“I…. Am…. A Man!”

Joseph Carey Merrick, a.k.a. “The Elephant Man”.

On August 5,1862, Joseph Carey Merrick (who was often incorrectly referred to as John Merrick) was born in Leicester, England. His parents were Joseph Rockley Merrick and Mary Jane Merrick. During his early years in life, Joseph Carey began to suffer from extreme facial and body deformities. He appeared to have thick and lumpy skin. His lips became rather enlarged, and a bony lump started to grow on his forehead. One arm and both feet also grew to be enlarged and during his childhood he had fallen, damaging his left hip which caused him permanent lameness.

At the age of only eleven years old, Joseph Carey’s mother passed away. The cause of her death was bronchopneumonia. His father remarried not long after. Wrongly, he and his new wife rejected Joseph, treating him like an outcast. Joseph Carey was forced to leave home, finding shelter at the residence of his uncle, Charles Merrick.

At thirteen years old, Joseph gained employment working at Freeman’s Cigar Factory in Leicester. And then, in December 1879, at seventeen years of age, he joined the Leicester Union Workhouse. A few years later in 1884, Joseph got in contact with Sam Torr who was a showman. Joseph suggested that Sam should put Joseph up as an exhibit because of his unusual deformities.

Torr agreed on the proposition and along with a group of men who managed Joseph, they came up with Joseph’s exhibit’s name of “The Elephant Man”. After touring for some time, Joseph made a trip to London to be put on exhibit in a penny gaff located on Whitechapel Road which was rented by Tom Norman who was also a showman. Norman’s shop was located right across the street from the London Hospital.

Frederick Treves, who was a surgeon from the hospital, visited Norman’s shop. Dr. Treves automatically showed interest in Joseph Carey Merrick. The doctor invited Joseph to the hospital to be examined and photographed. This made Joseph feel uncomfortable, like an animal, and he refused to return to the London Hospital. This angered Dr. Treves and oddly enough, Norman’s shop was closed by local authorities. Upset by it all, Joseph decided to seek another opportunity elsewhere and joined a gentleman by the name of Sam Roper who owned a traveling circus that toured throughout Europe.

As time went on, Joseph was unfortunately robbed in Belgium, abandoned in Brussels, and finally made his way back to the London Hospital. Dr. Treves allowed Joseph to stay the remainder of his life at the hospital, free room and board. With daily visits from Dr. Treves, the two men quickly formed a remarkable friendship. Even the wealthy elite, including Alexandra, Princess of Wales visited Joseph.

And then, on April 11, 1890, Joseph Carey Merrick sadly died at the age of twenty-seven years old of asphyxia which is a condition where the body is seriously deprived of oxygen. It was believed that he was awake, attempting to get up from his bed just prior to his death. He was found stretched across his bed with a dislocated neck. Perhaps the weight of his head was too much for his neck to support. His skeletal remains can be found on display in the Royal London Hospital, which is a large educational facility in London, England.

It’s said that one of Joseph Carey Merrick’s favorite poems was:

“Tis true my form is something odd,                                                                               but blaming me is blaming God.                                                                                Could I create myself anew,                                                                                               I would not fail in pleasing you.

If I could reach from pole to pole                                                                                      or grasp the ocean with a span,                                                                                         I would be measured by the soul.                                                                                 The mind’s the standard of the man.”

 

 

“I am not an animal! I am a human being! I … am … a man!” ~ Joseph Carey Merrick, a.k.a. “The Elephant Man”.

 

 

 

 

Get a copy of my novel, The Spirit Within on Amazon!

~ Sheila Renee Parker on Twitter: @sheilarparker.

~ Sheila Renee Parker on Facebook: Sheila Renee Parker – Author

~ Sheila Renee Parker on Instagram: @sheilareneeparker

~ Art by Sheila Renee Parker available at: https://fineartamerica.com/profiles/sheilarenee-parker.html

~ Sheila Renee Parker on YouTube: Sheila Renee Parker

 

 

 

 

Here is the artwork that I created in honor of Joseph Carey Merrick simply titled, “The Elephant Man”. Prints, pillows, blankets and even stationary…. available only at Fine Art America!

(“The Elephant Man” ~ by Sheila Renee Parker. Prints, tote bags, coffee mugs and so much more available only at https://fineartamerica.com/featured/the-elephant-man-sheila-renee-parker.html!)

 

Advertisements

A Board Known As The Ouija

The night was calm, dark and still. To this day, I remember it extremely well. However, many a year ago, it was a Saturday, a horror story of bold. Two other girls and I, together we were three, collected around a board known as the Ouija. Slowly, we placed our fingertips upon a small piece of wood called the planchette, dreading impending moments of regret, with fears of memories we wouldn’t forget.

With bated breath we deeply inhaled, then proceeded to ask things in great detail. For with the hereafter we wanted to converse, in a series of questions that were unrehearsed, like “is there anyone here?” and “how did you die?”. Then seconds later we got a reply. As scary as it was we were told “yes”. One simple word that made us become speechless. For we weren’t the ones who had replied, it was quite obvious by the fear in our eyes.

We continued with questions of more and we were answered with terror galore. With whom we had reached from the other side, was trying to come through with nothing to hide. Their answers were clear and their actions then too, for they were knocking over candles in the adjoining room. A room unoccupied with only a dim glow except for the entity’s unwanted show. Their presence was felt with heavy intent and we three girls were starting to resent unleashing this darkness that wasn’t fervent.

We stopped that night all due to fright and quickly put the board away locked up and tight. Our hearts raced without skipping a beat from what we had just witnessed that made the facts concrete. And even though it’s been so many years since that night with the swelling of tears, never again in front of me has there ever been another board known as the Ouija.

 

(A poem by Sheila Renee Parker inspired by one of her actual                                                                         paranormal experiences.)

 

 

 

 

Get a copy of my novel, The Spirit Within on Amazon!

~ Sheila Renee Parker on Twitter: @sheilarparker.

~ Sheila Renee Parker on Facebook: Sheila Renee Parker – Author

~ Sheila Renee Parker on Instagram: @sheilareneeparker

~ Art by Sheila Renee Parker available at: https://fineartamerica.com/profiles/sheilarenee-parker.html

 

 

 

 

 

“Cryptic Beauty”

Child of Light,
Daughter of Darkness,
take heed my beckon call.

Bring forth your sorrow
and cast out your shame.
Look upon your shadow
lay barren on the wall.

Hear the whispers of the midnight hour
and taste the crimson nectar
so sweet, never sour.

Embrace that which you hold so dear.
Even though to many it may bring fear.
Spread out your wings and soon take flight,
for this my darling, is your rightful night.

 

(~ poem by Sheila Renee Parker)

 

 

 

 

Get a copy of my novel, The Spirit Within on Amazon!

~ Sheila Renee Parker on Twitter: @sheilarparker.

~ Sheila Renee Parker on Facebook: Sheila Renee Parker – Author

~ Sheila Renee Parker on Instagram: @sheilareneeparker

~ Art by Sheila Renee Parker available at: https://fineartamerica.com/profiles/sheilarenee-parker.html

 

 

 

 

(A poem by Sheila Renee Parker.)

 

 

One, Two, Three, Four… And Here’s To Many, Many More!!!

OMGosh…. Can you believe it?! At the end of this month will be four years since I created this site! Where has all the time gone? So many wonderful things have happened! I’ve had the awesome opportunity to meet tons of fascinating people, make amazing new friends and have had the honor to be a very special part in some pretty fantastic events! Last September I was a vendor at the Gulf Coast ParaCon in Biloxi, Mississippi. In November I attended the Paranormal Diaries Film Event in Sauk Centre, Minnesota and just this past weekend I was a vendor at the Society of Supernatural Convention in Wheeling, West Virginia (An upcoming article with photos about this trip will be published soon…. 😉 ).

And…. another event this coming November in New Orleans. Be sure to stay tuned for details about that one…. super exciting!!! Also, a quick SHOUT OUT to each and every single radio show that I’ve had the absolute honor to be a guest on!

All the while, staying busy working on my next novel and writing articles that you say you love! It is always such a pleasure receiving the positive feedback from all of you! I am extremely blessed every single day because of everyone, a big humongous THANK YOU!!!!

So, a VERY HAPPY 4 YEAR ANNIVERSARY to sheilareneeparker.com and all of you for making it happen!!! TOGETHER WE ROCK!!!!!

~ Much Love & Light, Sheila ❤

 

 

 

 

Get a copy of my novel, The Spirit Within on Amazon!

~ Sheila Renee Parker on Twitter: @sheilarparker.

~ Sheila Renee Parker on Facebook: Sheila Renee Parker – Author

~ Sheila Renee Parker on Instagram: @sheilareneeparker

~ Art by Sheila Renee Parker available at: https://fineartamerica.com/profiles/sheilarenee-parker.html

 

 

 

 

(Sheila Renee Parker. Author. Artist. Empath.)

The Foreboding Rider

A darkened figure upon a horse
travels headless on a course.
A course set out for a perilous goal
to seek for a dying’s weakened soul.

Its head, it carries under its arm,
void of humanity and all its charm.
On its face, a malicious grin
with beady eyes full of sin
that can see for miles and miles on end.

Its target, it calls their name out loud
even through the thickest crowd.
If it’s not one’s turn to die,
never look this creature in the eye
for with its spiny whip it’s quick to strike,
leaving one with blinded sight.

With flames aglow and footsteps gone,
lies the trail of the Dullahan…..

 

(Poem by Sheila Renee Parker)

 

 

 

 

Get a copy of my novel, The Spirit Within on Amazon!

~ Sheila Renee Parker on Twitter: @sheilarparker.

~ Sheila Renee Parker on Facebook: Sheila Renee Parker – Author

~ Sheila Renee Parker on Instagram: @sheilareneeparker

~ Art by Sheila Renee Parker available at: https://fineartamerica.com/profiles/sheilarenee-parker.html

 

 

 

 

Black Eyed Kids: A Dark Deception

Knock, knock on the door.
The BEKs are back for more.

The sun is gone and the moon is high.
With pale skin and darkened eyes
these kids are here to terrorize.

The legend is real and the fact is true
that they only want to bring harm to you.

Their origin’s unclear
and they don’t care.
Their mission is to cause you undeniable fear.

They’ll take you away to a place unknown,
never to return, you’ll forever be gone.
So if you’re ever alone and these dreaded children appear,
deny them an invite to prevent unwanted fright
so that you’ll live to see another night.

And with these final words, may you be protected always with love and light.

(Poem by Sheila Renee Parker)

 

 

 

 

Get a copy of my novel, The Spirit Within on Amazon!

~ Sheila Renee Parker on Twitter: @sheilarparker.

~ Sheila Renee Parker on Facebook: Sheila Renee Parker – Author

~ Sheila Renee Parker on Instagram: @sheilareneeparker

~ Art by Sheila Renee Parker available at: https://fineartamerica.com/profiles/sheilarenee-parker.html

 

 

 

 

“Share Your Ghostly Tale!”

“Share Your Ghostly Tale!”

Got a ghostly tale to tell? Then, share it here for all to read!

There’s a new page I created here on sheilareneeparker.com that has been created solely for you! We want to hear all about your paranormal experiences whether they are good, bad, funny or creepy. Remember, this is an open-minded site, so please feel free and don’t be shy to tell us your tale!

To have your experience published, simply submit it below and I will personally publish it on the new page, “Share Your Ghostly Tale!” ….. and that’s it! Can’t wait to hear about what you’ve encountered!!!

~ Love & Light, Sheila

Screenshot_2018-06-10-11-00-04~2

(Sheila Renee Parker: Author. Artist. Empath.)