Sadly not. Interesting that this should come up in the relationships forum as the relationship between her and me was one I explored as part of my course when I was doing my counselling and hypnotherapy training so I feel happy sharing it here. I did have one or two ï¿½occultï¿½ books on my shelves in my cubical including ï¿½The magic power of Witchcraftï¿½, ï¿½The Key of Solomonï¿½ and some works by Idris Sha, and a couple of tomes on herbs, shiatsu and energy healing. Several times when I came back from school they were out of their normal order, arranged left to right instead of my usual right to left, which suggested that someone had been looking at them, and she was the only person in the house.
Also when the teacher began to recover in intensive care I was the first person asked about after her family ï¿½ and she didnï¿½t even teach me. Apparently sheï¿½d had weird dreams of waterfalls, forests and ï¿½Ian doing things to put me back togetherï¿½. Needless to say that the housemasterï¿½s wife wasnï¿½t the only one freaked out by this assertion.
The counselling/hypnotherapy class using various styles of therapy, plus the use of the Tarot that I had introduced, suggested that she projected on to me a selection of fears from her past that she had not dealt with. Plus the stresses of trying to co-run a house full of over 30 boys ranging in age from 11 to 18 with all that that entailed. I probably stood out even more because I didnï¿½t drink to excess, smoke, and my girlfriends were all from outside the school, all of which was very atypical.
There were also incidents where I appeared to adjust the foundations of conventional science. The Housemaster was also the head of the biology department and still believed in things such as the human heart rate being a purely autonomic function. This I proceeded to debunk in a class where we took each others pulse by varying it as low as 40 beats per minute for one person, then 70 for the next, and 120 for another person and so on. He got annoyed enough to take my pulse himself several times throughout the lesson and got a different result each time. This is a relatively easy thing to do by using emotion, visualization, and volition, it still weirded him out though.
I donï¿½t think at the time the school provided any sort of support for the boarding staff and this did not help them or the students. The combination of these events and circumstances meant that they did try to make me conform to the norm (whatever that was) through peer and hierarchical pressure. Big mistake as I was more than happy to use them as the subjects for magickal experiments; everything from focussing my voice so that I sounded as if I was right inside their apartment when I had independent witnesses to me being somewhere else entirely, through to using thoughtforms that really did impinge on their consciousness in various ways ï¿½ such as the feeling of something following them
This combination of intense emotion and psychological pressure actually lead to a ï¿½growth spurtï¿½ in my magickal abilities as you can see from the above examples and after one term of this the hassle stopped. However the Housemaster and his wife remained wary of me for the rest of my time there.
Nearly two decades later I returned with my wife for the schoolsï¿½ centenary celebrations, having put our names down for the tour and dinner that were part of the event. I met the teacher I had helped, and who was still working part time there before we arrived at the main event. The first thing she said to me after I had introduced my wife was:
ï¿½What have you done to poor <Housemasters wife>?ï¿½
ï¿½Whyï¿½? I asked as I got a wifely ï¿½lookï¿½
ï¿½Because sheï¿½s up at the reception now, leaping about two foot in the air every time anyone brushes past her and keeps saying ï¿½Is he here yet? Is Ian Edwards here yet?!ï¿½ she replied giving me a suspicious look to counterpoint the one my wife was using.
Made my weekend that didï¿½ï¿½ï¿½
So the short answer is no, I donï¿½t think she ever did recover from her shock.