What looks like a crowd of separate cures is one correction seen in many mirrors, the mind restored to its wholeness in every faculty at once. Each healing undoes a particular way the belief in lack had bound the self, giving voice where it was silenced, sight where it was closed, movement where it was stopped, and in every case the change is a change of mind before it is anything else.
The wonder of those who watch is the mind's own astonishment at discovering it was never truly broken. What had seemed like damage was only limitation believed in, and the glory rises of itself the moment the mind remembers the wholeness that was always its inheritance.
The dumb: the part of the mind that could not speak its truth, given voice when healing is welcomed.
The maimed: the self that believed itself incomplete, restored to the wholeness it never actually lost.
The lame: the mind held motionless by fear, freed to move once trust replaces doubt.
The blind: the mind that could not see, opened to the sight that was always its own.