Oh, But I Am Back...!
Sometimes, she’d question her sanity,
in a cold man-made world of un-reality.
‘She’ her-self ages ago, ceased to exist;
here, now, she’s found the voids twist.
Love or loathe her, she doesn’t care,
she has her original in sights to share.
Staying true to her heart, is the gold,
in surrender to cosmic vision of soul.
Creating her own portal of reserve,
tracing the ink in her veins words.
Finding more untapped powers,
beasts hidden have been devoured.
Monstrous doubts have been slayed,
as this Warrior Dragon paves the way.
True north, in her journey, she’s begun,
sparkling waves of radiance from the sun.
With a book and a magical quill on side,
more fantastical adventures she writes.
And on this day, she rests and has said,
‘Finally those old nightmares are dead’.
Weary of battles and being attacked,
she shouted ‘Oh, but now I am back’
With Dragon friends waving on side,
they told her ‘Now it is time to Ride’
Steering ships wheel. Standing at ease.
avast, dark clouds and stormy seas.
Victoria Healing ~ 5.4.2022.
Oh, But I Am Back
(¸.✵´(¸.•`✹ 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧!̲✹•***•
From caves and caverns and mountain streams,
I am the Spirit of the Dragon, she is me.
“I have learned to make beauty, from broken things. For I managed to teach myself how to fly, without wings.” -Little girl speak
DRAGON ~ If Dragon shows up, it means: You are emerging into a new phase of your life, one where you’ll be taking more risks and be more vulnerable, yet you are well protected. Stephen D Farmer ~ Animal Spirit Guides.
Roll up, roll up
under the dome of the Big Top.
Waiting in the wings,
the magic a circus brings.
At first glimpse of dawn,
you can hear them all.
The Circus has come to town,
rainbowed with juggling clowns.
Divers jump through hoops,
in a frenetic, frenzy of loops.
Adrenalin pulses in veins,
shaking head, hands raised.
Illusions of vast proportions,
whimsy, transfixed in caution.
Taking a collective breath,
not breaking this moment yet.
A wave of gasping, fills the air,
like winds across waters flare.
Stunning of bright spotlights,
uptempo of musical delights.
Tightrope walkers find a balance
in their concentration talents.
Ventriloquists, quietly take a bow,
as the performances end now.
Ceremonial Ringmaster calls time,
as cosmic acrobats have aligned.
Dancers curtsy and take their seats,
phenomenal extravaganza complete.
Time is slippery and seems to stop,
beckoning of creative desires, in Big Top.
clapping for artists of this magical show.
In the amphitheatre of her mind,
phantom performances refined.
There are no rules here,
just stop, listen in and hear.
Thanks to our blessed ‘Chaotic Witch’
turning on her inspired spelling switch.
It’s all just nonsense in the quiet times,
perhaps its clowns juggling with her mind.
Orders are made to be broken,
where originality is the token.
She could easily be, him, me or you,
when ‘overthinking’ is what we do.
Victoria Healing ~ 15.3.2022
Waiting in the Wings
'This is how a Chaos Witch’s mind works when spelling'
‘Outwardly there is chaos, inwardly a new world is stirring Listen to the heartbeat of the new ~ Sacred Dreams
Do You know a CHAOS WITCH?
A true chaotic Witch, values alone time, shiny trinkets and eating copious amounts of trashy snacks.They forget to respond to text messages and put tape over check-engine lights.
They drunk order online and are always delighted when the packages arrive, having completely forgotten what they ordered ~ Joan De-Art Studio
Scientists believe its to tell their mates they made it through the night as a way of saying “I’m still here” Maybe that’s why we sing too, why we create art~ as a way of saying ‘I made it, I’m still here’ ~ Jeff Goins
I’M STILL HERE
She bit her lip,
tipped her head and cried.
‘How much more can she take?’
There’s a buzz of chill in the air,
she says nothing, but I feel it there.
In the deep jungles of her mind,
shadows flicker and intertwine.
Where moments, stand still,
in the portals of her own will.
A step back from repetition,
where new ideas are hidden.
She has her own secret wishes,
beyond cleaning and washing dishes.
Within her dull silence and pace,
it was written, all over her face.
It’s a sad story, but its true,
this woman, could be me, or you.
Victoria Healing ~ 7.3.2022
I’m still here
Song Based Writing Prompt.
Put your favourite playlist on shuffle.
The first song explains the characters personality.
It’s that jitterbug,
that raps in your brain.
it won’t be tamed.
It’s like your mind,
is hip hopping with you.
Sometimes I worry,
it's all just boogaloo.
rock and roll in your head.
It jiggles you to things,
that boogie to be said.
Maybe I should pointe down,
from this listening in.
But I do so enjoy,
the chirography of writing it brings.
Victoria Healing ~ 1.3.2022.
Poetry to me, is like dancing in the dark, searching for the right words to describe my feelings’
This is your invitation from the Empress tarot card to remind you of your creative talents. You deserve to feel the sensual pleasures of nature and of nurturing yourself and those you love. The Empress is one of the Tarots happiest, most passionate cards.
‘Creativity enables us to lose ourself and find ourself at the same time’ ~ Thomas Merton
… and of course the question in your head;
‘Can you do this’?
Yes, you can!
Find yourself a quiet space, hunker down and play with your inspiration. It’s a journey navigated by the meandering of your imagination. Have an idea, but don’t judge don’t overthink the plot, because you can learn so much along the way.
Need some help?
A Spell of Creativity
My favourite art is the colour of March,
with quietude of mind and open heart.
Orange candle, illumination of the sun,
gives strength and ability to overcome.
Amethyst, Rose, Lavender and twigs,
invokes and protects creativity within.
‘The Empress’ of your genius smiles,
all creative expressions be compiled.
Embrace the alchemy that makes you unique,
use your own voice, in that which you seek.
With gratitude of blessings to come,
this uplifting incantation, will be done.
Victoria Healing ~ 2.3.2022
A Spell of Creativity
There are no coincidences. There IS an order in the universe and here is a key that can put your world into logical perspectives. Numbers are also synthesised with Tarot keys, planets and signs and decals of the zodiac.
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 ~ 18.104.22.1681
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
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.
“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?