represents (Master number) ’Eleven’
Meaning: The Spiritual Messenger. Sensitive. Dreamy. It is creative and magnetic, a beacon of wisdom and hope.
Edgar Allan Poe is an excellent example of his birth path ’Eleven’
Edgar Allan Poe was born on 19th January, 1809. Influential American writer who is best known for his brilliance in poetry and short stories, particularly his horrifying tales of the macabre. Wikipedia Poe unfortunately met his demise at the age of 40, when he died under ‘mysterious’ circumstances at Washington Medical Hospital in Baltimore.
In Numerology: Edgar’ birthdate 19.1.1809 adds up to his life path 29/11
Meaning: ~ The Spiritual Messenger. Wisdom. Light. Individualist.
Endowed with the vision and foresight necessary to look beyond the ordinary world and see the uses for his many talents. This energy would have drawn him to unreliable friends, which could become testing situations. Poe should have learned the art of cooperation since he liked to have the last word.
~ Numerology & The Divine Triangle.
Poe’s poems have been memorised and recited by millions. Among his best-loved works are “The Raven” with its hypnotic chant of “nevermore”
Poe’ numerology chart has a touch of irony about it. Although best known for his gruesome storytelling, there was another humorous side to him, that has been lost to us. He loved puns and silly names. An example of this is when he wrote: “The Literary Life of Thingum Bob” who was a humourless publisher and gloomy character. It has been suggested, by chance, that Poe and his own publisher ‘Rufus Wilmot Griswold’ had, had a mutual dislike for each other.
WHO HAD THE LAST WORD?
Edgar Allan Poe’s reputation was unjustly dragged through the mud by his Griswold. After Edgar’ death, Griswold wrote an obituary in the New-York Daily Tribune under the name of “Ludwig.” In it, he seriously undermined Poe’s reputation. The long years of resentment revealed themselves, when Griswold published a defamatory biographical sketch titled:“Memoir of the Author.”where Griswold made false claims about Poe’s character, which has damaged Edgar’s reputation, even up to this day.
“Believe nothing you hear, and only one half that you see.”
― Edgar Allan Poe
Illustration by Abigail Larson
November is Epilepsy Awareness Month.
What do Edgar Allan Poe, Charles Dickens, Feodor Dostoevsky, Lewis Carroll and Agatha Christie have in common?