KEN KORCZAK:
A number of years ago, we began communicating with an Ouija entity that calls itself "Vantu."
Vantu is the being who came through after we caled upon an Ouija entity who had excellent writing skills. Vantu was very eager to become a novelist. He happily argreed to dictate a book for us.
Unfortunately, Vantu was one hell of a crappy writer -- but we continued to channel his works over the years, when we felt like it. Interestingly, his writing seems to get better and better.
Over the past couple of weeks, Vantu has dicated a long short story for us. The title is "Transdimensional Abortion!"
It's the story about a young woman who wants to terminate her pregnancy, even though she finds doing so morally reprehensible. So, instead, a brilliant scienits removes the fetus from her womb by transporting it to the 11th Dimension -- where it will live on as a entity in that realm.
The story is about 7,500 words. Below, I am going to publish the first 1,000 words, and I will post the rest of it, chapter by chapter.
I would like to know what you all think of it. Please chime in with either yur severe criticism, or your compliments for Vantu.
Just remember -- the following piece of fiction is entirely Vantu's -- I had no idea what sentence he would come up with next, where this story was going, or how it would end.
At the very least, it is a coherent piece of fiction with a beginning, middle and end.
You'l notice some strange terms within the story -- Vantu is either making up words, or using language from his own dimension, or world, or whereever he exists.
I, of course, added punctuation, and made some other extremely minor changes -- hut this is 99% Vantu's work, and not mine.
So without further ado, here is the first 1,000 words of:
TRANSDIMENSIONAL ABORTION
BY
VANTU
Mattay sat weeping on the floor of her boyfriend's room in a dormitory of the Massachusetts Science Brotherhood of Technological Advancement.
A tumble of honey-blonde hair splaying luxuriously over her shoulders, Mattay buried her face in her hands; her shoulders shook to the rhythm of her sobs. Axain sat on his on bed looking down at her, stunned at her news. But he wasn't quite stunned. Not his mind, anyway. It was racing.
He was thinking about how easily moral principles crumble under the blunt hammer of reality. Raised within the Tardrik Essets -- which not only forbid abortion but unsanctioned Tardrik sex -- Axain had been horrified by the mere thought of abortion -- and he was still -- but now this slip of 17-year-old girl was here to tell him she was knocked up with his bio-child.
Axain fully expected to manufacture his own synthetic child some day -- but a bio-child gestating within the blood and guts of another human, and carrying his DNA. A shiver of revulsion rippled across his body.
Mattay did not want a bio-child either. She didn't even love Axain, a man-boy of 18 she had known only a few months. She had bright plans for herself in pan-dimensional engineering.
Also, Mattay had been reared in an orphanage by mercy of the Lustral Acete Sisters. Celibacy was more than a rule among the Sisterhood -- it was a command and demand. Mattay was still dependent upon them. They were paying her way through the Brotherhood TA as she began work toward her degree.
Indeed, it was her own illegitimate birth that had sabotaged the lives of her biological parents, whoever they were -- until they unloaded her on the Sisterhood, that is. After that, her bio-parents had vanished into the ether.
"We can't have a bio-baby, Axian" she cried. We can't!"
The word "abortion" hovered in the room like a specter, neither of them wanting to acknowledge it.
"You could birth the baby and we could give it to the Lustral Sisters," Axain offered meekly.
Mattay fleered. "Osballs! Then I'd become everything I've hated all my life! I'd be my bio-parents! I'd do what they did to me!"
Axain grew silent. He looked at Mattay as she buried her face in her hands again. She was pretty, definitely, Axain thought, but she was already getting fat, pregnant or not. He cursed himself for his shallowness, but there is was: the image of a red-faced, corpulent wife with a squalling bio-child, and he would have to put his own advanced learning on hold.
If he fathered a bio-child he would be required to:
A. Shave his head.
B. Devote five years to Acete meditation.
c. Adopt a daily diet of boiled groab leaves and liquid insect protein.
D. Detach his small toe for tossing of the oracle.
E. Compose the personal paean of return rectitude.
Five years of his young life, before he would be allowed to reenter mainstream society!
Then Axain thought about Dieten Nzzi, that brilliant advanced student from off planet whom he drank arak with sometimes. Dieten was barely three years older than him, but already well on his way to a Glory Cluster Cod Ice for klantarr physics. He was involved with wild and unsantioned experimentations.
"Mattay," Axain said, putting his hands on her shoulders, "for now, let's cram for our entropy exams, and then tomorrow afternoon we'll go talk to Dieten."
Mattay looked up, creases of perplexity playing across her forehead. "Dieten? What the hell has that militant pole thruster have to do with this? You know I don't like him. Nobody likes him, except you!"
"He's not a militant. He's a a pacifist, actually" Axian said absently. "But anyway, he was showing me something he's working on in his lab -- on the side, he says. It's experimental."
Mattay's eyes narrowed. "What?"
"Come on, 24 hours isn't going to make much difference in your bio-gestation process. Let's get through our entropy exam, and then we'll talk about it tomorrow. We'll talk to Dieten."
"How am I supposed to study!" Mattay said.
"It'll take your mind off it if you try hard enough. Come on, I think you're going to be interested in what Dieten has to say."
Mattay tried to protest and prodded Axain for more information, but he eventually convinced her to let him walk her back to her own room. He returned, cracked his tablets and force-focused his mind on the numbing intricacies of countering entropy with consciousness scaffolding.
********
"You're bio-baby will live," Dieten said, smiling. "It will gestate, be born and go on," he told a stunned and bewildered Mattay. "The fetus just won't do it from your womb. It will enter Dimension 11, and live the kind of existence that has meaning over there."
Mattay turned to Axain, who was pale. His eyes bore down on Dieten, who smiled. He was handsome as a Lord with a strong square jaw and thick eyebrows. Thick flaxen hair fell on his forehead. Dieten's tricky personality could be charming, haughty, charismatic or cold within a space of minutes. It was rumored that he was Olmert Eisensteinon's great, great nephew, a rumor most likely seeded by Dieten himself.
Despite Mattay and Axain's distress, Dieten was clearly enjoying himself. His eyes were bright, his body language engaged. It was difficult not to like him, in a wary sort of way.
"Tell Mattay about your experiments, Dieten," Axain pressed. "Maybe you can demonstrate how your dimensional teleporter works."
"It's not a teleporter!" Dieten shouted.
"Okay, okay! Axain said. "Just explain. Tell her, draggot! This isn't easy for us!"
Dieten softened and his face grew mild. "Of course. I'm sorry. You are my friends. I only want to help."
The three of them sat in a rare uncluttered corner of the lab, an area Dieten had all to himself. Everywhere was an impossible tangle of dazzling hardware, computation crystals, tubes, wires, shining metallic pipes that twisted in and out of exposed plasma boards, tanks of super-cooled gases, optic rivules, banks of consoles with enigmatic lights. Dieten sat among it all like a Goblynite comfortably in command of the Changk machinaries of horror.
CLICK HERE FOR MORE OUIJA-WRITTEN FICTION
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Quija Entity Helps Me Write Short Story
KEN KORCZAK:
Many years ago I thought: "Wouldn't it be cool if I could contact some kind of Ouija entity and have it write a book or novel for me?"
Wouldn't it be great the Ouija would write a best seller for me and I could retire!
So what I did was ask the Ouija board to put me in contact with an entity -- possibly a famous dead novelist -- who would agree to dicate a new book for us, letter by letter, word by word on the Ouija board.
The first being we contacted in this regard called itself "Vantu." Vantu was vague about just who or what he was, but he very much wanted to write a novel. So we said, "Knock yourself out Vantu! We are ready to take down your novel!"
So Vantu started writing. It took us about 2 hours of back-breaking work bent over the Ouija board to take down the first page. After this, we immediately saw some drawbacks to our plan:
A. Vantu's writing was shit! (Although it had potential).
B. We could see that dictating a whole novel by Ouija board might take months, or years!
However, with the help of my favorite Ouija entity MOMMY, I have been able to produce a number of very good short stories and novelettes.
One such long short story that MOMMY helped me write is called "The Icon."
You can find a copy to download here:
THE ICON -- OUIJA WRITTEN SHORT STORY
Note, this story is on Lulu, and you will have to cough up .99 cents to download it, but I think it's vastly underpriced because it's a terrific story.
MOMMY gave me the idea for the story and dicated much of it to me. I also wrote parts of it myself. It seemed to work best to let MOMMY write parts of it straight from Ouija dictation, and for me to fill in the other parts.
Between the two of us, I think we managed to write a rather good story. Check it out if you want to. I think it's an example of how the Ouija board can help us be more creative and produce works of art and fiction that we may otherwise not have had the creative talent to produce on our own.
Cheers, everybody!
Many years ago I thought: "Wouldn't it be cool if I could contact some kind of Ouija entity and have it write a book or novel for me?"
Wouldn't it be great the Ouija would write a best seller for me and I could retire!
So what I did was ask the Ouija board to put me in contact with an entity -- possibly a famous dead novelist -- who would agree to dicate a new book for us, letter by letter, word by word on the Ouija board.
The first being we contacted in this regard called itself "Vantu." Vantu was vague about just who or what he was, but he very much wanted to write a novel. So we said, "Knock yourself out Vantu! We are ready to take down your novel!"
So Vantu started writing. It took us about 2 hours of back-breaking work bent over the Ouija board to take down the first page. After this, we immediately saw some drawbacks to our plan:
A. Vantu's writing was shit! (Although it had potential).
B. We could see that dictating a whole novel by Ouija board might take months, or years!
However, with the help of my favorite Ouija entity MOMMY, I have been able to produce a number of very good short stories and novelettes.
One such long short story that MOMMY helped me write is called "The Icon."
You can find a copy to download here:
THE ICON -- OUIJA WRITTEN SHORT STORY
Note, this story is on Lulu, and you will have to cough up .99 cents to download it, but I think it's vastly underpriced because it's a terrific story.
MOMMY gave me the idea for the story and dicated much of it to me. I also wrote parts of it myself. It seemed to work best to let MOMMY write parts of it straight from Ouija dictation, and for me to fill in the other parts.
Between the two of us, I think we managed to write a rather good story. Check it out if you want to. I think it's an example of how the Ouija board can help us be more creative and produce works of art and fiction that we may otherwise not have had the creative talent to produce on our own.
Cheers, everybody!
Friday, July 24, 2009
Will The Ouija Open the Doors for Demons or Evil Spirits Who Will Step Through to Eat Your Soul?
KEN KORCZAK:
Here is a question I get just about every day. "Won't using the Ouija invite evil forces into your life, and mess you up?"
My answer is: No.
First of all, I have been using the Ouija nonstop for 42 years, and I have never been haunted or bothered by anything evil as a result. Some people say, "Well you must have some kind of special ability or protection."
I don't see what. I'm nothing special. I'm not a saint. I don't belong to any orgaized religion, although I have practiced Zen meditation for 28 years -- but Zen has nothing what-so-ever to do with religion.
The fact is, there is no evidence at all that using the Ouija has ever caused anyone any problems. It's true that some people have blamed the Ouija for problems they perceive they are having, but in all cases, you could just as easily point to something else that is disturbing them, such as mental illness, or other problems.
To accept the concept that "a demon" could get you means you would have to buy into the whole idea of what demons are, that they exist -- and most of the time these means from a Christian interpretation. We all know that the Bible says the Jesus cast out demons. Fine, but not everyone is a Christian and believes in Bible tales.
My wife is a Christian, and I have respect for Christian beliefs, but I don't subscribe to them myself. I don't believe in Satan, or his army of demons -- even though I was raised a Catholic and The Exorcist scared the hell (no pun intended) out of me when I saw it at age 12 -- including the Ouija board scene.
Also remember that in pre-Christian times the word "daemon" -- which is where the modern word "demon" spring from -- was a positive thing. Socrates felt it was a good thing to be in touch with your "inner Daemon".
So throughout history, demons have not always been forces for evil -- they were sometimes considered forces for good.
It's true that I have communicated with Ouija entities that have identified themselves as "demons" -- such as the demons Kax and Rantor Rantic. But I found both of these so-called demons to be laughably inept, and basically just a couple of powerless twits
But whatever the case, it is my opinion and belief, that the Ouija is totally safe, I would encourage absolutely anyone to try it, and no harm can come from it as a result -- period.
You have much more to fear from the workings of your own minds than you do of an Ouija board demon.
Here is a question I get just about every day. "Won't using the Ouija invite evil forces into your life, and mess you up?"
My answer is: No.
First of all, I have been using the Ouija nonstop for 42 years, and I have never been haunted or bothered by anything evil as a result. Some people say, "Well you must have some kind of special ability or protection."
I don't see what. I'm nothing special. I'm not a saint. I don't belong to any orgaized religion, although I have practiced Zen meditation for 28 years -- but Zen has nothing what-so-ever to do with religion.
The fact is, there is no evidence at all that using the Ouija has ever caused anyone any problems. It's true that some people have blamed the Ouija for problems they perceive they are having, but in all cases, you could just as easily point to something else that is disturbing them, such as mental illness, or other problems.
To accept the concept that "a demon" could get you means you would have to buy into the whole idea of what demons are, that they exist -- and most of the time these means from a Christian interpretation. We all know that the Bible says the Jesus cast out demons. Fine, but not everyone is a Christian and believes in Bible tales.
My wife is a Christian, and I have respect for Christian beliefs, but I don't subscribe to them myself. I don't believe in Satan, or his army of demons -- even though I was raised a Catholic and The Exorcist scared the hell (no pun intended) out of me when I saw it at age 12 -- including the Ouija board scene.
Also remember that in pre-Christian times the word "daemon" -- which is where the modern word "demon" spring from -- was a positive thing. Socrates felt it was a good thing to be in touch with your "inner Daemon".
So throughout history, demons have not always been forces for evil -- they were sometimes considered forces for good.
It's true that I have communicated with Ouija entities that have identified themselves as "demons" -- such as the demons Kax and Rantor Rantic. But I found both of these so-called demons to be laughably inept, and basically just a couple of powerless twits
But whatever the case, it is my opinion and belief, that the Ouija is totally safe, I would encourage absolutely anyone to try it, and no harm can come from it as a result -- period.
You have much more to fear from the workings of your own minds than you do of an Ouija board demon.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Answering Your Ouija Board Questions ...
KEN KORCZAK:
Hi everybody. I've been getting a lot of e-mail questions associated with this site and from sessions I have posted on other sites. I will periodically try to answer your questions on this blog -- if I can keep up!!!
You all can e-mail me a private message or question at halfcent99@yahoo.com, or just post your question on this site!
TODAY'S QUESTION FROM "PINKFOX"
I was wondering in your opinion what is the best way to get started in the Ouija board? I usually go to taro card readers and I get my incite that way, but I had a session one day about my sprite guards and I would like to know what you think would be the best way for me to maybe contact them. I'm thinking the Ouija board would be the best, but I don't know were to start.
KEN'S ANSWER:
There really is no special way to get started on the Ouija board -- just try it your own way, and see what happens. For many people, nothing ever happens when they try to use the Ouija board, and no matter how hard they try.
What that means is that the Ouija is probably not for you -- although you may be surprised that if you try it with a wide variety of different partners -- you may eventually find someone you really click with, and then the Ouija will work well for you.
But there is a whole candy store of things you can try to explore conscisouness. For example, I'm also a huge fan of lucid dreaming, which I have been practicing for many years. Also Zen meditation -- although Zen is something different entirely.
You can find an essay I wrote about Zen here:
KEN'S ZEN ESSAY
I have also worked extensively with a lot of other stuff, such as the Hemi-Sync tapes of the Monroe Institute.
Some say the Ouija works extremely well for me because I had a near-death experience when I was 10 years old -- I was almost killed in a hunting accident, and this may have opended some doorways for me -- but I don't think anyone needs to have an NDE to explore higher conscisouness. No one should ever do anything dangeruos.
I must confess, I have a somewhat dim view of tarot cards -- especially if you are getting someone else to read "for you." I would be okay with Tarot if a person used it for a self-reflective kind of exercise. The symbols of the tarot might be useful is opening up your mind.
As for your desire to contact your spirit guides, you could try so many things. For example, why not try to contact them in your sleep tonight while you dream? Before you go to bed, tell yourself: "Tonight I will dream that I am talking with my spirit guide!"
Be ready with pen and paper by your bed so that when you wake up, you can write down what you dreamed!!
Thanks for your question, and wishing you total positive energy -- Ken.
I BLOG; THEREFORE, I AM
Hi everybody. I've been getting a lot of e-mail questions associated with this site and from sessions I have posted on other sites. I will periodically try to answer your questions on this blog -- if I can keep up!!!
You all can e-mail me a private message or question at halfcent99@yahoo.com, or just post your question on this site!
TODAY'S QUESTION FROM "PINKFOX"
I was wondering in your opinion what is the best way to get started in the Ouija board? I usually go to taro card readers and I get my incite that way, but I had a session one day about my sprite guards and I would like to know what you think would be the best way for me to maybe contact them. I'm thinking the Ouija board would be the best, but I don't know were to start.
KEN'S ANSWER:
There really is no special way to get started on the Ouija board -- just try it your own way, and see what happens. For many people, nothing ever happens when they try to use the Ouija board, and no matter how hard they try.
What that means is that the Ouija is probably not for you -- although you may be surprised that if you try it with a wide variety of different partners -- you may eventually find someone you really click with, and then the Ouija will work well for you.
But there is a whole candy store of things you can try to explore conscisouness. For example, I'm also a huge fan of lucid dreaming, which I have been practicing for many years. Also Zen meditation -- although Zen is something different entirely.
You can find an essay I wrote about Zen here:
KEN'S ZEN ESSAY
I have also worked extensively with a lot of other stuff, such as the Hemi-Sync tapes of the Monroe Institute.
Some say the Ouija works extremely well for me because I had a near-death experience when I was 10 years old -- I was almost killed in a hunting accident, and this may have opended some doorways for me -- but I don't think anyone needs to have an NDE to explore higher conscisouness. No one should ever do anything dangeruos.
I must confess, I have a somewhat dim view of tarot cards -- especially if you are getting someone else to read "for you." I would be okay with Tarot if a person used it for a self-reflective kind of exercise. The symbols of the tarot might be useful is opening up your mind.
As for your desire to contact your spirit guides, you could try so many things. For example, why not try to contact them in your sleep tonight while you dream? Before you go to bed, tell yourself: "Tonight I will dream that I am talking with my spirit guide!"
Be ready with pen and paper by your bed so that when you wake up, you can write down what you dreamed!!
Thanks for your question, and wishing you total positive energy -- Ken.
I BLOG; THEREFORE, I AM
Thursday, July 16, 2009
An Ouija "spirit" Tried to Fake It's Own Death (We think)
KEN KORCZAK:
It's been a cold, rainy, dark, windy day here in northern Minnesota, so some friends asked if they could come over and have me do an Ouija session -- so I agreed -- I have't done a session in about six months.
There were eight people present. there was a friendly, festive atmosphere in the room. I served eveyyone my homemade smoked northern pike, cheese and some wine, and then we got down to biz.
I was using my "A Team" meaning it was Brian and I handling the Ouija board and the lovely Darcy acting as session recorder. We had no specific axe to grind, so we just decided to do a totally open-ended session and started out with a general request to speak with anyone or "thing" that would speak with us.
So here is the transcript, hot off the press -- I'll just present this material as it came out -- we all have a bunch of theories as to the meaning of this session, and I want to offer what I think was going on here in this situation, but I am extremely exhausted -- so I'll just let you all read and maybe I'll comment more on this later.
As always, our questions are small case and the answers from the Ouija are in ALL CAPS!
* * * * * *
Session Opening: We cast out our minds into the vast Universe of Thought and Information and seek contact with any intelligent entity that is will and able to communicate with us. Who will come forth?
(Note: The oracle begin to move immediately at a rapid rate.)
ANSWER: I AM HERE BUT I AM UNSEEN. BUT I AM ALSO SEEN.
Question: What do you mean by “unseen“?
ANSWER: I AM NO LONGER SEEN BY MY KIND BUT I AM NOT SURE. SOMETIMES MY KIND ARE HERE, BUT NOT ALWAYS, BUT THEY CAN STILL SEE ME, ALTHOUGH MANY TIMES I AM UNSEEN.
Question: Who are you?
ANSWER: YOUR QUESTION SEEMS STRANGE.
Question: Why? Don’t you know who you are?
ANSWER: I HAVE CONFUSION. I ALSO HAVE MORE UNDERSTANDING THAN BEFORE.
Question: Before what?
ANSWER: BEFORE I BECAME UNSEEN AND SEEN.
Question: Maybe when you say “unseen” you mean that you are dead. Do you know I mean?
ANSWER: I THINK I BEGIN TO UNDERSTAND.
Question: Do you know what a human being is?
ANSWER: IS THAT A GLOE BEAST?
Question: We do not know what a gloe beast is. We are humans. We also use the term people, or a person, or a living body, or homo sapiens. We have a classification for all kinds of creatures, and we call ourselves primates. Does this help you understand?
ANSWER: OH YES, YES. I AM OF A KIND. IT FEELS SO GOOD TO THINK THAT.
Question: Why? Are you dead now, or a ghost, or something like that? Is that what you mean by being “unseen”?
ASNWER: I. (PAUSE) DEAD . (PAUSE) I AM SOMEPLACE. I AM UNSEEN, BUT SOMETIMES I AM NOT UNSEEN. I AM SEEN.
Question: Where are you?
ANSWER: I DON’T KNOW. I AM IN MANY PLACES. IT IS STRANGE.
Question: Well, would you say you are on the planet earth, in a country, in some land, or some kingdom, or something like that?
ANSWER: YES, I AM SOMEWHERE. IN SOME LAND.
Question: Do you understand the concept of time?
ANSWER: TIME. (pause). NO.
Question: Describe the kind of clothing you are wearing? That which you cover your body with, you know, to protect your person from the cold, for example.
ANSWER: IT IS SO STRANGE TO THINK OF THAT AGAIN. BUT NOW I UNDERSTAND YOU. CAN YOU SEE ME?
Question: No. We cannot see you. Would you look at yourself and tell us what you are wearing. Can you? Do you cover your body with something to protect from the cold, for example, or other environemntal elements?
ANSWER: I ….ARE YOU OF MY KIND?
Question: We are not entirely sure what you mean by “KIND” however, we may be of your kind. But to continue, we were hoping that if you could describe your clothes, it might give us a clue as to what time period you are from. So don’t think about it too much. Just look at yourself and tell us what clothes you are wearing.
ANSWER: THE HIDE OF THE MOUNTAIN OTHER IS MY SKIN.
Question: You are wearing the skin of some kind of animal? Perhaps it isyour way to hunt such beasts, or maybe you call them "others," and use them for food and clothing then. Is that the case?
ANSWER: YES. NOW. THAT IS YES.
Question: When you take the skin away from the mountain beast/other does the mountain beast then become unseen? Because that is what we call dead.
ANSWER: IT WOULD BE FOOLISH TO THINK OF A MOUNTAIN OTHER AS UNSEEN. THEY CANNOT SEE.
Questions: Okay, well …. so there are mountains where you live. Do you live in the mountains?
ANSWER: I AM GRATEFUL TO YOU. YES. I KNOW THAT. NOW I REMEMBER MY LAND, AND I KNOW MOUNTAINS.
Question: We have a system here we call time. We consider it to be the year 2009. This means that there have been 2009 years since a certain god, or some people considered a certain god-like person was on the earth. A year is the time it takes our planet to make one circle around the sun in the sky. Do you know what we mean? So our planet has circled 2009 times since this certain god went away. Does this make sense to you?
ANSWER: NO.
Question: Do you know what a god is?
ANSWER: NO.
Questions: In your land, and among your people, did you look to other things, or people, or beasts or the sky and consider them to have more powers than you yourself did? I mean, were there other people, beasts or maybe spirits that you could not see that you looked to for help and guidance?
ANSWER: NO. YOU ARE STRANGE, YET FAMILIAR.
Question: Do you have a name? Or what were your people called, the ones who lives in the land where you are now near the mountains?
ANSWER: WE ARE OF A KIND. WE WERE NOT THE OTHERS. THERE WERE MANY OTHERS.
Question: Do you have a name? Do you know what we mean?
ANSWER: NO. IT IS STRANGE. NO. BUT SOME OF THIS SEEMS KNOWN.
Question: So we are thinking that by “unseen” that you mean what we call the state of being dead. When people here become “dead” they are no longer seen among us. So assuming that you are dead, or unseen, why do you not seem sure about it?
ANSWER: IT IS DIFFERENT FOR ME NOW. I DO NOT HAVE TO BE WITH MY KIND. BUT IT IS YOUR DEAD NOT TO BE WITH MY KIND. YET I AM NOT WITH MY KIND, BUT I HAVE NOT GONE AWAY. I AM STILL HERE.
Question: Can you tell us what happened that made you start feeling strange, and when you were separated from your kind, and then cause you to be dead, or to become unseen?
ANSWER: YES. (There was a long pause, so we finally decided to prod the entity).
Question: Can you tell us the circumstances of being separated from your Kind?
ANSWER: YES. I KILLED A LARGE TROPPER AND DRANK A LARGE PORTION OF ITS BLOOD.
Question: What is a tropper?
ANSWER: A LARGE OTHER.
Question: Is it normal for you to drink the blood of the tropper other?
ANSWER: NO, THIS IS NOT THE WAY OF MY KIND.
Question: Well, then why did you drink the blood of the tropper other?
ANSWER: I WANTED TO BE UNSEEN AND SEEN AMONG MY KIND.
Question: Do you mean like being invisible or dead like a ghost? Do you know what we mean?
ANSWER: I WANTED TO GO UNSEEN AMONG MY KIND. AND STILL BE SEEN.
Question: Well, is the drinking of the tropper blood some kind of magic spell, or something like that, which would help you to become unseen among the kind.
ANSWER: I DRANK THE BLOOD, AND THEN WHEN THE OTHERS OF MY KIND SAW THE BLOOD COME FORTH FROM MY MOUTH, I THOUGHT i WOULD BECOME UNSEEN.
Question: Wait a minute. This sounds to us like you were trying to fake your death. Let us offer a theory. You killed a tropper beast, or other, and drank a large portion of its blood. Then you put yourself in some situation wherein it made it seem that a large amount of blood came out of your own body. In other words, you vomited up a large amount of blood, and in that way, you sought to make the others of your kind think that you had suffered some kind of massive accident or had gotten very sick, and in that way, you could join the unseen or dead. Is this the case?
(Note: There was a long pause. We rested out backs, and then we returned our fingers to the oracle.)
Question: Tell us about how you caused the blood of the tropper other to come out of your mouth in such a way as to make the others of your kind think that you had become dead or unseen?
ANSWER: NO. AFTER TAKING MYSELF ON BLOOD, I WENT AMONG OTHERS WITHOUT MY KIND.
Question: We do not understand. Can you explain?
ANSWER: I WENT ALONE AMONG THE OTHERS. THE OTHERS ARE NOT OF OUR KIND, NOT OF THE TROPPER KIND, BUT OF OTHERS. BUT I REMAIN IN THE LAND OF MY KIND. WE ARE HERE AND THEY ARE HERE, BUT NOT IN OUR HERE.
Question: So the “Others” are different beasts of some kind, maybe like the gloe beasts?
ANSWER: SO YOU KNOW THE GLOE BEAST?
Question: No!! It was you who mentioned the Gloe beast to us! We do not know what a gloe beast is! Are you confused?
ANSWER: YES. EVEYTHING IS STRANGE. THERE ARE MANY NEW THINGS. SOMETIMES I KNOW THINGS FROM OTHERS, WHICH IS STRANGE.
Question: Okay, well, let’s get back to this instant when right after you gorged yourself on the blood of the tropper beast and then went among the others -- we assume this was some herd of beasts, some other beasts -- and then these beasts appeared to cause damage to you and you vomited up all the blood, and in a way that would make the other of your kind think that you were to become unseen, or dead. Is this the case?
ANSWER: YES.
Question: Did your deception work? Did the people of your Kind think that you had become unseen?
ANSWER: NO.
Question: So they knew you were just faking to vomit blood. How did they know? Did you try to act dead, or maybe you did a bad job of acting like you were dead. Do you understand what we are asking?
ANSWER: MY KIND KNEW THE BLOOD WAS OF THE TROPPER BEAST BECAUSE OF THE OTHER WITHIN THE OTHER.
Question: What do you mean by that? What was the “other within the other”?
ANSWER: AN OTHER IN THE TROPPER BLOOD. WHEN THEY SAW THE OTHER IN THE TROPPER BLOOD, THEY KNEW IT WAS TROPPER BLOOD AND NOT BLOOD OF MY KIND.
Question: What do you mean -- like there was some kind of worm or parasite within the blood you disgorged that had come from the tropper beast, and not your own physical organism?
ANSWER: YES.
Question: What kind of organism was in the tropper blood you had ingested?
ANSWER: IT IS AN OTHER. AN OTHER LIKE THAT ONE. IT MAKES THE EARTH MOVE UNDER IT, OR IT MAKES THE TREE LIFT IT UP.
(Note: After some discussion among the group, we were pretty sure and mostly agreed that the entity was talking about a snake. We made the assumption that there was a large parasitic worm squirming among the tropper blood the entity had vomited up -- and we made the assumption that the people of his kind saw this parasite in the blood he had vomited up, and therefore, knew that it could not have been the blood of his kind. So they must have been sophisticated enough to figure out what was going on here -- that this "guy" was trying to fake his death by making everyone think he had vomited a huge amount of blood.)
Question: So what happened then? Did the others fail to consider you unseen?
ANSWER: I DON’T KNOW. THOSE OF MY KIND TOOK ME INTO THE KIND.
Question: What do you mean when you say they “took you into the Kind?”
ANSWER: IT IS THE PLACE OF THE KIND.
Question: So they took you someplace, like a living space, or a cave or a gathering place of your kind?
ANSWER: YES.
Question: Did you know that you had failed to become unseen, and did they know, and did you know that they knew? Do you understand?
ANSWER: NO. I WAS AMONG THE KIND, AND THEN EVERYTHING BECAME STRANGE. NOW I THINK I MAY BE UNSEEN, BUT AT OTHER TIMES, I AM SEEN WITH THE KIND, AND OTHER TIMES, I AM WITH OTHERS.
Question: How is it, do you think, that you are speaking with us right now? Do you know what I mean?
ANSWER: THIS IS THE WAY FOR ME. THERE ARE OTHERS. YOU DON’T SEEM LIKE OTHERS, BUT YOU ARE NOT MY KIND. IT IS STRANGE.
Question: Why did you go through so much trouble to become unseen? Were you in some kind of trouble that caused you to want to fake your death -- that is -- to make others think of you as unseen? What brought on this clever plot of yours?
ANSWER: I HAD BECOME DIFFERENT. I WAS OF THE KIND, BUT I WANTED TO BECOME UNSEEN AND SEEN. I WANTED TO UNDERSTAND.
Question: To understand what, exactly?
ANSWER: TO UNDERSTAND BEING AMONG MY KIND WHILE NOT BEING AMONG MY KIND. I WANTED TO BECOME UNSEEN WITHOUT BEING UNSEEN.
Question: You know, I think we understand. Well, is there anything we can do for you? Can we help you in any way?
ANSWER: YOUR QUESTION IS STRANGE.
Question: Well, we find ourselves exhausted. Perhaps we will contact you again, and perhaps try to learn more about your remarkable situation. Will you communicate with us again in the future?
ANSWER: YES.
Question: Thank you then, and good bye. We wish you well.
ANSWER: GOOD BYE.
For more stories of the paranormal, please go here:
I BLOG; THEREFORE, I AM
It's been a cold, rainy, dark, windy day here in northern Minnesota, so some friends asked if they could come over and have me do an Ouija session -- so I agreed -- I have't done a session in about six months.
There were eight people present. there was a friendly, festive atmosphere in the room. I served eveyyone my homemade smoked northern pike, cheese and some wine, and then we got down to biz.
I was using my "A Team" meaning it was Brian and I handling the Ouija board and the lovely Darcy acting as session recorder. We had no specific axe to grind, so we just decided to do a totally open-ended session and started out with a general request to speak with anyone or "thing" that would speak with us.
So here is the transcript, hot off the press -- I'll just present this material as it came out -- we all have a bunch of theories as to the meaning of this session, and I want to offer what I think was going on here in this situation, but I am extremely exhausted -- so I'll just let you all read and maybe I'll comment more on this later.
As always, our questions are small case and the answers from the Ouija are in ALL CAPS!
* * * * * *
Session Opening: We cast out our minds into the vast Universe of Thought and Information and seek contact with any intelligent entity that is will and able to communicate with us. Who will come forth?
(Note: The oracle begin to move immediately at a rapid rate.)
ANSWER: I AM HERE BUT I AM UNSEEN. BUT I AM ALSO SEEN.
Question: What do you mean by “unseen“?
ANSWER: I AM NO LONGER SEEN BY MY KIND BUT I AM NOT SURE. SOMETIMES MY KIND ARE HERE, BUT NOT ALWAYS, BUT THEY CAN STILL SEE ME, ALTHOUGH MANY TIMES I AM UNSEEN.
Question: Who are you?
ANSWER: YOUR QUESTION SEEMS STRANGE.
Question: Why? Don’t you know who you are?
ANSWER: I HAVE CONFUSION. I ALSO HAVE MORE UNDERSTANDING THAN BEFORE.
Question: Before what?
ANSWER: BEFORE I BECAME UNSEEN AND SEEN.
Question: Maybe when you say “unseen” you mean that you are dead. Do you know I mean?
ANSWER: I THINK I BEGIN TO UNDERSTAND.
Question: Do you know what a human being is?
ANSWER: IS THAT A GLOE BEAST?
Question: We do not know what a gloe beast is. We are humans. We also use the term people, or a person, or a living body, or homo sapiens. We have a classification for all kinds of creatures, and we call ourselves primates. Does this help you understand?
ANSWER: OH YES, YES. I AM OF A KIND. IT FEELS SO GOOD TO THINK THAT.
Question: Why? Are you dead now, or a ghost, or something like that? Is that what you mean by being “unseen”?
ASNWER: I. (PAUSE) DEAD . (PAUSE) I AM SOMEPLACE. I AM UNSEEN, BUT SOMETIMES I AM NOT UNSEEN. I AM SEEN.
Question: Where are you?
ANSWER: I DON’T KNOW. I AM IN MANY PLACES. IT IS STRANGE.
Question: Well, would you say you are on the planet earth, in a country, in some land, or some kingdom, or something like that?
ANSWER: YES, I AM SOMEWHERE. IN SOME LAND.
Question: Do you understand the concept of time?
ANSWER: TIME. (pause). NO.
Question: Describe the kind of clothing you are wearing? That which you cover your body with, you know, to protect your person from the cold, for example.
ANSWER: IT IS SO STRANGE TO THINK OF THAT AGAIN. BUT NOW I UNDERSTAND YOU. CAN YOU SEE ME?
Question: No. We cannot see you. Would you look at yourself and tell us what you are wearing. Can you? Do you cover your body with something to protect from the cold, for example, or other environemntal elements?
ANSWER: I ….ARE YOU OF MY KIND?
Question: We are not entirely sure what you mean by “KIND” however, we may be of your kind. But to continue, we were hoping that if you could describe your clothes, it might give us a clue as to what time period you are from. So don’t think about it too much. Just look at yourself and tell us what clothes you are wearing.
ANSWER: THE HIDE OF THE MOUNTAIN OTHER IS MY SKIN.
Question: You are wearing the skin of some kind of animal? Perhaps it isyour way to hunt such beasts, or maybe you call them "others," and use them for food and clothing then. Is that the case?
ANSWER: YES. NOW. THAT IS YES.
Question: When you take the skin away from the mountain beast/other does the mountain beast then become unseen? Because that is what we call dead.
ANSWER: IT WOULD BE FOOLISH TO THINK OF A MOUNTAIN OTHER AS UNSEEN. THEY CANNOT SEE.
Questions: Okay, well …. so there are mountains where you live. Do you live in the mountains?
ANSWER: I AM GRATEFUL TO YOU. YES. I KNOW THAT. NOW I REMEMBER MY LAND, AND I KNOW MOUNTAINS.
Question: We have a system here we call time. We consider it to be the year 2009. This means that there have been 2009 years since a certain god, or some people considered a certain god-like person was on the earth. A year is the time it takes our planet to make one circle around the sun in the sky. Do you know what we mean? So our planet has circled 2009 times since this certain god went away. Does this make sense to you?
ANSWER: NO.
Question: Do you know what a god is?
ANSWER: NO.
Questions: In your land, and among your people, did you look to other things, or people, or beasts or the sky and consider them to have more powers than you yourself did? I mean, were there other people, beasts or maybe spirits that you could not see that you looked to for help and guidance?
ANSWER: NO. YOU ARE STRANGE, YET FAMILIAR.
Question: Do you have a name? Or what were your people called, the ones who lives in the land where you are now near the mountains?
ANSWER: WE ARE OF A KIND. WE WERE NOT THE OTHERS. THERE WERE MANY OTHERS.
Question: Do you have a name? Do you know what we mean?
ANSWER: NO. IT IS STRANGE. NO. BUT SOME OF THIS SEEMS KNOWN.
Question: So we are thinking that by “unseen” that you mean what we call the state of being dead. When people here become “dead” they are no longer seen among us. So assuming that you are dead, or unseen, why do you not seem sure about it?
ANSWER: IT IS DIFFERENT FOR ME NOW. I DO NOT HAVE TO BE WITH MY KIND. BUT IT IS YOUR DEAD NOT TO BE WITH MY KIND. YET I AM NOT WITH MY KIND, BUT I HAVE NOT GONE AWAY. I AM STILL HERE.
Question: Can you tell us what happened that made you start feeling strange, and when you were separated from your kind, and then cause you to be dead, or to become unseen?
ANSWER: YES. (There was a long pause, so we finally decided to prod the entity).
Question: Can you tell us the circumstances of being separated from your Kind?
ANSWER: YES. I KILLED A LARGE TROPPER AND DRANK A LARGE PORTION OF ITS BLOOD.
Question: What is a tropper?
ANSWER: A LARGE OTHER.
Question: Is it normal for you to drink the blood of the tropper other?
ANSWER: NO, THIS IS NOT THE WAY OF MY KIND.
Question: Well, then why did you drink the blood of the tropper other?
ANSWER: I WANTED TO BE UNSEEN AND SEEN AMONG MY KIND.
Question: Do you mean like being invisible or dead like a ghost? Do you know what we mean?
ANSWER: I WANTED TO GO UNSEEN AMONG MY KIND. AND STILL BE SEEN.
Question: Well, is the drinking of the tropper blood some kind of magic spell, or something like that, which would help you to become unseen among the kind.
ANSWER: I DRANK THE BLOOD, AND THEN WHEN THE OTHERS OF MY KIND SAW THE BLOOD COME FORTH FROM MY MOUTH, I THOUGHT i WOULD BECOME UNSEEN.
Question: Wait a minute. This sounds to us like you were trying to fake your death. Let us offer a theory. You killed a tropper beast, or other, and drank a large portion of its blood. Then you put yourself in some situation wherein it made it seem that a large amount of blood came out of your own body. In other words, you vomited up a large amount of blood, and in that way, you sought to make the others of your kind think that you had suffered some kind of massive accident or had gotten very sick, and in that way, you could join the unseen or dead. Is this the case?
(Note: There was a long pause. We rested out backs, and then we returned our fingers to the oracle.)
Question: Tell us about how you caused the blood of the tropper other to come out of your mouth in such a way as to make the others of your kind think that you had become dead or unseen?
ANSWER: NO. AFTER TAKING MYSELF ON BLOOD, I WENT AMONG OTHERS WITHOUT MY KIND.
Question: We do not understand. Can you explain?
ANSWER: I WENT ALONE AMONG THE OTHERS. THE OTHERS ARE NOT OF OUR KIND, NOT OF THE TROPPER KIND, BUT OF OTHERS. BUT I REMAIN IN THE LAND OF MY KIND. WE ARE HERE AND THEY ARE HERE, BUT NOT IN OUR HERE.
Question: So the “Others” are different beasts of some kind, maybe like the gloe beasts?
ANSWER: SO YOU KNOW THE GLOE BEAST?
Question: No!! It was you who mentioned the Gloe beast to us! We do not know what a gloe beast is! Are you confused?
ANSWER: YES. EVEYTHING IS STRANGE. THERE ARE MANY NEW THINGS. SOMETIMES I KNOW THINGS FROM OTHERS, WHICH IS STRANGE.
Question: Okay, well, let’s get back to this instant when right after you gorged yourself on the blood of the tropper beast and then went among the others -- we assume this was some herd of beasts, some other beasts -- and then these beasts appeared to cause damage to you and you vomited up all the blood, and in a way that would make the other of your kind think that you were to become unseen, or dead. Is this the case?
ANSWER: YES.
Question: Did your deception work? Did the people of your Kind think that you had become unseen?
ANSWER: NO.
Question: So they knew you were just faking to vomit blood. How did they know? Did you try to act dead, or maybe you did a bad job of acting like you were dead. Do you understand what we are asking?
ANSWER: MY KIND KNEW THE BLOOD WAS OF THE TROPPER BEAST BECAUSE OF THE OTHER WITHIN THE OTHER.
Question: What do you mean by that? What was the “other within the other”?
ANSWER: AN OTHER IN THE TROPPER BLOOD. WHEN THEY SAW THE OTHER IN THE TROPPER BLOOD, THEY KNEW IT WAS TROPPER BLOOD AND NOT BLOOD OF MY KIND.
Question: What do you mean -- like there was some kind of worm or parasite within the blood you disgorged that had come from the tropper beast, and not your own physical organism?
ANSWER: YES.
Question: What kind of organism was in the tropper blood you had ingested?
ANSWER: IT IS AN OTHER. AN OTHER LIKE THAT ONE. IT MAKES THE EARTH MOVE UNDER IT, OR IT MAKES THE TREE LIFT IT UP.
(Note: After some discussion among the group, we were pretty sure and mostly agreed that the entity was talking about a snake. We made the assumption that there was a large parasitic worm squirming among the tropper blood the entity had vomited up -- and we made the assumption that the people of his kind saw this parasite in the blood he had vomited up, and therefore, knew that it could not have been the blood of his kind. So they must have been sophisticated enough to figure out what was going on here -- that this "guy" was trying to fake his death by making everyone think he had vomited a huge amount of blood.)
Question: So what happened then? Did the others fail to consider you unseen?
ANSWER: I DON’T KNOW. THOSE OF MY KIND TOOK ME INTO THE KIND.
Question: What do you mean when you say they “took you into the Kind?”
ANSWER: IT IS THE PLACE OF THE KIND.
Question: So they took you someplace, like a living space, or a cave or a gathering place of your kind?
ANSWER: YES.
Question: Did you know that you had failed to become unseen, and did they know, and did you know that they knew? Do you understand?
ANSWER: NO. I WAS AMONG THE KIND, AND THEN EVERYTHING BECAME STRANGE. NOW I THINK I MAY BE UNSEEN, BUT AT OTHER TIMES, I AM SEEN WITH THE KIND, AND OTHER TIMES, I AM WITH OTHERS.
Question: How is it, do you think, that you are speaking with us right now? Do you know what I mean?
ANSWER: THIS IS THE WAY FOR ME. THERE ARE OTHERS. YOU DON’T SEEM LIKE OTHERS, BUT YOU ARE NOT MY KIND. IT IS STRANGE.
Question: Why did you go through so much trouble to become unseen? Were you in some kind of trouble that caused you to want to fake your death -- that is -- to make others think of you as unseen? What brought on this clever plot of yours?
ANSWER: I HAD BECOME DIFFERENT. I WAS OF THE KIND, BUT I WANTED TO BECOME UNSEEN AND SEEN. I WANTED TO UNDERSTAND.
Question: To understand what, exactly?
ANSWER: TO UNDERSTAND BEING AMONG MY KIND WHILE NOT BEING AMONG MY KIND. I WANTED TO BECOME UNSEEN WITHOUT BEING UNSEEN.
Question: You know, I think we understand. Well, is there anything we can do for you? Can we help you in any way?
ANSWER: YOUR QUESTION IS STRANGE.
Question: Well, we find ourselves exhausted. Perhaps we will contact you again, and perhaps try to learn more about your remarkable situation. Will you communicate with us again in the future?
ANSWER: YES.
Question: Thank you then, and good bye. We wish you well.
ANSWER: GOOD BYE.
For more stories of the paranormal, please go here:
I BLOG; THEREFORE, I AM
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Death by Ouija Board: We Accidentally Kill Someone
KEN KORCZAK:
Here is an Ouija session I have felt bad about for many years now. As you will read, we blundered our way into causing the death of another living being somewhere out in the universe.
Anyway, here is the session transcript:
Opening Statement: Greetings! We open our minds to the Universe. We cast out our minds into the oceans of free-flowing intelligence seeking communications with other intelligent beings. Will anyone speak with us?
The planchette began to move very strong and swiftly, so that we could barely keep our fingers on it.
ANSWER: WHO ARE YOU, AND HOW CAN YOU POSSIBLE KNOW WHERE WE ARE AND WHAT WE ARE DOING?
Question: We are human beings on what we call the planet earth. We are physical beings with conscious minds, and we are extremely curious. We like to ask a lot of questions. Will you speak with us?
ANSWER: IT IS MOST BIZARRE FOR US. THE DECISION TO SPEAK WITH YOU IS NOT OURS. WE CANNOT EITHER ACCEPT OR REJECT. WE MUST SEEK PERMISSION FROM OUR MASTER TO EITHER SPEAK WITH YOU, OR NOT SPEAK WITH YOU.
Question: Okay. Will you ask your master now if you can speak with us, or not, and how long will that take?
ANSWER: WE WILL BE LUCKY IF WE SURVIVE THE REQUEST, YET WE MUST ASK, SINCE YOU HAVE MADE THE REQUEST.
(Note: we were very unsure about what to say to this. But we continued anyway, to our regret).
Question: If asking permission will cause you danger, maybe you should just forget it and get on with your own business.
ANSWER; IMPOSSIBLE! THAT PROCESS IS UNDERWAY, AND CANNOT BE REVERSED. TO NOT COMPLETE WHAT IS STARTED DISSOLVES OUR EXISTENCE! YOU MUST WAIT FOR OUR RESPONSE!
Question: As you wish. We notice you say "we". Are we speaking to more than one being?
ANSWER: WE CANNOT COMMUNICATE FURTHER WITHOUT PERMISSION WHICH MY PAIR BEING NOW SEEKS. PLEASE WAIT!
Note: We waited around rather disconsolately but decided to continue, despite the odd situation. After a while, we asked more questions.
Question: Have you received permission to speak with us?
ANSWER: PERMISSION HAS BEEN GRANTED, BUT OUR MASTER KILLED MY PAIR-BEING AS PUNISHMENT. I AM NOW AS IF NOTHING, YET I GO ON, AND MUST SPEAK WITH YOU, BUT AM ALSO REQUIRED TO CAST THE VIBRATION OF (unintelligible).
Question: Good lord! We are very sorry to hear about your Pair Being! This is not all that big of a deal to us, we just wanted to chat .... we don't know what to say!
ANSWER: SPEAK AND HONOR THE DEATH OF MY PAIR BEING!
Question: Could you describe what you mean by Pair Being?
ANSWER: IT OF OUR CLASS TO TO EXIST IN PAIRS, MY PAIR BEING WAS ME AND I WAS MY PAIR BEING. WE ARE OF TWO, AND NEVER ONE ONE -- UNTIL NOW!
Question: But why did you master kill your Pair Being merely for speaking with us, and for only opening an initial dialogue?
ANSWER: THE MASTER KNOWS ALL AND WE .... I ... DO NOT QUESTION!
Question: Again, we are sorry for the death of your Pair Being, and perhaps it is best for us to leave you alone.
ANSWER: MY PAIR BEING IS DEAD AND I FACE AN ETERNITY OF AGONY, AND FOR THIS COMMUNICATION!
Question: Wow! Again, we fell so very terrible about all this. We only sought communication with a wise being to discover new information about other worlds.
ANSWER: MY PAIR BEING IS DEAD!
Question: What is your function and what were you and your former Pair Being, God rest its soul, doing when we contacted you?
ANSWER: DO YOU ATTEMPT A HEX OR CHARM OR CODEX OF (unintelligible) ON MY DEAD PAIR BEING WITH 'GOD REST IT'S SOUL?'
Question: No! We only meant this as a term of honor and respect!
ANSWER: WHAT DO YOU WANT?
Question: What is your function in your world?
ANSWER: WE ARE AMONG THE PRIEST CLASS. WE MONITOR THE VIBRATIONS! WE ARE PAIRED FOR LIFE AND EXIST IN EXQUISITE BALANCE AND WE BALANCE THE ENERGY OF (unintelligible)
Question: Can you still do your job without your Pair Being?
ANSWER: THE QUESTION IS ABSURD! WHEN OUR COMMUNICATION ENDS, I DIE!
Question: Maybe you should let us speak with your master and we can explain things.
ANSWER: IMPOSSIBLE! PLEASE GIVE MEANING TO THE DEATH OF MY PAIR BEING AND COMMUNICATE YOUR MESSAGE!
Question: But you don't have to die after we stop talking, do you? What would be the point?
ANSWER: YOU OBVIOUSLY ARE VERY STRANGE BEINGS --ONE NEVER KNOWS WHAT WILL EMANATE FROM THE OCEAN OF VIBRATION. YOUR VIBRATIONS HAVE RESULTED IN THE DEATH OF MY PAIR BEING!
Question: We are very sorry. We hope that you won't die. Our only message is that ... well .. we have had many other beings tell us that there really is no such thing as death, and So perhaps your Pair Being lives on in a kind of afterlife. Perhaps that will comfort you.
ANSWER: IS THIS THE KNOWLEDGE YOU WISH PASSED ON TO OUR MASTER?
Question: Sure, you can tell him that if you want. But, is there something else we can do to make things right and put things back into balance? We don't want you to die. We don't even know your name? What is your name?
ANSWER: MY PAIR BEING IS DEAD! A NAME FOR WHAT WAS ONCE US CAN NO LONGER EXISTS. ALL IS NOTHING!
Question: Go tell your master that our very powerful vibrations insist that you do not die, and that, if possible, your Pair Being must be restored to you, and that we too are very powerful master of the vibrations!
ANSWER: YOUR CONCEPTS ARE STRANGE. THEY WILL BE ADDED TO THE MASTER BASE OF KNOWLEDGE. I GO BEFORE MY MASTER. I GO TO DIE!
And that's where the communication ended. Needless to say, we felt quite bad about it all. Did we stumble and bumble our way into some kind of transdimensional manslaughter? It's hard to know. But after that, we tended to ask for communications only with beings who could communicate with us at no risk to themselves -- but this is hardly effective, because so many the strange being don't understand what that means away -- it all seems to be a cosmic crapshoot, sometimes.
For more stories of the paranormal, please go here:
I BLOG; THEREFORE, I AM
Here is an Ouija session I have felt bad about for many years now. As you will read, we blundered our way into causing the death of another living being somewhere out in the universe.
Anyway, here is the session transcript:
Opening Statement: Greetings! We open our minds to the Universe. We cast out our minds into the oceans of free-flowing intelligence seeking communications with other intelligent beings. Will anyone speak with us?
The planchette began to move very strong and swiftly, so that we could barely keep our fingers on it.
ANSWER: WHO ARE YOU, AND HOW CAN YOU POSSIBLE KNOW WHERE WE ARE AND WHAT WE ARE DOING?
Question: We are human beings on what we call the planet earth. We are physical beings with conscious minds, and we are extremely curious. We like to ask a lot of questions. Will you speak with us?
ANSWER: IT IS MOST BIZARRE FOR US. THE DECISION TO SPEAK WITH YOU IS NOT OURS. WE CANNOT EITHER ACCEPT OR REJECT. WE MUST SEEK PERMISSION FROM OUR MASTER TO EITHER SPEAK WITH YOU, OR NOT SPEAK WITH YOU.
Question: Okay. Will you ask your master now if you can speak with us, or not, and how long will that take?
ANSWER: WE WILL BE LUCKY IF WE SURVIVE THE REQUEST, YET WE MUST ASK, SINCE YOU HAVE MADE THE REQUEST.
(Note: we were very unsure about what to say to this. But we continued anyway, to our regret).
Question: If asking permission will cause you danger, maybe you should just forget it and get on with your own business.
ANSWER; IMPOSSIBLE! THAT PROCESS IS UNDERWAY, AND CANNOT BE REVERSED. TO NOT COMPLETE WHAT IS STARTED DISSOLVES OUR EXISTENCE! YOU MUST WAIT FOR OUR RESPONSE!
Question: As you wish. We notice you say "we". Are we speaking to more than one being?
ANSWER: WE CANNOT COMMUNICATE FURTHER WITHOUT PERMISSION WHICH MY PAIR BEING NOW SEEKS. PLEASE WAIT!
Note: We waited around rather disconsolately but decided to continue, despite the odd situation. After a while, we asked more questions.
Question: Have you received permission to speak with us?
ANSWER: PERMISSION HAS BEEN GRANTED, BUT OUR MASTER KILLED MY PAIR-BEING AS PUNISHMENT. I AM NOW AS IF NOTHING, YET I GO ON, AND MUST SPEAK WITH YOU, BUT AM ALSO REQUIRED TO CAST THE VIBRATION OF (unintelligible).
Question: Good lord! We are very sorry to hear about your Pair Being! This is not all that big of a deal to us, we just wanted to chat .... we don't know what to say!
ANSWER: SPEAK AND HONOR THE DEATH OF MY PAIR BEING!
Question: Could you describe what you mean by Pair Being?
ANSWER: IT OF OUR CLASS TO TO EXIST IN PAIRS, MY PAIR BEING WAS ME AND I WAS MY PAIR BEING. WE ARE OF TWO, AND NEVER ONE ONE -- UNTIL NOW!
Question: But why did you master kill your Pair Being merely for speaking with us, and for only opening an initial dialogue?
ANSWER: THE MASTER KNOWS ALL AND WE .... I ... DO NOT QUESTION!
Question: Again, we are sorry for the death of your Pair Being, and perhaps it is best for us to leave you alone.
ANSWER: MY PAIR BEING IS DEAD AND I FACE AN ETERNITY OF AGONY, AND FOR THIS COMMUNICATION!
Question: Wow! Again, we fell so very terrible about all this. We only sought communication with a wise being to discover new information about other worlds.
ANSWER: MY PAIR BEING IS DEAD!
Question: What is your function and what were you and your former Pair Being, God rest its soul, doing when we contacted you?
ANSWER: DO YOU ATTEMPT A HEX OR CHARM OR CODEX OF (unintelligible) ON MY DEAD PAIR BEING WITH 'GOD REST IT'S SOUL?'
Question: No! We only meant this as a term of honor and respect!
ANSWER: WHAT DO YOU WANT?
Question: What is your function in your world?
ANSWER: WE ARE AMONG THE PRIEST CLASS. WE MONITOR THE VIBRATIONS! WE ARE PAIRED FOR LIFE AND EXIST IN EXQUISITE BALANCE AND WE BALANCE THE ENERGY OF (unintelligible)
Question: Can you still do your job without your Pair Being?
ANSWER: THE QUESTION IS ABSURD! WHEN OUR COMMUNICATION ENDS, I DIE!
Question: Maybe you should let us speak with your master and we can explain things.
ANSWER: IMPOSSIBLE! PLEASE GIVE MEANING TO THE DEATH OF MY PAIR BEING AND COMMUNICATE YOUR MESSAGE!
Question: But you don't have to die after we stop talking, do you? What would be the point?
ANSWER: YOU OBVIOUSLY ARE VERY STRANGE BEINGS --ONE NEVER KNOWS WHAT WILL EMANATE FROM THE OCEAN OF VIBRATION. YOUR VIBRATIONS HAVE RESULTED IN THE DEATH OF MY PAIR BEING!
Question: We are very sorry. We hope that you won't die. Our only message is that ... well .. we have had many other beings tell us that there really is no such thing as death, and So perhaps your Pair Being lives on in a kind of afterlife. Perhaps that will comfort you.
ANSWER: IS THIS THE KNOWLEDGE YOU WISH PASSED ON TO OUR MASTER?
Question: Sure, you can tell him that if you want. But, is there something else we can do to make things right and put things back into balance? We don't want you to die. We don't even know your name? What is your name?
ANSWER: MY PAIR BEING IS DEAD! A NAME FOR WHAT WAS ONCE US CAN NO LONGER EXISTS. ALL IS NOTHING!
Question: Go tell your master that our very powerful vibrations insist that you do not die, and that, if possible, your Pair Being must be restored to you, and that we too are very powerful master of the vibrations!
ANSWER: YOUR CONCEPTS ARE STRANGE. THEY WILL BE ADDED TO THE MASTER BASE OF KNOWLEDGE. I GO BEFORE MY MASTER. I GO TO DIE!
And that's where the communication ended. Needless to say, we felt quite bad about it all. Did we stumble and bumble our way into some kind of transdimensional manslaughter? It's hard to know. But after that, we tended to ask for communications only with beings who could communicate with us at no risk to themselves -- but this is hardly effective, because so many the strange being don't understand what that means away -- it all seems to be a cosmic crapshoot, sometimes.
For more stories of the paranormal, please go here:
I BLOG; THEREFORE, I AM
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
The Jesus Ouija Board and the Soul Trap
KEN KORCZAK:
Many people are fascinated by the Ouija and have a strong interest in trying their own hand at channeling entities from other dimensions of existence — yet they are afraid to do so for a vareity of reasons.
The one I hear most often is that they are afraid a demon, evil spirit or some kind of dark entity will use the Ouija session as a portal, enter our world, and create havoc for the poor person who let it in.
One such person is a friend of mine, whom I will call Saffron. Saffron was raised a devout Catholic, and although she is comfortable in this faith, she also has an urge to know more about all things mystical.
Saffron sat in on a number of my Ouija sessions, and she found them captivating. She very much wanted to get her own Ouija board and start conducting her own sessions — yet — that old Catholic upbringing had instilled a lot of fears within her — especially of demonic possession. Saffron saw The Excorist when she was 12 years old, and slept with the lights on in her bedroom for the next five years!
Yet, despite this fears and others, Saffron’s desire to be an explorer of the vast universe was stronger than her fear of evil. So I had a suggestion for her. I told Saffron:
“You are fantastic with craftworking– why don’t you construct your own Ouija board and build in a number of protections using icons of the church that will make it highly unlikely that any malevolent spirits will mess with you?”
Saffron loved the idea! She immediately got to work. Saffron had much experience with the art of decoupage. This is a kind of varnishing technique in which images, pictures or graphics can be permanently applied to smooth surfaces. In fact, this is basically how all Ouija board are made.
So Saffron obtained a lovely picture of Jesus and placed it in the upper right corner of her board. In the left corner, she decoupaged an image of Michael the Archangel, who is often called “the scourge of demons.” In the lower left hand corner, Saffron placed an image of the Virgin Mary. In the lower right corner, she printed out a small copy of the Lord’s Prayer. Finally, Saffron placed a crucifix in the center of the board, and arranged the letters of the alphabet around it.
But I had still one more suggestion for her because I knew that if her mind was not completely at ease with the idea of channeling strange entities via the board, her effort would be psychologically blocked, and might put a damper on her results. So I suggested that she also include on her board a “soul trap.”
My idea for a soul trap was this: Create a small circle on the Jesus Ouija board, and inside the circle, place a symbol of the human soul. Throughout the centuries, and in a variety of traditions, certain graphic symbnols have been developed to represent the human soul. A little research on the Internet provided a number of examples. The soul symbol Saffron settled on looked like an upright figure eight with two horizontal bars sticking out from the bottom circle of the “eight.”
My idea was to place this soul symbol inside a circle on the board so that it could serve as “bait” for any demons or evil spirits who happened to crash one of Saffron’s sessions. They would inveistgate the tasty little soul symbol, and become trapped within the circle, and, thereby, be unable to cause Saffron any problems.
Saffron was dubious. She asked me how a demon could be trapped in what was basically a circle drawn with black ink on the surface of a piece of wood. I suggested to her that a symbol is merely an artifact used for focusing greater energies. I said, “When you go to church, you see a crucifix which is just basically a piece wood — but because everyone believes in the power of the this symbol, it takes on a greater reality. Your ’soul trap’ will take on the power you give to it with your belief system.”
Saffron thought this was a fantastic idea, and accepted it completely. Thus, with her Jesus Ouija board complete, including the clever fail-safe of a baited soul trap, Saffron was ready to start conducting her own Ouija session — which she did for more than three years, and with tremendous success.
The result was spectacular! Saffron’s skilled hands had produced one of the most interesting hand-made Ouija boards I had ever seen — ironically, it looked more like a kind of holy Catholic relic than a tool of the occult. I sugest this is ironic because the Catholic Church specifically forbids its members to fool around with Ouija boards, as does the Bible. But, like a lot of Catholics, Saffron was not one of those flock members who followed every rule of the Church to the letter. She also believed that the forces of good were basically stronger than the forces of evil.
Yet, to make sure she was protected, Saffron obtained a bottle of holy water from her priest, and always gave her Jesus board and ritual cleansing before and after each session. She also obtained incense of the kind used in the Catholic mass, which she burned during her sessions.
Over the next three year, Saffron had amazing results. She became what I would consider a gifted Ouija board channeler, contacting an vast array of intelligent entities of incredible variety. Here contacts were generally positive and intelligent beings — until one day, it happened!
The soul trap apparently attracted and captured what Saffron believed to be some kind of spirit or entity that was up to no good. One day, as she began her session, her Jesus Ouija board spelled out this:
“Let me out of here, you bitch! Let me out! Let me out of here you (profanity) bitch! Let me out you, you dirty bitch!”
Saffron assumed that something had taken the Soul Trap “bait” and became imprisoned. She attemped to release the entity in a number of ways — but nothing worked. Now, every time she went to her board to open a session, only one message would come across: “Let me out of here, you bitch! Let me out …”
Of course, it was immensely frustrating for Saffron. Her once highly productive Jesus Ouija board had been rendered useless, except for channeling that one basic message — “let me out” — over and over again. As far as she was concerned, she had only one course of action — to destroy her Jesus board — yet, she could not bring herself to do this.
For one thing, she was afraid to burn the thing, or put it inot a wood chipper. Saffron had heard many tales which suggested that burning a board could release evil spirits into one’s life, with no way to make them go away again.
One day, Saffron’s husband, whom I’ll call Bill, had finally had enough of his wife’s complaints about her tainted board — and, in fact, he had never much approved of her Ouija sessions in the first place. Bill had never gotten used to idea of his wife spending hours at a time talking to strange beings with what he considered an occult device of potentially dangerous consequences.
Bill was a much more ardent Catholic than his wife, and had always felt uneasy about her flirting with the so-called dark arts. He also feared destroying the board by fire or some other means — so one day, he took the problem into his own hands,
Over Saffron’s objections, Bill grabbed her Jesus board one day, threw it on the front seat of his Chevy pick-up, and headed west to drive the 30 miles to the Minnesota-North Dakota border. The border is formed by the mighty Red River of the North, which flows from south to north into Canada.
Bill parked his truck in the middle of the Pembina Bridge, carried the Jesus board to the railing, and flung it into the muddy Red River. Bill watched the Jesus board flutter down the 100 feet, or so, to the water’s surface, where is alighted like a leaf and was carried away north by the strong current.
Now, the Red River flows into Manitoba, where it empties into Lake Winnipeg. Lake Winnipeg is drained from the north by the St. James River, which in turn flows all the way up into Hudson Bay. Did the Jesus board, with its entrapped evil spirit make it that far? Unknown. The bottom line is, Bill and Saffron had no more trouble as a result of the incident.
I sometimes wonder if some innocent person — perhaps a swimmer or fisherman on Lake Winnipeg, found the Jesus Ouija board and put it into use? If they did, I have a feeling that the only thing it would say was, “Let me go! Release me!”. On the other hand the Jesus Ouija board could have very likely made its watery journey all the way to the Canadian subartic where it was eaten by a polar bear.
For more stories of the paranormal, please go here:
I BLOG; THEREFORE, I AM
Many people are fascinated by the Ouija and have a strong interest in trying their own hand at channeling entities from other dimensions of existence — yet they are afraid to do so for a vareity of reasons.
The one I hear most often is that they are afraid a demon, evil spirit or some kind of dark entity will use the Ouija session as a portal, enter our world, and create havoc for the poor person who let it in.
One such person is a friend of mine, whom I will call Saffron. Saffron was raised a devout Catholic, and although she is comfortable in this faith, she also has an urge to know more about all things mystical.
Saffron sat in on a number of my Ouija sessions, and she found them captivating. She very much wanted to get her own Ouija board and start conducting her own sessions — yet — that old Catholic upbringing had instilled a lot of fears within her — especially of demonic possession. Saffron saw The Excorist when she was 12 years old, and slept with the lights on in her bedroom for the next five years!
Yet, despite this fears and others, Saffron’s desire to be an explorer of the vast universe was stronger than her fear of evil. So I had a suggestion for her. I told Saffron:
“You are fantastic with craftworking– why don’t you construct your own Ouija board and build in a number of protections using icons of the church that will make it highly unlikely that any malevolent spirits will mess with you?”
Saffron loved the idea! She immediately got to work. Saffron had much experience with the art of decoupage. This is a kind of varnishing technique in which images, pictures or graphics can be permanently applied to smooth surfaces. In fact, this is basically how all Ouija board are made.
So Saffron obtained a lovely picture of Jesus and placed it in the upper right corner of her board. In the left corner, she decoupaged an image of Michael the Archangel, who is often called “the scourge of demons.” In the lower left hand corner, Saffron placed an image of the Virgin Mary. In the lower right corner, she printed out a small copy of the Lord’s Prayer. Finally, Saffron placed a crucifix in the center of the board, and arranged the letters of the alphabet around it.
But I had still one more suggestion for her because I knew that if her mind was not completely at ease with the idea of channeling strange entities via the board, her effort would be psychologically blocked, and might put a damper on her results. So I suggested that she also include on her board a “soul trap.”
My idea for a soul trap was this: Create a small circle on the Jesus Ouija board, and inside the circle, place a symbol of the human soul. Throughout the centuries, and in a variety of traditions, certain graphic symbnols have been developed to represent the human soul. A little research on the Internet provided a number of examples. The soul symbol Saffron settled on looked like an upright figure eight with two horizontal bars sticking out from the bottom circle of the “eight.”
My idea was to place this soul symbol inside a circle on the board so that it could serve as “bait” for any demons or evil spirits who happened to crash one of Saffron’s sessions. They would inveistgate the tasty little soul symbol, and become trapped within the circle, and, thereby, be unable to cause Saffron any problems.
Saffron was dubious. She asked me how a demon could be trapped in what was basically a circle drawn with black ink on the surface of a piece of wood. I suggested to her that a symbol is merely an artifact used for focusing greater energies. I said, “When you go to church, you see a crucifix which is just basically a piece wood — but because everyone believes in the power of the this symbol, it takes on a greater reality. Your ’soul trap’ will take on the power you give to it with your belief system.”
Saffron thought this was a fantastic idea, and accepted it completely. Thus, with her Jesus Ouija board complete, including the clever fail-safe of a baited soul trap, Saffron was ready to start conducting her own Ouija session — which she did for more than three years, and with tremendous success.
The result was spectacular! Saffron’s skilled hands had produced one of the most interesting hand-made Ouija boards I had ever seen — ironically, it looked more like a kind of holy Catholic relic than a tool of the occult. I sugest this is ironic because the Catholic Church specifically forbids its members to fool around with Ouija boards, as does the Bible. But, like a lot of Catholics, Saffron was not one of those flock members who followed every rule of the Church to the letter. She also believed that the forces of good were basically stronger than the forces of evil.
Yet, to make sure she was protected, Saffron obtained a bottle of holy water from her priest, and always gave her Jesus board and ritual cleansing before and after each session. She also obtained incense of the kind used in the Catholic mass, which she burned during her sessions.
Over the next three year, Saffron had amazing results. She became what I would consider a gifted Ouija board channeler, contacting an vast array of intelligent entities of incredible variety. Here contacts were generally positive and intelligent beings — until one day, it happened!
The soul trap apparently attracted and captured what Saffron believed to be some kind of spirit or entity that was up to no good. One day, as she began her session, her Jesus Ouija board spelled out this:
“Let me out of here, you bitch! Let me out! Let me out of here you (profanity) bitch! Let me out you, you dirty bitch!”
Saffron assumed that something had taken the Soul Trap “bait” and became imprisoned. She attemped to release the entity in a number of ways — but nothing worked. Now, every time she went to her board to open a session, only one message would come across: “Let me out of here, you bitch! Let me out …”
Of course, it was immensely frustrating for Saffron. Her once highly productive Jesus Ouija board had been rendered useless, except for channeling that one basic message — “let me out” — over and over again. As far as she was concerned, she had only one course of action — to destroy her Jesus board — yet, she could not bring herself to do this.
For one thing, she was afraid to burn the thing, or put it inot a wood chipper. Saffron had heard many tales which suggested that burning a board could release evil spirits into one’s life, with no way to make them go away again.
One day, Saffron’s husband, whom I’ll call Bill, had finally had enough of his wife’s complaints about her tainted board — and, in fact, he had never much approved of her Ouija sessions in the first place. Bill had never gotten used to idea of his wife spending hours at a time talking to strange beings with what he considered an occult device of potentially dangerous consequences.
Bill was a much more ardent Catholic than his wife, and had always felt uneasy about her flirting with the so-called dark arts. He also feared destroying the board by fire or some other means — so one day, he took the problem into his own hands,
Over Saffron’s objections, Bill grabbed her Jesus board one day, threw it on the front seat of his Chevy pick-up, and headed west to drive the 30 miles to the Minnesota-North Dakota border. The border is formed by the mighty Red River of the North, which flows from south to north into Canada.
Bill parked his truck in the middle of the Pembina Bridge, carried the Jesus board to the railing, and flung it into the muddy Red River. Bill watched the Jesus board flutter down the 100 feet, or so, to the water’s surface, where is alighted like a leaf and was carried away north by the strong current.
Now, the Red River flows into Manitoba, where it empties into Lake Winnipeg. Lake Winnipeg is drained from the north by the St. James River, which in turn flows all the way up into Hudson Bay. Did the Jesus board, with its entrapped evil spirit make it that far? Unknown. The bottom line is, Bill and Saffron had no more trouble as a result of the incident.
I sometimes wonder if some innocent person — perhaps a swimmer or fisherman on Lake Winnipeg, found the Jesus Ouija board and put it into use? If they did, I have a feeling that the only thing it would say was, “Let me go! Release me!”. On the other hand the Jesus Ouija board could have very likely made its watery journey all the way to the Canadian subartic where it was eaten by a polar bear.
For more stories of the paranormal, please go here:
I BLOG; THEREFORE, I AM
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Ouija Love Relationship Advice
KEN KORCZAK:
Here is an Ouija session that resulted in some rather unusual relationship advice from an entity whom called itself "Kentu."
I think the session speaks for itself, so without further ado -- here it is:
Session Opening: Greetings! We are casting out our minds and consciousness for contact with a being of immense intelligence and wisdom that can help us with a difficult problem! Does anyone care to speak with us!
The oracle started moving swiftly across the board right away.
Answer: "GREETINGS! I AM NEAR. FROM WHERE DO YOU SPEAK?
Question: We are human beings on the planet earth. We are materialized into physical existence, but we also have consciousness which may or may not be transphysical.
Answer: "WHY DO YOU QUESTION THE NATURE OF YOUR CONSCIOUSNESS?
Question: Because we are basically skeptics, and if we are not 100% sure of something, we try to be careful. Do you have a name we can call you?
ANSWER: I HAVE NO NAME, BUT YOU MAY CALL ME KENTU.
Question: How interesting. You know, I am immediately suspicious because my name is Ken, and your name is Kentu -- this sounds to me like a it might be implying that you are actually a higher aspect of my own personality -- as in Ken-2, or Ken II. Is this the case? Are you a fragment of my own greater being?
ANSWER: NO! THE NAME I CHOOSE WAS ARBITRARY BUT MAY HAVE BEEN INFLUENCED BY THE RESONANCE OF OUR COMMUNICATION CHANNEL.
Question. Okay. So, will you help us today?
ANSWER: WHAT KNOWLEDGE DO YOU SEEK?
Question: Well, a friend of ours has a problem that is very common here on earth, and we want to know the best way to help him because we are out of ideas. Will you listen to our friend's problem and offer a solution?
ANSWER: I WILL LISTEN.
Question: Great! Here's the deal. Our good friend Randy is engaged to a woman, Brenda, who controls every aspect of his life. She is totally dominant and dictates every aspect of his relationship. We feel sorry for him and we think it is a mistake to marry her. But he won't listen to us. What can we do?
ANSWER: PLEASE DESCRIBE A TYPICAL INTERACTION BETWEEN RANDY AND BRENDA.
Question: Yes, okay. Well, last night a group of us went to the movies, which was in a location about 50 miles from where we live. There were six of us in the van, including Randy and Brenda. Randy was driving. We decided to stop for pizza after the movie, and we took into into the van to eat on the drive back home. At first, Brenda said she didn't want any, then about 10 miles down the road, she said she wanted a slice of pizza. So Randy gave her a slice, and Brenda started carping and complaining at Randy immediately because the pizza had bacon bits on it. She yelled at Randy, telling him that he knew that she hates bacon bits. Randy said he was sorry, but she kept harping at him, and told him to turn around and go back into town and buy her some Kentucky Fried Chicken. We all thought Randy would tell her to be reasonable, but instead, he turned right around and drove us all back the 10 miles or so to town, and went to Kentucky Fried Chicken, so Brenda could get an order of Extra-Crispy Chicken. It was very uncomfortable for all of us because Brenda treated our friend Randy basically like as pet dog. This is the kind of thing she does all the time, yet he still plans to marry her. What should we do to help?
ANSWER: WHAT IS A VAN?
Question: In our world, we have developed systems of transportation that can carry us over long distances. A van is basically a mechanical device which is powered by means of the controlled explosion of a highly volatile liquid called gasoline within its power-generating mechanism. This enables the van to move at great speeds over long distances. Furthermore, the van has space within it for physical beings like ourselves to sit inside of it, and thus enabling us to transport ourselves through physical space.
ANSWER: THIS IS ALL BEGINNING TO SOUND FAMILIAR. YOU MAY BE A VERY PRIMITIVE SPECIES WELL KNOWN IN SOME SECTORS -- AND YOU ARE WELL-KNOWN TO BE TRAPPED IN A VERY INTENSE ILLUSION OF PHYSICAL MATTER WHICH YOU STRUGGLE AGAINST DURING ALL OF THIS PHASE OF YOUR EXISTENCE.
Question: Yes, perhaps -- but could we get back to our central concern -- the plight of Randy and Brenda?
ANSWER: YES. BUT FIRST, MAY I SPEAK TO THIS "VAN"?
Question: "I'm sorry, no. The Van does not have consciousness, and thus cannot speak. The van is a primitive device -- only a tool, really -- with no mind, as far as we know.
ANSWER: THAT IS DOUBTFUL. CONSCIOUSNESS IS INFUSED THROUGHOUT REALITY.
Question: That sound very wise. But first, will you help us with Randy and Brenda's problem. What do you recommend?
ANSWER: I WILL SPEAK. IT IS EASY FOR ME TO UNDERSTAND THE PROBLEM. AS YOU MAY KNOW, IN YOUR ENTRAPMENT IN PHYSICAL REALITY, YOU OFTEN EXCHANGE ONE BODY FOR ANOTHER -- YOU HAVE WHAT YOU PERCEIVE AS OTHER LIVES IN OTHER CONSTRUCTS. THEIR PROBLEM STEMS FROM THIS.
Question: Do you mean something like reincarnation -- in this case, Randy and Brenda had other lives at some other times which are influencing their lives today?
(note: I am editing out a lengthy digression here about the nature of reincarnation as explained to us by Kentu -- but the bottom line in, Kentu said that Randy and Brenda had known each other in other lives in another time. Now, Kentu continues):
ANSWER: IN THEIR PREVIOUS LIVES, THEIR ROLES WERE REVERSED, BRENDA WAS A SERVANT IN THE FAMILY OF RANDY, AND RANDY COMMANDED TOTAL POWER OVER HER, OFTEN TAKING ADVANTAGE OF HER IN MANY WAYS.
Question: You mean, including sexually?
ANSWER: YES, BUT MORE IMPORTANTLY, RANDY DOMINATED HER PSYCHOLOGICALLY, AND FORCED HER TO PERFORM CERTAIN TROUBLING EXPERIMENTS.
Question: Could you describe such an experiment Randy forced Brenda to perform?
ANSWER: RANDY CONSIDERED BRENDA TO HAVE AN EXTREMELY SCATTERED AND UNDISCIPLINED MENTAL PROCESS, SO HE DEVELOPED AN EXERCISE WHICH HE ORDERED HER TO PERFORM EVERY DAY. THE EXERCISE CONSISTED OF TAKING A BOWL FILLED WITH GRAINS OF CORN AND AN EMPTY BOWL. RANDY TOLD BRENDA TO SIT DOWN AND TAKE OUT THE KERNALS OF CORN ONE AT A TIME FROM THE BOWL, AND PLACE THEM IN A SECOND BOWL. SHE WAS TO DO THIS WHILE NOT THINKING ABOUT ANYTHING ELSE. THE PROCESS TOOK MORE THAN TWO HOURS EACH TIME. BRENDA SEVERELY HATED SITTING THEIR TRANSFERRING SINGLE KERNALS OF CORN FROM ONE BOWL TO ANOTHER, FOR NO APPARENT REASON THAT SHE COULD UNDERSTAND. BUT RANDY FELT THIS WOULD HELP HER CONTROL HER MIND AND WILL POWER, AND CAUSE HER TO BECOME MORE FOCUSED IN HER BASIC REALITY.
Question: How odd. How long did this go on?
ANSWER: BRENDA PERFORMED TO CORN EXERCISE EVERY DAY FOR MANY YEARS OF HER EXISTENCE IN THAT FORM, UNTIL SHE DIED.
Question: Did it ever help her?
ANSWER: THE EXERCISE GAVE BRENDA TREMENDOUS PERSONAL MENTAL POWER, AND MUCH IF TRANSFERRED TO HER NEW EXISTENCE -- WHEN SHE RE-ENCOUNTERED RANDY AGAIN IN THEIR CURRENT INCARNATIONS, SHE IS SEEKING TO BALANCE THE AGONY OF CORN EXERCISE BY NOW TAKING COMPLETE CONTROL OF RANDY'S LIFE.
Question: Well, that explains a lot. So what can we do now to help Randy -- and Brenda, for that matter?
ANSWER: SHARE THIS INFORMATION WITH THEM. IT WILL GIVE THEM THE PERSPECTIVE TO MAKE CHANGES IN THEIR RELATIONSHIP.
Question: Thank you, Kentu! You are indeed wise!
ANSWER: I HAVE ENJOYED COMMUNICATING WITH YOU. IT IS CUSTOMARY IN MY WORLD TO PART WITH THE "SONG OF THE NEXUS."
Practinna Len Boltronn-h
Vacccloum or dolum
Visteenn Practinna Sah Ver
Wieolos ten Sennna
Blodscce Penna t'r
Ill senna vras
Pollloon Feg mire bal dordrunn
Question: Thank you for that profound song, which we will treasure! Can you suggest a musical score so that we may manifest this song in our own reality more fully?
But after that, Kentu was gone -- evidentally, the "Song of the Nexus: is his complete sign-off.
Here's what happened then: We told Randy about the whole corn deal, and how he has been a real a-hole to Brenda in a previous life, and we told him to discuss it with Brenda. He tried, but she refused to listen, and told him to stop hanging around with those "idiots and their Ouija Board." So they got married, and we still think they have the relationship from hell. But we tried. We keep telling Randy to bring up the corn thing, but he is afraid to.
Then we suggested to Randy that he start performing the corn ritual at home to make atones for what he did to Brenda in their previous lives -- but Brenda called him a "retard" and refuses to let him perform the corn exercise.
For more stories of the paranormal, please go here:
I BLOG; THEREFORE, I AM
Here is an Ouija session that resulted in some rather unusual relationship advice from an entity whom called itself "Kentu."
I think the session speaks for itself, so without further ado -- here it is:
Session Opening: Greetings! We are casting out our minds and consciousness for contact with a being of immense intelligence and wisdom that can help us with a difficult problem! Does anyone care to speak with us!
The oracle started moving swiftly across the board right away.
Answer: "GREETINGS! I AM NEAR. FROM WHERE DO YOU SPEAK?
Question: We are human beings on the planet earth. We are materialized into physical existence, but we also have consciousness which may or may not be transphysical.
Answer: "WHY DO YOU QUESTION THE NATURE OF YOUR CONSCIOUSNESS?
Question: Because we are basically skeptics, and if we are not 100% sure of something, we try to be careful. Do you have a name we can call you?
ANSWER: I HAVE NO NAME, BUT YOU MAY CALL ME KENTU.
Question: How interesting. You know, I am immediately suspicious because my name is Ken, and your name is Kentu -- this sounds to me like a it might be implying that you are actually a higher aspect of my own personality -- as in Ken-2, or Ken II. Is this the case? Are you a fragment of my own greater being?
ANSWER: NO! THE NAME I CHOOSE WAS ARBITRARY BUT MAY HAVE BEEN INFLUENCED BY THE RESONANCE OF OUR COMMUNICATION CHANNEL.
Question. Okay. So, will you help us today?
ANSWER: WHAT KNOWLEDGE DO YOU SEEK?
Question: Well, a friend of ours has a problem that is very common here on earth, and we want to know the best way to help him because we are out of ideas. Will you listen to our friend's problem and offer a solution?
ANSWER: I WILL LISTEN.
Question: Great! Here's the deal. Our good friend Randy is engaged to a woman, Brenda, who controls every aspect of his life. She is totally dominant and dictates every aspect of his relationship. We feel sorry for him and we think it is a mistake to marry her. But he won't listen to us. What can we do?
ANSWER: PLEASE DESCRIBE A TYPICAL INTERACTION BETWEEN RANDY AND BRENDA.
Question: Yes, okay. Well, last night a group of us went to the movies, which was in a location about 50 miles from where we live. There were six of us in the van, including Randy and Brenda. Randy was driving. We decided to stop for pizza after the movie, and we took into into the van to eat on the drive back home. At first, Brenda said she didn't want any, then about 10 miles down the road, she said she wanted a slice of pizza. So Randy gave her a slice, and Brenda started carping and complaining at Randy immediately because the pizza had bacon bits on it. She yelled at Randy, telling him that he knew that she hates bacon bits. Randy said he was sorry, but she kept harping at him, and told him to turn around and go back into town and buy her some Kentucky Fried Chicken. We all thought Randy would tell her to be reasonable, but instead, he turned right around and drove us all back the 10 miles or so to town, and went to Kentucky Fried Chicken, so Brenda could get an order of Extra-Crispy Chicken. It was very uncomfortable for all of us because Brenda treated our friend Randy basically like as pet dog. This is the kind of thing she does all the time, yet he still plans to marry her. What should we do to help?
ANSWER: WHAT IS A VAN?
Question: In our world, we have developed systems of transportation that can carry us over long distances. A van is basically a mechanical device which is powered by means of the controlled explosion of a highly volatile liquid called gasoline within its power-generating mechanism. This enables the van to move at great speeds over long distances. Furthermore, the van has space within it for physical beings like ourselves to sit inside of it, and thus enabling us to transport ourselves through physical space.
ANSWER: THIS IS ALL BEGINNING TO SOUND FAMILIAR. YOU MAY BE A VERY PRIMITIVE SPECIES WELL KNOWN IN SOME SECTORS -- AND YOU ARE WELL-KNOWN TO BE TRAPPED IN A VERY INTENSE ILLUSION OF PHYSICAL MATTER WHICH YOU STRUGGLE AGAINST DURING ALL OF THIS PHASE OF YOUR EXISTENCE.
Question: Yes, perhaps -- but could we get back to our central concern -- the plight of Randy and Brenda?
ANSWER: YES. BUT FIRST, MAY I SPEAK TO THIS "VAN"?
Question: "I'm sorry, no. The Van does not have consciousness, and thus cannot speak. The van is a primitive device -- only a tool, really -- with no mind, as far as we know.
ANSWER: THAT IS DOUBTFUL. CONSCIOUSNESS IS INFUSED THROUGHOUT REALITY.
Question: That sound very wise. But first, will you help us with Randy and Brenda's problem. What do you recommend?
ANSWER: I WILL SPEAK. IT IS EASY FOR ME TO UNDERSTAND THE PROBLEM. AS YOU MAY KNOW, IN YOUR ENTRAPMENT IN PHYSICAL REALITY, YOU OFTEN EXCHANGE ONE BODY FOR ANOTHER -- YOU HAVE WHAT YOU PERCEIVE AS OTHER LIVES IN OTHER CONSTRUCTS. THEIR PROBLEM STEMS FROM THIS.
Question: Do you mean something like reincarnation -- in this case, Randy and Brenda had other lives at some other times which are influencing their lives today?
(note: I am editing out a lengthy digression here about the nature of reincarnation as explained to us by Kentu -- but the bottom line in, Kentu said that Randy and Brenda had known each other in other lives in another time. Now, Kentu continues):
ANSWER: IN THEIR PREVIOUS LIVES, THEIR ROLES WERE REVERSED, BRENDA WAS A SERVANT IN THE FAMILY OF RANDY, AND RANDY COMMANDED TOTAL POWER OVER HER, OFTEN TAKING ADVANTAGE OF HER IN MANY WAYS.
Question: You mean, including sexually?
ANSWER: YES, BUT MORE IMPORTANTLY, RANDY DOMINATED HER PSYCHOLOGICALLY, AND FORCED HER TO PERFORM CERTAIN TROUBLING EXPERIMENTS.
Question: Could you describe such an experiment Randy forced Brenda to perform?
ANSWER: RANDY CONSIDERED BRENDA TO HAVE AN EXTREMELY SCATTERED AND UNDISCIPLINED MENTAL PROCESS, SO HE DEVELOPED AN EXERCISE WHICH HE ORDERED HER TO PERFORM EVERY DAY. THE EXERCISE CONSISTED OF TAKING A BOWL FILLED WITH GRAINS OF CORN AND AN EMPTY BOWL. RANDY TOLD BRENDA TO SIT DOWN AND TAKE OUT THE KERNALS OF CORN ONE AT A TIME FROM THE BOWL, AND PLACE THEM IN A SECOND BOWL. SHE WAS TO DO THIS WHILE NOT THINKING ABOUT ANYTHING ELSE. THE PROCESS TOOK MORE THAN TWO HOURS EACH TIME. BRENDA SEVERELY HATED SITTING THEIR TRANSFERRING SINGLE KERNALS OF CORN FROM ONE BOWL TO ANOTHER, FOR NO APPARENT REASON THAT SHE COULD UNDERSTAND. BUT RANDY FELT THIS WOULD HELP HER CONTROL HER MIND AND WILL POWER, AND CAUSE HER TO BECOME MORE FOCUSED IN HER BASIC REALITY.
Question: How odd. How long did this go on?
ANSWER: BRENDA PERFORMED TO CORN EXERCISE EVERY DAY FOR MANY YEARS OF HER EXISTENCE IN THAT FORM, UNTIL SHE DIED.
Question: Did it ever help her?
ANSWER: THE EXERCISE GAVE BRENDA TREMENDOUS PERSONAL MENTAL POWER, AND MUCH IF TRANSFERRED TO HER NEW EXISTENCE -- WHEN SHE RE-ENCOUNTERED RANDY AGAIN IN THEIR CURRENT INCARNATIONS, SHE IS SEEKING TO BALANCE THE AGONY OF CORN EXERCISE BY NOW TAKING COMPLETE CONTROL OF RANDY'S LIFE.
Question: Well, that explains a lot. So what can we do now to help Randy -- and Brenda, for that matter?
ANSWER: SHARE THIS INFORMATION WITH THEM. IT WILL GIVE THEM THE PERSPECTIVE TO MAKE CHANGES IN THEIR RELATIONSHIP.
Question: Thank you, Kentu! You are indeed wise!
ANSWER: I HAVE ENJOYED COMMUNICATING WITH YOU. IT IS CUSTOMARY IN MY WORLD TO PART WITH THE "SONG OF THE NEXUS."
Practinna Len Boltronn-h
Vacccloum or dolum
Visteenn Practinna Sah Ver
Wieolos ten Sennna
Blodscce Penna t'r
Ill senna vras
Pollloon Feg mire bal dordrunn
Question: Thank you for that profound song, which we will treasure! Can you suggest a musical score so that we may manifest this song in our own reality more fully?
But after that, Kentu was gone -- evidentally, the "Song of the Nexus: is his complete sign-off.
Here's what happened then: We told Randy about the whole corn deal, and how he has been a real a-hole to Brenda in a previous life, and we told him to discuss it with Brenda. He tried, but she refused to listen, and told him to stop hanging around with those "idiots and their Ouija Board." So they got married, and we still think they have the relationship from hell. But we tried. We keep telling Randy to bring up the corn thing, but he is afraid to.
Then we suggested to Randy that he start performing the corn ritual at home to make atones for what he did to Brenda in their previous lives -- but Brenda called him a "retard" and refuses to let him perform the corn exercise.
For more stories of the paranormal, please go here:
I BLOG; THEREFORE, I AM
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Ouija Demon Rantor Rantic - PART 3
KEN KORCZAK:
And so the marathon session continues ... not to newcomers here, this is Part 3 of my session contacting the "demon" that identified itself as Rantor Rantic. Scroll down to find parts 1 and 2.
****
Question: As always, MOMMY, all your statements only produce dozens more questions for us. It makes me wonder -- are you an encystment process, and is The Nothing Chamber some kind of encystment process?
ANSWER: NO, HONEY. THE NOTHING CHAMBER IS A PLACE WHERE THERE IS NOTHING. THERE IS NO DIMENSION.
Question: I was afraid you would say that. But getting back to Rantor Rantic … I’m not sure what to ask first. You say I met Rantor Rantic twice. I would think I would remember meeting this remarkable apparition -- or whatever -- a second time. Can you prompt me about the second time I saw Rantor Rantic?
ANSWER: IN THE WOODS WITH THE BEAUTIFUL COMPANION. THE BEAUTIFUL COMPANION WOKE YOU JUST IN TIME TO SEE RANTOR RANTIC. THE BEAUTIFUL COMPANION WAS STANDING ON YOUR CHEST.
(Note: When this message came across from MOMMY, I was just … well … it is difficult to find the right words. It wasn’t really a feeling of shock, or amazement. It was a feeling like my head was suddenly swarming with hornets, or perhaps nuclear-powered goose bumps -- and then a feeling like my entire head turned into one gigantic shivering goose bump.
I quickly excused myself and told all the guys I needed a minute, and perhaps the session was over. I went into a bedroom, sat down in the dark, and I’m a bit embarrassed to admit that I wept for about 10 minutes. For I now remembered the second time I confronted Rantor Rantic.
Here is what happened: The year was 1995, during which we experienced one of the coldest periods in Minnesota history. It was the week the record was set at 60-degrees-below zero (Fahrenheit). One of my favorite things to do during these extreme cold snaps is ride my mountain bike along a series of snowmobile trails, which become very hard-frozen. The trails are compacted and solid, so the bike does not sink, yet the snow on either side of the trail remains soft -- thus, if one slips up and goes off the path, and if you are going fast enough, you can get pitched off the bike and into the snow.
What made it even more fun for me is that my “beautiful companion” -- my big dog -- always ran with me along the frozen trails. I cannot tell you the dog’s name for a reason you will find very strange -- it was because this dog had a “secret name” that only he and I knew -- there is a long story behind that, but I won’t go into it here. Anyway, I’ll just use MOMMY’S apt description of this dog, and refer to him as BC, which, again, was not his real “secret name.”
So, anyway, one night I was staying out at the cabin with BC. At about midnight I noticed it was 42-below-zero outside. BC brought me my riding boot, which meant he was all revved up for a daring midnight mountain bike ride in the frigid cold of night. I agreed and so “suited up” against the deep freeze. Before suiting up, BC ate a pound of raw salmon, and I ate almost as much of the same, which is excellent fuel for extreme cold activity.
Shortly, BC and I were heading out into the icy night. A cheery moonlight cast a silver sheen across the snow, making the snow-encrusted Minnesota countryside look like perhaps the Sea of Tranquility on the Moon.
After about a half-mile jaunt down a gravel road, we plunged into the dark forest on a snowmobile trail -- this path winds deep into the woods for as many miles as one cares to go. On this night, I figured that I could last 5 to 10 miles before getting into serious trouble through loss of body heat -- the key is to keep peddling the bicycle like mad, keeping your blood flowing and muscles working to self-generate warmth.
In a way, this is stupid and dangerous, especially if you do it alone in a remote location, even if you have a good dog as your partner in the endeavor -- but that’s the nature of all extreme sports, right? An element of danger.
As always, BC was always well ahead of me. He was impervious to the cold. His quarry on these runs were the gigantic snow-white jackrabbits that always seem to be around no matter how cold it is, but he also sometimes scared up weasels, deer and other critters of the woods. For BC, these runs were paradise.
Suddenly about three miles deep into the woods, I was peddling like a madman and right in the middle of the trail there was a sudden soft spot - these are sometimes created when a snowmobile stops, then spins out, digging up the icy surface a bit. When my front wheel hit it, the bike stopped dead, and I was pitched up and over, doing a flip over the handle bars and landing flat on my back with tremendous force. I also conked my head on the hard ice. (No helmet -- dumb, I know).
I felt crushing pain in my chest and my head was vibrating -- I saw sparkling lights. I was momentarily immobilized there down on the frozen surface. But even my brief delirium, I knew I was in big trouble -- just a few minutes of lying there in the 42-degree-below would quickly rob my body of heat. Your fingers and toes go first -- they start to tingle and burn … then you have a problem …
Well, there was a moment of confusion, an intense feeling of disorientation, and suddenly I felt a thumping on my chest, and I could hear BC barking aggressively very close to my head. I opened my eyes and realized BC was standing with his front paws on my chest but he was very focused on the woods -- I heaved myself erect, BC jumped off and charged the woods. I looked at what he was after and I saw a flash of deer antlers in a ray of moonlight filtering through the trees -- and for just a split second -- a nanosecond -- I had the crazy impression that BC was chasing not a deer, but a man, whom for some reason was wearing a strange hat festooned with deer antlers, maybe like some kind of primitive Viking helmet. Of course, my head was all blinky, so to speak.
But then I instantly forgot about it because a nanosecond was all I had. The urgency to get up, get back on the bike, and start peddling out of the forest was critical, or I might have frozen to death. Of course, I made it back to the cabin, but my fingers were totally without feeling, and both my feet felt like a couple of frozen hams. I had a dime-sized patch of frostbite on my cheek.
So, anyway, I never thought of the incident with the deer-man after that -- until MOMMY suggested that what we actually confronted in the woods that night was the Artifact -- Rantor Rantic.
The reason I became so emotional when MOMMY prompted me to remember this event, and the heroic aid I received from my Beautiful Companion, is that after 17 years of wonderful life and many adventures with my best friend, I buried my Beautiful Companion under a sugar maple in my yard last summer. If you have ever had a dog that you truly love, you know how it is. You want them to live forever, but of course, they don’t, not in the physical sense anyway. And when they leave, they take your heart with them.
So that’s where this session ends -- but in the future, I’ll give you MOMMY’S explanation of how I could have confronted the Rantor Rantic Artifact in the past, how and why it could appear in human-like form, though not even a living entity, and even though I had never heard of him before we started this particular Ouija session -- on a dare.
FOR MORE TRUE STORIES OF THE PARANORMAL, PLEASE GO HERE:
I BLOG; THEREFORE, I AM
And so the marathon session continues ... not to newcomers here, this is Part 3 of my session contacting the "demon" that identified itself as Rantor Rantic. Scroll down to find parts 1 and 2.
****
Question: As always, MOMMY, all your statements only produce dozens more questions for us. It makes me wonder -- are you an encystment process, and is The Nothing Chamber some kind of encystment process?
ANSWER: NO, HONEY. THE NOTHING CHAMBER IS A PLACE WHERE THERE IS NOTHING. THERE IS NO DIMENSION.
Question: I was afraid you would say that. But getting back to Rantor Rantic … I’m not sure what to ask first. You say I met Rantor Rantic twice. I would think I would remember meeting this remarkable apparition -- or whatever -- a second time. Can you prompt me about the second time I saw Rantor Rantic?
ANSWER: IN THE WOODS WITH THE BEAUTIFUL COMPANION. THE BEAUTIFUL COMPANION WOKE YOU JUST IN TIME TO SEE RANTOR RANTIC. THE BEAUTIFUL COMPANION WAS STANDING ON YOUR CHEST.
(Note: When this message came across from MOMMY, I was just … well … it is difficult to find the right words. It wasn’t really a feeling of shock, or amazement. It was a feeling like my head was suddenly swarming with hornets, or perhaps nuclear-powered goose bumps -- and then a feeling like my entire head turned into one gigantic shivering goose bump.
I quickly excused myself and told all the guys I needed a minute, and perhaps the session was over. I went into a bedroom, sat down in the dark, and I’m a bit embarrassed to admit that I wept for about 10 minutes. For I now remembered the second time I confronted Rantor Rantic.
Here is what happened: The year was 1995, during which we experienced one of the coldest periods in Minnesota history. It was the week the record was set at 60-degrees-below zero (Fahrenheit). One of my favorite things to do during these extreme cold snaps is ride my mountain bike along a series of snowmobile trails, which become very hard-frozen. The trails are compacted and solid, so the bike does not sink, yet the snow on either side of the trail remains soft -- thus, if one slips up and goes off the path, and if you are going fast enough, you can get pitched off the bike and into the snow.
What made it even more fun for me is that my “beautiful companion” -- my big dog -- always ran with me along the frozen trails. I cannot tell you the dog’s name for a reason you will find very strange -- it was because this dog had a “secret name” that only he and I knew -- there is a long story behind that, but I won’t go into it here. Anyway, I’ll just use MOMMY’S apt description of this dog, and refer to him as BC, which, again, was not his real “secret name.”
So, anyway, one night I was staying out at the cabin with BC. At about midnight I noticed it was 42-below-zero outside. BC brought me my riding boot, which meant he was all revved up for a daring midnight mountain bike ride in the frigid cold of night. I agreed and so “suited up” against the deep freeze. Before suiting up, BC ate a pound of raw salmon, and I ate almost as much of the same, which is excellent fuel for extreme cold activity.
Shortly, BC and I were heading out into the icy night. A cheery moonlight cast a silver sheen across the snow, making the snow-encrusted Minnesota countryside look like perhaps the Sea of Tranquility on the Moon.
After about a half-mile jaunt down a gravel road, we plunged into the dark forest on a snowmobile trail -- this path winds deep into the woods for as many miles as one cares to go. On this night, I figured that I could last 5 to 10 miles before getting into serious trouble through loss of body heat -- the key is to keep peddling the bicycle like mad, keeping your blood flowing and muscles working to self-generate warmth.
In a way, this is stupid and dangerous, especially if you do it alone in a remote location, even if you have a good dog as your partner in the endeavor -- but that’s the nature of all extreme sports, right? An element of danger.
As always, BC was always well ahead of me. He was impervious to the cold. His quarry on these runs were the gigantic snow-white jackrabbits that always seem to be around no matter how cold it is, but he also sometimes scared up weasels, deer and other critters of the woods. For BC, these runs were paradise.
Suddenly about three miles deep into the woods, I was peddling like a madman and right in the middle of the trail there was a sudden soft spot - these are sometimes created when a snowmobile stops, then spins out, digging up the icy surface a bit. When my front wheel hit it, the bike stopped dead, and I was pitched up and over, doing a flip over the handle bars and landing flat on my back with tremendous force. I also conked my head on the hard ice. (No helmet -- dumb, I know).
I felt crushing pain in my chest and my head was vibrating -- I saw sparkling lights. I was momentarily immobilized there down on the frozen surface. But even my brief delirium, I knew I was in big trouble -- just a few minutes of lying there in the 42-degree-below would quickly rob my body of heat. Your fingers and toes go first -- they start to tingle and burn … then you have a problem …
Well, there was a moment of confusion, an intense feeling of disorientation, and suddenly I felt a thumping on my chest, and I could hear BC barking aggressively very close to my head. I opened my eyes and realized BC was standing with his front paws on my chest but he was very focused on the woods -- I heaved myself erect, BC jumped off and charged the woods. I looked at what he was after and I saw a flash of deer antlers in a ray of moonlight filtering through the trees -- and for just a split second -- a nanosecond -- I had the crazy impression that BC was chasing not a deer, but a man, whom for some reason was wearing a strange hat festooned with deer antlers, maybe like some kind of primitive Viking helmet. Of course, my head was all blinky, so to speak.
But then I instantly forgot about it because a nanosecond was all I had. The urgency to get up, get back on the bike, and start peddling out of the forest was critical, or I might have frozen to death. Of course, I made it back to the cabin, but my fingers were totally without feeling, and both my feet felt like a couple of frozen hams. I had a dime-sized patch of frostbite on my cheek.
So, anyway, I never thought of the incident with the deer-man after that -- until MOMMY suggested that what we actually confronted in the woods that night was the Artifact -- Rantor Rantic.
The reason I became so emotional when MOMMY prompted me to remember this event, and the heroic aid I received from my Beautiful Companion, is that after 17 years of wonderful life and many adventures with my best friend, I buried my Beautiful Companion under a sugar maple in my yard last summer. If you have ever had a dog that you truly love, you know how it is. You want them to live forever, but of course, they don’t, not in the physical sense anyway. And when they leave, they take your heart with them.
So that’s where this session ends -- but in the future, I’ll give you MOMMY’S explanation of how I could have confronted the Rantor Rantic Artifact in the past, how and why it could appear in human-like form, though not even a living entity, and even though I had never heard of him before we started this particular Ouija session -- on a dare.
FOR MORE TRUE STORIES OF THE PARANORMAL, PLEASE GO HERE:
I BLOG; THEREFORE, I AM
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
