Posted on 06/17/2006 4:15:31 PM PDT by NYer
"End of the world. Film at 11."
Do you ever have have a serious comment to make in the Reg. Forum?
Lol ... no. It was, however, on Long Island. This house was in Levittown.
Fact is I set this thing to give me a continual posting of all posts on all forums.
It's kind of an old fashioned FR type of thing.
So what really happened to Vince Foster?
I don't think Hillary's seance ever did answer that.
I'm not going to play this "game" again. And neither are my children. You can explain away all you want. It's not just the game. It leads to other bad choices. It is not a good thing.
NYer posted it. You've been given due notice. If you want to mock playing with this "supernatural dynamite," or make her "the fool," your soul is in peril and not NYer's.
Penn and Teller can have a field day with this. However, just ask them if they've taken "Pascal's wager." It is in their mathematical best interests to do so by simple probability.
Francis X.
You want proof? Have two friends over and let them use the Ouija board for a short while. Then ask them to put on blindfolds, and before letting them start again invert the board without telling them. I guarantee you that the planchette will be drawn back to where they think the letters are, not where they actually are.
Perhaps, if evil spirits show up at the Ouija board, they are not influencing the board directly, but the players at the board, who have opened themselves up to the spirits.
When I was a young teenager I read occult novels; I also used to play backgammon a lot. It seemed I was getting more than a chance number of acey-deuceys. I decided to put it to the test and said, "by the powers of darkness, let me roll acey-deuceys."
I got 11 out of 32, and they were fair rolls.
Some people think dice are the devil's instruments - I think almost anything can be, if you open yourself up to spirits.
Mrs VS
Thank you, Frank. For those who still think this is foolishness, here's the rest of the story.
I didn't take the ouija board seriously when I was a teen, until that hot summer day at my friend Tina's house.
There were 5 of us. My friend Joan and another girl were operating the ouija board. Joan had a 'spirit guide' named EOT who always showed up when we played with the board. That day was no different and he answered the same old stupid questions girls always pose. Suddenly, he spelled out - WARNING. We giggled, thinking it was all a game. He spelled it again - WARNING, and then the planchette stopped moving. No matter how many questions we asked, the planchette did not move. Laughing now, we asked "Is there anyone there?" and the planchette shot up to OUI (yes). Joan asked "And what is your name?"
The planchette moved so rapidly over the letters that we couldn't keep track of what was being spelled. I took out a pad and pencil to write down the letters, calling them out loud as I wrote them down. Whenever I missed a letter, the planchette would go back to it! The response to Joan's question was quite lengthy. The responder gave a lengthy list of names ending with .... "but my preferred call me BEELZEEBUL". That name I immediately recognized and whispered to the next girl that we had conjured up Satan. She didn't believe any of this.
'B' wanted to meet with Joan and asked all of us to leave the room so he could arrange for a meeting place. Still, no one took this seriously, which is what he banks on. We refused to leave the room, though. Joan decided to 'test' the spirit by asking a series of questions. One of the questions was to name the most evil people in the room. 'B' spelled out the names of Tina's two youngest siblings. That made perfect sense since they were still so close to God and quite innocent. Finally Joan asked what 'B' would give her if she met him. He said: "I'll give you anything your heart desires includinged". At that someone said - "You see. It can't be real because this spirit can't spell". I looked down at the letters again and gasped.
My friend Joan had a crush on a guy. He didn't know it. She was so smitten with him that she would crash parties in order to be close to him. In looking down at the letters again, I realized there was no misspelling. What 'B' said was: "I'll give you anything your heart desires including ED" - the guy Joan so desperately sought. At that time in her life, this was her biggest weakness and source of vulnerability. That is when I asked one of the children to bring down the Rosary beads.
BTW - several years later I was at home half listening to some sitcom on the tv. In this episode, a DJ got stuck in his booth. He couldn't move. Meanwhile a record played. It was gothic organ music and a voice called out the demons of hell. It droned through a long list of names. Still only half tuned in, my attention was immediately grabbed when I heard it say - EOT! That night, I destroyed the ouija board and called Joan.
I learned a life lesson that year and have passed it on whenever possible. The Evil One thrives on those who don't believe in his existence.
Pay no attention.
If there's just one lurker who is warned by this, you've done a great job.
There were microbes before Louis Pasteur.
There was radiation before Madam Curie.
There was gravitation before Issac Newton.
There was electricity before Benjamin Franklin.
If you are waiting for a scientist to tell you that there are supernatural forces. Here you go. I am a scientist, and there are supernatural forces. Not only do I believe they exist, but most of my colleagues agree.
Now, if you are holding out for scientific proof, demonstrable by scientific method, you might have a bit of a wait in front of you. In the mean time, I know what I believe based on what I've been told by reliable sources, and through my personal experience, one of which had the calculated random possibility of one in 62.4 billion. (That's like winning the lottery about a thousand times.)
There are those who are trying to prove the existence of the supernatural. But, for every professional, there are probably a thousand amateur dabblers who have no idea of what they're dealing with. Sometimes, they don't know until they mix the supernatural equivalent of nitric acid and glycerin. By then, it's too late.
I'm currently reading The Screwtape Letters by C.S. Lewis. Here's a section from the preface:
"There are two equal and opposite errors into which our race can fall about the devils. One is to disbelieve in their existence. The other is to believe, and to feel an excessive and unhealthy interest in them. They themselves are equally pleased by both errors, and hail a materialist or a magician with the same delight."
As a child, I preferred, and as a parent, I prefer the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.
Thank you for the link. That was really great reading. BTW: I believe your story about your own experience with the board.
Contrary to some posts here claiming that nothing has happened to them after playing it; read the article again and you will find question stating, "How do you know?"
I know the story, NYer, as we have "discussed it" previously. If my FRiends wish to remain skeptical, that is their right. They might wish to try to find a TV interview with Peter Blatty (author of The Exorcist) in late 1971 or early 1972 on, I believe, the Dick Cavett Show (it is long ago so I am not certain as to whom the host was). In any case, Blatty was discussing his book and related as to how near the end, he began to use a Ouija Board. He stated that things got so out of hand he had a "collapse." He was unable to function for a time and despite all kinds of prodding from the host, he would not relate what happened. I took the body language to mean he had had a nervous breakdown. The conversation then moved on to other things. I have no doubt that Blatty had stepped in an area in which all do so at their peril.
Frank
You don't need to include me in this conversation.
Blatty's collapse was because of the death of his mother, which informed much of the character of Father Karras in the book. He discusses this pretty heavily in the DVD commentary track on Excorcist, he had a lot of unresolved issues and resolved a lot of them with the book.
No it is just a game, just a stupid piece of pressboard and a chunk of plastic made by Parker Brothers, no more magical than Monopoly. The "power" comes from the user who decides it has power, though most of the time it's just self administered fear.
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