IronGhost Posted July 14, 2007 #176 Share Posted July 14, 2007 lol Iron that was funny....anymore sessions ? Sure, I've got many boxes filled with dusty notebooks of sessions done since I was 8 years old, and I'm now 48. My first session when I was 8 was with my oldest brother, Felix. I have four siblings and we all tried working the board in various combinations with poor results, but when Felix and I worked it together, the thing went wild. Felix is 11 years older than me, so he would have been around 19 when I was 8. Anyway, I still have that first session in writing, and the old Ouija Board told us all kinds of stuff that never came true. Back then we asked just very simple questions, and we always called the Ouija Board by name. So, for example, we would ask: "Ouija Board. How old will I be when I die?" The Board told me that I would die at age 41, which obviously never came true. It also said that I would grow up to be a fairly high-ranking officer in the U.S. Navy, but that after I got out of the Navy, I would loose my way, become and alcoholic and then a homeless bum. This never happened either. We asked it how I would die, and it said that I would be stabbed to death in a knife fight inside a small neon sign shop in downtown Detroit. Then we asked for details of how this would come about, and it said that, as a homeless man, I would search through the garbage for small items to sell on the streetcorner for petty cash, and that I would spend every dime on cheap wine. Then it told me that I would get into an argument with another bum who was begging for cash on the street in "my territory." It said that on a very cold day we both went into a neon sign shop and started arguing, and I got stabbed to death. The Board said that my youngest brother would grow up to be a garbage man, and that he would die at the age of 21 after someone had illegally dumped radioactive material into a waste bin, thus giving him radiation poisening. This did not turn out to be true either. And so on -- our favorite quesations were about how we were going to die, how long we would live, and that kind of stuff. My mother, who was a very devout Catholic, would yell at us whenever we asked it stuff like "when will I die?" She would yell at us in Polish to "get rid of that Oiuja Board." Still, she let us play with it, and didn't mind when our questions were less frightening. Even though a hard-core Catholic, I think she considered the Board a harmless toy. But, anyway, we were always amazed at how crazy and creative all the things it told us were. For example, we lived in a small town in Minnesota, and none of had ever been to Detroit, or would have ever thought about something like a "neon sign shop." Sometimes Felix and I would argue with each other. He would yell at me, "You're moving it!" And I would swear I was not, and then I would accuse him of moving it, and he would protest as well. This is when we first came up with the idea to blindfold one person to make it tougher to cheat, even subconsciously. But one time mom took the board away from us for a long time because one Saturday night, we contacted a dead man by the name of Hal Witzman. Mr. Witzman had been a well-known plumber in our town for many years, and had died a couple of years ago. Mom thought it was just too eerie that we were talking to dead people we had actually once known. In our child-like innocence, we would ask questions like, "What's it like in your grave?" And Mr. Witzman would say, "It's cold and lonely." Mom didn't like this at all. But then we asked Mr. Witzman if he felt that he had wasted his life toiling away as a plumber, and did he wish he had done something more interesting with his life, and the spirit of Mr. Witzman became very angry, and started insulting my father, who owned a grocery store. The dead Mr. Witzman said: "What's so bad about working as a plumber? Your own dad is nothing buy a prune peddler, and a tightwad!" Then we would say: "Ha! Ha! You're only a dead plumber!" And then we also told Mr. Witzman, we told him his wife remarried only six months after he died, and she seemed very happy now -- and this made the dead Mr. Witzman extremely angry -- we also told him that we did not believe that his wife had ever put flowers on his grave -- and Mr. Wiztman said he would start haunting her, and us as well. At this point, mom had enough and confiscated the Oijua Board. But the point I should make is that when one continued to use the Ouija Board over a period of many years, and do so consistently, you develop a whole new knack and sensativity with it, and you eventually get much richer, more advanced kinds of readings, etc. Maybe I'll discuss that more later. Anyway, thank you Anvil for yoou kind comments, and to all others here as well. When I get time, I'll dig out a few more sessions from my 40-year stack of notebooks. I'm really surprised anyone finds them all that interesting. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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