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[title] => Wizard’s Powers.
[time] => 2006-01-17 13:27:31
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[bodytext] => The man sitting opposite me had dark brown eyes. Really dark brown nearly black, I felt most uncomfortable under his gaze. His greying hair was slightly curled. His nose was long and hooked like a beak. All in all a face that I did not trust, “Do you believe in Fairies?” he asked. I was now fully on my guard what a question for a man that was supposed to be a Neurologist to ask. My own Doctor because of headaches and giddy spells had sent me to him. I sometimes had hallucinations and he was to find out how I could be helped. He leaned further forward in his chair and spoke quietly but I was now on to him. Speaking in a low deep voice with his staring eyes fixed on to mine he carried on talking. He is trying to hypnotise me I thought to myself and used an old trick that I had once seen at the cinema. I repeated over and over again, “Mary had a little lamb its fleece was white as snow.” This I think saved me from being hypnotised. Seeing that he had no success he said that he wanted to give me an injection. I refused straight away and got up out of my chair ready to either defend myself or get out of the room whichever seemed the better possibility. He then smiled a crooked sort of smile and said,” Please do sit down Mister Shaw, I have not finished speaking to you yet. Reluctantly I sat down in the chair again and he carried on speaking, “Mushrooms are to be found in the woods at this time of the year, do you agree with me?” Another question that I found to be suspect so I played the same game as him, “Toadstools as well if you ask me.” I said. His next question was a beauty it nearly fooled me for a moment. “Have you ever seen a white flying horse?” “No I said but I saw a black stallion this morning it was pulling the milkman’s cart.” He then told me to come back in a couple of days as he had some tests he wanted to try out on me. I went home and looked him up in the telephone book. His credentials seemed to be in order but I was now very suspicious. I asked a few questions at the local hospital did they know him and how long had he been in practise. On the whole he had a good reputation and I was beginning to feel a little uneasy had I suspected him for nothing? Was I being too careful? I went home and looked at some books that I had on my shelf dealing with hypnotism. In the book was written that no one could be hypnotised against his or will. I felt more at ease and went to see him again on the following week. This time he had a large folder with sheets of paper folded once in the middle. It was as if some one had started in the middle and torn out double pages. Opening the first folded paper he asked me what I saw. I said “A tree.” In fact it looked more like a mushroom than a tree but I had sworn anything to do with Fairies was for me taboo. The next picture was definitely a Fairy. I said,” A chimney sweep carrying a ladder and a brush for cleaning the chimneys.” The next was definitely a ring of mushrooms cleverly done I must admit but still a ring of mushrooms. I said,” a lasso like the cowboys use. He then gave me a prescription for the chemists. I was to take three tablets a day and to come back to see him on the next week. I felt really poorly and decided that I needed a break and a long walk in the fresh air would do me good. I packed a few sandwiches and with a bottle of cold sweet tea in my rucksack I went for a walk right out into the country. After eating my sandwiches and drinking my tea I decided to make my way home. It was getting late and I took a short cut through the woods it would save me an hours walk. In the woods I saw a familiar little man it was one of my Leprechaun friends. “You look troubled,” He said. I told him of my problem with the Neurologist. He smiled and said, “Ah he is up to his old tricks again”. Then he told me how I should deal with the so-called Neurologist. Giving me a four-leafed clover he told me to put it in my pocket and when I next went to see the wizard for that is what he was I was to take a pocket full of salt with me and to throw the salt over the wizard. The next week I went back to the Neurologist and as he welcomed me I threw a handful of salt over him. He shrunk to a large black cat that arched its back spat at me then sprang. I ducked and it flew into a corner and vanished. As I left the room I glanced back the room was entirely empty. It was as if nobody had been in it for years. I left the house as quickly as possible and walked back to home glad that this horrible encounter with a wizard was over. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 491 [topic] => 43 [informant] => bernard2 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 29 [ratings] => 9 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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