Needless to point out, theres been a fair bit of talk on here of late re. ouija boards and the like, which reminded me of this newspaper photograph from the mid-90s.... showing a popular Walsall psychic (at that time) investigating a haunted flat in the region, obviously with the use of an ouija board..... Brian recently said something along related lines, I believe, in asking why use a board to generate spiritual contact? The photo shown brought this query to me when it first appeared and I recall writing a fairly snippy / sarcastic letter to the newspaper concerned to ask why a medium should need to use an ouija board if she was supposed to be such a good medium!?! (Of course, this isnt taking into consideration the silly things that press photographers sometimes insist you do for an interesting picture and so fourth!!) I think Ive probably mentioned the matter before - in dribs and drabs (?) - but the following was my key experience with ouija from the past..... Myself and a group of friends used to be buggers for going into old properties - setting up somewhere to doss, etc - and found a real gem in a group of old houses in Darlaston town in my late teens. We initially just messed about in there (for a long time), but eventually someone came up with the idea of messing with an ouija board for a laugh and so on..... We hadnt got a proper one to hand, of course, so we wrote the letters of the alphabet - yes and no, etc - around the edge of a shiny bit of board and my (then) girlfriend pinched a glass from her house for us to use....... Initial sessions were very hit and miss, with us messing around and generally getting little or no response, etc. Eventually, the more we tried, we started talking with the alleged spirit of an old man at one point - Jim, or whatever - who was barely literate (a terribly base intellect) and as rough as old boots....... He used horrible language - absolutely foul mouthed and VERY rude - and it was always a chore to figure out what he was saying with his broken English and horrific spelling. As a matter of potential interest, the glass only moved ridiculously slowly when he was in control of it and you ended up having to swap fingers / hands regularly as a result of conversing with him. There were a number of girls within the make-up of the group and Jim would say dirty things about them, etc, etc. He clearly had his favourites in the group, both male and female, etc. The ouija sessions became a rather permanent affair (in our activities) for some time and it got to the point that, whenever you picked the board up, Jim would be straight there..... My memory is fairly hit and miss, but I believe he was the only spirit we spoke with during these sessions in the end(?) Wed usually arrive at the house in dribs and drabs and, unless you were the first, of course, there was usually someone messing with the board when you got there. At one point, I had been off with my girlfriend for a while and we both got back to the house well into the evening. As a matter of experimentation, I asked Jim what wed been doing before we got there...... and he told us in no uncertain terms...... rather graphically and specifically, I should stress!! (He was exactly right, however!!) One evening, we were generally talking and - fed up with just speaking to a glass with our fingers on it - I asked if he would be okay to do something else... and perhaps move something for us!? He said he could and I asked him to move some dust for us (thinking that dust was extremely easy to move, so I wasnt asking anything too stressful to begin with and so on!?) To help, I scraped together a handful of the stuff and placed it on the edge of the board. Move the dust then....! someone commanded and we all waited with bated breath (with our fingers still on the glass)!! After a couple of seconds, the glass began to creep (in its usual snail-pace fashion) across the board and actually ran into the pile of dust Id made!! Rolls eyes!! Who said spirits dont have a sense of humour, eh!? Rolls eyes!! I couldnt be sure how long this sort of thing went on for, but it was almost night after night for some time. One evening I happened to ask what ectoplasm was made up of and the board spelled out a host of things, including (off the top of my head) skin particles and mucus, etc...... I cant recall whether we wrote down what was actually being said a lot of the time, but we were (for whatever reason) on this particular night and we ended up jotting down the list of ingredients at the time...... Digressing slightly, but the conversations later took a strange slant with regards to this list and (the glass) insisted that the paper concerned be destroyed.......? While talking about the ectoplasm matter, I noticed that the messages / words being now received were spot-on and the glass itself was also moving a lot faster than normal...... On a whim, I actually said: Is this still Jim Im talking to here? and the glass indicated in the negative..... Cutting a long story short - and something that I cant actually recall at all re. how it all unfolded - but the glass indicated that we were NOW speaking to a demonic entity!! (It actually said A Demon). Cue dramatic music...... Da, da, dahhhh!!!! For reasons I cant quite figure at all now, a series of conversations now took place between group of spotty teens and demonic entity..... It basically spoke in a friendly enough fashion to us, with its language (spelling, grammar, etc) much improved and the general speed of the glass infinitely quicker. Notions of conversing with Jim - or anyone / anything else - were now a thing of the past and our new friend was always there, as soon as you touched the glass. As with Jim, the new thing had its favourites among the group and generally plied us with rubbish predictions, such as my girlfriend and me were destined to get married and we would all end up members of the same successful rock group in a few years time, etc. (As it turned out, the relationship lasted about another 9 months maximum and I dont think any of us can play an instrument to this day.... almost 30 years later!! Laugh!!) For certain reasons - some of which shall remain unmentioned - I have to admit I became rather dubious about the messages.... and the demon in general..... and started tentatively messing about / experimenting with it. It was noticeable that, when certain people were absent from the sessions, the glass would tend to take against certain ones amongst us.... rather reflecting the views and feelings of the group members perhaps, rather than any denizen of hell and so forth!? Id been reading the (wholly fictitious) novel The Devils Of D Day at the time and started asking questions of the board in a fashion as to intimate that the plot was actually true!! Interestingly, the board seemingly took the bait and basically began playing along with the story I was spinning, etc........ (This latter would have occurred with my finger on the glass and at times when I would have been taking a break from physically being involved in the process, etc). The alleged entity had also revealed its name at some point and this happened to coincide with a demon from a movie that a couple of the group members had happened to see some years earlier!? The end came a short while later, when the messages being generated seemingly turned against us all and we were told - in one particular session - that we would all die in our beds that night!! Needless to say, there was much changing of pants for the next few hours - hard to do when desperately clutching a crucifix, I assure you - though Im happy to say, we all apparently woke up, no worse for wear, the very next morning! For some reason(?) ouija sessions carried on very briefly after this point (!!) but, again, the messages were frequently threatening in nature..... so it was finally decided to get rid, basically..... The final session had ended with the glass just being left on the board, with sellotape being run across the top of it - onto the board - to keep the glass static and the whatever-it-was inside the glass trapped and unable to leave, etc. The last thing that I can recall doing was to put board - with glass still affixed - onto a fire in one of the fireplaces of the old house and seeing it burn.... Dubious memory again, but I cant recall any further dabbling of this nature amongst us afterwards. I have since been briefly involved in a couple of ouija sessions on ghost hunts (other groups hunts with me as a guest, I hasten to add) but, as I think the process is a pile of bunkum, I dont really take too much notice of / interest in such things.
Posted on: Wed, 03 Dec 2014 12:35:52 +0000
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