Ouija Boards

[MostReal]

breh I thought this crap was a game but that spiritual mess is real

DO NOT play with it breh

 

[61 Corpses]

I asked it "what age i'ma die at?" back in 95', I only got a couple more years left...

 

[rocksteady]

a story about my experience:

i used to think it was bogus too and just fun and games.

i used to be an atheist.

so there's no way i was going to believe that ouija garbage (i thought to myself).

i tried it when i was an older teenager (about 20 years has passed since then).

now i'm not going to make it seem like some crazy, fantastic, villainous type of shyt happened, it was nothing like that. but, what did transpire was enough to lead me to believe that there really is something more to it... the most objective way to describe it would be, "the unexplainable".

the setting was straight out of a scary movie (big house, group of friends, raining outside, late at night).

after being out partying, a bunch of us decided to go to my best friend's house to drink a little more, smoke and just chill. his parents were out for the evening and wouldn't be home until the following afternoon. so it was all good.

man, it was such a fun time. it's not often you get such an opportunity. nobody was acting a fool or having beef with each other. one of the last good times i had with my friends where we were all under the same roof and still innocent to the world and not hampered with the responsibilities of adult life; no wife, no kids, no mortgage.

i have to tell you, it was a big fukking house. it's one of those old ass 1930s houses that was remodeled (3 stories), big fukking trees outside close to the windows. they even had a big creepy ass cat with cloudy eyes. i didn't look at it that way at the time, but afterward it changed how i looked back on the night.

so we're all having a good time and for one reason or another we decided to "play" the ouija board.

a couple of the guys tried it and they were making jokes and clowning on each other - asking it something about one of the homies and then one of the guys would actually be moving the piece to spell out something funny or make it say 'yes' or 'no' on purpose (just to crack jokes). like they would ask, is so-and-so gay, then purposefully move the piece to 'yes' and everybody would be rollin'.

after a while of just bullshytting i got on the ouija board with one of the younger homies. for some reason we weren't really joking around, we were really interested and focused (although i was an atheist, i was not a full-fledged skeptic).

everybody got quiet. we're sitting at a table now. the tone sort of got serious and at the time i had no idea why. the instant the both of us put our fingers on the piece it started moving and it wasn't moving slowly it was moving fast like a motherfukker. both our fingers were very lightly touching the piece (no homo).

i wasn't even touching it hard enough to be able to direct the piece by myself (so i was thinking to myself, this motherfukker here [my homie] is moving it). i told him, stop playing, i know you're moving it, he reassured me he wasn't and he was like look at my fingers i'm barely touching it. sure enough, everybody noticed that the both of us were barely touching the piece.

all you could hear was the piece moving along the surface of the board, fast. it was complete silence other than the sound of the piece grazing the board. the motion of the movement of the piece was in a 'figure 8' or the infinity symbol. by this time everybody was huddled close and looking.

however, i still didn't fully believe that he wasn't moving it and for all that i know to be real, i know sure as fukk that i wasn't moving it.

after sort of testing it to see that it works with some basic questions, i started to ask it questions that only i knew (some gut feeling i had would not allow me to ask questions about the future, which i didn't). i first asked basic questions like what is my name; what his his name, etc. of course, that doesn't prove shyt, but that was how it started.

one of the weird things was that the piece would move so fast and when it was done, it would come to a full and complete stop without any further motion. it would "zero-in" on the last letter directly. it would head in a perfect straight line, suddenly slow down and get right to it. it was almost as if the piece moving was on tracks, because the figure 8 motion was perfect, especially at that fast a pace. then it would suddenly go off track and head straight to its destination coming to a stop, gently to a perfect stop.

here is the part that is unexplainable to me: i asked the year of my grandmother's birth. i was thinking to myself, that there's no way this motherfukker here [my homie], would ever know that. the piece moved to 1, then to 9 (i'm thinking to myself of course he knows she's old but she's not that old, obviously he deduced that she must've been born in 19-something. then it moved to a 1 again and i'm thinking to myself, let's just see... then it moved to a 9. 1919. my grandmother was in fact born in 1919. it (or he) was right.

so i look at ol'boy like motherfukker how did you know (without saying the words). before i could utter a word, he said it was not me, with his face paled. i'm thinking to myself, i know he didn't know that shyt, but maybe he got lucky.

i thought to myself for a minute, gathering my thoughts and came up with a question that it was impossible for him to know. my grandmother all her life was called by her nickname. nobody else outside of the family knew this detail. so i asked, what was my grandmother's real name?

my grandmother was from a 3rd world country. with a very ancient culture and it still maintains some of that culture, uninhibited by the influences of its various conquerers religion, language and modernity. she has a very ancient name. i have never come across anyone with that name nor do i know of anyone with that name. without being specific (to protect personal details), her name means, "of this world" or "born in this world". it's a long name too.

so i ask the question. it goes to the first letter, correct. it goes to the second letter, correct. it goes to the third letter, correct. it goes to the fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh, eighth letter... correct. in the back of my mind, although i was doubting it, i knew it was real. i was in denial and didn't want to believe it.

from the very first correct letter, i had become an unwilling observer. i wanted to see, but i didn't. because each letter that was correct was in a way shattering the security of what i thought to be real... and of what i thought to be possible.

there is a very real security in believing that, "you know". what shatters that security is when you realize that what you thought was impossible, was in fact possible and what you thought was real, was in fact not real - as it relates to something like reality and possibility, that particular realization becomes quite unnerving.

i stopped playing the "game" at that point. i was completely at a loss for words. i didn't know what to think. i was not moving it (because i was conscious of the fact that i could be moving it subconsciously). i was simply an observer.

at least to me, what i saw was the impossible, the unexplainable.

 

[JasonSJackson]

Who says I'm not one myself

Are you?

 

[JasonSJackson]

a story about my experience:

i used to think it was bogus too and just fun and games.

i used to be an atheist.

so there's no way i was going to believe that ouija garbage (i thought to myself).

i tried it when i was an older teenager (about 20 years has passed since then).

now i'm not going to make it seem like some crazy, fantastic, villainous type of shyt happened, it was nothing like that. but, what did transpire was enough to lead me to believe that there really is something more to it... the most objective way to describe it would be, "the unexplainable".

the setting was straight out of a scary movie (big house, group of friends, raining outside, late at night).

after being out partying, a bunch of us decided to go to my best friend's house to drink a little more, smoke and just chill. his parents were out for the evening and wouldn't be home until the following afternoon. so it was all good.

man, it was such a fun time. it's not often you get such an opportunity. nobody was acting a fool or having beef with each other. one of the last good times i had with my friends where we were all under the same roof and still innocent to the world and not hampered with the responsibilities of adult life; no wife, no kids, no mortgage.

i have to tell you, it was a big fukking house. it's one of those old ass 1930s houses that was remodeled (3 stories), big fukking trees outside close to the windows. they even had a big creepy ass cat with cloudy eyes. i didn't look at it that way at the time, but afterward it changed how i looked back on the night.

so we're all having a good time and for one reason or another we decided to "play" the ouija board.

a couple of the guys tried it and they were making jokes and clowning on each other - asking it something about one of the homies and then one of the guys would actually be moving the piece to spell out something funny or make it say 'yes' or 'no' on purpose (just to crack jokes). like they would ask, is so-and-so gay, then purposefully move the piece to 'yes' and everybody would be rollin'.

after a while of just bullshytting i got on the ouija board with one of the younger homies. for some reason we weren't really joking around, we were really interested and focused (although i was an atheist, i was not a full-fledged skeptic).

everybody got quiet. we're sitting at a table now. the tone sort of got serious and at the time i had no idea why. the instant the both of us put our fingers on the piece it started moving and it wasn't moving slowly it was moving fast like a motherfukker. both our fingers were very lightly touching the piece (no homo).

i wasn't even touching it hard enough to be able to direct the piece by myself (so i was thinking to myself, this motherfukker here [my homie] is moving it). i told him, stop playing, i know you're moving it, he reassured me he wasn't and he was like look at my fingers i'm barely touching it. sure enough, everybody noticed that the both of us were barely touching the piece.

all you could hear was the piece moving along the surface of the board, fast. it was complete silence other than the sound of the piece grazing the board. the motion of the movement of the piece was in a 'figure 8' or the infinity symbol. by this time everybody was huddled close and looking.

however, i still didn't fully believe that he wasn't moving it and for all that i know to be real, i know sure as fukk that i wasn't moving it.

after sort of testing it to see that it works with some basic questions, i started to ask it questions that only i knew (some gut feeling i had would not allow me to ask questions about the future, which i didn't). i first asked basic questions like what is my name; what his his name, etc. of course, that doesn't prove shyt, but that was how it started.

one of the weird things was that the piece would move so fast and when it was done, it would come to a full and complete stop without any further motion. it would "zero-in" on the last letter directly. it would head in a perfect straight line, suddenly slow down and get right to it. it was almost as if the piece moving was on tracks, because the figure 8 motion was perfect, especially at that fast a pace. then it would suddenly go off track and head straight to its destination coming to a stop, gently to a perfect stop.

here is the part that is unexplainable to me: i asked the year of my grandmother's birth. i was thinking to myself, that there's no way this motherfukker here [my homie], would ever know that. the piece moved to 1, then to 9 (i'm thinking to myself of course he knows she's old but she's not that old, obviously he deduced that she must've been born in 19-something. then it moved to a 1 again and i'm thinking to myself, let's just see... then it moved to a 9. 1919. my grandmother was in fact born in 1919. it (or he) was right.

so i look at ol'boy like motherfukker how did you know (without saying the words). before i could utter a word, he said it was not me, with his face paled. i'm thinking to myself, i know he didn't know that shyt, but maybe he got lucky.

i thought to myself for a minute, gathering my thoughts and came up with a question that it was impossible for him to know. my grandmother all her life was called by her nickname. nobody else outside of the family knew this detail. so i asked, what was my grandmother's real name?

my grandmother was from a 3rd world country. with a very ancient culture and it still maintains some of that culture, uninhibited by the influences of its various conquerers religion, language and modernity. she has a very ancient name. i have never come across anyone with that name nor do i know of anyone with that name. without being specific (to protect personal details), her name means, "of this world" or "born in this world". it's a long name too.

so i ask the question. it goes to the first letter, correct. it goes to the second letter, correct. it goes to the third letter, correct. it goes to the fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh, eighth letter... correct. in the back of my mind, although i was doubting it, i knew it was real. i was in denial and didn't want to believe it.

from the very first correct letter, i had become an unwilling observer. i wanted to see, but i didn't. because each letter that was correct was in a way shattering the security of what i thought to be real... and of what i thought to be possible.

there is a very real security in believing that, "you know". what shatters that security is when you realize that what you thought was impossible, was in fact possible and what you thought was real, was in fact not real - as it relates to something like reality and possibility, that particular realization becomes quite unnerving.

i stopped playing the "game" at that point. i was completely at a loss for words. i didn't know what to think. i was not moving it (because i was conscious of the fact that i could be moving it subconsciously). i was simply an observer.

at least to me, what i saw was the impossible, the unexplainable.

Have you been learning since then?

 

[JasonSJackson]

Leviticus 19:31 - "Do not turn to mediums or seek out spiritists, for you will be defiled by them. I am the LORD your God."

What are mediums?

Weed?

 

[rocksteady]

Have you been learning since then?

absolutely, my dude.

that experience alone didn't totally change how i perceive things. even at the time, i still didn't really want to acknowledge what happened.

i feel like not only have i learned (a degree of understanding), but i've 'realized' - a degree of understanding with a broader awareness of more detailed images (thoughts, ideas and what i envision).

hence, i see a clearer picture as to how i view, perceive or see the world and reality (what we think is real and possible).

 

[JasonSJackson]

absolutely, my dude.

that experience alone didn't totally change how i perceive things. even at the time, i still didn't really want to acknowledge what happened.

i feel like not only have i learned (a degree of understanding), but i've 'realized' - a degree of understanding with a broader awareness of more detailed images (thoughts, ideas and what i envision).

hence, i see a clearer picture as to how i view, perceive or see the world and reality (what we think is real and possible).

What was the signifance of the cats eyes being cloudy?

 

[The_King_of_Everything]

 

[rocksteady]

What was the signifance of the cats eyes being cloudy?

all i can say is that the cat was "not right".

there was one other incident that i didn't talk about because it was about my best friend. he was my all-time best friend. i doubt i'll ever have a friend like him again. some things i won't get too specific about because later in life he went missing.

but what i will share is that when he was using the ouija board - the last question it spelled out: E, V, L (no ducktales, no bullshyt).

i'm serious as i can be.

anyway, late late late that night, everybody passed out. i personally was creeped-out, so i slept in the living room on the couch on my back with the lights on. i was in the middle of my sleep when suddenly i opened my eyes and the cat was on the arm rest hunched over like a few inches from my face looking straight into my eyes. it startled the fukk out of me and my heart was in my throat.

cats are more sensitive than we are, most animals are if we pay close attention. as are horses, btw.

imo, they see (perceive and sense) more than what we see and sense (a lot of that has to do with the fact that we're occupied making our own reality and we miss or don't pay attention to things or to things outside of our model of life).

 

[The_King_of_Everything]

Are you?

Naw breh I don't believe in demons

 

[The_King_of_Everything]

Not to discredit dude in the video but it sounds like his moms was already crazy prior to the board being found in a trash can.

 

[rocksteady]

i guess what made it significant is that it had vision problems, iirc. it was not preoccupied with the how the sense of sight helped it form objects. maybe it used some other innate sense to help it understand what it perceives.

 

[JasonSJackson]

i guess what made it significant is that it had vision problems, iirc. it was not preoccupied with the how the sense of sight helped it form objects. maybe it used some other innate sense to help it understand what it perceives.

Wow, you've come really far to recognize that. What it significant enough for u to remember it at the time u first saw it?

 

[Peter Parker]

I'm not a disbeliever in the spiritual, my entire life i've been into the more esoteric aspects of spirituality but I doubt Ouija Boards, I love the concept of some board that's used as a portal to bring sometimes malicious spirits to this realm but I doubt it

There's this really cool Youtube channel where this guy does a lot of these rituals, summoning demons, playing those games said to bring malicious spirits, all that shyt....



According to him he plays with this shyt all the time on and off camera, and nothing has ever happened to him, not saying his word is the end all be all or anything like that, just saying its interesting that everyone has these undocumented stories of crazy shyt happening when they play around with things like this, and the one person who documents his occult dabbling hasn't really had anything too crazy happen to him