Introduction: A Seizure That Feels Like God He used to call it the beautiful warning. Minutes, sometimes only seconds, before the storm took him, a wave would rise from somewhere behind the eyes, warm, luminous, unstoppable. The room would soften at its edges, colors deepening into something almost audible. Time loosened its grip. And then, unmistakably, the ecstatic aura would bloom, an inner sunrise that made ordinary perception feel like a half-remembered dream. “It’s the