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Using the Ouija board is no joke
I wrestled with the thought of putting up a website. I wrestled with the thought of sharing my story. It's been a long time of wrestling with myself and with the thoughts I've had and now the wrestling is over. It's done and it's time to speak out about what I know of the Ouija Board. The knowledge that I have to share is not based on research, or gut feeling or judgment. The knowledge that NEEDS to be shared is TRUTH because I've experienced it.
For the longest time I wanted to share, but having no real proof, I neglected to share because I didn't want to be labelled as 'crazy' or 'schizophrenic'. I wasn't crazy. I knew I was sane and mentally healthy, but I knew that my experience sounded so off the wall and far beyond bizarre that I couldn't speak out. I was a foster child and had been through so many homes already, I didn't want to risk the chance of having my life uprooted and pass me off to another family so that they could try to deal with my problems (or not). And so, I dealt with my horror show of hell alone for over 13 years.
Thirteen years is a lifetime. It's a long time to figure out just what the score is and its a long time to be dealing with something in silence. For thirteen years I sought answers on my own and dealt with myself, questioned myself, my own sanity, and braved the head waters all on my own. Well... to a point. I did not seek out a church, I initially sought out science to help me figure out a self diagnosis. While I showed all the 'symptoms' of what science was suggesting, I knew in my case as I know now in the majority of symptomatic cases that science is wrong.
It was proven to me that science was wrong when someone else I knew was 'attacked' in the same way I was. I had already been experiencing things of a spiritual nature for months, and someone entered my life whom I must make clear I DID NOT TELL anything about my secret torment; but after spending only a few hours with this person; they too were attacked alone- at night in the same way that I was. I knew that this was not a naturally occurring thing to them, because they were open about it. They didn't care what people thought of them. They sought the public openly for answers as they didn't understand what happened as it was a new experience. I heard this person speak about their spiritual encounter that day, and I remained silent. I shuddered and chuckled. Not in any malicious way, but out of fear. I knew that if just by being friends with this person could harm them, what could or would happen to them if I decided to tell them the truth? The reason why I mention this is because what we do personally we do not think will or can effect others. I have had many people say to me that they have never had a negative experience with using the Ouija Board and they continue to use it. While that maybe true, we do not know the ramifications our actions have on someone else. How do we know if the 'innocent' board we are using to communicate with the 'dead and departed' are not manifesting themselves in our loved ones lives? It does happen. I've seen it happen, not just with the person I mentioned, but closer to home; my young children.
They were so very young when they witnessed the creatures that were causing me such hell. As far as I know they have never been attacked, but things make sense now looking back in hindsight. While our loved ones may not be physically harmed, they can be emotionally harmed giving into fits of anger, depression, and animosity for things that shouldn't ever be an issue. Using the Ouija Board causes emotional unrest for those who have never picked up the so called game, and they can't understand why things are happening as the way they are. Don't kid yourself, sins of our parents can and do fall onto the children in a way that can never be expected. It's what generational curses are made out of.
So what's my story? It's a long one and it is one that I do not share lightly. I share it NOT TO INVOKE CURIOSITY, and not to instill fear, but to help discourage you from doing things that you should not be doing. Usually when a parent says 'don't' we question with our actions and search out the answers ourselves to either prove them wrong, or show them that we can do better than they did. My story needs to be told because if it can prevent you from challenging the issue, that is one life SAVED from spiritual attacks, suicide, depression, anger, and any other problematic situation that is directly rooted from using the Ouija Board.
Not everything is to blame on the board, I understand that, but life has enough troubles of its own, we don't need to go making more for ourselves or for others. Trouble has a way of finding us we don't need to go find it, so with that said, if you are curious please take my story to heart. If you need someone to talk to I'm available to talk with; always.
Before I share my story, I'd like to comment about the above picture. It's a very unique and well rendered trick of the eye. Stand back from your computer a bit, and you will see what the artist intended for you to see. This IS NOT MY OWN CREATION and I assume it is public domain. I do not claim this graphic as my own. It was simply something very appropriate for this topic, as I DO NOT SHARE pictures of what the ouija board looks like, nor do I share pictures of ghosts, orbs or any spiritual phenomenon as this is what 'glorifies ' and brings unnecessary attention to it.
The above picture helps to share visually the struggle I went through. I lived behind a mask of happiness, and was so tormented inside. I wrestled with myself, my emotions, my thoughts, my knowledge and I wrestled with my God and my faith. I was an angry person just through the things I had already been through in life, and using the Ouija Board exasperated on my dysfunctions and hurting heart. I can finally say that it has been almost two years since my last attack and it feels good to finally rest at night without the fear of what lurks behind the darkness. Sleep for me would always be avoided for as long as I could hold out because as soon as I'd been in my bed; it didn't matter if I was asleep or not, the spiritual shadows would come out to play and I NEVER had a say in the matter- ever.
I wrestled with the thought of putting up a website. I wrestled with the thought of sharing my story. It's been a long time of wrestling with myself and with the thoughts I've had and now the wrestling is over. It's done and it's time to speak out about what I know of the Ouija Board. The knowledge that I have to share is not based on research, or gut feeling or judgment. The knowledge that NEEDS to be shared is TRUTH because I've experienced it.
For the longest time I wanted to share, but having no real proof, I neglected to share because I didn't want to be labelled as 'crazy' or 'schizophrenic'. I wasn't crazy. I knew I was sane and mentally healthy, but I knew that my experience sounded so off the wall and far beyond bizarre that I couldn't speak out. I was a foster child and had been through so many homes already, I didn't want to risk the chance of having my life uprooted and pass me off to another family so that they could try to deal with my problems (or not). And so, I dealt with my horror show of hell alone for over 13 years.
Thirteen years is a lifetime. It's a long time to figure out just what the score is and its a long time to be dealing with something in silence. For thirteen years I sought answers on my own and dealt with myself, questioned myself, my own sanity, and braved the head waters all on my own. Well... to a point. I did not seek out a church, I initially sought out science to help me figure out a self diagnosis. While I showed all the 'symptoms' of what science was suggesting, I knew in my case as I know now in the majority of symptomatic cases that science is wrong.
It was proven to me that science was wrong when someone else I knew was 'attacked' in the same way I was. I had already been experiencing things of a spiritual nature for months, and someone entered my life whom I must make clear I DID NOT TELL anything about my secret torment; but after spending only a few hours with this person; they too were attacked alone- at night in the same way that I was. I knew that this was not a naturally occurring thing to them, because they were open about it. They didn't care what people thought of them. They sought the public openly for answers as they didn't understand what happened as it was a new experience. I heard this person speak about their spiritual encounter that day, and I remained silent. I shuddered and chuckled. Not in any malicious way, but out of fear. I knew that if just by being friends with this person could harm them, what could or would happen to them if I decided to tell them the truth? The reason why I mention this is because what we do personally we do not think will or can effect others. I have had many people say to me that they have never had a negative experience with using the Ouija Board and they continue to use it. While that maybe true, we do not know the ramifications our actions have on someone else. How do we know if the 'innocent' board we are using to communicate with the 'dead and departed' are not manifesting themselves in our loved ones lives? It does happen. I've seen it happen, not just with the person I mentioned, but closer to home; my young children.
They were so very young when they witnessed the creatures that were causing me such hell. As far as I know they have never been attacked, but things make sense now looking back in hindsight. While our loved ones may not be physically harmed, they can be emotionally harmed giving into fits of anger, depression, and animosity for things that shouldn't ever be an issue. Using the Ouija Board causes emotional unrest for those who have never picked up the so called game, and they can't understand why things are happening as the way they are. Don't kid yourself, sins of our parents can and do fall onto the children in a way that can never be expected. It's what generational curses are made out of.
So what's my story? It's a long one and it is one that I do not share lightly. I share it NOT TO INVOKE CURIOSITY, and not to instill fear, but to help discourage you from doing things that you should not be doing. Usually when a parent says 'don't' we question with our actions and search out the answers ourselves to either prove them wrong, or show them that we can do better than they did. My story needs to be told because if it can prevent you from challenging the issue, that is one life SAVED from spiritual attacks, suicide, depression, anger, and any other problematic situation that is directly rooted from using the Ouija Board.
Not everything is to blame on the board, I understand that, but life has enough troubles of its own, we don't need to go making more for ourselves or for others. Trouble has a way of finding us we don't need to go find it, so with that said, if you are curious please take my story to heart. If you need someone to talk to I'm available to talk with; always.
Before I share my story, I'd like to comment about the above picture. It's a very unique and well rendered trick of the eye. Stand back from your computer a bit, and you will see what the artist intended for you to see. This IS NOT MY OWN CREATION and I assume it is public domain. I do not claim this graphic as my own. It was simply something very appropriate for this topic, as I DO NOT SHARE pictures of what the ouija board looks like, nor do I share pictures of ghosts, orbs or any spiritual phenomenon as this is what 'glorifies ' and brings unnecessary attention to it.
The above picture helps to share visually the struggle I went through. I lived behind a mask of happiness, and was so tormented inside. I wrestled with myself, my emotions, my thoughts, my knowledge and I wrestled with my God and my faith. I was an angry person just through the things I had already been through in life, and using the Ouija Board exasperated on my dysfunctions and hurting heart. I can finally say that it has been almost two years since my last attack and it feels good to finally rest at night without the fear of what lurks behind the darkness. Sleep for me would always be avoided for as long as I could hold out because as soon as I'd been in my bed; it didn't matter if I was asleep or not, the spiritual shadows would come out to play and I NEVER had a say in the matter- ever.
The dangers of using an Ouija Board:
Most people who try the Ouija board for the first time are skeptics. That is the reason why they try it in the first place, not because they have some deep seeded need to know their future or know that the spiritual realm exists. We know it exists but for some reason we need to be shown that the Ouija works. That's what got me involved. I wasn't sitting around with my friends one day to say hey, let's try this! My friends kept their dealings with the Ouija a secret. When they presented it to me, they told me that this was a regular thing that they did. I didn't want any part of it, but me trusting my friends as they assured me nothing ever went wrong. I was happy to sit by and watch. I had to open my big mouth. I assumed that they were moving the planchette. ( The planchette is the item one uses to communicate with the spirits.) My friends assured me that they were not moving the item around on their own and urged me to participate. I objected telling them that what we were doing was wrong- it was against God somehow. I didn't know how I knew, I just knew that using the Ouija board to talk to spirits of any kind was going to get us into trouble with God.
I just had to know. My friends liked teasing me and joking around with me, and to be honest I was starting to feel like a third wheel. I wasn't invited much to their outings because I wasn't seen as 'one of them' I was always the 'kill joy'. This time was different. I didn't think of the harm that could be done, and as soon as I put my hands on the planchette; the actions of what was going on convinced me of what I thought was absolutely unbelievable.
The spirit directed its attention to me. It began asking me questions, and then said it was sitting in the empty chair beside me because it 'liked' me. I remember all of us looking at each other, and then the empty chair and saying 'prove it.' The next thing that happened may seem minor but to us, it was all the proof we needed. I was given a gold chain a year before, for my 16 birthday. It was thin and elegant and I did not take that chain off at any time, not even to shower. When we challenged the spirit, I had already taken my hands off the 'game piece' as I couldn't keep up to the movement and too many hands were on the piece already. I had my hands on my lap, and as I sat there waiting for any unseen movement with the planchette, my attention was directed to my lap, when I felt something tickle the tops of my hands.
I looked down and there laying over top of my folded hands was my necklace. I curiously picked it up, thinking to myself what a coincidence that it just happened to break, but looking at my necklace, I told my friends that my chain did not break. The clasp was undone. That was enough for all of us to hastily close up the game, and put it back where it was found and we all funneled out of the house and never talked about that day again- ever
I was scared. I kept thinking as I sat at that table dumbfounded as my friend scrambled to put the game away that how could I not have known. I questioned how could someone undo my necklace without me knowing? I began to get a sense of what the spiritual world could do. I imagined someone standing behind me with their hands close to my neck and undoing the clasp. Then I thought that perhaps the spirit was actually face to face in front of me, it could see me, but I couldn't see it. It touched me without me feeling it! Then I thought of the possibility of it being in the opposite end of the room and not even touching me and it had the ability to make things happen in a way without touching anything. That horrified me beyond belief because we don't know what the spiritual world is capable of, and little did I know I would be the one to find out!
I wish I could say that that was all that happened to me, and I can't speak about what happened to my friends, or if anything happened to them afterwards. All I know is that a little while had past before the spirit would make is presence known to me once again and this would turn out to be one of the most unique and scariest experiences of my entire life. But that's not all, sometimes a spirit comes bringing its friends...
I was laying in bed wanting to go to sleep. Thoughts of the Ouija board experience were clearly out of my mind and forgotten as I thumped on my side waiting for my (foster) sister to finish up her telephone conversation so I could finally get some sleep. It was a school night and it was already well past 10 pm. Her and I shared a room and we also had our own telephone line that we shared. We had a curfew on the phone, but as teens, we don't always do what our parents direct us to do. I admit, I was so beyond annoyed. Her conversation was enough to make me gag with the sentiment of her voice. She was talking to her boyfriend who after graduation of that year had enlisted with the Canadian armed forces and was heading off to Cypress. Her and I weren't all that close, and I really didn't take an interest in her life, but I am glad in that particular situation I at least listened because holding onto that conversation is what kept me grounded and gave me the proof I needed to let me know and her after wards that what I was about to experience was not a dream.
She giggled, and I sighed, sat up and fluffed my pillow, LOUDLY to let her know that it was time to get off the phone. I didn't want to speak too loudly and tip off our parents. I wasn't into getting her into trouble, and besides if I said anything to them, it would ruin the phone privileges for both of us, perhaps that's why she ignored me. I had flipped over in my bed from my side to my back. I folded my hands across my midsection and I had JUST CLOSED MY EYES when a tingling sensation crawled instantly throughout my body. It happened so quick and at first I thought my body was trying to relax, but when I felt the sensation up my legs and then in my arms in such an overwhelmingly quick instant, I knew something was wrong. I tried to move, but couldn't! I was immobilized trapped in my bed and held in silence as I tried to speak. I heard my voice whisper my sister's name, but it wasn't loud enough for her to hear me. I could barely keep my eyes open and I searched the darkness for any signs of what was going on with me. There was no question I was awake and I knew it, but was this some newly found disease yet to be made public? Did I catch something in the water from swimming practice? Did I eat something that didn't agree with me? I baby sat for a family who went into anaphalactic shock just by touching anything that was near nuts.
I was panic stricken. I cannot tell you how many times I tried to move. You know you see it when a girl is held captive in a movie and bound by ropes and she is helpless to get free, but she tries anyway. That was me, but I could not move. I could not move a muscle. I don't know how to describe the feeling of being paralyzed. It's a fear all unto itself, knowing that you can move are capable of moving and yet you can't. The normal action of thinking and doing do not apply. I could not think to move my leg and my leg could not comply. I envisioned moving my leg, but my leg was just still as stone as the rest of my body was. I tried to tell myself to get up out of bed and walk, but my body just laid there.
I can't say how long I was paralyzed for. It seemed like quite a while, and all I could concentrate on was trying to move. If I couldn't move then why. I did not eat or do anything out of the normal that would have any bearing on the matter, so what was going on? Why could I not move, and why was I unable to hold my eyes open. I would move my head slightly and like a magnet, my head would jerk into position. I was so tired and weak from trying to fight back. I was exhausted but something in me told me to keep going. I wasn't giving up, but if this was a new way that brought on sleep, then perhaps it wasn't such a bad thing. I'd be okay once I woke up the next morning wouldn't I? Something answered those thoughts that caused me to panic even more. I don't know how I knew, but something in me told me exactly what was going on. I had no way of fighting if this was what my inner being was telling me. I was powerless and helpless. The situation was hopeless and all I could do was let this happen because I had no choice. I protested in my mind, but before I could say anything else as I screamed at my unseen attacker to the depths of my imagination, something else happened.
I felt pressure on my chest, like someone was leaning on me with all their weight. I thought my lungs were going to collapse, and that made me ask myself if I was breathing. I couldn't tell if I was or not. I knew I wasn't dead, yet, but whatever was happening was taking me to the point of death, I was certain of it. That idea caused more panic in me, and I called out to God for help. I tried calling out to my foster sister, but I only heard whispers and the more I called for God, the more my voice became strained. It didn't hurt to talk, it was hard to talk! It was if my vocal chords were cemented in place and the energy within my voice had no choice but to squish through the available cracks. It was as hard to talk verbally as it is trying to suck a thick milkshake through a skinny coffee straw!
With the pressure remaining on my chest, I felt a new sensation. My throat began to burn and ache and I knew that this was it. If whatever was happening succeeded, I was doomed. I would never be the same again, or even be again. This was my time's up moment and I couldn't stop it! I envisioned something being shoved down my throat that was too big. It wouldn't fit and yet it was being force fed to me. I didn't know if my mouth was open, or closed, all I knew was what I felt and what I sensed. Panic began to rise as I finally grabbed a clue. This is what it feels like when a spirit enters you! Something was trying to possess me, and if it couldn't control me in that way, then it was going to kill me! I know this sounds like an exaggeration but it isn't. I am 40 now and this happened when I was 17. This still feels very real to me like it just happened yesterday and no matter how many times I retell this story, the same feelings becomes clear; I was being spiritually attacked.
I knew that. I didn't want to believe it, but all other possibilities did not make sense. Something spiritual was happening to me and I had to find a way to get a grip because my life was fading fast. I had so much to live for and so much yet to accomplish, although I can tell you that was not what I was saying, all I knew at the time was I did NOT WANT TO DIE!!!! God help me! Help me! God please help me! Was what I shouted into the echos of my mind. The more I shouted the harder the presence tried to silence me. I then grabbed hold of the only thing that would give me comfort. If I was to die, I would die with God on my mind. I began to say the Lord's prayer.
" Our Father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy-" What comes next? I asked myself as I assumed panic was making me a little bit forgetful. I started again, ' Our Father who art in -" What was the next word? I know I just said it! What the heck is going on? Why can't I remember I must remember! I fought against everything I had in me, it was as if I had a complete memory loss but what remained in me was the knowing of what I knew. I just couldn't remember the words and it was as if the presence decided to play a little joke because suddenly the words came flooding back to me, but not in order. I had to piece them together like a jigsaw puzzle, and I used my knowing of the order of the words to cement them in place! I literally in my mind would envision the words from a type of word assembly line, pick out the right sequence and repeat them in order in my mind. Each word I found, would have me repeat the entire sequence just to make me sure and secure that I knew the Lord's prayer and that it was unmovable in my mind. When I began to say the entire prayer from memory, suddenly the entire prayer vanished from my mind and I could not recall any of the words. I knew I knew it, but there was no memory to fall back on. It was if my mind had no memorization of the Lord's prayer and I was left screaming in my mind.
I began to call out to God for help once again. I felt pressure on my chest and in my throat, I couldn't move, I couldn't speak. In my mind I was a scared little girl, crying, screaming 'why are you doing this to me?' I wanted to hide in the corner and let God take control but when I called for His help, my mind forgot who to call out to. My mind quickly grabbed onto one last word that I knew would help.
Jesus! Help me sa-... The words in my mind were again obliterated down to nothing. I was left with one word, one name and His name was all that was ever needed. ' Jesus! JESUS! JESUS! JESUS!'
I kept repeating His name over and over and over again. I was not letting go of His name. I was not letting go and I was not stopping until He helped me. ' JESUS! JESUS! JESUS! JESUS! JESUS!' His name was a light in my darkness and I was willing to follow this name to the depths of my death. I was willing to hang onto His name no matter what happened to me. I knew Jesus would rescue me, I didn't know how or when, but I knew that Jesus would help. We are told after all that Jesus saves. There was no room for debating in that moment. I clung on to what I knew, how naively or innocently I didn't care. I knew Jesus would help and that was all that mattered.
The tingling feeling subsided, and as soon as it was gone I knew I was okay. I shot out of bed and turned on the light. I tore at my night gown to reveal my chest and grabbed the crucifix off the wall. I thought if I am possessed, touching the cross to my bare skin would reveal the truth. I tell you I sighed such a sigh of relief when my skin was not branded with the marks of that cross. My sister looked shocked and asked me what happened. I told her but she didn't believe me. She tried to convince me I had a bad dream- a nightmare. I told her I wasn't asleep because through all my ordeal I was able to catch some of her conversation.
That was enough to convince her and we slept in the spare room upstairs with every single light on in the house.