Connie

I was eighteen years old. The summer was longand boring. One day I decided to purchase a Ouija Board. My friend and Iattempted to work the board for about three days. Finally the wedge began tomove from letter to letter. There were no clear messages for several days. Myfriend grew tired and fearful of the board. She decided not to play the gameanymore. She would not touch the board again.

The garbled messages only peaked my curiosity.I attempted to move the play the game alone. The first day or two the wedge didnot move. Finally, the wedge seemed to come alive moving from letter to letter.The messages were finally clear. The board told me that a spirit came to methrough the board. The spirit said it was to be a friend who was to protect mefrom the dangers in life. It would guide me to a better life because it knew thefuture.

I spent all my free time with the board. Thespirit told me that it loved me and I should let it direct the activities of mylife so that my future would be secure and happy. We discussed life and lovethrough the board. It kept promising happiness and security if I would listenand do what it said.

This continued all summer and then it was timeto go to college as I planned. I took the Ouija Board with me to school. I spentall my free time with the board and found it cumbersome. I had roommates and itlooked weird for me to work the board alone. The spirit suggested through theboard that it use my hand for automatic handwriting. I tried that but all Icould get was the figure "8" drawn over and over again. I spent all mytime tying to get messages. Of course, there was no time for study--I failed outof college. I returned home pale, tired and nervous. I kept communicating withthe spirit through the board for the remainder of the year.

Year Two

The spirit suggested through the board that Iattempt to let it use my voice. The automatic handwriting did not work since Icould only manage to get "8" on a paper. I thought I would try that soI just permitted the spirit to speak through me. I let it use my voice and wordsstarted to form. At first gibberish then other words. It would use my voice whenI was alone.

During this time I worked at a full-time job.I was not very good at the job because my concentration was bad. The spirit keptwanting my attention -- by tapping my finger -- attempting to make letters withthe movement of my finger. I could keep the spirit from using my voice and thefinger movements if I concentrated but it detracted from my concentration.

Year Three

One day the spirit was using my voice--cursesand obscenities were being spoken. The cursing and obscenities were about JesusChrist. I was in shock that these words were coming from my voice. It told me tokill myself. I could feel hatred that I never felt before. This made me stepback and look at myself. What kind of spirit was this? What had I done?

I finally took a good look at myself in themirror. I was pale, tired and nervous. I wanted the spirit to leave. It wouldnot go. The spirit became more aggressive and would fight for control of myvoice. I would be talking and sometimes the spirit would speak. I had to controlmy every word and movement. My hands and arms moved overly fast sometimes. Icould not sleep peacefully. The nightmares began of creatures chasing andlaughing at me. I slept with a knife under my pillow. I dreaded sleep.

One day my Dad said that he saw a large, uglydevil in our house. He said that he chased the thing and it left through ourdining room window. He kept talking about that experience all day. I just madejokes and laughed.

I decided to ask God for help. Who else couldhelp me? Anyone else would probably send me to a mental hospital. I began topray and fight for control of my mind and body. I always believed that Jesusexisted and now it was time to see if Jesus was real. Obviously, the spirithated Jesus because of it's cursing of Jesus.

Year Four

I began to gain some control of my mind andbody. I decided to ignore the spirit as much as possible and enrolled in a localcollege. While attending the college, I joined a Christian group called"Campus Crusade For Christ." The people in that group taught me how tocommunicate with Jesus. They taught me how to read the Bible and I went tochurch. The people did not know about the spirit. I was too ashamed to tell themor ask them for help.

I learned how to fight a spiritual battle. Imemorized and meditated on scriptures concerning the victory of Jesus overSatan. I claimed the blood of Christ every time the spirit attacked -- it was soautomatic that I claimed the blood of Jesus in my dreams. One night whilesleeping, I woke with a sharp jerk to the muscles of my body. I knew the spiritwas gone. My mind was clear and at peace. That was over 25 years ago. The spiritnever returned.

I finished college and graduated with the BADegree in Sociology and minor in Psychology. 

I thank Jesus every day for saving my life.

Connie is the author of the OuijaBoard Pages, which were written to warn you not to channel thespirits. Her email is curiositypages@aol.comif you have any questions or comments.