my first ouija...
A few nights ago a visiting relative decided they had to 'do' one in my house...
I didn't fancy the idea.
I'd always thought that, if something does try to communicate, there's no way of proving it to be 'old congenial Uncle Harry'. Might be an angsty young entity! A passing 'bad guy' who could latch onto our receptive state!
So I said I'd just write stuff down as it was spelt out. I even thought I might 'hinder' the glass, being a bit of a sceptic, you know, I might subconciously try and stop the glass from moving...
So we did it.
After a few false starts, 'someone' came through. Turns out to be my relative's 'future' child. (She's not got kids, yet). This future kid starts giving messages about lottery numbers. FFS! I mean, surely this wouldn't happen anyway cos it'd mess with your 'path'! I'm certain you ain't supposed to use yer psychic powers to win the lottery! (Yes, I know people do).
Then, the dead mum of another relative present comes through to say 'I never told you I loved you, sorry, but I do'. Which is more what I expected.
Then the dead husband of my landlady takes over to say he's hanging about in my house, waiting for his wife.
Then they persuade me to put my finger on the glass too.
I refuse, then give in (I was a bit spannered!).
I make sure I'm not putting
any pressure on the glass. I scrutinise everyone else's fingers to try and see if they are exerting any force. Anyway, it moves. Turns out to be my 'spirit guide'...hmmm.
I said I don't want to ask any questions cos I don't want to know the future.(And
my future is private to
me ! I don't want my relatives hearing it!).
Then the spirit guide goes it's way and we start getting gobbledegook. And my short-lived interest in the thing evaporates!
See, it just seemed stereotypical to me. I think we got what we expected...
(When I wrote the first draft of this post I was struck by a sudden feeling of apprehension. The surge of adrenalin, the cold, the goosebumps, made me edit my last paragraph that took the pee a bit! I turned around and there was the piece of hardboard we'd used, leaning against the wall... I'm not gonna push my luck lol! Chicken eh?)