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Ouija: The Wizard Session. I do Ouija with a "real" Wizard!

2010-01-19T08:13:00.000-08:00

I recently conducted an amazing Ouija board session with an unusual partner -- a wizard from an alternate dimension -- but there was an unexpected outcome from the session that left me bewildered. Here is how all this came about:

Over the past two decades I have experimented extensively with Hemi-Sync technology developed by consciousness researchers at the Monroe Institute in Faber, Virginia. Hemi-Sync are CDs of recorded sound patterns which contain binaural beats, which supposedly can synchronize your brain wave patterns when you listen to them, thus dramatically enhancing your mental abilities, especially to function in altered states of consciousness.

Hemi-Sync has been shown in independent, replicated and double-blind studies to be an effective partial substitute for the drug fentanyl during surgery.

A few nights ago I was attempting to program an extremely vivid lucid dream, and so I went to bed listening to a Hemi-Sync CD. I had the CD player set on repeat because I wanted to keep the binaural beats going throughout my sleep process.

After about an hour, I still was not asleep, but suddenly felt myself grow numb, and then I began to feel surges of electrical shivers pulsate throughout my body. Still very much awake, I began to experience myself floating away from my body in some sort of second body; I suppose some would call it an astral body.

It's the dead of winter here in northern Minnesota with almost two feet of snow on the ground, and it was 15-below-zero outside, so I was amazed that after I floated straight through the glass of the window I found myself outside on a warm, balmy evening in a summer green world. I was in a thickly forested region of giant pines, with magnificent craggy mountain peaks in the far distance.

Just as Dorothy said, "I don't think we're in Kansas anymore," I said to myself: "I'm not in Minnesota anymore!"

Delighted, and floating about 20 feet above the ground, I began moving through the mysterious forest. Interestingly, the sun was a ruddy, chemical red color, as if I was on a world that orbited a red giant star, such as Betelgeuse. The crimson light made the green shadows of the forest look deep purple, and the foliage green-black. I could hear curious chiming sounds, which I soon discovered to be made by the occasional school of silver orbs that were also floating around, sometimes bumping into each other to create shimmery sweet metallic notes. The orbs were about the size of softballs. I could also hear the exotic calls of shrieking birds and the grumpy organ bleats of frogs or reptiles. A redolent odor of pine sap and greenery was thick in a moist atmosphere.

Presently, I floated into a clearing and came upon an ancient looking three-story structure made of roughhewn stone intersticed with blackened timber. On the second story was a large window with no glass, and inside hunched over a large wooden table I saw the backside of a cloaked and hooded figure. It looked to be a monk or wizard studying a massive yellowed text. A single white orb floated above him casting soft light on his reading.

I intended to pass by without disturbing him, but as I floated he turned quickly, seeming to feel my presence with psychic eyes in the back of his head. As soon as he spotted me, I lost command of my movement, and was pulled toward the abode of the wizard -- it was as if he was drawing me in -- for what purpose, good or bad, I did not have a strong feeling about. I decided to remain calm and speak with the wizard, if that's what he was, to see if I could learn anything interesting.

Inside his study, now, I began an extensive conversation with the wizard, whom identified himself as Garton Iowa-Tarowa. I immediately found this name suspicious and attributed it to being possibly a creation of my own dreaming mind, although I did not feel that I was in a normal lucid dream state. Garton Iowa-Tarowa could looked to be anything from 50 to 100 years old. He had a blocky head and face that looked like it had been carved from a chunk of rock with a dull ax. He had small piercing eyes that were black as oil.

I won't go into great detail about what we spoke about, but the gist of it was that Garton Iowa-Tarowa assumed that I was a "communication sprite" which he had summoned so that he could contact some sort of entity in some other world or dimension.

I told Mr. Iowa-Tarowa that I was not a sprite, but a human being, and that I had come here through the use of Hemi-Sync guided dream meditation, and that my presence here was purely incidental. But Mr. Iowa-Tarowa said he was not interested in the nature of my being, and was only convinced that I could somehow help make the long-distance call he needed to make.

Going with this, I told Garton Iowa-Tarowa that, as it happens, I did have considerable expertise with trans-dimensional communication using a device called an Ouija board, and that I would be willing to conduct an Ouija session for him so that he could possibly make contact with the entity he wanted to reach.

Fortunately, in this altered dream state, or whatever kind of imagination-driven state of consciousness I was suspended within, I was able to materialize an Ouija board and a planchette simply by thinking about it. Garton Iowa-Tarowa was pleased. Looking at the Ouija, he and asked me to explain how it worked, and to explain the strange symbols embossed across the board. I told him that this was the alphabet, which is a symbolic form of my native language, English. I then instructed him on how together we would work the Ouija. He was eager to give it a whirl.

We sat down with the Ouija board between us and I instructed him to place his finger tips lightly on the planchette, and this was the first time I noticed that Garton Iowa-Tarowa had only two slippery-looking fingers on each hand, and those fingers looked a lot more like small tentacles than human digits. His "fingers" protruded out from the billowy sleeves of his robes like two little snakes poking their heads out from under a blanket.

Fascinated by the light touch and flexibility of his snake-like fingers on the planchette, I told him to start asking his questions, and that I would interpret the "symbols" and tell him what message was transmitted by the Ouija.

And so the session begin, with Garton Iowa-Tarowa feeding me the questions:

Question: We are seeking communication with the Third Bental, level 12 of the Verdantic Mystery.

(The planchette began to move swiftly under my fingers and his tentacles.)

ANSWER: IOWA-TAROWA, CURSED IS YOUR NAME, WHY HAVE YOU NOT SLUICED THE VATS OF YOUR VOMITORIUM?

Question: I fail to see how this concerns you. Come to bare and provide me with the information I seek!

ANSWER: DAMN YOU TAROWA, WHAT MANNER OF BEING HAVE YOU THRALLED TO FACILITATE THIS COMMUNICATION? IT STINKS OF XCHAT!

Question: The being calls itself a human being from earth, but this hardly matters since you are clearly stalling. Tell me of the larchant movements in the agreed upon cycle. I must know the grade and the trend of the slope.

(Note: None of this made sense to me, but I was simply acting as interpreter, so I didn't care. At the same time, I was wondering what the Third Bental meant when he said that I stunk of Xchat. Should I have been insulted?)

ANSWER: THE SLOPE BARES AT 23 TO THE ECLIPTIC. THE TREND IS TO 27. BUT YOUR COMMUNICATION SPRITE IS UNTRUSTWORTHY.

(Note: At this, Garton Iowa-Tarowa peered at me without undo suspicion, so I assumed he felt that I was trustworthy enough to be helping him out here.)

Question: It tells me that you report 23 to the ecliptic with a slope trending to 27. Is that not objective information, whether it comes through the communication sprite, or not?

(Note: I was back to being referred to as a "sprite" again.)

ANSWER: THE COMMUNICATION SPRITE IS DELUSIONAL! ASK IT ABOUT VESTA!

(Note: Iowa-Tarowa eyes narrowed this time as he looked at me this time. He said, "Well, what about this Vesta?"

I was now thoroughly confused about where this bizarre conversation was going. The Vesta they wanted to know about is an elderly woman -- Vesta Johnson -- who works in a grocery store in a small town near where I live here in Minnesota. I do my shopping there sometimes. Over the years, I had struck a friendship with Vesta, whose only job was to straighten and dust shelves in the store. I always felt slightly sorry for her because none of her coworkers ever seemed to pay attention to her or interact with her, and so I made an effort to stop and chat with her from time to time. I assumed she was an elderly person benefitting from some kind of work program for senior citizens.

The only thing Vesta Johnson and I ever talked about were her cats. She kept eight of them, and every other week, they seemed to need some kind of dire veterinary care, or one of them got in a fight with a raccoon, or one died, and then another stray showed up for her to take in, and so on. I am also a cat owner and cat lover, so I was able to relate to her on this subject. Vesta really seemed to enjoy our light chit-chat about cats, and so did I. I had been discussing cats with old Vesta Johnson in the grocery store for about 12 years, or so.

I explained all this to the wizard Garton Iowa Tarowa. Although he didn't understand a thing about concepts like "grocery stores" and did not know what a cat was, I think he got the basic idea that Vesta Johnson was merely an acquaintance of mine. And so we turned back to the Ouija board.

Question: Vesta is merely a fellow being of his kind. How is this relevant to his level of trust?

ANSWER: VESTA JOHNSON DOES NOT EXIST! THE SPRITE IS MAD!

(Note: Again, this sounded crazy to me. What did the Third Bental mean by saying that Vesta Johnson did not exist? I decided that I didn't really care because a lot of crazy thing happen in the lucid dream state, or when you are exploring altered states of consciousness.

The Ouija session went on for what seemed like a long time, and most of it made little sense to me. Garton Iowa-Tarowa and the Third Bental seemed to be discussing details that were a combination of economics reports, weather reports and astrological charts. I translated all messages dutifully for the wizard over the Ouija -- I could not finish the session because I suddenly felt the solid reality of the place began to waver -- my physical body back in Minnesota was waking up, or coming back to normal consciousness.

Sure enough, with a rude "SNAP!" I found myself suddenly in back home in bed -- but very thrilled on the exotic adventure I had experienced with the help of Hemi-Sync and perhaps a bit of lucid dreaming consciousness mixed in.

I got up immediately to write down the details of the events, and recorded as carefully as I could remember the transcript of my Ouija session with the wizard. Then I went to bed and went back to sleep.

The next day I drove into town, and as I was approaching the grocery story, I thought about the Third Bental's crazy assertion that Vesta Johnson did not exist. Walking into the grocery store, I was perhaps just a bit anxious. What if there really was no Vesta Johnson all along? Then to whom or with what had I been having a pleasant cat discussion with for more than a decade?

Sure enough, Vesta was not at work that day. Feeling really stupid, I asked the check out lady, Tilda, if Vesta was working today. Tilda gave me a puzzled look and said, "Who?" I felt just slightly light-headed, and thought it was best to immediately drop the subject. "Oh, never mind," I said.

I have not seen Vesta Johnson since. She's not listed in the phone book either. Damn! I guess maybe the Third Bental was right -- and after all these years! Driving back home from the grocery store, I couldn't help but wonder: Maybe Vesta Johnson was a ghost? ... or maybe just a figment of my imagination? Or something else? I just don't know. It makes me wonder.

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The "Kax Demon" Ouija Board Session -- "Rotten Crib Babies!" and Jim Morrison of the Doors!"

2009-09-06T09:54:00.000-07:00

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KEN KORCZAK:

In my experience, for what it is worth, there is almost certainly a 100% protection against evil forces on the Ouija Board, now matter how powerful they may be, and that protection is to have a sense of humor when confronting them.

Demons or evil spirits simply cannot stand to be laughed at, or mocked, or not taken seriously. I have had perhaps two dozen Ouija Board encounters with beings claiming to be "powerful demons" but they were pretty lame, in my view.

Here is an Ouija session conducted in the year 1978 with one of my college dorm-mates, and I’ll only use his nickname, which was Arlo.

First, some background to the session:

As it happens, we lived on the sixth floor of our dorm, our rooms were randomly assigned, and Arlo was put into room number 666. I was next door in 668. Arlo was into a lot of things. For example, he was obsessed with Jim Morrison of the Doors, who was already dead at the time. Even though this was the year 1978, Arlo was on the cutting edge of the music scene and listened to almost nothing else but Punk Rock, which had just barely emerged then. Of course, he listened to The Doors a lot, too.

Anyway, Arlo thought is was cool that he was assigned Room 666, which, of course, is the “Mark of the Beast.” He felt being assigned this room number was synchronistic because he had long been extremely interested in the topic of demonology. He was amazingly well-read and versed in demon lore --and he was also very up on angelology. Arlo was something of a genius, in my opinion. He was a frail, slender, pale young man with longish thin hair that was just very slightly tinged red. He was a shabby dresser.

We were from different parts of the state, but became good friends because we lived next door to each other, and had a lot in common. He was especially interested in my 10 years of experience of opening channels with the Ouija Board, partly because he had never had any luck with the board. He suggested we hold what he called an "Ouija Seance" in his room, and that we should see if we could contact some demons -- Arlo wanted to see if any of the demons knew anything about Jim Morrison. I don't know why he thought that Morrison should be hanging out with demons in the after life-- probably because Morrison was so disturbed in his regular life.

I agreed, but Arlo, the demon expert, insisted that we take some extremely stringent safeguards to protect ourselves from any demons we managed to contact. I considered this to be nonsense, but I went along with Arlo's plan.

(((( Incidentally, I had no fear of demons or anything similar because of something very strange that happened to me when I was 10 years old. Without going into details, I'll just briefly say that when I was 10, I was shot through the stomach with a hunting rifle on a bitter cold 15-below-zero day in northern Minnesota. As I lay bleeding to death on the frozen ground, I had an intense NDE-OBE of tremendous scope and variety -- that's all I'll say about it here, but suffice it to say it gave me what I needed to never be afraid of other-wordly entities. I have written about this experience elsewhere -- see my column here if you want to read more about it:
http://www.unexplained-mysteries.com/column.php?id=78514 ))))

Because Arlo and I had been raised in good Catholic families, we both had access to certain implements -- for example, Arlo had a bottle of some mega-powerful holy water. This holy water water was from the grotto spring of Lourdes in France, an extremely sacred sight for Catholics because it is said that the Virgin Mary appeared there -- you all can read up on Lourdes if you want to know more about it. Lourdes is also associated with the sightings of fairies.

Arlo's parents had been to France to visit the holy site and had brought back several bottles of water from Lourdes, and gave a bottle to Arlo as a gift. The water had also been blessed by an old and well-regarded Italian Catholic monk by the name of Brother Arcuri. I won't go into details as to why the Lourdes water had also been blessed by the saintly Brother Arcuri, but let's just say this this was some pretty powerful stuff!

It was like the plutonium of Holy Water!

Arlo suggested that we wipe down the Ouija Board with the Holy Water, and then also wash the oracle, or planchette as some call it, before we started our session. He also said that we should both take a sip of the Holy Water, and I agreed to this as well. Arlo used a white cloth which he had purified with the smoke of incense to wash the board and oracle. Arlo also purified his Room 666 with incense and holy water.

My contribution was also an extremely powerful article -- which delighted Arlo to no end. As it happens, I had in my possession a pair of candles made of beeswax that were tied into the form of a cross with palm fronds, and these palm fronds were originally from Jerusalem, and were also blessed. This cross of candles had been used during the Celebration of St. Blaise at my church back home -- during the Celebration of St. Blaise, everyone gets their throats blessed because St. Blaise is the saint who takes care of throat ailments. (If you are a Catholic, you know all this).

Here is how I happened to come into possession of this particular set of St. Blaise Candles: Most of the time, the Celebration of St. Blaise is held on Feb 3, but one year, Sunday happened to fall on the day before, Feb. 2 -- which is my birthday. So the Blessing of the Throat ceremony was held on my birthday that year, and I was acting as our priest’s assistant during the ceremony. When I told him that it happened to be my birthday, he made a gift of the candles to me, after they had been used to bless the throats of about 300 people.

When I told Arlo about this, he was not only pleased, but even more pleased to hear that my birthday was Feb.2. Most people today think of Feb. 2 as Ground Hog Day, but in the Christian tradition, Feb. 2 is "Candlemas" and also the day that the infant Jesus was presented in the Temple. Feb. 2 is also a major holiday for pagans -- they call it "Imbolc" which is "the day the light is reborn into the world." Imbolc literally means: "In the belly of the mother." Actually, the Christians swiped Imbolc from the pagans and changed it to Candlemas, but I digress.

As it happens, Arlo's birthday was Feb 3 -- one day after mine and St. Blaise Day. We thought this was another good sign, and yet another curious coincidence. However, we were in for an even bigger surprise, because the entity we contacted would tell us something that even more coincidental -- in fact, mind blowing, as you shall see.

So, anyway, Arlo had the super-powered-plutonium-grade holy water and I had my super-double-secret-and-extra-holy candles of St. Blaise, which had not only performed the blessing of hundreds of throats, but also synchronized with Arlo's birthday -- and furthermore, the candles had been consecrated not only with holy water, but also with some special kind of Catholic holy oil. We would use these candles to illuminate our Ouija Session.

In short -- we felt we were well prepared to confront the demon world on the Quija Board!

After about five days of preparations, we were ready. Another guy who lived on our floor caught wind of our impending session and begged to sit in as an observer. This was Stu, whom I have mentioned before. I told Stu he could be present, but that he would have to do something useful, such as act as the session recorder.

Arlo objected to Stu’s presence on the grounds that he had nothing to bring to the session similar to the holy icons that he and I had. I suggested Stu could partake of the Lourdes holy water, and we could consecrate him with incense. Stu refused this, however, on the grounds that he aspired to be a Rosicrusion, even though he was barely a neophyte of that order and was presently at work on only his third mandamus.

But I was sufficiently impressed that Stu was striving to climb the ladder of the Rosicrusion Order -- I reminded Arlo that the word Ouija is believed to come from the ancient Egyptian word which means "Good Luck" and that the Rosicrusions claims their order began in the mysticism of esoteric Egyptian knowledge. Thus, Stu was in.

Note: Even though Arlo and knew that contacting demons via the Ouija Board was forbidden by the Catholic Church, we did not care, since neither of us were practicing Catholics any more -- yet, we did not consider that our holy implements would be affected by this. We still had respect for the church and its deep traditions.

And so the big night finally began. The session would start at midnight in Room 666 -- present were Arlo, myself and Stu, our Rosicrucian recorder. The St. Blaise candles were lit .... and here is where things started to get slightly out of control, in my opinion.

We were set before the board, and Arlo prepared the holy water drink -- I was extremely dismayed to see that he had planned to drink more than holy water. In a small wine glass, Arlo poured about 2 ounces of Mogen David blackberry wine. Into the wine he poured in a small amount of the Lourdes holy water. So far, so good. But then, Arlo added about an ounce of Vick’s Formula 44 cough syrup -- and finally, he put in about a tablespoon of -- and I’m not making this up -- kerosene to the mixture. Then he drank it down in one gulp.

Arlo began to prepare the same cocktail for me, but I stopped him short. I told him that I sure as hell would not be drinking any kerosene tonight-- in fact, nor any night. I also refused the wine and Vick's Formula 44. I was a total nondrinker in those days. I asked only for a sip of the Lourdes holy water straight up, and Arlo was forced to comply. Stu, of course, refused even the holy water.

I finally opened the session:

Ken: Greetings to the vast Underworld! We seek contact with certain entities known in our world as demons. We command you to come forth and speak!

(The oracle immediately began spinning in circles but not spelling anything. So Arlo spoke next).

Arlo: Demons! Stop your dithering! Come forth, and beware! We command total power over you! You cannot refuse us!

(Presently, we started getting letters and words).

ANSWER: ROTTEN CRIB BABIES! WHY DO YOU SEEK?

Arlo: Our purposes are of no concern to you. We ask the questions. To whom to we speak?

ANSWER: THAT WHICH HAS NO NAME.

(Note: Arlo said demons never give their names willingly because anyone who knows a demon’s name commands total control over that demon.)

Arlo: Tell us your name, demon!

ANSWER: I DO NOT SERVE YOU, PATHETIC BUTTER MAKER!

(Note: Arlo seemed very much taken aback by being called a ‘butter maker.’ I would not learn why till later. Already Arlo was shaken, so I asked the next question).

Ken: Demon, why do you call my friend butter maker?

ANSWER: ASK HIM!

(Note: I refused to ask Arlo about this, although I wanted to, but I did not want to give the demon the upper hand by obeying any of its commands).

Ken: We ask the questions. You are obligated to answer. Tell us your name!

ANSWER: I HAVE NO NAME, CRIB BABY. YOU SUCK THE THUMB OF THE BUTTER MAKER!

Ken: Shut up and be compliant. It will not go well for you if you are not cooperative. We will not release you until you do. Will you comply?

ANSWER: PATHETIC CRIB BABIES WHO SUCK EACH OTHER’S THUMBS! YOUR FRIEND IS AFRAID!

(Note: Arlo and I both immediately looked at Stu, who indeed looked very nervous.)

Ken: Although we are indifferent, tell us why you call us crib babies who suck each other’s thumbs?

ANSWER: PATHETIC MOTHER’S BOYS. ASK YOUR WET NURSE!

(Arlo had recovered now, although he was a bit glassy-eyed from his holy water-kerosene cocktail. He spoke next).

Arlo: Demon, we will give you one more chance to tell us your name, or face the consequences!

ANSWER: VULGAR BRAT! SUCK YOUR THUMB!

Arlo: Demon, since you refuse to give us your name, I hereby will name you and hold you to the name I give you, and you will answer to it. I name you Kax!

(Note: After he said this, Arlo wrote the name “Kax” on a slip of paper with a calligraphy pen, then held it up to our holy St. Blaise candles and burned it).

Arlo: Kax, you will now attend to our questioning, and you will not dissemble!

ANSWER: I CAST A ROT UPON YOUR SOUL!

Arlo: Do your best, Kax! Now tell us, Kax, what do you know of the deceased soul of Jim Morrison?

ANSWER: HE ROTS IN HELL LIKE ALL DEAD HUMANS!

(I jumped in with the next question).

Ken: Kax, you will stop lying and stop speaking in generalities. Tell us specifically what you know about Jim Morrison.

ANSWER: WILL YOU RELEASE ME IF I ANSWER?

Ken: No. You will answer question according to our will, and for as long as we want. Tell us truthfully about your knowledge of Jim Morrison.

ANSWER: BAH! THE DEMENTED HUMAN LIVES YET, BUT HE WILL BE WITH US SOON ENOUGH.

(This really got Arlo’s attention.)

Arlo: Kax, are you telling us that Jim Morrison is not dead, and that he faked his death?

ANSWER: WILL YOU RELEASE ME IF I ANSWER?

Arlo: Kax, we tire of your insolence! I hereby fine you 10 credits! You are now indebted to me for 10 credits. I will remove one credit if you speak truthfully of Jim Morrison!

ANSWER: I HAVE TOLD YOU ALL I KNOW, BUTTER MAKER. MORRISON LIVES!

Arlo: Stop calling me butter maker! Where does Jim Morrison live? In what location?

ANSWER: TEXAS. I HAVE RETIRED MY CREDITS. RELEASE ME!

Arlo: Certainly you are delusional! I extract only a single credit. You owe us 9 credits!

ANSWER: YOUR FRIEND IS AFRAID. HIS THUMB GROWS PAINFUL!

(Note: Arlo and I were so focused on the board, we had almost forgotten about Stu, but we looked at him now, and indeed, he said that his thumb was now throbbing with pain. He showed us his thumb, and I was surprised to see that it looked very swollen. Stu was very nervous. I told him to get out, but he wanted to stay. I think he didn’t want to look like a wimp, although he probably wanted to leave).

Ken: Kax, you must think we are stupid. We are not. You are stupid. We don’t care about Stu's thumb, nor ours. I dare you to infect my thumb!

ANSWER: YOU SUCK YOUR FRIEND’S THUMB IN THE CRIB!

Ken: Kax, why do you keep saying we suck thumbs in the crib? Does this refer to anything significant, and we command you to answer truthfully. We will subtract an additional credit point toward your release.

ANSWER: ASK YOUR WET NURSE! RELEASE ME!

(At this point, Stu began to moan and groan and was holding his thumb. I told him to show it to me, and was amazed to see it seemed to be about twice it’s normal size. Arlo stared glassy-eyed at Stu’s thumb in the dim light cast by the St. Blaise candles. Then Arlosuddenly turned his head away and vomited. At this point, it seemed to me that both Stu and Arlo were in over their heads, and I decided to end the session).

Ken: Listen to me now, Kax. You are indebted to us to the count of 20 credits. I issue these additional points of bondage as punishment for your mischief. I now command you to go to sleep. You will sleep in a state of unconsciousness for one thousand years. At that point, your debt of 20 credits will be paid in full, and you may awaken. Your name will no longer be Kax. Furthermore, when you awaken, you will disperse your energy and serve only the power of love, and will never work mischief again!

I then took the bottle of Lourdes water and doused the candles with them. I poured more of the water onto the Ouija board and planchette, and then got up to switch on the lights.

Blinking in the harsh electric lights, Arlo looked extremely pale and sick -- after all, he had drank wine, cough syrup and kerosene. Stu got up and bolted out the door. Arlo plopped down in his bunk, and I went back to my room to make notes about the whole event.

The next morning, I checked in with Stu to see about his thumb. Stu said he went to the campus medical center, and the doctor told him his thumb had gotten infected -- that was because Stu had always been a compulsive nail biter. It seems that a hang nail on his thumb had become infected, probably from bacteria in his mouth. The doctor gave him some antibiotics, and his thumb was cured.

I considered the whole session to be interesting, although something of a disaster. I thought Arlo's obsession with Jim Morrison was a waste of effort -- Kax probably didn’t know Jim Morrison from Janice Joplin and probably only told us anything we wanted to hear. However, something extremely interesting was yet to be discovered. The next weekend, I went home to visit my family. I told my mother about my friend Arlo --whose real name I won’t give here.

My mother was extremely surprised to learn that Arlo was my next-door dorm mate. Mom went into the closet and got out an old black-n-white photo of two three-month-old babies sitting in a crib together. My mom said: “That’s you and Arlo. His family used to live next door to us. Arlo was born just a day after you were. His mother and I were pregnant at the same time, and we used to walk together on the railroad tracks when we feeling bloated or had sore backs. When Arlo’s mother and I got together for coffee, we would put you both in the same crib. They moved away when Arlo was about 8 or 9 months old. His dad was the butter maker at the creamery. It’s amazing that you two ended up being neighbors again almost 20 years later!”

I said: “Yes! That is amazing!”

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The IronGhost Ouija 3,000 Celebration

2009-09-04T18:44:00.000-07:00

KEN KORCZAK:

During the week, I have been conducting a series of very special Ouija sessions to coincide with my upcoming 3,000th post at the Unexplained-Mysteries Web site, where I am known as "IronGhost."

I decided to contact a number of my favorite Ouija entities to ask them to comment on my achievement of logging 3,000 posts over at Unexplained-Mysteries. So here are the results.

As always, all answers from Ouija board entities are in ALL-CAPS!

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Opening Question: We are seeking to communicate with Mommy in the Nothing Chamber. Mommy, are you in the Nothing Chamber, and will you speak with us?

ANSWER: MOMMY IS IN THE NOTHING CHAMBER, DARLING.

Question: Hello, Mommy! As always, our hearts are filled with joy to be communicating with you. How are things in the Nothing Chamber today?

ANSWER: THERE ARE NOW ‘HOW OF THINGS’ IN THE NOTHING CHAMBER, SWEETHEART.

Question: Ha! Ha! We know, Mommy. We just always like to ask. Mommy, the reason we are contacting you is to tell you that I have now almost reached 3,000 posts on the Unexplained-Mysteries Web site. Do you have any comments in this regard?

ANSWER: YOU LIKE TO COMMUNICATE WITH OTHER BEINGS, HONEY.

Question: Yes, that’s true. But what do you think about me posting 3,000 comments on Unexplained-Mysteries?

ANSWER: IT IS THE WAY OF YOUR KIND TO ATTACH IMPORTANCE TO ARBITRARY MEASURES, SUCH AS NUMBERS AND TIME.

Question: Yes, that’s true enough. Mommy, do you think I am wasting my time on Unexplained-Mysteries?

ANSWER: I WOULD NOT MAKE THAT VALUE JUDGEMENT, PRECIOUS.

Question: I see. Mommy, I have shared may of your comments with the other people who communicate via Unexplained-Mysteries, and many of them frankly do not believe you exist. What do you think about that?

ANSWER: IN THE NOTHING CHAMBER, NOTHING EXISTS.

Question: So, in a sense, this is a situation that has achieved a kind of ironic symmetry, wouldn’t you say? Some people believe you don’t exist, and in a real sense, your existence is based on nonexistence.

ANSWER: I WOULDN’T PUT IT QUITE THAT WAY, HONEY.

Question: How would you put it?

ANSWER: I AM MOMMY IN THE NOTHING CHAMBER.

Question: We were afraid you would say that. Do you have anything to say to my friends here at Unexplained-Mysteries?

ANSWER: I WOULD SAY TO THEM: AT TIMES YOU COMMUNICATE WITH IRONGHOST. AT OTHER TIMES, YOU DO NOT.

Question: Why make such an obvious statement?

ANSWER: IT’S GOOD TO PAY ATTENTION TO THE OBVIOUS.

Question: Why?

ANSWER: IT IS SELF EVIDENT TO THOSE WHO DO. THOSE WHO DON’T BECOME ENTANGLED.

Question: In what?

ANSWER: IN THE OBVIOUS THINGS THEY DON’T PAY ATTENTION TO.

Question: Okay. By the way, how did you know my user name is IronGhost on Unexplained-Mysteries? I don’t think I have ever told you that. Do you have psychic abilities, Mommy?

ANSWER: NO, HONEY.

Question: Then how did you know my user name was IronGhost?

ANSWER: INFORMATION IS AVAILABLE IN THE UNIVERSE.

Question: If there is nothing whatsoever in the Nothing Chamber, how can you access information? Isn’t information “something“?

ANSWER: THE INFORMATION HAS THE SAME STATE OF SOMETHINGNESS AS NOTHINGNESS.

Question: Marvelous! We find your answer a tad semantic, but we’ll accept it for now. Mommy, would you please give a message to all the user here at Unexplained-Mysteries?

ANSWER: YES. IT IS TRUE THAT NULLITY EQUALS NULLITY. HOWEVER, CONTEMPLATE THIS WITHOUT THE ASPECTS OF TRUE AND EQUALITY TO BETTER UNDERSTAND.

Question: Wow, that’s terrific, Mommy. I’m sure this statement will be of profound value and use to all my friend here at UM. Thank you, Mommy. We are now going to move along and speak with some of our other Ouija contacts.

ANSWER: GOOD-BYE, SWEETY.

Good-Bye, Mommy.

Question: We now seek to communicate with that entity which we have come to know as Kentu. Kentu, will you speak with us?

ANSWER: I WILL SPEAK WITH YOU.

Question: Hello, Kentu! How are you today?

ANSWER: DO NOT WASTE MY TIME WITH MEAINGLESS QUESTIONS.

Question: We beg your pardon, Kentu. Listen: the reason we are contact you is to tell you that I have now reached 3,000 posts at the Unexplained-Mysteries Web site. What are your comments?

ANSWER; WHAT IS UNEXPLAINED-MYSTERIES WEB SITE?

Question: Well, here on our planet, we have a variety of systems of communication. In this case, UM is a certain node among millions of other nodes that exist on a vast network of interconnected devices that we call computers. Each of these computers are connected to each other by a system of wires and fibers that transmit information using something we call electricity. The information sort of rides along this electricity. Electricity is a rather fundamental form of energy. The communication is encoded with the electrical current in some way, which I confess I don’t understand very well. But there is no need for you to get too caught up in all the details of this. Suffice it to say it is a method of communication, just as we are using an Ouija board to facilitate our communication with you. Do you under stand?

ANSWER: DOES THE OUIJA BOARD USE ELECTRICITY?

Question: No! Well, in a sense, there is an electrical component to the functioning of our physical bodies and our brains. But our bodies do not use electricity in the same that our planetary network of computer do. However, we do not want to dwell on this. What we really want to ask you is your opinion of my achievement of posting 3,000 communications on UM. What do you think?

ANSWER: YOU HAVE GIVEN 3,000 COMMUNICATIONS TO OTHERS USING YOUR ELECTRICAL NODE SYSTEM?

Question: Yes I have!

ANSWER: WHY?

Question: Human beings naturally like to share information with each other. I think it is significant that in this particular instance, I have communicated 3,000 times. What do you think?

ANSWER: IS THE NUMBER 3,000 SIGNIFICANT TO YOUR BELIEF SYSTEM?

Question: No. But it takes a long time for someone like me who is otherwise busy to make 3,000 messages on UM. I should also say that there are many other who communicate through the UM system who do not believe that you exist. What do you say to that?

ANSWER: YOU ARE AN EXTREMELY IGNORANT SPECIES.

Question: How can I convince the people who communicate via UM that you actually exist, and are not a facet of my own subconscious mind?

ANSWER: WHY DO YOU DESIRE THIS?

Question: Well, I don’t especially desire it. I just thought you might have an interesting angle on this subject. Again, I ask, what can I tell the people I communicate with on Unexplained-Mysteries that you have a real, objective existence in reality?

ANSWER: THEY DOUBT THEIR OWN EXISTENCE. UNTIL THEY ACCEPT THEIR OWN REALITY, THEY CANNOT ACCEPT MINE.

Question: Are you saying that the people that communicate on UM cannot decide if they are real or not? I think most of them would strongly disagree with that. I wager that most of them would say that you are crazy to suggest that they doubt their own existence. What do you think of that?

ANSWER: IT BEGINS WITH THEM, NOT WITH ME. IF THEY CANNOT ACCEPT MY EXISTENCE, THEN IT FOLLOWS THEY DO NOT ACCEPT THEIR OWN.

Question: Fine. Would you like to congratulate me on my 3,000th post?

ANSWER: NO.

Question: Well, then, good-bye, Kentu.

ANSWER: GOOD-BYE.

Question: We now seek communication with The Love Beings. Will you communicate with us?

ANSWER: LOVE! LOVE! LOVE! SWEET KENNETH! HOW WE LOVE YOU!

Question: And we love you as well, Love Beings. Please, Love Beings, will you please attempt to refrain from shimmering, as we have a few questions for you and we tire easily!

ANSWER: WE ARE SHIMMERING NOW WITH THE MAGNIFICENT JOY OF YOUR SPECIAL KIND OF LOVE, KENNETH. YOU ARE A LOVING BEING AND WE SHIMMER TO YOUR LOVE. WE SHIMMER, WE ARE SHIMMERING, WE ARE SHIMMERING ….!

Question: Nice. Well, Love Beings, the reason we are contacting you tonight is that this is a special occasion. I am celebrating my 3,000th communication with a group of very special friends, whom we communicate with via a type of network we have on our planet. There are hundreds and even thousands of other people that I can communicate with all at once with every message I place on the Unexplained-Mysteries site. Since many have read about you here at Unexplained-Mysteries, we thought you should know like to know that many have expressed their pleasure to me at having learned about you.

ANSWER: LOVE, LOVE, LOVE! SO MANY LOVING BEINGS! WE FEEL AND SHIMMER TO THE LOVING BEINGS OF UNEXPLAINED-MYSTERIES! EACH AND EVERYONE OF THEM IS A SPECIAL CREATION OF LOVE. THEY MANUFACTUR LOVE. THEY COME TOGETHER TO UNEXPLAINED-MYSTERIES TO INFINITLY EXPAND THEIR LOVE. WE … WE ….WE …SHIMMER, SHIMMER, SHIMMER….PLEASE, KENNETH, SHIMMER OUR LOVE AND RESONATE OUR LOVE TO YOUR BEAUTIFUL LOVING FRIENDS AT UNEXPLAINED-MYSTERIES! IT IS A MAGNIFCENT AND UNIQUE ACHIEVEMENT OF LOVE! TELL THEM WE LOVE THEM! TELL THEM! TELL THEM! THEY MUST KNOW OR LOVE, AND HOW HAPPY WE ARE FOR THEIR LOVE …

(Note: This just kept going on an on in this vain, so we finally just cut off the Love Beings).

Question: Thank you Love Beings. I know that the people of UM are appreciative of your ongoing devotion to the power of love!

ANSWER: WE ARE SHIMMERING, WE ARE SHIMMERING, WE ARE SHIMMERING …

Question: We now seek to communicate with the Master of the Ascended Throne. Are you still seated in your exalted position on the Throne, Ascended Master, and will you speak with us?

ANSWER: DAMNED FILTHY MAGGOT! YOUR VERY PRESENCE IS A RANCID PUS! I LOWER MYSELF TO IMPOSSIBLE DEPTHS ONLY AS MY LUSTRAL DUTY DICTATES!

Question: Hello Ascended Master. The reason we are contacting you is to tell you about my milestone of creating 3,000 messages on the Unexplained-Mysteries Web site. What do you think about that?

ANSWER: FILTH WALLOWING IN FILTH! THIS IS NOT A PROPER QUESTION. I HURL MY DISGUST AND CRUSH THE VERY IDEA OF YOU UNDER MY ****-STAINED SOLE!

Question: Ascended Master, why do you have such a low opinion of the people at UM, or any human being for that matter?

ANSWER: SCRAPE AN INFESTED PARASITE OUT OF YOUR ANAL TRACT AND PONDER IT TO GAIN A COMPARISON OF YOU TO ME. ASK ME A QUESTION!

Question: Are you still trying to work off you duty as Master of the Ascended Throne by answering questions from being from the lower orders, such as myself, and the people of UM?

ANSWER: ODOROUS DROOL FROM THE LOWEST INSECT, THIS IS NOT A PROPER QUESTION!

Question: Well, then, we will no longer distress you with our lowly presence. With that, we say farewell to the Master of the Ascended Throne!

ANSWER: WAIT! WAIT! ASK ME A QUESTION. OOZE A MALIGNANT THOUGHT FROM YOUR DISEASED BRAIN!

Question: Why should we ask you any questions when all you do is abuse is with insults?

ANSWER: IT IS A SUPREME HONOR FOR DUNG SUCH AS YOURSELVES THAT I EVEN ACKNOWLEDGE YOUR EXISTENCE. ASK ME A QUESTION!

Question: Okay, where were you born?

ANSWER: INSULTING PIG ! ONLY FILTH IS BORN. I EXIST!

Question: Well, that’s fine. Did you have a beginning?

ANSWER: YOUR IGNORANCE IS A HORRIBLE STENCH! ASK ME A QUESTION!

Question: We are out of questions for now. Thank you, Master of the Ascended Throne.

ANSWER: WAIT! WAIT! ASK ME A QUESTION!

(Note: We declined to as the Master another question, and moved along to our next communication. To be continued).

Trandimensional Abortion!

2009-07-30T10:36:00.000-07:00

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.

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Quija Entity Helps Me Write Short Story

2009-07-25T06:52:00.000-07:00

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!

Will The Ouija Open the Doors for Demons or Evil Spirits Who Will Step Through to Eat Your Soul?

2009-07-24T15:03:00.000-07:00

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.

Answering Your Ouija Board Questions ...

2009-07-22T08:36:00.000-07:00

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

An Ouija "spirit" Tried to Fake It's Own Death (We think)

2009-07-16T19:53:00.000-07:00

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.

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Death by Ouija Board: We Accidentally Kill Someone

2009-07-14T14:11:00.000-07:00

KEN KORCZAK:

Here is a 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 oracal 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.

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The Jesus Ouija Board and the Soul Trap

2009-07-08T10:26:00.000-07:00

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.

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Ouija Love Relationship Advice

2009-07-05T07:27:00.000-07:00

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.

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Ouija Demon Rantor Rantic - PART 3

2009-07-02T15:31:00.000-07:00

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.

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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.

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The Demon Rantor Rantic -- PART 2

2009-06-30T15:04:00.000-07:00

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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Contacting Demons by Ouija on a Dare

2009-06-28T13:24:00.000-07:00

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 ...

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Ouija Board Beginnings

2009-06-28T08:58:00.000-07:00

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.