Savant

I was listening to NPR yesterday and they were interviewing a man that fell into a pool, got knocked out, and woke from his concussion a musical savant, having never played the piano in his life.  He said he can’t even read music, his brain just tells his fingers where they should go on the piano.

Well, another piece of life that so isn’t fair.  Christ almighty I wish that something like that happened to me after my brain injury.  What the hell?  All I got physically was a hole in my skull, a body full of muscles that don’t work right, a voice that was barely there for a few years, a dominant hand that shook to high heaven every time I tried to use it and took away my ability to write or hold a damn glass of water.  Oh, I also can’t run anymore, and could not walk well at all for the first few years.  Oh also, I had terrible PBA and couldn’t participate in a conversation.  And, twice a month I get TERRIBLE migraines that last for 3 days at a time and make me vomit.  Oh, and I want to sleep life away.  Oh, and nobody around me understood a damn thing or tried to understand.  Oh, and everything makes me dizzy.  I could say “Oh, and….” about 50 more times.

Boy, would I have loved to wake up with some inexplicable, incredible talent.  I read about a woman once that woke up after a stroke with the ability to speak another language.  That one would be cool, I wish I woke up being able to speak like 5 different languages.

Did anything like that happen to anyone?



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  1. Well… I didn’t speak with a new language exactly but when I couldn’t come up with the English word I seemed to come up with related Latin words left over from way too many science based classes. Made me sound absolutely nuts to most of the people In my world.

    “Dear… please pass the dicotyledons” (when I wanted peas at dinner)

  2. Prior to my stroke, I spoke Polish, afterward I found myself thinking in Polish; now my husband has leasrned several words and phrases so it’s a bit of a private language. I also made up words: for example “witliner’ was a particular type of shoe I wanted, so my poor family spent a lot of time looking for this shoe for me which of course did not exist. I too had PBA but it resolved itself with time.Although when I returned to my senior executive job after my stroke, it made things very interesting for a while.

    • Haha! I’m sure I made up a few words over the years. I’m so relieved I can work from home. The PBA wouldn’t let me work in an office. It’s very isolating.

  3. I ‘woke up’ (never lost consciousness…only gained) with a new profound love of my body, and a sincere desire to honor it. Cerebellum stroke May 2015.. with some residual stuff…mostly body heat dysregulation and equilibrium issues. I feel very blessed to only have that…

  4. I wish. As far as I can tell is that it let Tom ease up on the “no more pets” rule we’d agreed to, so I got my dog – the only good thing I got out of having a stroke. Oh, and … proof of Tom’s unconditional devotion. Oh, and… I got out of a very toxic work situation, something i’d Have never done on my own.

  5. The stroke got me out of a very toxic relationship, but I would have eventually done that on my own. Somehow, weirdly the stroke gave me the strength and confidence to do it sooner, which makes no sense.

    • Actually, Amy, that your stroke got you out of an unsuitable relationship makes perfect sense, because just as youngsters with endless energy who are the easiest to be abused by firms to work endless shifts for low salaries, we all did please anyone around us as long as we could, because who doesn’t want to be loved?

      I just recently managed to take a break from my non-understanding mother and sister and since then feel very liberated – something I could not have done if I would have been capable to please them all by working day and night.
      This might btw. be the reason why native American Indians were not used as slaves, but Africans were, because the Indians simply died – they could not do slave labor, because their soul didn’t allow it.

      A stroke (and for everyone else old age) will teach us to let go of an image which does impress others, but to confine our energy to what is essential for our SELF – not our desires self-IMAGE. (The self being the true you, like “know thyself” as the greeks said – the self-image being the more egotistical part which is more bound to success in society).
      Looking at it from this perspective a stroke even could be seen as the bliss of a forced accelerated inner evolution.

      Therefore, and because you also do Sodarshan Chakra Kriya, I think that you would be a most qualified person to write a great comforting piece on how your stroke did take away previous ego-clouds in order to enable you to see your true own identity (the one which is greeted with “Namaste” or called “Satnam”).
      Here are two materials you could implement in such an article:
      First an experience of a brain-scientist of her first hand experience of a stroke: https://youtu.be/UyyjU8fzEYU

      and secondly a beautiful song dedicated to exactly that aspect:
      To take away everything of the own ego, which inhibits access to the much more blissful divine which comes when we simply let go of all our own tiny concepts about what we wanted to be, how we wanted to look, etc….: https://youtu.be/jD5RptXVAh8 Har, har, mukandey!

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