Fully aware that he comes across as a pontificating wanker, Giant James enters.......
....... and proceeds to bore everyone to death, or annoy the tits of them.
Mimi said:
Hmm...I suppose I should inject my own quick view on Ouija Boards. While I know they CAN occassionally be used to contact good spirits, I also know that it's Vegas odds, and you never know WHAT you're gonna actually get when contact is made. I know they are very dangerous (the fact they are and have been sold as 'toys' absolutely appals me), and I personally will have nothing to do with them. I will NOT use them under any circumstance, and Lazzy knows full well I will not even allow one in my house or my presence. IMO they are a potential gateway to a realm we know next to nothing about, and are not equipped to deal with.
Mimi
I own one myself. Bought it off eBay. Rather puzzlingly considering how "unusual" my life has been in many ways, it's never produced a single result. I guess the bastards must be scared of me.
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Seriously, here's my thoughts on Oujia boards...
Human beings are capable of seeing and perceiving much more than they realise. Speaking to the dead isn't much different from sticking your head underwater and making hand-signs to a SCUBA diver.
The reason most don't, is because they think they're just ordinary people. They think people who are mediums like John Edward and Colin Fry are picked out from birth and bestowed with a gift. Not true. People like that are simply born with a more natural grasp on it. Anyone can learn to kick a football, but some are born with the natural ability that can be honed to make them a star in the NFL. The chief mark of whether someone can do it or not, is understanding that belief is the key. Someone who thinks a medium is a person with a rare gift and they're just an ordinary person, has as much chance of being a medium as I have of convincing Myriads that the Illuminati exist.
But give that person a focus, something they believe has artifical power to facilitate a psychic event, and their own belief will trigger their latent ability. A ouija board works in this way more obviously than anything else. But what is it? It's not a high-vibrational crystal with a similar frequency to a different dimension where spirits reside, it's a lump of wood with letters on it. Letters that form meaning only when placed in an objective context like a language and indicated by a planchette made of plastic with a tadge of glass in it. Nothing other-worldy about that. All it does is make the person believe and enable them to negate their self-doubt and feelings of ordinary-ness. It's a placebo.
It's like someone suffering from cancer who's given a "new experiemtnal drug that tests have shown really kicks cancer's ass" and suddenly starts to go into remission. Yet two months later the doctor tells them regretfully it's proven to be a failiure, and their tumour grows back in all it's old fury. All that changed was their belief. What was making them get better was their own innate healing ability. (And when you consider that humanity's collective focus creates the world in the image of what it contains in its imagination, we have some seriously fucked up minds on this planet!)
Now the thing about ouija is that it's got the stigma of occultism hanging around it. Picture the five or six teenagers in the darkened room, tremulously asking "is anybody theeeeerrrreeee?" and you can understand that most ouija users would be nervous and seeing the Antichrist lurking in every shadow. With the belief in the power of the ouija board and their thoughts turned to dark and shadowy spirits, it's no wonder why so many horror stories emerge from ouija board use. Some, if not most of them are undoubtedly the products of overwrought and overative imaginations, but some aren't. The results of such a communications are rarely, if ever dangerous, but they can be terrifying to someone who isn't prepared for them. Most of the time it's just the spirit equivalent of a drunk kegger attendee, laughing his nuts off at scaring the shit out of some dumb-ass mortal who opened the channel.
Hey Astarte, lend me your chains a moment. This silly bastard is scared stiff! Hee hee hee hee heeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!
So what controls the sort of contact you have? From what I believe, it's your own mind. It's a very Bhuddist saying, but your focus really does determine your reality. Attempt a supernatural experiment in a darkened room, with your heartbeat raised and expecting the worst, and you'll get some pisshead ghost making you think you're Linda Blair's stunt double, complete with revolving neck and projectile-vomiting pea-soup. Start it by clearing your mind and surrounding yourself with Light, and you'll have a more satisfying experience. Believe in your own ability to do it without arcane artiacts and it'll make that part easier.
If the worst comes to the worst, it's important to remember that your own imagination is the invading beatie's best weapon. Imagine the worst case possible... A ghost materialises across the room and swoops toward you, cloak billowing in the ether and chains-a-rattling. Now if that really happened, most people would eat their way through the wall and be up the street howling at the top of their lungs.
I wonder, has a ghost ever been met with a raised eyebrow and a polite request that he fuck off and haunt someone else? Possibly, yes. Annoyed the ghost is, threateningly he rattles.
Yes, very nice. Now do you mind I'm trying to contact Auntie Mildred and ask the senile old bitch where she hid her priceless coin collection. Now piss off you sad decrepit prick.
What's he gonna do? Sue for hurting his feelings?
There's billions of spirits drifting around the planes and an incident of
The Exorcist's gravity needs a seriously powerful and pissed off meanie to come through. A veritableOsama of the spiritual realms. The chances of you walking into your nearest mosque to chat to a muslim and finding yourself face to face with Osama or Saddam are pretty long. 99% of the time you'd meet a mixture of indifference and cheerful interest in your curiosity. You'll only meet an asshole if you go looking for one, or leave yourself open to one.
Now hopefully I've not annoyed anyone too much, although I always do a few when I go into pontificating mode. I sound like a total know-all bastard even to myself, so I hope I've restrained that tendency a wee bit.
Later gators...