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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Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Sunday, September 6, 2009
The "Kax Demon" Ouija Board Session -- "Rotten Crib Babies!" and Jim Morrison of the Doors!"
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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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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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Friday, September 4, 2009
The IronGhost Ouija 3,000 Celebration
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).
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).
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Trandimensional Abortion!
KEN KORCZAK:
A number of years ago, we began communicating with an Ouija entity that calls itself "Vantu."
Vantu is the being who came through after we caled upon an Ouija entity who had excellent writing skills. Vantu was very eager to become a novelist. He happily argreed to dictate a book for us.
Unfortunately, Vantu was one hell of a crappy writer -- but we continued to channel his works over the years, when we felt like it. Interestingly, his writing seems to get better and better.
Over the past couple of weeks, Vantu has dicated a long short story for us. The title is "Transdimensional Abortion!"
It's the story about a young woman who wants to terminate her pregnancy, even though she finds doing so morally reprehensible. So, instead, a brilliant scienits removes the fetus from her womb by transporting it to the 11th Dimension -- where it will live on as a entity in that realm.
The story is about 7,500 words. Below, I am going to publish the first 1,000 words, and I will post the rest of it, chapter by chapter.
I would like to know what you all think of it. Please chime in with either yur severe criticism, or your compliments for Vantu.
Just remember -- the following piece of fiction is entirely Vantu's -- I had no idea what sentence he would come up with next, where this story was going, or how it would end.
At the very least, it is a coherent piece of fiction with a beginning, middle and end.
You'l notice some strange terms within the story -- Vantu is either making up words, or using language from his own dimension, or world, or whereever he exists.
I, of course, added punctuation, and made some other extremely minor changes -- hut this is 99% Vantu's work, and not mine.
So without further ado, here is the first 1,000 words of:
TRANSDIMENSIONAL ABORTION
BY
VANTU
Mattay sat weeping on the floor of her boyfriend's room in a dormitory of the Massachusetts Science Brotherhood of Technological Advancement.
A tumble of honey-blonde hair splaying luxuriously over her shoulders, Mattay buried her face in her hands; her shoulders shook to the rhythm of her sobs. Axain sat on his on bed looking down at her, stunned at her news. But he wasn't quite stunned. Not his mind, anyway. It was racing.
He was thinking about how easily moral principles crumble under the blunt hammer of reality. Raised within the Tardrik Essets -- which not only forbid abortion but unsanctioned Tardrik sex -- Axain had been horrified by the mere thought of abortion -- and he was still -- but now this slip of 17-year-old girl was here to tell him she was knocked up with his bio-child.
Axain fully expected to manufacture his own synthetic child some day -- but a bio-child gestating within the blood and guts of another human, and carrying his DNA. A shiver of revulsion rippled across his body.
Mattay did not want a bio-child either. She didn't even love Axain, a man-boy of 18 she had known only a few months. She had bright plans for herself in pan-dimensional engineering.
Also, Mattay had been reared in an orphanage by mercy of the Lustral Acete Sisters. Celibacy was more than a rule among the Sisterhood -- it was a command and demand. Mattay was still dependent upon them. They were paying her way through the Brotherhood TA as she began work toward her degree.
Indeed, it was her own illegitimate birth that had sabotaged the lives of her biological parents, whoever they were -- until they unloaded her on the Sisterhood, that is. After that, her bio-parents had vanished into the ether.
"We can't have a bio-baby, Axian" she cried. We can't!"
The word "abortion" hovered in the room like a specter, neither of them wanting to acknowledge it.
"You could birth the baby and we could give it to the Lustral Sisters," Axain offered meekly.
Mattay fleered. "Osballs! Then I'd become everything I've hated all my life! I'd be my bio-parents! I'd do what they did to me!"
Axain grew silent. He looked at Mattay as she buried her face in her hands again. She was pretty, definitely, Axain thought, but she was already getting fat, pregnant or not. He cursed himself for his shallowness, but there is was: the image of a red-faced, corpulent wife with a squalling bio-child, and he would have to put his own advanced learning on hold.
If he fathered a bio-child he would be required to:
A. Shave his head.
B. Devote five years to Acete meditation.
c. Adopt a daily diet of boiled groab leaves and liquid insect protein.
D. Detach his small toe for tossing of the oracle.
E. Compose the personal paean of return rectitude.
Five years of his young life, before he would be allowed to reenter mainstream society!
Then Axain thought about Dieten Nzzi, that brilliant advanced student from off planet whom he drank arak with sometimes. Dieten was barely three years older than him, but already well on his way to a Glory Cluster Cod Ice for klantarr physics. He was involved with wild and unsantioned experimentations.
"Mattay," Axain said, putting his hands on her shoulders, "for now, let's cram for our entropy exams, and then tomorrow afternoon we'll go talk to Dieten."
Mattay looked up, creases of perplexity playing across her forehead. "Dieten? What the hell has that militant pole thruster have to do with this? You know I don't like him. Nobody likes him, except you!"
"He's not a militant. He's a a pacifist, actually" Axian said absently. "But anyway, he was showing me something he's working on in his lab -- on the side, he says. It's experimental."
Mattay's eyes narrowed. "What?"
"Come on, 24 hours isn't going to make much difference in your bio-gestation process. Let's get through our entropy exam, and then we'll talk about it tomorrow. We'll talk to Dieten."
"How am I supposed to study!" Mattay said.
"It'll take your mind off it if you try hard enough. Come on, I think you're going to be interested in what Dieten has to say."
Mattay tried to protest and prodded Axain for more information, but he eventually convinced her to let him walk her back to her own room. He returned, cracked his tablets and force-focused his mind on the numbing intricacies of countering entropy with consciousness scaffolding.
********
"You're bio-baby will live," Dieten said, smiling. "It will gestate, be born and go on," he told a stunned and bewildered Mattay. "The fetus just won't do it from your womb. It will enter Dimension 11, and live the kind of existence that has meaning over there."
Mattay turned to Axain, who was pale. His eyes bore down on Dieten, who smiled. He was handsome as a Lord with a strong square jaw and thick eyebrows. Thick flaxen hair fell on his forehead. Dieten's tricky personality could be charming, haughty, charismatic or cold within a space of minutes. It was rumored that he was Olmert Eisensteinon's great, great nephew, a rumor most likely seeded by Dieten himself.
Despite Mattay and Axain's distress, Dieten was clearly enjoying himself. His eyes were bright, his body language engaged. It was difficult not to like him, in a wary sort of way.
"Tell Mattay about your experiments, Dieten," Axain pressed. "Maybe you can demonstrate how your dimensional teleporter works."
"It's not a teleporter!" Dieten shouted.
"Okay, okay! Axain said. "Just explain. Tell her, draggot! This isn't easy for us!"
Dieten softened and his face grew mild. "Of course. I'm sorry. You are my friends. I only want to help."
The three of them sat in a rare uncluttered corner of the lab, an area Dieten had all to himself. Everywhere was an impossible tangle of dazzling hardware, computation crystals, tubes, wires, shining metallic pipes that twisted in and out of exposed plasma boards, tanks of super-cooled gases, optic rivules, banks of consoles with enigmatic lights. Dieten sat among it all like a Goblynite comfortably in command of the Changk machinaries of horror.
CLICK HERE FOR MORE OUIJA-WRITTEN FICTION
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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Saturday, July 25, 2009
Quija Entity Helps Me Write Short Story
KEN KORCZAK:
Many years ago I thought: "Wouldn't it be cool if I could contact some kind of Ouija entity and have it write a book or novel for me?"
Wouldn't it be great the Ouija would write a best seller for me and I could retire!
So what I did was ask the Ouija board to put me in contact with an entity -- possibly a famous dead novelist -- who would agree to dicate a new book for us, letter by letter, word by word on the Ouija board.
The first being we contacted in this regard called itself "Vantu." Vantu was vague about just who or what he was, but he very much wanted to write a novel. So we said, "Knock yourself out Vantu! We are ready to take down your novel!"
So Vantu started writing. It took us about 2 hours of back-breaking work bent over the Ouija board to take down the first page. After this, we immediately saw some drawbacks to our plan:
A. Vantu's writing was shit! (Although it had potential).
B. We could see that dictating a whole novel by Ouija board might take months, or years!
However, with the help of my favorite Ouija entity MOMMY, I have been able to produce a number of very good short stories and novelettes.
One such long short story that MOMMY helped me write is called "The Icon."
You can find a copy to download here:
THE ICON -- OUIJA WRITTEN SHORT STORY
Note, this story is on Lulu, and you will have to cough up .99 cents to download it, but I think it's vastly underpriced because it's a terrific story.
MOMMY gave me the idea for the story and dicated much of it to me. I also wrote parts of it myself. It seemed to work best to let MOMMY write parts of it straight from Ouija dictation, and for me to fill in the other parts.
Between the two of us, I think we managed to write a rather good story. Check it out if you want to. I think it's an example of how the Ouija board can help us be more creative and produce works of art and fiction that we may otherwise not have had the creative talent to produce on our own.
Cheers, everybody!
Many years ago I thought: "Wouldn't it be cool if I could contact some kind of Ouija entity and have it write a book or novel for me?"
Wouldn't it be great the Ouija would write a best seller for me and I could retire!
So what I did was ask the Ouija board to put me in contact with an entity -- possibly a famous dead novelist -- who would agree to dicate a new book for us, letter by letter, word by word on the Ouija board.
The first being we contacted in this regard called itself "Vantu." Vantu was vague about just who or what he was, but he very much wanted to write a novel. So we said, "Knock yourself out Vantu! We are ready to take down your novel!"
So Vantu started writing. It took us about 2 hours of back-breaking work bent over the Ouija board to take down the first page. After this, we immediately saw some drawbacks to our plan:
A. Vantu's writing was shit! (Although it had potential).
B. We could see that dictating a whole novel by Ouija board might take months, or years!
However, with the help of my favorite Ouija entity MOMMY, I have been able to produce a number of very good short stories and novelettes.
One such long short story that MOMMY helped me write is called "The Icon."
You can find a copy to download here:
THE ICON -- OUIJA WRITTEN SHORT STORY
Note, this story is on Lulu, and you will have to cough up .99 cents to download it, but I think it's vastly underpriced because it's a terrific story.
MOMMY gave me the idea for the story and dicated much of it to me. I also wrote parts of it myself. It seemed to work best to let MOMMY write parts of it straight from Ouija dictation, and for me to fill in the other parts.
Between the two of us, I think we managed to write a rather good story. Check it out if you want to. I think it's an example of how the Ouija board can help us be more creative and produce works of art and fiction that we may otherwise not have had the creative talent to produce on our own.
Cheers, everybody!
Friday, July 24, 2009
Will The Ouija Open the Doors for Demons or Evil Spirits Who Will Step Through to Eat Your Soul?
KEN KORCZAK:
Here is a question I get just about every day. "Won't using the Ouija invite evil forces into your life, and mess you up?"
My answer is: No.
First of all, I have been using the Ouija nonstop for 42 years, and I have never been haunted or bothered by anything evil as a result. Some people say, "Well you must have some kind of special ability or protection."
I don't see what. I'm nothing special. I'm not a saint. I don't belong to any orgaized religion, although I have practiced Zen meditation for 28 years -- but Zen has nothing what-so-ever to do with religion.
The fact is, there is no evidence at all that using the Ouija has ever caused anyone any problems. It's true that some people have blamed the Ouija for problems they perceive they are having, but in all cases, you could just as easily point to something else that is disturbing them, such as mental illness, or other problems.
To accept the concept that "a demon" could get you means you would have to buy into the whole idea of what demons are, that they exist -- and most of the time these means from a Christian interpretation. We all know that the Bible says the Jesus cast out demons. Fine, but not everyone is a Christian and believes in Bible tales.
My wife is a Christian, and I have respect for Christian beliefs, but I don't subscribe to them myself. I don't believe in Satan, or his army of demons -- even though I was raised a Catholic and The Exorcist scared the hell (no pun intended) out of me when I saw it at age 12 -- including the Ouija board scene.
Also remember that in pre-Christian times the word "daemon" -- which is where the modern word "demon" spring from -- was a positive thing. Socrates felt it was a good thing to be in touch with your "inner Daemon".
So throughout history, demons have not always been forces for evil -- they were sometimes considered forces for good.
It's true that I have communicated with Ouija entities that have identified themselves as "demons" -- such as the demons Kax and Rantor Rantic. But I found both of these so-called demons to be laughably inept, and basically just a couple of powerless twits
But whatever the case, it is my opinion and belief, that the Ouija is totally safe, I would encourage absolutely anyone to try it, and no harm can come from it as a result -- period.
You have much more to fear from the workings of your own minds than you do of an Ouija board demon.
Here is a question I get just about every day. "Won't using the Ouija invite evil forces into your life, and mess you up?"
My answer is: No.
First of all, I have been using the Ouija nonstop for 42 years, and I have never been haunted or bothered by anything evil as a result. Some people say, "Well you must have some kind of special ability or protection."
I don't see what. I'm nothing special. I'm not a saint. I don't belong to any orgaized religion, although I have practiced Zen meditation for 28 years -- but Zen has nothing what-so-ever to do with religion.
The fact is, there is no evidence at all that using the Ouija has ever caused anyone any problems. It's true that some people have blamed the Ouija for problems they perceive they are having, but in all cases, you could just as easily point to something else that is disturbing them, such as mental illness, or other problems.
To accept the concept that "a demon" could get you means you would have to buy into the whole idea of what demons are, that they exist -- and most of the time these means from a Christian interpretation. We all know that the Bible says the Jesus cast out demons. Fine, but not everyone is a Christian and believes in Bible tales.
My wife is a Christian, and I have respect for Christian beliefs, but I don't subscribe to them myself. I don't believe in Satan, or his army of demons -- even though I was raised a Catholic and The Exorcist scared the hell (no pun intended) out of me when I saw it at age 12 -- including the Ouija board scene.
Also remember that in pre-Christian times the word "daemon" -- which is where the modern word "demon" spring from -- was a positive thing. Socrates felt it was a good thing to be in touch with your "inner Daemon".
So throughout history, demons have not always been forces for evil -- they were sometimes considered forces for good.
It's true that I have communicated with Ouija entities that have identified themselves as "demons" -- such as the demons Kax and Rantor Rantic. But I found both of these so-called demons to be laughably inept, and basically just a couple of powerless twits
But whatever the case, it is my opinion and belief, that the Ouija is totally safe, I would encourage absolutely anyone to try it, and no harm can come from it as a result -- period.
You have much more to fear from the workings of your own minds than you do of an Ouija board demon.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Answering Your Ouija Board Questions ...
KEN KORCZAK:
Hi everybody. I've been getting a lot of e-mail questions associated with this site and from sessions I have posted on other sites. I will periodically try to answer your questions on this blog -- if I can keep up!!!
You all can e-mail me a private message or question at halfcent99@yahoo.com, or just post your question on this site!
TODAY'S QUESTION FROM "PINKFOX"
I was wondering in your opinion what is the best way to get started in the Ouija board? I usually go to taro card readers and I get my incite that way, but I had a session one day about my sprite guards and I would like to know what you think would be the best way for me to maybe contact them. I'm thinking the Ouija board would be the best, but I don't know were to start.
KEN'S ANSWER:
There really is no special way to get started on the Ouija board -- just try it your own way, and see what happens. For many people, nothing ever happens when they try to use the Ouija board, and no matter how hard they try.
What that means is that the Ouija is probably not for you -- although you may be surprised that if you try it with a wide variety of different partners -- you may eventually find someone you really click with, and then the Ouija will work well for you.
But there is a whole candy store of things you can try to explore conscisouness. For example, I'm also a huge fan of lucid dreaming, which I have been practicing for many years. Also Zen meditation -- although Zen is something different entirely.
You can find an essay I wrote about Zen here:
KEN'S ZEN ESSAY
I have also worked extensively with a lot of other stuff, such as the Hemi-Sync tapes of the Monroe Institute.
Some say the Ouija works extremely well for me because I had a near-death experience when I was 10 years old -- I was almost killed in a hunting accident, and this may have opended some doorways for me -- but I don't think anyone needs to have an NDE to explore higher conscisouness. No one should ever do anything dangeruos.
I must confess, I have a somewhat dim view of tarot cards -- especially if you are getting someone else to read "for you." I would be okay with Tarot if a person used it for a self-reflective kind of exercise. The symbols of the tarot might be useful is opening up your mind.
As for your desire to contact your spirit guides, you could try so many things. For example, why not try to contact them in your sleep tonight while you dream? Before you go to bed, tell yourself: "Tonight I will dream that I am talking with my spirit guide!"
Be ready with pen and paper by your bed so that when you wake up, you can write down what you dreamed!!
Thanks for your question, and wishing you total positive energy -- Ken.
I BLOG; THEREFORE, I AM
Hi everybody. I've been getting a lot of e-mail questions associated with this site and from sessions I have posted on other sites. I will periodically try to answer your questions on this blog -- if I can keep up!!!
You all can e-mail me a private message or question at halfcent99@yahoo.com, or just post your question on this site!
TODAY'S QUESTION FROM "PINKFOX"
I was wondering in your opinion what is the best way to get started in the Ouija board? I usually go to taro card readers and I get my incite that way, but I had a session one day about my sprite guards and I would like to know what you think would be the best way for me to maybe contact them. I'm thinking the Ouija board would be the best, but I don't know were to start.
KEN'S ANSWER:
There really is no special way to get started on the Ouija board -- just try it your own way, and see what happens. For many people, nothing ever happens when they try to use the Ouija board, and no matter how hard they try.
What that means is that the Ouija is probably not for you -- although you may be surprised that if you try it with a wide variety of different partners -- you may eventually find someone you really click with, and then the Ouija will work well for you.
But there is a whole candy store of things you can try to explore conscisouness. For example, I'm also a huge fan of lucid dreaming, which I have been practicing for many years. Also Zen meditation -- although Zen is something different entirely.
You can find an essay I wrote about Zen here:
KEN'S ZEN ESSAY
I have also worked extensively with a lot of other stuff, such as the Hemi-Sync tapes of the Monroe Institute.
Some say the Ouija works extremely well for me because I had a near-death experience when I was 10 years old -- I was almost killed in a hunting accident, and this may have opended some doorways for me -- but I don't think anyone needs to have an NDE to explore higher conscisouness. No one should ever do anything dangeruos.
I must confess, I have a somewhat dim view of tarot cards -- especially if you are getting someone else to read "for you." I would be okay with Tarot if a person used it for a self-reflective kind of exercise. The symbols of the tarot might be useful is opening up your mind.
As for your desire to contact your spirit guides, you could try so many things. For example, why not try to contact them in your sleep tonight while you dream? Before you go to bed, tell yourself: "Tonight I will dream that I am talking with my spirit guide!"
Be ready with pen and paper by your bed so that when you wake up, you can write down what you dreamed!!
Thanks for your question, and wishing you total positive energy -- Ken.
I BLOG; THEREFORE, I AM
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