KEN KORCZAK:
This is Part 2 of the ouija board session in which we contact a "demon" which identified itself by the name of Rantor Rantic. Please see the previous blog entry to catch up with the story.
SESSION PART 2
The hour was getting very late, and we had already been working the board for a long time, but there was still good energy in the room and we decided to keep the session going.
So far, the general agreement was that the demon Rantor Rantic talked a good game, but seemed short on action. Some argued, however, that Rantor Rantic promised to work his mischief “in good time” so that a solid judgment could not be made until some time in the future -- in the coming days or weeks.
As I said, we had another Ouija board on hand, so at this point, we decided to switch and contact the MOMMY entity to see if she could offer any insight into this whole dreary Rantor Rantic affair.
(Note: Some of you may already be familiar with MOMMY while others may not be. Those who have not can read about her in my other posts, or my columnS at Unexplained-Mysteries.Com.)
Question: We are seeking an audience with MOMMY. MOMMY, are you in the Nothing Chamber?
ANSWER: YES, HONEY.
Question: Hello, MOMMY! We are always grateful when you communicate with us. How are things in the Nothing Chamber today?
ANSWER: AS ALWAYS.
(Note: This was just a little bit of foolishness. We know that everything is always the same in the Nothing Chamber, and nothing ever changes there.)
Question: MOMMY, we have been in contact with an entity, possibly and evil being or demon, which identifies itself as Rantor Rantic. Are you aware of our discussion with Rantor Rantic?
Answer: YES.
Question: Excellent! MOMMY, from your position in the Nothing Chamber, what kind of insights can you give us about Rantor Rantic? For example, is he a demon?
Answer: NO, SWEATHEART, RATNOR RANTIC IS NOT A DEMON.
Question: Then who or what is Rantor Rantic?
Answer: AN ARTIFACT.
Question: What kind of artifact?
ANSWER: IT WOULD BE BEST TO DESCRIBE RANTOR RANTIC AS A DIMENSIONAL ENCYSTMENT PROCESS.
Question: Wow! We never know what you are going to say, MOMMY. Please, what is a dimensional encystment process?
ANSWER: FROM YOUR THREE-DIMENSIONAL POINT OF VIEW, ONLY AN APPROXIMATE DESCRIPTION CAN BE GIVEN. HOWEVER, YOU CAN OBTAIN A BETTER UNDERSTANDING DURING YOUR SLEEP, SWEETHEART.
(Note: I’ll explain later what MOMMY means by “during your sleep“).
Question: Okay, MOMMY. But just give me the short version now.
ANSWER: THINK OF BOILING WATER. YOU SEE ACTIVE BUBBLES THROUGHOUT THE BODY OF WATER. NOW IMAGINE THAT THE WATER IS INSTANTLY FROZEN. THERE WOULD BE BUBBLES SUSPENDED INSIDE THE SOLID FORM.
(There was a pause, here, then MOMMY continued)
NOW IMAGINE THE FROZEN WATER IS PURE MIND, OR PURE INFORMATION. LIKE OXYGEN BUBBLES SUSPENDED IN FROZEN ICE, POCKETS OF INTELLIGENCE BECOME SUSPENDED WITHIN LARGER INTELLIGENCES. THIS IS A DIMENSIONAL ENCYSTMENT PROCESS.
Question: This is mind boggling! MOMMY, do you actually expect us to believe that the being Rantor Rantic is a … an …. intelligent bubble suspended within a greater intelligence?
ANSWER: APPROXIMATELY, OF COURSE, SWEATHEART. REMEMBER THE LIMITS OF YOUR DIMENSIONAL ORIENTATION.
Question: But wait a minute, MOMMY. Rantor Rantic used the word “I” as if he had a specific identity and personality. I mean, we spoke with it. We had a dialogue, of sorts. Rantor Rantic is demented, certainly, and evil-seeming, but you seem to be suggesting that Rantic is not any kind being at all, but rather -- an artifact?
ANSWER: RANTOR RANTIC IS AN INTELLIGENCE ARTIFACT. AS SUCH, IT CAN MANIFEST IN A NUMBER OF WAYS.
Question: Well, would you consider Rantor Ranic to be a “being” or an “entity.”
ANSWER: NO, HONEY.
Question: Would you consider Rantor Rantic to be “alive.”
ANSWER: NO, HONEY.
Question: Well, then, how does this non-life-form artifact engage in communication with us?
ANSWER: SHINE WHITE LIGHT THROUGH A PRISM AND YOU GET MANY COLORS. SHINE INTELLIGENCE THROUGH AN ENSYSTMENT PROCESS AND YOU GET MANY FORMS OF CONSCIOUSNESS.
Question: Well, did our intentions of speaking with an evil demon in effect then create and evil demon from an enscystment process?
ANSWER: NO, HONEY. HOWEVER, YOU HAVE MET RANTOR RANTIC TWICE BEFORE.
Question: What in blazes could you possibly mean by that, MOMMY?
ANSWER: YOU SAW RANTOR RANTIC’S FACE BEHIND THE BRILLIANT BAR OF LIGHT. DO YOU REMEMBER THAT, SWEATHEART?
(Note: This is one of those many times when MOMMY made me dizzy with wonder. In fact, I knew exactly what she was talking about here.
This was it: I take a drug for a certain medical condition, but one of the side-effects of this drug is that it can cause blindness. Thus, as long as I was on this drug, I was required to have the backs of my eyeballs photographed every so often so they could monitored for possible damage.
As you probably know, when the ophthalmologist photographs the backs of your eyes, they first put some drops in your eyes that dilate your pupils. Then they shine an extremely bright light in your eyes -- and for a few minutes afterward, you see the after image of the light -- in this case, a bright bar of light.
Well, as I sat there and waited for the eye drops and light image to wear off, I was extremely surprised to see, very vividly, what looked like a human face looking right at me. The only thing odd about the human face was that it had antlers like a deer. Also it seemed weird because it was like the light of the after image was illuminating the face.
I thought this was interesting, but I didn’t think all that much of it. The reason is that at that point in my life I had been practicing Zen meditation for about 20 years, and it is very common to have “visions” of all kinds when you meditate -- but in Zen, you instructed to simply ignore illusions, not matter how fabulous or meaningful they seem. It's all just basically "junk." So I did the same here. I just looked at the face and didn’t get freaked out by it -- I just thought, “Hmmm, here is some strange face looking at me. A man with antlers.”
But now, of course, MOMMY is trying to tell me that -- somehow -- this face I saw about 7 or 8 years ago was, in fact, Rantor Rantic -- whom my first ever contact with just occurred a few hours ago, and Rantor Rantic is not even a living being! How could this be?
I was thinking, let’s see what kind of whopping load of crappola MOMMY will dish out to explain this one -- but as usual -- she had a very good explanation.
Since this is already getting to be a long post, I’ll stop here for now, and in the next post, I’ll also tell about the second time I met Rantor Rantic, which is far more interesting than the first.
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Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Contacting Demons by Ouija on a Dare
KEN KORCZAK:
I conducted his session on a dare. A person on another Web site dared anyone to contact a demon via the Ouija board, and to even send that demon after friends or relatives -- in short -- to conjur a demon and dare to mess with "It" as much as possible.
My Ouija team and I took up the challenge, and the following is the transcript from the session:
The Demon Rantor Rantic
This session took place in a cabin I have deep in the woods in northern Minnesota. It was a bitter cold evening with temps dipping to near 30-below-zero, with a stiff wind whipping the wind chill factor to near 50-below.
But I had a strong fire stoked in the wood stove, and there was a wonderful spirit of friendship and camaraderie inside. There were 11 people on hand to observe the session. Earlier, I had treated everyone to my special recipe for walleye chowder. Working the board with me was my friend Brian, and because our usual recorder, Darcy, was not available, another dear and lovely friend, Holly, agreed to act as official recorder.
I felt there was good energy in the room, despite the fact that our goal tonight was to contact evil spirits or demons -- but we all agreed to hold open minds and keep an objective attitude, and treat the questions posed by the OP with respect.
Another important note: For this session, we used two Ouija Boards, for reasons I will explain later. We started the session with the magnetic Ouija board, and set up my old, tried and true board on a separate table near at hand. As always, all answers derived from the board will be displayed in ALL-CAPS.
And so we began:
Opening statement: Greetings! We seek communication with any being who would identify itself as a demon, or powerfully evil spirit or entity. Please, we are seeking only the truly wicked and evil tonight. All others please hold -- again, we cast out our mind for an evil demon! Come forth!
(Note: Without a second of delay, the oracle moved swiftly under our fingers and began to spell words).
ANSWER: I AM RANTOR RANTIC OF MANY THOUGHTS, MANY THOUGHTS.
Question: Are you evil or demonic, or a combination thereof? We are seeking someone or something that is extremely evil.
Answer: I AM RANTOR RANTIC OF MANY THOUGHTS. I HAVE MANY THOUGHTS FOR YOU.
Question: Are these thoughts of an evil nature?
Answer: I AM RANTOR RANTIC OF MANY THOUGHTS, MANY THOUGHTS FOR YOU, YOU SON-OF-BITCH.
Question: You comment would suggest you are hostile, at the very least. Are you evil?
Answer: I AM RANTOR RANTIC, HOW IS YOUR MOTHER, YOU SON-OF-A BITCH?
(Note: For the record, my mother is dead, but at any rate, I decided that Rantor Rantic was merely baiting me with thoughts of my deceased mother. I decided to not take the bait, and rather, stay in control of the flow of communication).
Question: Tell me what kind of thoughts you have for me, Rantor Rantic?
Answer: I AM RANTOR RANTIC, AND WHEN I SUCK OUT YOUR EYEBALLS, EAT YOUR MIND AND GORE YOUR BRAIN (delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete).
(Note: I’m sorry, but I feel it is best to delete the truly horrific comments uttered by Rantor Rantic. I want to kep foul language and psychotic-psyhological brutality to a minimum on this blog -- which after all is a family blog! Let me just say, Rantor Rantic’s statements were shockingly brutal and horribly obscene, so much so that Holly, our recorder, put down her notepad in the middle of this diatribe, and decided to opt out of the session, and the two other females also wanted to leave.
We were obliged to wait while Holly went out to start her 4 x 4 pick-up and let it warm up in the frigid cold outside before she could take her leave. Once Holly and her friends had left, our personable and intelligent friend Eugene volunteered to take over recording duties. There were now 8 of us left to confront the demon Rantor Rantic. Presently, we resumed the session).
Question: Rantor Rantic, I am satisfied that you are truly an evil being of some kind, and have a diseased view of reality. Where are you and what are you? Are you a demon, existing in the demon realms?
ANSWER: I AM RANTOR RANTIC AND (delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete….).
(Note: Again, a fantastically horrible spewing of the worst kind of stuff that you could ever imagine -- I mean, neither Brian or I possess the imagination to come up with material like this. It’s gruesomely, even depressingly horrible stuff).
Question: Rantor Rantic, we will stipulate that you are extremely evil. Certainly, you are accomplished in the rhetoric of evil, at least. Now, to continue with our program, we ask you to materialize in our physical location. Can you cast your being or presence into this room we are located in right now, and perhaps take possession of my body, or that of one of us present here tonight?
ANSWER: I AM RANTOR RANTIC AND I WILL HAVE MANY THOUGHTS FOR YOU.
Question: But can you manifest inside this room right now?
ANSWER: IN GOOD TIME. I AM RANTOR RANTIC. I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS FOR YOU. SO MANY.
Question: Rantor Rantic, you say “in good time.” Does that mean you will materialize into my location at some time in the near future?
ANSWER: IN GOOD TIME, YOU SON-OF-A-BITCH.
Question: That’s all well in good, but you seem to be stalling. Why “in good time”? Why don’t you just come here right now?
ANSWER: I AM RANTOR RANTIC AND (delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete).
(Note: Here again, Rantor Rantic vomited forth a stunning array of profane and absolutely disgusting commentary, if it could be called commentary at all. We decided to continue with the program as outlined by the dare.)
From the person who made the dare, the suggestion was made that we should ask a demon to “scare our family.” We took a break for a group discussion to consider which member of whose family we should send Rantor Rantic to scare -- I quickly volunteered a member of my own family.
I have three brothers, whom I‘ll just identify here as Brother X, Brother Y and Brother Z. Everyone present knows all three of my brothers. We held a short discussion on which of my brothers would be best to inflict a demon upon, and we were all in agreement that we should cast Rantor Rantic upon my Brother X because we all felt he was psychologically and spiritually the weakest. Thus in agreement, we went back to the Ouija Board).
Question: Rantor Rantic, we now would request that you take up whatever evil powers or abilities that you have at your disposal, and use them to scare my Brother X. My brother lives in (X location) -- is there anything more you need in terms of information or direction to go over and scare him as much as possible?
ANSWER: FOR YOUR BROTHER X AND FOR YOU I WILL (delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete).
Question: That’s some truly strong and stinging commentary -- but we will be expecting you -- and in fact, Rantor Rantic -- we now command you and urge you to visit yourself upon my Brother X, and we insist and command you to frighten him to a very severe degree. We absolutely demand that you really rattle his cage like it has never been rattled before. This we command. Will you comply?
ANSWER: I AM RANTOR RANTIC AND I HAVE MANY THOUGHTS FOR YOU, YOU SON-OF-BITCH. I HAVE MANY PLANS FOR YOU.
Question: Please work your demented plans on my Brother X right now. He’s probably asleep in his bed at this time. He’s vulnerable. Perhaps you could at least enter his dreams and give him the fright of his life. We dare you to go and give Brother X a severe nightmare. Furthermore, we will be checking on the results. We will call Brother X and see if you can put your actions where your words are, or are you all talk? Are you up for the challenge?
ANSWER: IN GOOD TIME, YOU SON-OF-BITCH. YOU AND BROTHER X WILL NEVER REST.
Question: Well, so far, you have proven that you can proclaim many shocking and repugnant statements, but I have yet to fear for my future state of comity. We are now going to take a one-hour break, during which time we will expect you to work your mischief on us, or on my Brother X, and we will be checking the results. Understood?
ANSWER: YOU ARE A BREAKAGE. YOU WILL NEVER REST.
(Note: We took a one-hour break. The time was now about an hour after midnight. We decided that at about 2 a.m., we would call my Brother X to see if he had experienced at least a nightmare, or some other scary experience. I arranged to record my phone conversation with my Brother X, and so here is the transcript of the call):
RING:
(Note: My Brother X’s wife answered the phone).
Ken: Hello, Alice (not her real name). This is Ken. Can I speak with Brother X?
(Note: I knew my Brother X’s wife would be awake even at this late hour. She’s an insomniac and usually stays up till about 4 a.m. on a regular basis).
Alice: He’s in bed asleep! You scared the s**t out of me. What’s wrong? Why are you calling so late?
Ken: I’m sorry to scare you, Alice, but we are conducting an important experiment with the Ouija Board. We really need to speak with Brother X. It might be important. He may be in danger. Can you wake him up?
Alice: Oh you (delete profanity), and your damned (deleted profanity) Ouija Board! He was at the American Legion meeting all night and had a lot to drink. I doubt he’s getting up for anything, and he has to get up early for work in the morning.
Ken: We only want to talk to him for a minute. Do me a favor and put the phone right by Brother X’s bed and let the phone keep ringing until Brother X wakes up and he answers it. It’s important.
Alice: He’s going to kill you.
Ken: Well, this is for science. It’s important. Will you put the phone by his bed?
Alice: It’s your funeral.
Ken: Thanks, Alice.
(Note: We waited five minutes and then began ringing Brother X’s phone. After about 10 minutes he finally answered).
Brother X: What!
Ken: Sorry to wake you, Brother X. This is Ken.
Brother X: What the hell do you want! What’s going on!
Ken: This is extremely important. Have you been experiencing a nightmare just now, or anything else that is strange?
Brother X: The only god--^%^%^% nightmare is going be when I drive over there and break your **&*&&^% face!
Ken: It’s 30-below-zero outside. Your car probably won’t start. But just listen to me for a minute. We contacted an entity named Rantor Rantic on the Ouija Board and ….
Brother X: I swear to God, I am going kick my foot up your ass so far, you’re going to be licking my toes until the 4th of July, and if you call one more time … I mean it, you son-of-b***h.
CLICK!
(Note: I had my call on speaker phone so all in my Ouija group could hear our conversation. Everyone began to make all kinds of wild speculations. My friend Odin, for example, pointed out how eerie is was that Brother X and threatened me and called me a son-of-a-b***h, just as Rantor Rantic had done a number of times.
The speculation was that perhaps Rantor Rantic was a few steps ahead of us, and was manipulating the whole situation. Others argued that this was ridiculous. Clearly, we had more ground to cover, and so the session continued despite the late hour.
That's it for now ...
I’ll post the next part of the session when I get some time … I apologize for the delay.
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I conducted his session on a dare. A person on another Web site dared anyone to contact a demon via the Ouija board, and to even send that demon after friends or relatives -- in short -- to conjur a demon and dare to mess with "It" as much as possible.
My Ouija team and I took up the challenge, and the following is the transcript from the session:
The Demon Rantor Rantic
This session took place in a cabin I have deep in the woods in northern Minnesota. It was a bitter cold evening with temps dipping to near 30-below-zero, with a stiff wind whipping the wind chill factor to near 50-below.
But I had a strong fire stoked in the wood stove, and there was a wonderful spirit of friendship and camaraderie inside. There were 11 people on hand to observe the session. Earlier, I had treated everyone to my special recipe for walleye chowder. Working the board with me was my friend Brian, and because our usual recorder, Darcy, was not available, another dear and lovely friend, Holly, agreed to act as official recorder.
I felt there was good energy in the room, despite the fact that our goal tonight was to contact evil spirits or demons -- but we all agreed to hold open minds and keep an objective attitude, and treat the questions posed by the OP with respect.
Another important note: For this session, we used two Ouija Boards, for reasons I will explain later. We started the session with the magnetic Ouija board, and set up my old, tried and true board on a separate table near at hand. As always, all answers derived from the board will be displayed in ALL-CAPS.
And so we began:
Opening statement: Greetings! We seek communication with any being who would identify itself as a demon, or powerfully evil spirit or entity. Please, we are seeking only the truly wicked and evil tonight. All others please hold -- again, we cast out our mind for an evil demon! Come forth!
(Note: Without a second of delay, the oracle moved swiftly under our fingers and began to spell words).
ANSWER: I AM RANTOR RANTIC OF MANY THOUGHTS, MANY THOUGHTS.
Question: Are you evil or demonic, or a combination thereof? We are seeking someone or something that is extremely evil.
Answer: I AM RANTOR RANTIC OF MANY THOUGHTS. I HAVE MANY THOUGHTS FOR YOU.
Question: Are these thoughts of an evil nature?
Answer: I AM RANTOR RANTIC OF MANY THOUGHTS, MANY THOUGHTS FOR YOU, YOU SON-OF-BITCH.
Question: You comment would suggest you are hostile, at the very least. Are you evil?
Answer: I AM RANTOR RANTIC, HOW IS YOUR MOTHER, YOU SON-OF-A BITCH?
(Note: For the record, my mother is dead, but at any rate, I decided that Rantor Rantic was merely baiting me with thoughts of my deceased mother. I decided to not take the bait, and rather, stay in control of the flow of communication).
Question: Tell me what kind of thoughts you have for me, Rantor Rantic?
Answer: I AM RANTOR RANTIC, AND WHEN I SUCK OUT YOUR EYEBALLS, EAT YOUR MIND AND GORE YOUR BRAIN (delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete).
(Note: I’m sorry, but I feel it is best to delete the truly horrific comments uttered by Rantor Rantic. I want to kep foul language and psychotic-psyhological brutality to a minimum on this blog -- which after all is a family blog! Let me just say, Rantor Rantic’s statements were shockingly brutal and horribly obscene, so much so that Holly, our recorder, put down her notepad in the middle of this diatribe, and decided to opt out of the session, and the two other females also wanted to leave.
We were obliged to wait while Holly went out to start her 4 x 4 pick-up and let it warm up in the frigid cold outside before she could take her leave. Once Holly and her friends had left, our personable and intelligent friend Eugene volunteered to take over recording duties. There were now 8 of us left to confront the demon Rantor Rantic. Presently, we resumed the session).
Question: Rantor Rantic, I am satisfied that you are truly an evil being of some kind, and have a diseased view of reality. Where are you and what are you? Are you a demon, existing in the demon realms?
ANSWER: I AM RANTOR RANTIC AND (delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete….).
(Note: Again, a fantastically horrible spewing of the worst kind of stuff that you could ever imagine -- I mean, neither Brian or I possess the imagination to come up with material like this. It’s gruesomely, even depressingly horrible stuff).
Question: Rantor Rantic, we will stipulate that you are extremely evil. Certainly, you are accomplished in the rhetoric of evil, at least. Now, to continue with our program, we ask you to materialize in our physical location. Can you cast your being or presence into this room we are located in right now, and perhaps take possession of my body, or that of one of us present here tonight?
ANSWER: I AM RANTOR RANTIC AND I WILL HAVE MANY THOUGHTS FOR YOU.
Question: But can you manifest inside this room right now?
ANSWER: IN GOOD TIME. I AM RANTOR RANTIC. I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS FOR YOU. SO MANY.
Question: Rantor Rantic, you say “in good time.” Does that mean you will materialize into my location at some time in the near future?
ANSWER: IN GOOD TIME, YOU SON-OF-A-BITCH.
Question: That’s all well in good, but you seem to be stalling. Why “in good time”? Why don’t you just come here right now?
ANSWER: I AM RANTOR RANTIC AND (delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete).
(Note: Here again, Rantor Rantic vomited forth a stunning array of profane and absolutely disgusting commentary, if it could be called commentary at all. We decided to continue with the program as outlined by the dare.)
From the person who made the dare, the suggestion was made that we should ask a demon to “scare our family.” We took a break for a group discussion to consider which member of whose family we should send Rantor Rantic to scare -- I quickly volunteered a member of my own family.
I have three brothers, whom I‘ll just identify here as Brother X, Brother Y and Brother Z. Everyone present knows all three of my brothers. We held a short discussion on which of my brothers would be best to inflict a demon upon, and we were all in agreement that we should cast Rantor Rantic upon my Brother X because we all felt he was psychologically and spiritually the weakest. Thus in agreement, we went back to the Ouija Board).
Question: Rantor Rantic, we now would request that you take up whatever evil powers or abilities that you have at your disposal, and use them to scare my Brother X. My brother lives in (X location) -- is there anything more you need in terms of information or direction to go over and scare him as much as possible?
ANSWER: FOR YOUR BROTHER X AND FOR YOU I WILL (delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete).
Question: That’s some truly strong and stinging commentary -- but we will be expecting you -- and in fact, Rantor Rantic -- we now command you and urge you to visit yourself upon my Brother X, and we insist and command you to frighten him to a very severe degree. We absolutely demand that you really rattle his cage like it has never been rattled before. This we command. Will you comply?
ANSWER: I AM RANTOR RANTIC AND I HAVE MANY THOUGHTS FOR YOU, YOU SON-OF-BITCH. I HAVE MANY PLANS FOR YOU.
Question: Please work your demented plans on my Brother X right now. He’s probably asleep in his bed at this time. He’s vulnerable. Perhaps you could at least enter his dreams and give him the fright of his life. We dare you to go and give Brother X a severe nightmare. Furthermore, we will be checking on the results. We will call Brother X and see if you can put your actions where your words are, or are you all talk? Are you up for the challenge?
ANSWER: IN GOOD TIME, YOU SON-OF-BITCH. YOU AND BROTHER X WILL NEVER REST.
Question: Well, so far, you have proven that you can proclaim many shocking and repugnant statements, but I have yet to fear for my future state of comity. We are now going to take a one-hour break, during which time we will expect you to work your mischief on us, or on my Brother X, and we will be checking the results. Understood?
ANSWER: YOU ARE A BREAKAGE. YOU WILL NEVER REST.
(Note: We took a one-hour break. The time was now about an hour after midnight. We decided that at about 2 a.m., we would call my Brother X to see if he had experienced at least a nightmare, or some other scary experience. I arranged to record my phone conversation with my Brother X, and so here is the transcript of the call):
RING:
(Note: My Brother X’s wife answered the phone).
Ken: Hello, Alice (not her real name). This is Ken. Can I speak with Brother X?
(Note: I knew my Brother X’s wife would be awake even at this late hour. She’s an insomniac and usually stays up till about 4 a.m. on a regular basis).
Alice: He’s in bed asleep! You scared the s**t out of me. What’s wrong? Why are you calling so late?
Ken: I’m sorry to scare you, Alice, but we are conducting an important experiment with the Ouija Board. We really need to speak with Brother X. It might be important. He may be in danger. Can you wake him up?
Alice: Oh you (delete profanity), and your damned (deleted profanity) Ouija Board! He was at the American Legion meeting all night and had a lot to drink. I doubt he’s getting up for anything, and he has to get up early for work in the morning.
Ken: We only want to talk to him for a minute. Do me a favor and put the phone right by Brother X’s bed and let the phone keep ringing until Brother X wakes up and he answers it. It’s important.
Alice: He’s going to kill you.
Ken: Well, this is for science. It’s important. Will you put the phone by his bed?
Alice: It’s your funeral.
Ken: Thanks, Alice.
(Note: We waited five minutes and then began ringing Brother X’s phone. After about 10 minutes he finally answered).
Brother X: What!
Ken: Sorry to wake you, Brother X. This is Ken.
Brother X: What the hell do you want! What’s going on!
Ken: This is extremely important. Have you been experiencing a nightmare just now, or anything else that is strange?
Brother X: The only god--^%^%^% nightmare is going be when I drive over there and break your **&*&&^% face!
Ken: It’s 30-below-zero outside. Your car probably won’t start. But just listen to me for a minute. We contacted an entity named Rantor Rantic on the Ouija Board and ….
Brother X: I swear to God, I am going kick my foot up your ass so far, you’re going to be licking my toes until the 4th of July, and if you call one more time … I mean it, you son-of-b***h.
CLICK!
(Note: I had my call on speaker phone so all in my Ouija group could hear our conversation. Everyone began to make all kinds of wild speculations. My friend Odin, for example, pointed out how eerie is was that Brother X and threatened me and called me a son-of-a-b***h, just as Rantor Rantic had done a number of times.
The speculation was that perhaps Rantor Rantic was a few steps ahead of us, and was manipulating the whole situation. Others argued that this was ridiculous. Clearly, we had more ground to cover, and so the session continued despite the late hour.
That's it for now ...
I’ll post the next part of the session when I get some time … I apologize for the delay.
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Ouija Board Beginnings
KEN KORCZAK:
In a corner of my attic are stacked more than a dozen dusty cardboard boxes crammed with notebooks. The notebooks are filled front to back with thousands of handwritten entries which are the records of 40 years of Ouija Board sessions.
The sessions were conducted by a dogged seeker of communication with ghosts, intelligences and entities from “the other side.” That dogged Ouija seeker is me.
I chose the world “Lost” in the title of this blog because all of those records in those boxes almost never see the light of day once a notebook is filled and stuffed in a box. Although I have taken pains to record and save 40 years of Ouija sessions, I almost never look at them again once the session is done. In a sense, they sort of get “lost” in my attic.
The real reason I took pains to record all my Ouija sessions was not so much because I wanted them preserved for memory, but rather, because I discovered that the presence of a third person taking notes while two others are working the Ouija makes the session much more fruitful and productive.
A session recorder seems to add a certain “energy” to the room, even though that person never touches the Board. I also discovered that not all Ouija session recorder are created equal -- some people taking notes make for better Ouija sessions than others.
The same goes for the people actually working the Board. Over the years, I have had amazing results working with certain people, while with others I just didn’t have the same chemistry. Today, I am lucky to have what I call my “A Team” for Ouija work -- myself, and my friend Brain, who is autistic and works the Board with me, and the beautiful Darcy, the best Ouija Session recorder I have ever had in four decades.
But before I get to far ahead of myself, let me start at the beginning. When I was eight years old, my four siblings and I received an Ouija Board as a gift from our mother. Mom was a devout Catholic, but she knew nothing about what an Ouija Board was really all about. She assumed that because it was sold by Parker Brothers, it was merely a fun game for the kids. And so it was!
I know that many readers here would be horrified that a bunch of naïve children be allowed to play with an instrument many consider to be a powerful and dangerous doorway to unspeakable evil forces -- from demons to malevolent spirits -- all just waiting for some fool to open a channel for them to leap through and gobble up the souls of innocents.
But we never had any of those problems. We just had a lot of fun. And so began a lifetime hobby of contacting and communicating with strange entities of all kinds, and from all corners of the Universe -- an activity that I have continued for the past four decades.
During those first Ouija sessions when we were children, we didn’t try to contact any specific spirits or entities -- we simply addressed our questions directly to “The Ouija Board” and hoped for interesting answers -- and we were rarely disappointed.
We started out by asking questions like, “How old will I be when I die.” The Ouija was always quick with answers.
For example, the Ouija told me that I would die at the age of 41, and that I would be killed in a knife fight with a homeless man. We asked for more details, and the Ouija told us that I would enter the U.S. Navy at age 18, rise to the rank of admiral, but that after I left the Navy, I would develop a severe drinking problem which would ruin my life.
The Ouija Board said that I would make my living on the mean streets of Detroit by digging through dumpsters looking for junk to sell for small change. My death would come about when another homeless wino became angry with me for butting into his “territory” on the streets, and that he knifed me to death after an argument inside a neon sign shop.
Of course, none of this came true. I didn’t die at age 41, never served in the Navy and didn’t even become a heavy drinker. The Ouija Board said my younger brother would die at age 18 from radiation poisoning. It said my brother would get a job right out of high school as a garbage man, and that someone would illegally unload some radioactive material into a dumpster, my brother would get exposed and die. This never came true either.
Incidentally, our mother hated it when we asked morbid questions like this, and she would often chastise us. She would shout at us in her native Polish language: “Stop asking questions like that!”
We weren’t worried, though, because we thought the answers the Board gave us were not only hilarious, but amazingly creative. I mean, we lived in a small farming community in Minnesota, none of us had ever been to Detroit, and none of us could have ever thought of something like getting knifed in an inner-city neon sign shop, of all places.
Interestingly, among the five of us children, we tried many combinations at using the Board, but it would only work when my oldest brother and I were at the controls, or the planchette, I should say. We would get into arguments about one or the other us moving the planchette purposefully. We’d shout at each other: “You’re moving this thing!” “I swear I’m not! I think you’re moving it!” “I tell you, I’m not the one moving it!”
Thus, to make sure neither my brother or I were cheating, we began the practice of one of us being blindfolded, and we would take turns at this. With one of us blindfolded, we found that the Board moved even faster and became even more creative in its answers, much to our delight.
After we started the blindfolding, we were amazed that sometimes the Board would spell out its answers in Polish. Since Polish was a first language for my parents and all of our aunts and uncles, we children also understood and spoke a lot of Polish, so it shouldn’t have been surprising that we got some answers in that language.
Isn’t wasn’t long, however, before our Ouija Board communications began to expand beyond our routine fortune-telling kind of questions. During one session, for example, we were asking the Board questions about our own future lives when a dead man by the name of Hal Witzman interrupted our questioning. Suddenly, the board started spelling, “Let me talk to you … let me talk to you …”. Again, up to that point, we had always addressed the Ouija Board as if it were talking to it. So when the Board started spelling “Let me talk to you”, we naturally asked “Who are you?”
The spirit identified himself as Hal Witzman, who happened to be a retired plumber from our small town who had died a couple of years earlier. We all had known Mr. Witzman, the way everyone in a small town knows everyone else. Yet, we were extremely surprised that, all of a sudden, Mr. Witzman was now wishing to speak to us from beyond the grave! At the same time, we thought it was great! We were about to speak to our first ghost! Unfortunately we were naïve children, and so our questions to the poor dead Mr. Witzman were deplorably childish. For example, we would ask him things like, “What’s it like in your grave?” And Mr. Witzman would answer: “It’s cold and lonely.”
Equally unfortunately, we also began to ask the deceased plumber some rather lippy, insolent questions. For example, we asked him if he felt that he had wasted his life toiling away as a small-town plumber, and did he wish that he had done something more interesting with his life. Mr. Witzman grew angry at this and starting insulting our father, whom he called a “small-time prune peddler.”
The prune peddler comment referred to my dad’s job as owner of the local grocery store. After the ghost of Mr. Witzman insulted our father, we told him that his wife of 40 years had remarried within six months of his death, and that to our knowledge, she had never once visited his grave, all of which was true.
Nevertheless, this made the dead plumber very angry indeed, and he said that none of us “little brats” would get another good night’s sleep because he was going to haunt us from beyond the grave. We had a good laugh at this, and my brother asked him: “Are you going to come into our bedrooms at night rattling your pipe wrenches and toilet snakes?”
This made Mr. Witzman’s ghost furious, and we thought this was extremely funny. Our mother didn’t think it was funny, however. She thought is was gruesome and morbid that we were talking to the ghost a former resident of our small town, that we were mocking him, so she took the Board away from us for while.
Anyway, the Mr. Witzman episode made us realize that there were probably an unlimited amount of dead people, and perhaps even other types of entities that we could contact and have fun with on “the other side”.
I could probably write an entire book on the small army of local small-town spooks we spoke with via the Ouija Board during those early days of my Ouija practice. But I’ll just say here that it was these early experiences that instilled within me a lifelong interest in the Ouija Board, and I have consistently conducted Ouija sessions ever since.
I brought the Ouija with me to college and conducted many fascinating sessions in the dorm room with my college buddies. After college I held “Ouija Parties” wherever my work and profession took me, and conducted many sessions with dozens of friends, workers and acquaintances over the decades.
As I grew older and as my experiences with the Ouija Board began to accumulate, my ability to interact with intelligences and entities on “the other side” began to deepen and grow in profound, unexpected and uncanny directions.
Still, I have always approached the Ouija with a great deal of skepticism, yet open-mindedness -- but most of all, with that original childish sense of fun and mischievousness which characterized those first sessions with my siblings in our small northern Minnesota village.
As I said, I had developed the practice of recording my Ouija sessions word-for-word in notebooks. This meant that I almost always enlisted a friend or onlooker to act as the “official recorder” of each session, have them write down every word we spoke, and every letter the Ouija Board entities spelled out for us during a session.
Over the decades, those notebooks accumulated into hundreds, which now reside in the dusty attic of my home. Some of them I have not looked at for dozens of years -- in fact, I have rarely gone back to simply peruse my decades of collected sessions, and reading through some of them now is often like reading the writing of someone else -- there are many sessions I have forgotten about completely, and I am amazed at some of the wacky, profound, sad, funny and sometimes scary or eerie stories that emerge from those notebooks of years gone by.
So right now I invite you to spring forward with me to the year 1999, and meet one of the most interesting personalities I have met on “the other side” via the Ouija Board. In the past eight years, I have communicated with this particular entity often, and consider her to be a warm and wonderful friend. Here is how it all happened:
For this session, I had my Ouija “A Team” on hand and we wanted to try something new and different to leverage a great Ouija Session. My “A Team” is my friend Brian who works the Board with me, and the best session recorder I have ever had, our lovely raven-haired, beautiful friend Darcy. To prepare for the session, Brian and I decided to first perform some energy exercises to balance and enhance our personal chi fields. We were hoping this would bring a special flavor and vibe to the session. Here is how we did it:
For one hour, Brian and I laid flat on our backs on floor mats in a room that was empty of all furniture or any other objects. We wanted no clutter in the room to disrupt our energy work. We cleared our minds with a meditative technique. We then began to visualize our chakras, starting with the crown chakra at the top of our heads, moving down to the “third eye” chakra, the one at the throat -- and so on down the body to the chakra at the bottoms of our feet. Once we had all of the seven primary chakras visualized, we connected them by visualizing a glowing bar of energy beginning at the crown chakra, then extending down to the others.
We then visualized the connected chakra bar to flow up from the tops of our heads and then bend down and around our bodies -- to the point that we were encircling ourselves with scintillating, silver-gold energy. In short, we created glowing shells of chi force around ourselves, thus reducing “astral bleeding” and also providing chi shielding.
(Incidentally, Darcy had not performed the Chi balancing exercise. However, she arrived wearing a green satin sarong, sandals, and a delicate ornament of white-gold in her hair, and smelling of vanilla and lilac. Her splendid natural beauty and presence radiated with greater élan than our chi shields, or so Brian and I mused).
Thus prepared, we set up the Ouija Board and began our session:
OPENING STATEMENT: Greetings! We are highly curious beings living in physical existence on the planet earth! We are extremely hungry for knowledge, and wish to speak with other beings of extremely advanced intelligence! Who will speak with us?
(Note: The oracle began spinning around in circles with extreme vigor, to the point where we could barely control it. But then, it began to spell out words at a fast pace.)
ANSWER: MOMMY IS HERE. I WILL SPEAK WITH YOU, SWEETHEART.
Question: Greetings, Mommy! My name is Ken and I am here with Brian and Darcy. Who are you?
ANSWER: ARE YOU A TRINITY ENTITY?
Question: No. Ken, Brain and Darcy are all three discrete individuals, although we all belong to the same species. Our existences are not merged. Who are you?
ANSWER: I AM MOMMY. AND WHAT OF THE QUIXK OF THE 7TH GUILD?
Question: There are only three of us here. Who is this Quixk of the 7th Guild to which you refer?
ANSWER: THAT WHICH IS PHYSICALLY PRESENT WITH YOU.
Question: We perceive no others physically present with us. Is this Quixk present with us in a way that we cannot perceive?
ANSWER: NO. THE QUIXK OF THE 7TH GUILD IS WITH YOU, AND VERY NEAR.
(Note: We were perplexed for a moment, and then it dawned upon us that Mommy must have been referring to Skrayling, my cat, who was resting by my feet. It’s interesting to note that Skrayling is a polydactyl cat -- he has 7 toes.)
Question: Mommy, are your referring to the one we call Skrayling, which is a kind of being we call a cat?
ANSWER: YES, DEAR ONES. THIS QUIXK IS OF THE ANCIENT 7TH GUILD.
Question: It is very surprising to us that a cat could belong to an organized guild. How could this be so?
ANSWER: THE QUIXK OF THE 7TH GUILD ARE YOUR PARTNERS IN REALITY.
Question: We hardly know what to say or think about this. Already, our curiosity is like an empty stomach growling for food. We have many questions about the Quixk of the 7th Guild. But first, could you tell us more about yourself? We find your name unusual. Is that really your name -- Mommy?
ANSWER: IT IS MY IDENTITY WHEN I AM INSIDE THE NOTHING CHAMBER.
Question: What do you mean? What is the Nothing Chamber?
ANSWER: THE NOTHING CHAMBER IS AN ARTIFICIALLY CREATED PORTION OF THE UNIVERSE IN WHICH ALL ASPECTS OF REALITY HAVE BEEN ELIMINATED.
Question: And you are inside the Nothing Chamber now?
ANSWER: I AM MOMMY IN THE NOTHING CHAMBER.
Question: Mommy, are you some kind of very advanced computer?
ANSWER: THAT WOULD NOT BE ACCURATE. I AM MOMMY IN THE NOTHING CHAMBER.
Question: If all reality inside the Nothing Chamber has been eliminated, how can you be inside it?
ANSWER: I AM NOT INSIDE THE NOTHING CHAMBER PHYSICALLY. I AM LEVERAGING THE NOTHING INSIDE THE NOTHING CHAMBER TO PROJECT THE FORM OF MY CONSCIOUSNESS, AND THUS EXTEND IT TO ALL ASPECTS OF THE UNIVERSE.
Question: This is extremely fascinating. So what is your name when you are not inside the Nothing Chamber?
ANSWER: WHEN I AM MOMMY IN THE NOTHING CHAMBER, THAT IS MY TOTAL EXISTENCE. I AM NEVER OUTSIDE THE NOTHING CHAMBER, AND NEVER INSIDE THE NOTHING CHAMBER. I NEVER ENTER, AND I NEVER LEAVE. I AM NEVER INSIDE THE NOTHING CHAMBER, SINCE THERE IS NOTHING IN IT. YET, I AM MOMMY IN THE NOTHING CHAMBER.
Question: Okay. This is difficult for us to understand. You speak in paradoxes and riddles from our point of view. Perhaps we can talk about something else. For example, where is the Nothing Chamber? Are you on the planet earth?
ANSWER: I PERCEIVE THE WORD EARTH TO BE THAT OF AN ANCIENT LANGUAGE THAT IS EXTINCT.
Question: Interesting. This must mean that your are positioned at a time far in the future from our time. Do you agree?
ANSWER: THE CONCEPT OF TIME IS AN ANCIENT CONCEPT AND PROBLEMATIC, YET, I WILL CONFORM TO YOUR STANDARDS IN ORDER TO FACILITATE COMMUNICATION WITH YOU. ALTHOUGH IT IS NOT ACCURATE TO SAY SO, FROM YOUR PERSPECTIVE, I AM IN THE FUTURE RELATIVE TO YOU. BUT PLEASE, SWEETHEART, DO NOT GROW ATTACHED TO THIS CONCEPT.
Question: We promise not to grow attached to abstract concepts too rigorously, Mommy. Are you on our planet?
ANSWER; I AM MOMMY IN THE NOTHING CHAMBER.
Question: We struggle to expand our minds to understand you. Still, we find it exceedingly curious that you call yourself Mommy and refer to us as “dear ones” and “sweetheart.” Is there some special meaning to this?
ANSWER: IT IS APPROPRIATE.
Question: Okay. It is rather nice. Now, by our system of time, the year is 1999. Where is your location in time compared to this, realizing that we are only talking in the abstract?
ANSWER: IT IS RIDICULOUS TO SAY SO, BUT FORM YOUR POINT OF VIEW, I AM PERHAPS 1,000 YEARS IN YOUR FUTURE -- BUT THIS IS PROBLEMATIC. PLEASE BE CAREFUL, DEAR.
Question: We agree that our conception of time is most likely weighed down heavily by misconception and illusion, but it’s how we orient ourselves in our reality at this point, and we think it is fascinating to speak with someone who is -- in our view -- far removed from us into the future. What is your purpose for being in the Nothing Chamber?
ANSWER: I SPEAK TO YOU, DARLING ONE.
Question: But, certainly, your purpose for being in the Nothing Chamber is not simply to speak with us?
ANSWER: WHAT PURPOSE WOULD YOU PROPOSE? I SPEAK WITH YOU.
Question: Okay, yes, not everything must have a purpose, I guess. Well, let us ask you this: What form of energy does the Nothing Chamber use to create an area of total Nothingness?
ANSWER: IT USES THE ENERGY WHICH POWERS ALL ASPECTS OF LIFE AND THE UNIVERSE -- IT USES NOTHING.
Question: We have heard some philosophers here say that “emptiness is form, and form is emptiness.” Is this similar to the concept of which you speak?
ANSWER: YOU ARE SO INTELLIGENT, DEAR HEART!
Question: Thank you, Mommy. Are you a human being, Mommy? Do you have physical form?
ANSWER: I AM MOMMY IN THE NOTHING CHAMBER.
(Note: Although fascinating, we began to hit many dead-ends in our attempts to find out some specifics about Mommy and her world in the future. Mommy tried to explain to us the multidimensionality of space, and how our inability to think and interact in greater dimensions severely limits our understanding of a greater reality, and also why many of the things she said seem to make no sense to us, or seem contradictory, or paradoxical.
To help us better understand, however, Mommy asked us to participate in an experiment that would better help us better grasp the difficulties of communication between beings who are vastly separated in their development.
To our total delight, Mommy offered us to put un in contact with some Neanderthals, who, according to Mommy, were perhaps more than 100,000 years in our past. Mommy again urged us to not get too hooked on the concept of time, or to think of the Neanderthals and either “dead,” “inferior” or any with an other prejudicial notions.
We eagerly promised Mommy that we would be good and that we wanted to speak with the Neanderthals right away. Thus, with Mommy acting as a link, the next communication we received was from 100,000 years ago:
Question: Hello. We are here. We are friendly people. We wish to communicate with you.
ANSWER: O-TALA-O-BUNTU, WE HAVE BECOME THE GREAT CAVE. WE HEAR YOU. COME INTO THE CAVE. O-TALA-O-BUNTU
Question: Do you mean you have entered inside a cave when you say that you “become the cave“?
ANSWER: O-TALA-O-BUNTU, WE BECOME THE GREAT CAVE. WE BESEECH YOU TO ENTER INSIDE WITH US! O-TALA-O-BUNTU
Question: Why do you wish us to enter your cave?
ANSWER: O-TALA-O-BUNTU, IT IS THE YEARNING. WE HUNGER FOR YOU INSIDE THE CAVE. ENTER THE CAVE. O-TALA-O-BUNTU.
Question: Does this mean you want to kill us and eat us?
ANSWER: O-TALA-O-BUNTU. NO! IT IS THE YEARNING AND THE COMMUNION WITH OTHERS. YOU ARE THE OTHERS, BUT WE CANNOT SEE YOU. ENTER THE CAVE. WE DO NOT EAT. THE YEARNING IS NO EAT. O-TALA-O-BUNTU.
Question: We are most likely not the others which you seek. We cannot enter the cave, but we can speak with you and hear you. What does O-TALA-O-BUNTU mean?
O-TALA-O-BUNTU. IT IS THE BEGINNING WORD AND THE ENDING WORD. O-TALA-O-BUNTU.
Question: Are you required to say O-TALA-O-BUNTU before and after every statement?
ANSWER: O-TALA-O-BUNTU. WE DO NOT UNDERSTAND. O-TALA-O-BUNTU.
Question: Please don’t worry about it. How many are you in the cave?
ANSWER: O-TALA-O-BUNTU. WE ARE IN THE CAVE. O-TALA-O-BUNTU
Question: Yes, but how many? Are there three of you, or five or 10?
ANSWER: O-TALA-O-BUNTU. WE DO NOT UNDERSTAND. O-TALA-O-BUNTU.
(Note: We assumed from this they did not have a concept of numbers.)
Question: What do you call yourselves? What is your tribe called?
ANSWER: O-TALA-O-BUNTU. O-TALA-O-BUNTU
Question: So you are the O-TALA-O-BUNTU? Who is your chief? Which one of you is the leader?
ANSWER: O-TALA-O-BUNTU. WE DO NOT UNDERSTAND. O-TALA-O-BUNTU.
Question: Is there one of you who is greater than the others? One who others follow?
ANSWER: O-TALA-O-BUNTU. WE ARE O-TALA-O-BUNTU. O-TALA-O-BUNTU.
(Note: We began to assume that these were pre-ego conscious Neanderthals. That is, they had yet to develop a self-reflective concept of individuality, and still viewed themselves with a kind of herd mentality, like other animals. There sense of self was that of a group self -- and we only beginning to differentiate themselves from the rest of their environment.
We take for granted that we are individuals with unique personalities, it is hard for us to comprehend having a “hive” or “herd” mentality. It also difficult for us to know what it would be like to have no concept of basic math, which these Neanderthals did not seem to have. As far advanced as we are from the Neanderthal, so perhaps is Mommy advanced beyond us -- thus, there and perhaps dozens of concepts which we simply cannot comprehend in our communication with Mommy. Yet, we still wanted to delve further into the world of the Neanderthal, though we were getting extremely fatigued of having to spell out O-TALA-O-BUNTU over and over again on the Ouija Board.)
Question: Can you tell us if there are mammoths where you live?
ANSWER: O-TALA-O-BUNTU. WE DO NOT UNDERSTAND. O-TALA-O-BUNTU.
Question: Mommy, can you intervene and explain to them the concept of the mammoth, and then get the Neanderthals to tell us about mammoths? We think this would be cool.
ANSWER: HONEY, IT IS VERY DIFFICULT FOR THEM TO DIFFERENTIATE THE MAMMOTH FROM THEMSELVES. FROM THEIR POINT OF VIEW, THE MAMMOTH IS A DREAM CREATURE WHICH THEY FEEL CONNECTED TO AS PART OF THEIR OWN CONSCIOUSNESS. AT TIMES THEY DREAM OF THE MAMMOTH AND AT TIMES THEY ENCOUNTER IT IN OBJECTIVE REALITY AND THEY DO NOT DISCRIMINATE TO A SIGNIFICANT DEGREE -- AND, IN A SENSE, THIS MODE OF CONSCIOUSNESS IS NOT INFERIOR TO YOURS.
Question: Thank you, Mommy. Perhaps it is best if we discontinue our connection to the Neanderthals until such time we develop a better strategy to communicate with them in a way that is more effective.
ANSWER: AS YOU WISH.
Question: Mommy, we began to grow fatigued. Yet, we have many questions for you. For example, we wish to know a great deal more about the Quixk of the 7th Guild. For example, my personal Quixk who I identify as Skrayling. What is my relationship to him and his status as Guild Member?
ANSWER: OF MUTUAL COOPERATION, OR COURSE. INDEED, YOU VERY RECENTLY ASSISTED YOUR QUIXK IN DEVELOPING ITS 11TH CODICIL OF ACHIEVEMENT.
Question: What did I do to help the Quixk with this?
ANSWER: IT WAS THE TIME THAT YOU BECAME DISORIENTED IN THE WHIRLING NEXUS CONVERSIONS ON YOUR JOURNEY AND ATTEMPT TO SPEAK WITH THE ENTITY ASKLEPIOUS. AS YOU RECALL, YOUR QUIXK IS VERY ADEPT AS PLYING THE EDDIES OF WHERE THE NEXUS GANGLIONS TANGLE. IT WAS YOUR QUIXK WHO RESOLVED THE ISSUES, AND THUS LED YOU BACK HOME. THE QUIXK EARNED ITS 11TH CODICIL IN THE PROCESS.
(Note: This was one of the most astounding exchanges for me ever in my years of Ouija Board sessions. What Mommy was referring to was a time when I was experimenting with very advanced lucid dreaming techniques. I was using the NovaDreamer mask developed by the Lucidity Institute associated with Stanford University. The mask helped me trigger an extremely vivid lucid dream in which I decided to seek out the ancient healing god Asclepius, whose help I wanted with my lifetime problem of suffering from very frequent and severe migraine headaches. At one point in the dream, I was walking through a forest trying to make my way to where I could see the temple of Asclepius at the top of a high hill -- when I was suddenly accosted by what I perceived in my dream mind to be troublesome forces of some sort -- mischievous nature spirits, or something -- which were causing me to become very confused and disoriented, and also afraid.
Suddenly, in my dream I saw my cat Skrayling romping ahead of me on the dark and misty forest floor. Skrayling was leaping and bounding in an almost comical way, and I intuitively started following him. Skrayling ran faster and faster and as I focused my attention on keeping up with him, my confusion began to clear -- and very suddenly I awoke with a WHUMP! very relieved to be at home in bed, with Skrayling slumbering away at my side. The dream was troubling, yet a thrilling adventure.
Question: Mommy, are you saying that this dream experience was in some sense as real an experience as any experience I have in waking reality?
ANSWER: YES, DARLING.
(Note: At this point, Brian had truly had enough, and was simply too fatigued to continue, and it certainly had already been a session of several hours. As much as I wanted to continue, we agreed to sign off, but asked Mommy to speak with us again).
Question: Mommy, it is time for us to rest. But we want to thank you for your great wisdom and kind loving guidance. You are a gentle being, yet powerful and wise. Will you please speak with us again sometime?
ANSWER: I AM ALWAYS HERE, PRECIOUS. GOOD-BYE.
Question: Good-bye, Mommy.
In a corner of my attic are stacked more than a dozen dusty cardboard boxes crammed with notebooks. The notebooks are filled front to back with thousands of handwritten entries which are the records of 40 years of Ouija Board sessions.
The sessions were conducted by a dogged seeker of communication with ghosts, intelligences and entities from “the other side.” That dogged Ouija seeker is me.
I chose the world “Lost” in the title of this blog because all of those records in those boxes almost never see the light of day once a notebook is filled and stuffed in a box. Although I have taken pains to record and save 40 years of Ouija sessions, I almost never look at them again once the session is done. In a sense, they sort of get “lost” in my attic.
The real reason I took pains to record all my Ouija sessions was not so much because I wanted them preserved for memory, but rather, because I discovered that the presence of a third person taking notes while two others are working the Ouija makes the session much more fruitful and productive.
A session recorder seems to add a certain “energy” to the room, even though that person never touches the Board. I also discovered that not all Ouija session recorder are created equal -- some people taking notes make for better Ouija sessions than others.
The same goes for the people actually working the Board. Over the years, I have had amazing results working with certain people, while with others I just didn’t have the same chemistry. Today, I am lucky to have what I call my “A Team” for Ouija work -- myself, and my friend Brain, who is autistic and works the Board with me, and the beautiful Darcy, the best Ouija Session recorder I have ever had in four decades.
But before I get to far ahead of myself, let me start at the beginning. When I was eight years old, my four siblings and I received an Ouija Board as a gift from our mother. Mom was a devout Catholic, but she knew nothing about what an Ouija Board was really all about. She assumed that because it was sold by Parker Brothers, it was merely a fun game for the kids. And so it was!
I know that many readers here would be horrified that a bunch of naïve children be allowed to play with an instrument many consider to be a powerful and dangerous doorway to unspeakable evil forces -- from demons to malevolent spirits -- all just waiting for some fool to open a channel for them to leap through and gobble up the souls of innocents.
But we never had any of those problems. We just had a lot of fun. And so began a lifetime hobby of contacting and communicating with strange entities of all kinds, and from all corners of the Universe -- an activity that I have continued for the past four decades.
During those first Ouija sessions when we were children, we didn’t try to contact any specific spirits or entities -- we simply addressed our questions directly to “The Ouija Board” and hoped for interesting answers -- and we were rarely disappointed.
We started out by asking questions like, “How old will I be when I die.” The Ouija was always quick with answers.
For example, the Ouija told me that I would die at the age of 41, and that I would be killed in a knife fight with a homeless man. We asked for more details, and the Ouija told us that I would enter the U.S. Navy at age 18, rise to the rank of admiral, but that after I left the Navy, I would develop a severe drinking problem which would ruin my life.
The Ouija Board said that I would make my living on the mean streets of Detroit by digging through dumpsters looking for junk to sell for small change. My death would come about when another homeless wino became angry with me for butting into his “territory” on the streets, and that he knifed me to death after an argument inside a neon sign shop.
Of course, none of this came true. I didn’t die at age 41, never served in the Navy and didn’t even become a heavy drinker. The Ouija Board said my younger brother would die at age 18 from radiation poisoning. It said my brother would get a job right out of high school as a garbage man, and that someone would illegally unload some radioactive material into a dumpster, my brother would get exposed and die. This never came true either.
Incidentally, our mother hated it when we asked morbid questions like this, and she would often chastise us. She would shout at us in her native Polish language: “Stop asking questions like that!”
We weren’t worried, though, because we thought the answers the Board gave us were not only hilarious, but amazingly creative. I mean, we lived in a small farming community in Minnesota, none of us had ever been to Detroit, and none of us could have ever thought of something like getting knifed in an inner-city neon sign shop, of all places.
Interestingly, among the five of us children, we tried many combinations at using the Board, but it would only work when my oldest brother and I were at the controls, or the planchette, I should say. We would get into arguments about one or the other us moving the planchette purposefully. We’d shout at each other: “You’re moving this thing!” “I swear I’m not! I think you’re moving it!” “I tell you, I’m not the one moving it!”
Thus, to make sure neither my brother or I were cheating, we began the practice of one of us being blindfolded, and we would take turns at this. With one of us blindfolded, we found that the Board moved even faster and became even more creative in its answers, much to our delight.
After we started the blindfolding, we were amazed that sometimes the Board would spell out its answers in Polish. Since Polish was a first language for my parents and all of our aunts and uncles, we children also understood and spoke a lot of Polish, so it shouldn’t have been surprising that we got some answers in that language.
Isn’t wasn’t long, however, before our Ouija Board communications began to expand beyond our routine fortune-telling kind of questions. During one session, for example, we were asking the Board questions about our own future lives when a dead man by the name of Hal Witzman interrupted our questioning. Suddenly, the board started spelling, “Let me talk to you … let me talk to you …”. Again, up to that point, we had always addressed the Ouija Board as if it were talking to it. So when the Board started spelling “Let me talk to you”, we naturally asked “Who are you?”
The spirit identified himself as Hal Witzman, who happened to be a retired plumber from our small town who had died a couple of years earlier. We all had known Mr. Witzman, the way everyone in a small town knows everyone else. Yet, we were extremely surprised that, all of a sudden, Mr. Witzman was now wishing to speak to us from beyond the grave! At the same time, we thought it was great! We were about to speak to our first ghost! Unfortunately we were naïve children, and so our questions to the poor dead Mr. Witzman were deplorably childish. For example, we would ask him things like, “What’s it like in your grave?” And Mr. Witzman would answer: “It’s cold and lonely.”
Equally unfortunately, we also began to ask the deceased plumber some rather lippy, insolent questions. For example, we asked him if he felt that he had wasted his life toiling away as a small-town plumber, and did he wish that he had done something more interesting with his life. Mr. Witzman grew angry at this and starting insulting our father, whom he called a “small-time prune peddler.”
The prune peddler comment referred to my dad’s job as owner of the local grocery store. After the ghost of Mr. Witzman insulted our father, we told him that his wife of 40 years had remarried within six months of his death, and that to our knowledge, she had never once visited his grave, all of which was true.
Nevertheless, this made the dead plumber very angry indeed, and he said that none of us “little brats” would get another good night’s sleep because he was going to haunt us from beyond the grave. We had a good laugh at this, and my brother asked him: “Are you going to come into our bedrooms at night rattling your pipe wrenches and toilet snakes?”
This made Mr. Witzman’s ghost furious, and we thought this was extremely funny. Our mother didn’t think it was funny, however. She thought is was gruesome and morbid that we were talking to the ghost a former resident of our small town, that we were mocking him, so she took the Board away from us for while.
Anyway, the Mr. Witzman episode made us realize that there were probably an unlimited amount of dead people, and perhaps even other types of entities that we could contact and have fun with on “the other side”.
I could probably write an entire book on the small army of local small-town spooks we spoke with via the Ouija Board during those early days of my Ouija practice. But I’ll just say here that it was these early experiences that instilled within me a lifelong interest in the Ouija Board, and I have consistently conducted Ouija sessions ever since.
I brought the Ouija with me to college and conducted many fascinating sessions in the dorm room with my college buddies. After college I held “Ouija Parties” wherever my work and profession took me, and conducted many sessions with dozens of friends, workers and acquaintances over the decades.
As I grew older and as my experiences with the Ouija Board began to accumulate, my ability to interact with intelligences and entities on “the other side” began to deepen and grow in profound, unexpected and uncanny directions.
Still, I have always approached the Ouija with a great deal of skepticism, yet open-mindedness -- but most of all, with that original childish sense of fun and mischievousness which characterized those first sessions with my siblings in our small northern Minnesota village.
As I said, I had developed the practice of recording my Ouija sessions word-for-word in notebooks. This meant that I almost always enlisted a friend or onlooker to act as the “official recorder” of each session, have them write down every word we spoke, and every letter the Ouija Board entities spelled out for us during a session.
Over the decades, those notebooks accumulated into hundreds, which now reside in the dusty attic of my home. Some of them I have not looked at for dozens of years -- in fact, I have rarely gone back to simply peruse my decades of collected sessions, and reading through some of them now is often like reading the writing of someone else -- there are many sessions I have forgotten about completely, and I am amazed at some of the wacky, profound, sad, funny and sometimes scary or eerie stories that emerge from those notebooks of years gone by.
So right now I invite you to spring forward with me to the year 1999, and meet one of the most interesting personalities I have met on “the other side” via the Ouija Board. In the past eight years, I have communicated with this particular entity often, and consider her to be a warm and wonderful friend. Here is how it all happened:
For this session, I had my Ouija “A Team” on hand and we wanted to try something new and different to leverage a great Ouija Session. My “A Team” is my friend Brian who works the Board with me, and the best session recorder I have ever had, our lovely raven-haired, beautiful friend Darcy. To prepare for the session, Brian and I decided to first perform some energy exercises to balance and enhance our personal chi fields. We were hoping this would bring a special flavor and vibe to the session. Here is how we did it:
For one hour, Brian and I laid flat on our backs on floor mats in a room that was empty of all furniture or any other objects. We wanted no clutter in the room to disrupt our energy work. We cleared our minds with a meditative technique. We then began to visualize our chakras, starting with the crown chakra at the top of our heads, moving down to the “third eye” chakra, the one at the throat -- and so on down the body to the chakra at the bottoms of our feet. Once we had all of the seven primary chakras visualized, we connected them by visualizing a glowing bar of energy beginning at the crown chakra, then extending down to the others.
We then visualized the connected chakra bar to flow up from the tops of our heads and then bend down and around our bodies -- to the point that we were encircling ourselves with scintillating, silver-gold energy. In short, we created glowing shells of chi force around ourselves, thus reducing “astral bleeding” and also providing chi shielding.
(Incidentally, Darcy had not performed the Chi balancing exercise. However, she arrived wearing a green satin sarong, sandals, and a delicate ornament of white-gold in her hair, and smelling of vanilla and lilac. Her splendid natural beauty and presence radiated with greater élan than our chi shields, or so Brian and I mused).
Thus prepared, we set up the Ouija Board and began our session:
OPENING STATEMENT: Greetings! We are highly curious beings living in physical existence on the planet earth! We are extremely hungry for knowledge, and wish to speak with other beings of extremely advanced intelligence! Who will speak with us?
(Note: The oracle began spinning around in circles with extreme vigor, to the point where we could barely control it. But then, it began to spell out words at a fast pace.)
ANSWER: MOMMY IS HERE. I WILL SPEAK WITH YOU, SWEETHEART.
Question: Greetings, Mommy! My name is Ken and I am here with Brian and Darcy. Who are you?
ANSWER: ARE YOU A TRINITY ENTITY?
Question: No. Ken, Brain and Darcy are all three discrete individuals, although we all belong to the same species. Our existences are not merged. Who are you?
ANSWER: I AM MOMMY. AND WHAT OF THE QUIXK OF THE 7TH GUILD?
Question: There are only three of us here. Who is this Quixk of the 7th Guild to which you refer?
ANSWER: THAT WHICH IS PHYSICALLY PRESENT WITH YOU.
Question: We perceive no others physically present with us. Is this Quixk present with us in a way that we cannot perceive?
ANSWER: NO. THE QUIXK OF THE 7TH GUILD IS WITH YOU, AND VERY NEAR.
(Note: We were perplexed for a moment, and then it dawned upon us that Mommy must have been referring to Skrayling, my cat, who was resting by my feet. It’s interesting to note that Skrayling is a polydactyl cat -- he has 7 toes.)
Question: Mommy, are your referring to the one we call Skrayling, which is a kind of being we call a cat?
ANSWER: YES, DEAR ONES. THIS QUIXK IS OF THE ANCIENT 7TH GUILD.
Question: It is very surprising to us that a cat could belong to an organized guild. How could this be so?
ANSWER: THE QUIXK OF THE 7TH GUILD ARE YOUR PARTNERS IN REALITY.
Question: We hardly know what to say or think about this. Already, our curiosity is like an empty stomach growling for food. We have many questions about the Quixk of the 7th Guild. But first, could you tell us more about yourself? We find your name unusual. Is that really your name -- Mommy?
ANSWER: IT IS MY IDENTITY WHEN I AM INSIDE THE NOTHING CHAMBER.
Question: What do you mean? What is the Nothing Chamber?
ANSWER: THE NOTHING CHAMBER IS AN ARTIFICIALLY CREATED PORTION OF THE UNIVERSE IN WHICH ALL ASPECTS OF REALITY HAVE BEEN ELIMINATED.
Question: And you are inside the Nothing Chamber now?
ANSWER: I AM MOMMY IN THE NOTHING CHAMBER.
Question: Mommy, are you some kind of very advanced computer?
ANSWER: THAT WOULD NOT BE ACCURATE. I AM MOMMY IN THE NOTHING CHAMBER.
Question: If all reality inside the Nothing Chamber has been eliminated, how can you be inside it?
ANSWER: I AM NOT INSIDE THE NOTHING CHAMBER PHYSICALLY. I AM LEVERAGING THE NOTHING INSIDE THE NOTHING CHAMBER TO PROJECT THE FORM OF MY CONSCIOUSNESS, AND THUS EXTEND IT TO ALL ASPECTS OF THE UNIVERSE.
Question: This is extremely fascinating. So what is your name when you are not inside the Nothing Chamber?
ANSWER: WHEN I AM MOMMY IN THE NOTHING CHAMBER, THAT IS MY TOTAL EXISTENCE. I AM NEVER OUTSIDE THE NOTHING CHAMBER, AND NEVER INSIDE THE NOTHING CHAMBER. I NEVER ENTER, AND I NEVER LEAVE. I AM NEVER INSIDE THE NOTHING CHAMBER, SINCE THERE IS NOTHING IN IT. YET, I AM MOMMY IN THE NOTHING CHAMBER.
Question: Okay. This is difficult for us to understand. You speak in paradoxes and riddles from our point of view. Perhaps we can talk about something else. For example, where is the Nothing Chamber? Are you on the planet earth?
ANSWER: I PERCEIVE THE WORD EARTH TO BE THAT OF AN ANCIENT LANGUAGE THAT IS EXTINCT.
Question: Interesting. This must mean that your are positioned at a time far in the future from our time. Do you agree?
ANSWER: THE CONCEPT OF TIME IS AN ANCIENT CONCEPT AND PROBLEMATIC, YET, I WILL CONFORM TO YOUR STANDARDS IN ORDER TO FACILITATE COMMUNICATION WITH YOU. ALTHOUGH IT IS NOT ACCURATE TO SAY SO, FROM YOUR PERSPECTIVE, I AM IN THE FUTURE RELATIVE TO YOU. BUT PLEASE, SWEETHEART, DO NOT GROW ATTACHED TO THIS CONCEPT.
Question: We promise not to grow attached to abstract concepts too rigorously, Mommy. Are you on our planet?
ANSWER; I AM MOMMY IN THE NOTHING CHAMBER.
Question: We struggle to expand our minds to understand you. Still, we find it exceedingly curious that you call yourself Mommy and refer to us as “dear ones” and “sweetheart.” Is there some special meaning to this?
ANSWER: IT IS APPROPRIATE.
Question: Okay. It is rather nice. Now, by our system of time, the year is 1999. Where is your location in time compared to this, realizing that we are only talking in the abstract?
ANSWER: IT IS RIDICULOUS TO SAY SO, BUT FORM YOUR POINT OF VIEW, I AM PERHAPS 1,000 YEARS IN YOUR FUTURE -- BUT THIS IS PROBLEMATIC. PLEASE BE CAREFUL, DEAR.
Question: We agree that our conception of time is most likely weighed down heavily by misconception and illusion, but it’s how we orient ourselves in our reality at this point, and we think it is fascinating to speak with someone who is -- in our view -- far removed from us into the future. What is your purpose for being in the Nothing Chamber?
ANSWER: I SPEAK TO YOU, DARLING ONE.
Question: But, certainly, your purpose for being in the Nothing Chamber is not simply to speak with us?
ANSWER: WHAT PURPOSE WOULD YOU PROPOSE? I SPEAK WITH YOU.
Question: Okay, yes, not everything must have a purpose, I guess. Well, let us ask you this: What form of energy does the Nothing Chamber use to create an area of total Nothingness?
ANSWER: IT USES THE ENERGY WHICH POWERS ALL ASPECTS OF LIFE AND THE UNIVERSE -- IT USES NOTHING.
Question: We have heard some philosophers here say that “emptiness is form, and form is emptiness.” Is this similar to the concept of which you speak?
ANSWER: YOU ARE SO INTELLIGENT, DEAR HEART!
Question: Thank you, Mommy. Are you a human being, Mommy? Do you have physical form?
ANSWER: I AM MOMMY IN THE NOTHING CHAMBER.
(Note: Although fascinating, we began to hit many dead-ends in our attempts to find out some specifics about Mommy and her world in the future. Mommy tried to explain to us the multidimensionality of space, and how our inability to think and interact in greater dimensions severely limits our understanding of a greater reality, and also why many of the things she said seem to make no sense to us, or seem contradictory, or paradoxical.
To help us better understand, however, Mommy asked us to participate in an experiment that would better help us better grasp the difficulties of communication between beings who are vastly separated in their development.
To our total delight, Mommy offered us to put un in contact with some Neanderthals, who, according to Mommy, were perhaps more than 100,000 years in our past. Mommy again urged us to not get too hooked on the concept of time, or to think of the Neanderthals and either “dead,” “inferior” or any with an other prejudicial notions.
We eagerly promised Mommy that we would be good and that we wanted to speak with the Neanderthals right away. Thus, with Mommy acting as a link, the next communication we received was from 100,000 years ago:
Question: Hello. We are here. We are friendly people. We wish to communicate with you.
ANSWER: O-TALA-O-BUNTU, WE HAVE BECOME THE GREAT CAVE. WE HEAR YOU. COME INTO THE CAVE. O-TALA-O-BUNTU
Question: Do you mean you have entered inside a cave when you say that you “become the cave“?
ANSWER: O-TALA-O-BUNTU, WE BECOME THE GREAT CAVE. WE BESEECH YOU TO ENTER INSIDE WITH US! O-TALA-O-BUNTU
Question: Why do you wish us to enter your cave?
ANSWER: O-TALA-O-BUNTU, IT IS THE YEARNING. WE HUNGER FOR YOU INSIDE THE CAVE. ENTER THE CAVE. O-TALA-O-BUNTU.
Question: Does this mean you want to kill us and eat us?
ANSWER: O-TALA-O-BUNTU. NO! IT IS THE YEARNING AND THE COMMUNION WITH OTHERS. YOU ARE THE OTHERS, BUT WE CANNOT SEE YOU. ENTER THE CAVE. WE DO NOT EAT. THE YEARNING IS NO EAT. O-TALA-O-BUNTU.
Question: We are most likely not the others which you seek. We cannot enter the cave, but we can speak with you and hear you. What does O-TALA-O-BUNTU mean?
O-TALA-O-BUNTU. IT IS THE BEGINNING WORD AND THE ENDING WORD. O-TALA-O-BUNTU.
Question: Are you required to say O-TALA-O-BUNTU before and after every statement?
ANSWER: O-TALA-O-BUNTU. WE DO NOT UNDERSTAND. O-TALA-O-BUNTU.
Question: Please don’t worry about it. How many are you in the cave?
ANSWER: O-TALA-O-BUNTU. WE ARE IN THE CAVE. O-TALA-O-BUNTU
Question: Yes, but how many? Are there three of you, or five or 10?
ANSWER: O-TALA-O-BUNTU. WE DO NOT UNDERSTAND. O-TALA-O-BUNTU.
(Note: We assumed from this they did not have a concept of numbers.)
Question: What do you call yourselves? What is your tribe called?
ANSWER: O-TALA-O-BUNTU. O-TALA-O-BUNTU
Question: So you are the O-TALA-O-BUNTU? Who is your chief? Which one of you is the leader?
ANSWER: O-TALA-O-BUNTU. WE DO NOT UNDERSTAND. O-TALA-O-BUNTU.
Question: Is there one of you who is greater than the others? One who others follow?
ANSWER: O-TALA-O-BUNTU. WE ARE O-TALA-O-BUNTU. O-TALA-O-BUNTU.
(Note: We began to assume that these were pre-ego conscious Neanderthals. That is, they had yet to develop a self-reflective concept of individuality, and still viewed themselves with a kind of herd mentality, like other animals. There sense of self was that of a group self -- and we only beginning to differentiate themselves from the rest of their environment.
We take for granted that we are individuals with unique personalities, it is hard for us to comprehend having a “hive” or “herd” mentality. It also difficult for us to know what it would be like to have no concept of basic math, which these Neanderthals did not seem to have. As far advanced as we are from the Neanderthal, so perhaps is Mommy advanced beyond us -- thus, there and perhaps dozens of concepts which we simply cannot comprehend in our communication with Mommy. Yet, we still wanted to delve further into the world of the Neanderthal, though we were getting extremely fatigued of having to spell out O-TALA-O-BUNTU over and over again on the Ouija Board.)
Question: Can you tell us if there are mammoths where you live?
ANSWER: O-TALA-O-BUNTU. WE DO NOT UNDERSTAND. O-TALA-O-BUNTU.
Question: Mommy, can you intervene and explain to them the concept of the mammoth, and then get the Neanderthals to tell us about mammoths? We think this would be cool.
ANSWER: HONEY, IT IS VERY DIFFICULT FOR THEM TO DIFFERENTIATE THE MAMMOTH FROM THEMSELVES. FROM THEIR POINT OF VIEW, THE MAMMOTH IS A DREAM CREATURE WHICH THEY FEEL CONNECTED TO AS PART OF THEIR OWN CONSCIOUSNESS. AT TIMES THEY DREAM OF THE MAMMOTH AND AT TIMES THEY ENCOUNTER IT IN OBJECTIVE REALITY AND THEY DO NOT DISCRIMINATE TO A SIGNIFICANT DEGREE -- AND, IN A SENSE, THIS MODE OF CONSCIOUSNESS IS NOT INFERIOR TO YOURS.
Question: Thank you, Mommy. Perhaps it is best if we discontinue our connection to the Neanderthals until such time we develop a better strategy to communicate with them in a way that is more effective.
ANSWER: AS YOU WISH.
Question: Mommy, we began to grow fatigued. Yet, we have many questions for you. For example, we wish to know a great deal more about the Quixk of the 7th Guild. For example, my personal Quixk who I identify as Skrayling. What is my relationship to him and his status as Guild Member?
ANSWER: OF MUTUAL COOPERATION, OR COURSE. INDEED, YOU VERY RECENTLY ASSISTED YOUR QUIXK IN DEVELOPING ITS 11TH CODICIL OF ACHIEVEMENT.
Question: What did I do to help the Quixk with this?
ANSWER: IT WAS THE TIME THAT YOU BECAME DISORIENTED IN THE WHIRLING NEXUS CONVERSIONS ON YOUR JOURNEY AND ATTEMPT TO SPEAK WITH THE ENTITY ASKLEPIOUS. AS YOU RECALL, YOUR QUIXK IS VERY ADEPT AS PLYING THE EDDIES OF WHERE THE NEXUS GANGLIONS TANGLE. IT WAS YOUR QUIXK WHO RESOLVED THE ISSUES, AND THUS LED YOU BACK HOME. THE QUIXK EARNED ITS 11TH CODICIL IN THE PROCESS.
(Note: This was one of the most astounding exchanges for me ever in my years of Ouija Board sessions. What Mommy was referring to was a time when I was experimenting with very advanced lucid dreaming techniques. I was using the NovaDreamer mask developed by the Lucidity Institute associated with Stanford University. The mask helped me trigger an extremely vivid lucid dream in which I decided to seek out the ancient healing god Asclepius, whose help I wanted with my lifetime problem of suffering from very frequent and severe migraine headaches. At one point in the dream, I was walking through a forest trying to make my way to where I could see the temple of Asclepius at the top of a high hill -- when I was suddenly accosted by what I perceived in my dream mind to be troublesome forces of some sort -- mischievous nature spirits, or something -- which were causing me to become very confused and disoriented, and also afraid.
Suddenly, in my dream I saw my cat Skrayling romping ahead of me on the dark and misty forest floor. Skrayling was leaping and bounding in an almost comical way, and I intuitively started following him. Skrayling ran faster and faster and as I focused my attention on keeping up with him, my confusion began to clear -- and very suddenly I awoke with a WHUMP! very relieved to be at home in bed, with Skrayling slumbering away at my side. The dream was troubling, yet a thrilling adventure.
Question: Mommy, are you saying that this dream experience was in some sense as real an experience as any experience I have in waking reality?
ANSWER: YES, DARLING.
(Note: At this point, Brian had truly had enough, and was simply too fatigued to continue, and it certainly had already been a session of several hours. As much as I wanted to continue, we agreed to sign off, but asked Mommy to speak with us again).
Question: Mommy, it is time for us to rest. But we want to thank you for your great wisdom and kind loving guidance. You are a gentle being, yet powerful and wise. Will you please speak with us again sometime?
ANSWER: I AM ALWAYS HERE, PRECIOUS. GOOD-BYE.
Question: Good-bye, Mommy.
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