After reading this thread, I got very interested, and came across OuijaBoardStories . blogspot . com (Cant post the link, curse you "must have 50 posts"!)
For those who believe in Ouija Boards, it is usually recommended to stay away, though that is your choice. However, there is a chance you may run into Zozo or one of his alias's. Zozo isnt like the rest of the demons you would meet. He is an..elevated level of evil. He appears only to wreak havoc. He will curse at you and call you names, possess stuff, and perhaps even try to kill you and/or family/close friends. Though he, like all spirits, is very smart. He will try to fool you into thinking hes your friend by being all friendly under alias's. Most of his alias's have the letter Z in it. The more notable ones are Azaz and Zach. You could end up with a typical scare every now and then with normal demons, but if you run into Zozo/any demon with Z in its name, destroy and get rid of the board instantly. Get a priest to baptize your house, do anything possible to ward off spirits. If you continue a conversation and continue to talk to him, you're as good as dead once he has your trust. He is also referred to as "The Demon of Destruction". Though there a few very rare cases where a demon will pose as God or an angel or random spirit/demon, and when you ask his name.. L-U-C-I-F-E-R. Some people think that Zozo is Lucifer/Satan himself
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Heres part of a story from that site.
She laid by my side and started to purr until I felt a heavy presence in the room and my cat's eyes darted from here to there to every part of my room until she reached my wardrobe and then she stood up and hissed at it. Calming her down she continued to hiss. About an hour later or so my parents came home along with my brother. The cat finally calm and asleep on my bed I decided to go to sleep too. Not saying anything to anyone knowing they wouldn't believe me and would think I was crazy I didn't wanna tell them. It was 3:30 a.m that I woke up to a raspy laugh. The same laugh I heard before when talking to my friend on the phone. This time a little louder. I began to feel a little worried as I closed my eyes shut to drown out that horrible laugh it stopped.
Then I saw something at the foot of my bed. Tall, lanky, a dark figure with white claws stained with something red. Two big piercing red eyes and short pointed teeth. It grinned in such a creepy and terrifying way a grin that left me wide eyed with terror too scared to even scream. I closed my eyes and hoped it would go away. Since I wasn't so religious like my friend or even my family praying wouldn't really help me. Or would it? I didn't care at that moment as I slowly opened my eyes and it was gone. Only to find it right next to my bed. Its long pointed fingers started wrapping around my neck then moving down to my leg and with one claw scratched my leg and it was so very painful as if someone ran over my leg.
Then it grabbed my hair and inched it's face close to mine observing and feeling pleased at how terrified I looked. I couldn't take it anymore and screamed Jesus in it's face and kept repeating it until the thing screeched and disappeared into my wardrobe and turning on my light I started crying and looking at the scratch. It was a pretty long scratch and bleeding too. I went to the bathroom, washed it, then went back to sleep with the light on.
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Quote:Originally Posted by MisterLove
YouTube is full of freaky videos of ouija boards, I seriously doubt they are all fake.
I see no reason not to doubt that ALL the ouija videos on YouTube are a hoax, on some level.
Every week hundreds of millions of people go to church, synagogue, or mosque. I think it's safe to assume that tens of millions of them believe that they are truly connecting to a supernatural force there. They could relate personal experiences which they feel justify their belief.
By definition, many MILLIONS of these people must be wrong (unless there are divine forces so capricious as to allow us to worship them in multiple conflicting ways). If millions of devout believers can dedicate a significant percentage of their lives to worshiping false gods, why is it so hard to believe that a relative handful of people have posted videos which represent nothing more than self-delusion and outright hoaxes?
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If millions of devout believers can dedicate a significant percentage of their lives to worshiping false gods, why is it so hard to believe that a relative handful of people have posted videos which represent nothing more than self-delusion and outright hoaxes?
Everything you say makes sense but this is not a question of faith. In these cases, you can actually hear and see the (allegedly) paranormal events. And assuming they're not technically manipulated (e.g. no camera tricks), how on earth can you explain them? It wasn't faith that moved those planchettes, that's for sure.
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Quote:Originally Posted by MisterLove
Everything you say makes sense but this is not a question of faith. In these cases, you can actually hear and see the (allegedly) paranormal events. And assuming they're not technically manipulated (e.g. no camera tricks), how on earth can you explain them? It wasn't faith that moved those planchettes, that's for sure.
My explanation is simply to question your assumption. I don't see anything paranormal in the YouTube ouija videos. I see people pushing planchettes around a board. There's no need for camera tricks. Many people take great delight in fooling other people, whether they be friends sitting at a ouija board or anonymous strangers on the internet.
I think you're right, it wasn't faith that moved those planchettes... it was fingers!
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I love the religion I was taught as a child. I was educated by my mom and Uncle John who educated me telepathically or through some type of symbiotic relationship which started before I was born. It is an ethical system based on the ancient fenian honor code. This is the oldest ethical system on the planet. It can be traced back almost 12,000 years to the Garden of Eden in Ulster, Ireland north of Lough Allen.
The main body of people produced in this Garden settled in the area around Lough Allen and down to the west near the Galway farm. The sea level was 500 feet lower and my ancestors wandered around northern Europe. We are called Aryans.
The religion was modified by Patrick in 432AD to put a human pagan face on my religion. I call myself a pagan, or, if you prefer a generic Christian. Do unto others as you would have them do unto you. Sounds nice and polite. The United States Marine Corps is based on this pagan ethical system. A million marines have all been trained the same way. We are always the first to fight and the first to leave as soon as you surrender. We have the lowest rate of mental breakdowns and the least amount of guilt of any branch of the American army.
We have always maintained our sense of honor Semper Fidelis. Make fun of me or a fellow marine and I will definitely hurt you. Leave me alone and I will leave you alone. Hurt something I love and I will always hurt you. I will escalate until I am certain you are hurt and want to surrender. Surrender and say you are sorry, I will pretend to accept your apology. If I never fight you again, I will know you are sincere. Fuck me over and try to lie to me, I will fucking cut your heart from your chest and feed it to a rabid dog. Be nice and I am fun to hang out with. Every one says the same thing. The marines look like a bunch of gay guys waiting for a gay club to open. I am a marine and I have made love to boys and men since I was 10.
After 57 years of being gay, you bastards had better listen to me. I saw my first real ghost at the age of 5. The neighbor above me in my tenement in Harlem had died a week or so earlier. I saw Mrs. Martin coming up the stairs as she had done for the last 50 years of her life before she died. "Mom, Mrs. Martin is on the stairs. She is almost up to our landing." My mother came to the door and said hello to Mrs. Martin. Mrs. Martin didn't stop, she continued up to her floor. My mom said, "Johnny, Mrs. Martin is confused. She recently died and probably hasn't found a new place to live. Let's see, Johnny, this tenement will be torn down within the year. We will go to Corpus Christi [Body of Christ] and say prayers for her. Some angel will come by and find her anew place to live." We prayed for her and she never came back. I was glad that I had seen a real ghost and knew real ghosts are not scary.
On other occasions, I saw old memories that were clinging to atoms in lonely places like the bowels of the Grand Central Terminal in NYC. My friend Tom and I saw an apparition which appeared. We stared at it. We timed it. It appeared every 7 minutes in the lowest level of the terminal a few blocks south of 42nd St. After the third appearance, we banged the walls and jumped up and down to disturb the dirt and grime in this hidden room. Seven minutes later nothing appeared. We waited 7 minutes more and our work was done.
Currently, I still see the ghost of Tom. he tells me things about people I know that I could not possibly know myself. He is a real ghost, not a figment of my imagination. He died 15 years ago and is looking forward to my arrival in the afterlife. I am planning my itinerary for the time after I am dead. Eternity lasts a long time and I don't want to get bored when I die. My free will, my soul. my memories, my beliefs and my ability to deduce or reason should not be impaired by death.
Hope I see and meet a lot of new gay guys in heaven. Tom said he wasn't asked about his sex life when he died. He was asked if he had raped or molested anyone. He did not. The rest of his sex life was considered normal for a guy. We both liked to masturbate, we both liked fellatio and we both liked sexual intercourse. Best of all, Tom had outrageous exhibitionist tendencies like I did. He said no one was interested in normal sex lives whether they are LGBT or straight. Rape, abortion, incest and adultery do count against you. Orgasms don't count, they are a normal function of the human body when stimualted to ejaculation. With 85,000 orgasms under my belt, I breathed a big sigh of relief. All 16 of my canonized ancestors are looking forward to meeting me. I want to meet them. Thank God my ancestors all had a raunchy Irish sense of humor. They said Jesus was a man and woke up during wet dreams and had lots of erections like I did.
By the way, I loved ouija boards. I called my old girlfriend Pat and reminded her I was supposed to be Fran Harte's 9th husband. How am I doing Pat? Johnny, Fran never married, she's a bachelorette like you. "Tell her I am 67 and she has to get married and divorced 8 times before I marry her. Shit, Pat, tell Fran to move her ass. I may turn 100 and she may not be ready to marry me." I used to pee laughing using a ouija board. My belief in God is lifelong and very serious.
Last of all. Remember your best friends through life wind up being your best friends in heaven. We choose our friends and that says a lot about us. Relatives can be nice but some really suck and are disgustingly homophobic.
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cardiganwearer Wrote:I've just dug out my old Ouija board, I've turned down the lights and I've asked it if there's any substance in it's prognostications.
Be patient, the spirit world is a bit slow tonight...
... scrape ... scrape ... here it comes, the spirits say it's...
b...o...l...l...o
Damn! The phone rang, lost my concentration, the spirits have departed.
What could they have been trying to tell me?
Bollo...
I too was scratching my head trying to figure out what the spirits were telling you, until I realized you were of course communicating with British spirits.
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