The beginning of a story that began in another time - Part V
In a story that began in our May issue, I started out by going into a past life experience that took place over 700 years ago. This month’s installment features the players from the previous incarnation, and the vicissitudes of fate and Karma that have placed all of them in their respective roles, this time around. (If you have not read the first three installments, click here for PT: 1 , click here for PT: 2 , click here for PT: 3 and click here for PT: 4
I could never figure out why people assume that summer in Vermont is any cooler than it is in the city; maybe it’s the concept of green-ness, and the coolness of trees and shade, that leads them to believe that this might be the case. Anyone who’s ever lived there will tell you that the Green Mountains are a lot like a steam bath by the end of July. The days begin with a syrupy heat that sweats through anything that moves, and the nights are hot and sultry.
If what had turned out to be a totally surreal all-nighter left the two of us wiped out, the river was the best remedy for it. I jumped right in and floated half way to the bridge before Slim dropped over the bank and waded in up to his neck. By the time he went all the way in I was swimming back upstream and Oliver was paddling in circles, around Slim’s head. In the clearness of this icy cold water the three of us floated, holding a ‘Pow-wow’ of sorts that wound up setting the tone for the rest of his stay.
On weekday mornings, instead of using Main Street, the welders at the local foundry would sometimes take the river path to work. When I saw Reed Havilland crossing the bridge I knew it had to be seven-o’clock; time to get a wiggle on. We took a shortcut through the woods and wound up sneaking through the Brace’s yard to get back to the house.
By the time I got dressed Slim was down in the kitchen frying up a pound of bacon, and asking me how I wanted my eggs. He wound up washing the dishes too. Between the cooking and the washing we polished off eleven eggs and decided to take a ride over to Middletown Springs to check out the workshop space and get a few last minute details handled.
When the Middletown Springs Historical Society became the site of Vermont’s first Geobiology workshop, the town fathers, who conducted all of their affairs in that building, were embroiled in a dispute with a local psychopath whose main form of entertainment involved making it impossible for them to get anything done. This story came to my ears a week earlier, via the selectman who volunteered to show me around on the day that I went to sign the rental agreement.
If his name escapes me, what I do recall is that he was a super straight, anxious kind of guy who had a very open mind once he loosened up. Intrigued when I told him a little bit about what this three-day workshop would be about, he seemed really curious about Slim and his work. At one point he came right out and asked me if the group could use the space as a vibe-clearing test kitchen, and if so, would that help to settle some of the problems they were having with the nutcase in question?
I told him that anything we did to clear the building would elevate the energy at the board meetings, expand the spirit of cooperation among the town fathers, and do a lot to ease the political tension in the town. “That alone would probably take care of the situation in ways that will surprise you”. Thinking further on it I went on to say a more direct approach could be taken if he was up for trying something out of the ordinary. Without batting an eye he looked at me and said; “At this point I’d be willing to try anything”.
We took a walk around the village green and I told him about a simple banishing spell that has been around forever. Known as “The Bottle Spell” it is used to neutralize any negative or destructive human, or non-human influence. The nice thing about the Bottle Spell is that it eliminates the problem without bringing harm to the person or entity who is driving you nuts – all it does is erase their ability to harass you.
It will surprise you to hear that the man whose name I can’t recall listened intently to every word I said. I wrote out the full instructions for the spell and told him to wait for the Moon to start waning before he did it, suggesting that Saturdays are always best for any type of banishing work. He took this information in like I was sharing the secret of the ages and thanked me profusely. Before we parted I told him I’d be back in a week, and on the morning that Slim and I drove over to check out the workshop setup, there he was, waiting for us at the door.
Slim told him that yes, for sure, part of the workshop would involve clearing the building and the grounds around the Historical Society. If there were any specific issues that the town fathers wanted the group to focus on, Slim said that it would help to know about them in advance. It took a few minutes for the guy to go down the list. Once he finished telling Slim the part about the local nut- job, he looked at me and said, “I’m going to do the spell on Saturday; is there anything else I need to know?”
“Just follow what I wrote, let it be, and see what happens. It’s all you can do. Give it till the New Moon to kick in. If you’re not happy with the results and you need a more high test version of the spell, call me.”
Slim was puffing on a ‘Lucky’ and listening to all of this as if none of it was new to him. We finished up our doings, said good-bye to the budding Warlock and decided to take a walk down to the Springs, just to get a feel for the once thriving Victorian spa/resort and taste the legendary waters that still flow through the town.
On the bridge that leads to the marble font where the Middletown Springs come out of the ground, we stopped for about a half an hour and returned to the conversation from the night before. In one of those moments where you wake up and realize that something out of this world is going on, I picked up a small, flat, round pebble that was lying on the ground and stuck it in my pocket. That little rock is still with me – and so are the instructions for the Bottle Spell, which I will copy for you here, just in case you ever find yourself in a situation that requires that kind of magic.
Until next time.
INSTRUCTIONS FOR THE BOTTLE SPELL
Pick a Saturday when the Moon is waning to do this work unless you are guided, or there is a need to do it at another time. You will need about two hours where you won’t be disturbed. Unplug the phone, lock the door, and draw the curtains. Prepare by taking a ritual bath or shower and cleanse your auric field with sea salt. Meditate or pray prior to doing this. It helps.
Gather all of the following ingredients in a central spot and leave yourself plenty of room to “work”:
Two handfuls of sea salt to cast a circle.
A pitcher of water ( holy water is best – Slim’s water would work well too )
A bottle with a cork or stopper
One white candle – matches
Patchouli incense
A foot length of black string
A piece of parchment paper, or paper cut from a brown paper bag.
Patchouli Oil.
A black pen
A mortar and pestle
3 Tbs. Myrhh
3 Tbs. Frankincense
3 Tbs. Orris Root Powder
3 Tbs. Sea Salt
An old iron nail
With everything all together now you can begin.
Starting at the North, cast a circle moving in a clockwise direction sprinkling the sea salt to create a circle about 8-10 feet in diameter. Starting at the North again, go around clockwise sprinkling water over the salt to seal the circle. Anoint the white candle, base to wick, with the patchouli oil. Light it. Use the candle to light the patchouli incense. Beginning at the north again, carry the lit taper around the circle once, moving clockwise as before. Now take the lit incense and walk the circle clockwise the 4th time bringing the air element into play.
When you have finished “building” the circle you need to invoke the Guardians. You can do this any way you wish, according to your own feeling and sensing. This is how I do it if you want to try it this way. I go to the North point and raise my arms and say, with my heart;
Guardians of the Watchtower of The North, element of Earth, and all of thee in the realm of the bear, we invite you to witness this rite and to protect this sacred space.
Now go to the East and say;
Guardians of the Watchtower of the East, element of Air, and all of thee in the realm of the raven, we invite you to witness this rite and to protect this sacred space.
Now go to the South and say;
Guardians of the Watchtower of the South, element of Fire and all of thee in the realm of the dragon, we invite you to witness this rite and to protect this sacred space.
Now go to the West and say;
Guardians of the Watchtower of the West, element of Water, and all of thee in the realm of the mermaid, we invite you to witness this rite and to protect this sacred space.
Once you have called in the Guardians you can cast your spell.
Take the Myrhh, Frankincense, Orris-root powder, and the sea salt and put them in the mortar and pestle. Grind all of these things together. As you do this focus your mind on exactly what you are trying to banish from your life. You can speak about this out loud, or do whatever you want; take as much time as you need to infuse this mixture of herbs and powders with your intention. When the mixing feels complete put 10 drops of Patchouli oil into the mix and grind it in.
Set the mortar and pestle aside and write on the paper exactly what it is you are intending. You can word it however you want. I sometimes write something like, “I neutralize the power of so-and-so to ever do me any harm in this life or the next.” It covers everything. But whatever you write is perfect, as long as it describes your intention.
When you’ve got it all down in writing, kiss the paper once and put 3 drops of Patchouli oil on it. Create a funnel with the paper and use this to pour all of the herbs into the bottle. Drop the iron nail into the bottle too. Roll the paper up into a little scroll and tie it with the black string. Pop the paper into the bottle. Now cork or cap the bottle, and with the white candle drip wax over the top to completely seal it. At this point your spell is done.
Whenever you feel ready to move to the next phase go to the 4 Cardinal points of the circle the way you did in the beginning and send the Guardians “home”. At the North, East, South, and West points stand erect and hold up your arms and say;
“Spirits be gone, return to thy place, leave peace to reign in time and space”
Now extend your right arm and twirl clockwise 3 times to “raise” the circle. This part of the work is done. To finish things off, take a walk in the woods or a ride in the car with a small shovel. Go out into the woods and find a place to dig a hole and bury the bottle. Make sure it is buried in a place where no animal or human will ever dig it up. After you have buried it point to the spot with your right hand and say;
“I wish for you what you wish for me. In no way will this spell reverse or cast upon me any curse; so mote it be”
Walk away and don’t look back. What you have done is seal the negative, destructive forces in the bottle like a genie. You have done no harm to anyone or anything. You have only neutralized their power to hurt or obstruct you in any way.
AMEN
Cal Garrison
Is a practicing astrologer with 40 years of experience. An author of five books to her credit, Cal is well known for her affiliation with the late Slim Spurling. A single mother with three grown daughters, Cal lives happily in the red rocks of Sedona, Arizona. She can be reached at cal.garrison@gmail.com