During my most intense seizures, and for a week or so afterwards, this feeling of precognition becomes so pervasive that I routinely struggle to discern the difference between lived events and dreams, between memories, hallucinations and the products of my imagination. “I feel,” said another, “in some strange place.”īy far the most significant trait of my aura is the striking sense of having lived through that precise moment before at some point in the past – even though I never have. “Old scenes revert,” one patient told him.
Pioneering English neurologist John Hughlings Jackson was the first to define the epileptic aura, observing in 1898 that its hallmarks included vivid memory-like hallucinations, often alongside the feeling of déjà vu. My own aren’t nearly as exciting-sounding, being distinguished by sudden shifts in perspective, a rapidly increased heart rate, anxiety, and the occasional auditory hallucination. Some people experience synaesthesia, extreme euphoria and even orgasm at the onset of a seizure.
The nature of this aura differs greatly from patient to patient. They are usually preceded by something called an ‘aura’, a sort of minor foreshock lasting anything up to a couple of minutes before the main event begins. Seizures, or fits, occur after an unanticipated electrical discharge in the brain. He saw a newborn baby as a kind of empty ledger, one that is gradually filled as the child grows and accumulates knowledge and experience. One of the most fundamental doctrines of Western philosophy was established by Aristotle. What I was experiencing was an extreme form of a very common mental illusion: déjà vu. The problem was that it never actually happened. It was a pleasant and extremely vivid recollection. I felt warm sunlight on the back of my neck and watched as birds wheeled and floated above me. I could hear the sway of the wheat ears as a gentle breeze brushed through them. The people around me vanished and I found myself lying on a tartan picnic blanket amid a field of high golden wheat. I was lounging under a tree in a packed east London park when I experienced a sudden feeling of vertigo, followed immediately by an overwhelming and intense sense of familiarity. One drab afternoon a few years ago something very unusual happened to me.
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