T. Stokes

The genie in the bottle

October 9, 2006 |  8 comments
Image Credit: This is a strange story and in retrospect I am not proud of my part in it. It began when in 1980 I took employment at a building site as a labourer, fetching tools, sweeping up, ensuring the site was clean, safe and of course making tea. Well, a kind friend told the lads there that I was a spiritualist and belonged to several “rescue circles” on 24 hour call for exorcisms, now called deliverance. From that moment on I became the target of relentless mickey taking, I myself am a practical joker so could not really complain, but each morning my padlock was glued up on my tool box, and I was informed it was ghosts, it was also ghosts that hid my things, dropped things on me from the scaffolding, welded my steel toecap boots to the floor, and generally cheesed me off.But things came to a head when I began to get late night phone calls, telling me to come out urgently as the local pub was full of spirits, things such as this were intruding into the life of my family, and no amount of reasonable asking would get my foreman to stop.Eventually a message came through that was a genuine call for help, most are sincere but rarely to do with spirit.

The house concerned was one of three work men’s cottages virtually unspoilt since the 1700’s, in a most beautiful part of kent, in rural England..A woman in her forties was nursing a bad tempered and foul mouthed old man in what was obviously the last months of his life.This lovely but a little shabby old cottage had been the focus of some minor paranormal activity, that was no more than a nuisance, however, a deep feeling of menace, brooding and unease permeated the building, which I was unsure if the old man was connected to, but I was certain his emotions were at least a contributing factor, to the thick dark negative energy currents there.With old houses like this especially when not ruined by the “modernisers”, a lot of the old memory patterns are retained, emotional themes, household arguments and even the vocal range of previous occupants, this can be captured and mentally regurgitated by spirit mediums.After some examination, I asked for a shovel, and began digging under the front step, then in front of my bewildered audience pulled out the remains of a very old leather shoe.This told me two things, that for this amulet to be in place from when the house was almost new, meant the feeling of claustrophobic negativity, was an old one, and the type of spirit deterred by the shoe.A detailed search of the fireplace for amulets and scratching’s, and an examination of the ceiling beams was unproductive, I then sat down with the lady of the house and gave my prognosis.My belief was that a sprite or Imp, was responsible for the minor phenomena, my only real concern was that the base was there for things to get a lot worse, the lady of the house advised me that she wanted it taken away. I had then to tell her of her elderly husbands caustic attitude towards all who wanted to help him and, the awful fact that lower spirit entities may be feeding from this.It is well known in occultism that any toxic emotional state, can attract unpleasant freeloaders into the human system from the astral plane.Hamartiology, is the Theological study of sin, although “sins” have changed since the middle ages, often what was once a sin, is not now regarded as such, can you imagine some of our lawyers, pop stars and politicians if things had not changed ?The realms of evil thoughts and evil deeds, are the resting places of some of the most unsavoury categories in incorporeal life, and an insulting and unpleasant old man such as this would give succour and harbour to this exuviae, living in his aura.For just as if you go to earthly places that are unclean you can pick up bacterial bugs and parasitical stuff, so also if your thoughts visit unclean places you can pick up bugs in your aura. Many fairy stories have a basis in fact, the story of the “Genie in the bottle” is more fact than fiction, with this in mind, I emptied a pop bottle and allowed my thoughts to associate the unpleasantness of my foreman in work with the similar remarks, and sarcasm of this sick old man, who was starting to really irritate me, and unforgivably- I conjured the mischievous sprite into the bottle and banged the top on and turned it tight.Making my goodbyes I left the beauty of the village behind and returned to 20th century London.

Early next morning as the milkman left his store of bottles on the doorstep of my foreman’s house, I tiptoed over and added my pop bottle with the “surprise” inside, and watched as the bottles were taken inside, I knew that curious hands would open and look inside, releasing the imp, into is new home.My intention had been to educate the foreman that not all life was in a body, and that when he apologised I would recapture the infernal animal and release him in the correct place, however, several of us labourers were suddenly laid off, and I did not see the bullying foreman again.It was some years later that I heard the story of how he had picked up the bottle, and after looking at what looked like smoke inside, opened the top on an angry little beast.Then began what was described to me as a period of madness, things going missing to be found some distance away, toilets jammed up with missing clothes, the two household cats running away, lights going on and off on their own, and mysterious scrawlings on the walls, and the bullying foreman thinking he was going mad, until bringing in help from a specialist medium, which did the trick. I had learnt a valuable lesson in having the strength not to retaliate, and I curiously wondered what lessons the Foreman had also learnt !.

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