THE EVIL SPIRIT
on the Haunted Boat.
Continuing the true story of how Spiritualist Mediums Craig & Jane Hamilton-Parker exorcised and evil spirit from a haunted boat. Includes information and advice about how mediums deal with evil spirits.
This is part two of a two part article about Evil Spirits.
If you missed part one go back to THE HAUNTED BOAT page.
Jane and I had spent some time before in deep meditation to prepare ourselves and had by now opened our psychic awareness. The lady, who was having the problem, was clearly troubled. Her aura, we could see, was full of prickly sensations and dark colours. Our initial task was to gently question the lady to see if the phenomena were the product of her imagination. She and her husband appeared to be honest. Soon we would find out for certain.
"Watch your head as you go below" said the husband of the lady as he guided us aboard. The spiritualist banged his head.
"And watch yourself round here" he banged himself again. We all chuckled. It was important to keep a cheerful light hearted spirit between ourselves as we prepared ourselves for the encounter.
We all squeezed round the table at the bow of the boat and settled down with a nice cup of tea. The atmosphere onboard was odd but not as sinister as Jane and I were expecting. It was certainly a strange place to live and not a place for those who loved their creature comforts. There was limited decoration, a lot of damp, and no space at all. It had a musty smell. "Perhaps" I thought "the lady is using the excuse of a haunting to get her husband to abandon these unfeminine conditions for a brick built home on land."
Once we had settled in we all relaxed and tuned-in to spirit. John ,the medium who first organised the clearance would, we all agreed, act as the leader of the group. His wife Ethel sat next to him, Jane and I sat together and Nick the church member sat opposite us. The husband and wife who owned the boat stood in the doorway to the side of us. A prayer was said to ask for protection and for God to be with us with our work.
 "Father may you give us the protection that we need with this work. Bring to us from spirit those guides and helpers that we each know and also those that come here to help with this type of work in particular. May the higher angelic helpers be here with us also. Protect us in what we do and give your blessing to our task so that the troubles that fill this place may be lifted. Amen"
As the words of the prayer unfolded we could feel a strength and joy as the power of the spirit built around us to aid us with our work. The next step was to challenge the spirit to come forward. Like a snake under a dark rock we had to coax it into the light and disarm it. The boat was still but some of the keys hanging on the wall on a nail swung a little. We all noticed it but continued as if nothing had happened, perhaps it was nothing.
"Come on, you coward." said John in a loud stern voice "You've bullied this lady enough! Now there are five of us to take on. Come on, we challenge you to show yourself. Come out!!"
Nothing happened. Again he made similar retorts. "Come on ,show yourself. You want to scare people, come and scare us!"
Then we felt, what can best be described as a thickening of the atmosphere and a feeling of someone stood close to us. I could feel the face of a man press close to mine then leave me and went towards Jane:
"The man felt angry and very violent yet at the same time he felt frightened and confused." says Jane "I could tell that he didn't like women at all and that he felt it was bad luck that women should be on his boat. "Get away from me "I projected in my thoughts "Go and pick on a man, you bully, go and try and take on Nick from the Church"
 As Jane sent these thoughts we all saw Nick's face changed. His went bright red and he looked frightened.
"Who's he with now "somebody said aloud.
"He's with Nick, can't you see" I said.
"That's right he's over here with me "said Nick. We all sent out our power to help Nick with his struggle. The spirit left him and I felt him draw close to me. I closed my eyes and said:
"There seems to be two of them, there's a little boy here with an angry man, someone has been hit hard across the head with something heavy. That's one of the things that's making him so angry."
"I felt it across my head as well" said John, "And me too "said his wife Ethel. He has a thing about women being on his fishing boat. It's bad luck !"
The spirit man's unexpressed anger at the time of his passing was holding him to this world. His death was linked somehow with a woman and he was taking it out on the lady that now lived on board.
We all agreed that we were feeling the same sensations and description of the man in spirit. We countered his anger by all mentally projecting thoughts of love and encouragement for the trapped soul to progress onward to the spirit world.
"Come on now" said John, "Your time now is finished. It's time to go to the spirit world"
We felt the spirit moving between us. His aggression began to soften. I felt him leave Jane and the others and return to me. I could hear his voice clearly in my mind.
"I'll suffer for what I done if I go over there" he said in a rough rasping voice "They'll send me to hell for sure"
 He drew closer still. I tried to reassure him that no God sat in a golden throne was going to throw him into an eternal hell. God didn't want vengeance he wanted only our love. Hadn't this man suffered enough by being bound by his anger to this world. He owed it to himself and the young boy who clung to him to seek God's unceasing forgiveness. He had as much right as anybody to enter the kingdom of heaven, his own conscience would be the judge of his soul.
As each of us reaffirmed these ideas in our own way we could feel the spirit man's grip begin to loosen. We all sensed him crying. He let go.
The ecstasy in his soul was contagious. As he departed I had a beautiful vision of a great staircase leading up through the clouds with angels of light stood at the sides. I could see the man's silhouette small and dark against this heavenly setting. I was seeing that man's image of heaven as he left this earth. Perhaps when I die I will have a different passing vision but what I saw that night was quite beautiful. Another soul had found peace.
The heavy atmosphere had left the room as we all started to return to normal consciousness. The suffocating atmosphere had gone.
"He's gone now" Nick said to the lady "Can't you feel the difference in this place?"
The boat was, as far as we know, never troubled again.
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