Experiences with the Ouija BoardQUESTION: What are some experiences with the Ouija board?ANSWER:
It started in 1995. My ex-husband and I had just separated. Although I honestly didn't love the man, I felt such a feeling of disappointment for that failed marriage and more guilt than one human should face. I had also recently become involved with Tom, the man I would marry about 3 years later, and was already having problems with his mother not approving of or even tolerating me. I felt my life was totally out of control, and I wanted for once to be in control. Growing up with a controlling mother, then marrying a controlling man, by this time, at age 24, I felt angry I had never had any control over my life and was determined to take it back!
My friend Donna introduced me to a lady, Sandy, who read tarot cards
, and dabbled with the Ouija and witchcraft. Upon meeting her, she kept staring at me and said it was because she saw something in me, "the gift" as she called it. She handed me her cards and told me to read them. I read cards for the first time, and was amazingly accurate. I told her of something that happened with her late husband that no one knew anything about aside from her and her husband, which about blew her mind! That is how my interest in occult practices started. I was so excited to find I had a talent! Sandy and I became good friends.
Tom and I were constantly together with Donna, Glenn (Donna's husband), and Sandy, reading the tarot cards and working the Ouija board. I think my interest and Tom's both really piqued when one of our first evenings using it, we all sensed some spirit take over the board, and we were told it was Tom's recently deceased brother, Don. Don said something and Tom said, "I just knew that was Don…no one else would have said that!" From then on, we began contacting who we thought were our long deceased loved ones - my great grandmother, Don, Glenn's grandmother, Sandy's late husband. It felt so good to have these people back in our lives.Suddenly, one night, something went horribly wrong.
We had been talking to who we thought was my great-grandmother, and everything seemed peaceful. That is, until Sandy went to leave. Everyone walked her outside, when suddenly, I got a terrible shooting pain in my mid back, and about collapsed. That is about all I remember until the next morning, other than small bits and pieces. I was told however, that I lost my voice and was "just not there." I also remember a vague sensing of sharing my body with another spirit, like there was someone else inside me trying to squish me out of my own body to take it over. During that time, Glenn went out to get everyone a pack of cigarettes. We all smoked different brands, so he came home with 5 different packs. When he came home, he said he put them on a table, and everyone got theirs but me. Mine vanished and never reappeared.
During the months that followed, we were also supposedly put in touch with those who we were once related to. Reincarnation was discussed often on the board, constantly reminding us we had been here before many times and over many centuries. The really strange part of this was the "memories" of those past lives were as real as any memory in my mind to this day. I still remember some in fact, and I am baffled at how real they still feel.
One of my supposed relatives was Freddie Mercury, the lead singer from the famous rock music group from the 70's and 80's, Queen. He passed away from AIDS in 1992. We were told he had been my big brother in several lives, and we spoke to him quite frequently. He told stories of what it was like when we were children growing up together in France in the 1700's. Hard to believe how outrageous this story is, isn't it? Yet the "memories" of him were in my mind to support it so I finally started believing it. How could I not believe what was in my own mind? One memory was me playing a grand piano and Freddie standing over me, teaching me how to play, both of us wearing clothing of the 1700's. Another was of us walking in a huge, beautiful garden. Yet another memory was that I was alive during the 1960's, and had a huge golden retriever named Magic, who later died. Magic supposedly turned out to be reincarnated into my now 14 year old black cat I call Magic.
During this time, I met a lady who gave me a copy of the salvation message
. When I saw all those Scriptures together, relating to salvation, I clearly saw my need for a Savior. I finally, for the first time understood that without a Savior, I was going to hell, no matter how good a person I tried to be. I accepted God's free gift of salvation.
I threw out my board and my cards (although that was hard as I had a beautiful antique deck!), and to this day, still occasionally fight the temptation to read cards or get back on the board just one last time. I am truly not sure why, considering all I learned was counterfeit information. I can only guess the hold the board had over me was just that strong, kind of like a drug. But, thanks to having the love of God, I am able to pass up the temptations. God is truly a loving God!
This is the story of how I came to know Jesus as my personal Lord and Savior. Names have been changed for privacy, but the facts are all the same.