Year
One
I was eighteen years old.
The summer was long and boring. One day I decided to
purchase a Ouija Board. My friend and I attempted to work
the board for about three days. Finally the wedge began to
move from letter to letter. There were no clear messages for
several days. My friend grew tired and fearful of the
board. She decided not to play the game anymore. She would
not touch the board again.
The garbled messages only
increased my curiosity. I attempted to move the play the
game alone. The first day or two the wedge did not
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 me through the
board. The spirit said it was to be a friend who was to
protect me from the dangers in life. It would guide me to a
better life because it knew the future.
I spent all my free time
with the board. The spirit told me that it loved me and I
should let it direct the activities of my life so that my
future would be secure and happy. We discussed life and
love through the board. It kept promising happiness and
security if I would listen and do what it said.
This continued all summer
and then it was time to go to college as I planned. I took
the Ouija Board with me to school. I spent all my free time
with the board and found it cumbersome. I had roommates and
it looked weird for me to work the board alone. The spirit
suggested through the board that it use my hand for
automatic handwriting. I tried that but all I could get was
the figure "8" drawn over and over again. I spent all my
time tying to get messages. Of course, there was no time for
study--I failed out of college. I returned home pale, tired
and nervous. I kept communicating with the spirit through
the board for the remainder of the year.
Year Two
The spirit suggested
through the board that I attempt to let it use my voice. The
automatic handwriting did not work since I could only manage
to get "8" on a paper. I thought I would try that so I just
permitted the spirit to speak through me. I let it use my
voice and words started to form. At first gibberish then
other words. It would use my voice when I 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 kept wanting my
attention--my tapping my finger--attempting to make letters
with the movement of my finger. I could keep the spirit from
using my voice and the finger movements if I concentrated
but it detracted from my concentration.
Year Three
One day the spirit was
using my voice--curses and obscenities were being spoken.
The cursing and obscenities were about Jesus Christ. I was
in shock that these words were coming from my voice. It
told me to kill myself. I could feel hatred that I never
felt before. This made me step back and look at myself.
What kind of spirit was this? What had I done?
I finally took a good
look at myself in the mirror. I was pale, tired and
nervous. I wanted the spirit to leave. It would not go.
The spirit became more aggressive and would fight for
control of my voice. I would be talking and sometimes the
spirit would speak. I had to control my every word and
movement. My hands and arms moved overly fast sometimes. I
could not sleep peacefully. The nightmares began of
creatures chasing and laughing at me. I slept with a knife
under my pillow. I dreaded sleep.
One day my Dad said that
he saw a large, ugly demon in our house. He said that he
chased the thing and it left through our dining room window.
He kept talking about that experience all day. I just made
jokes and laughed about it.
I decided to ask God for
help. Who else could help me? Anyone else would probably
send me to a mental hospital. I began to pray and fight for
control of my mind and body. I always believed that Jesus
existed and now it was time to see if Jesus was real.
Obviously, the spirit hated Jesus because of it's cursing
of Jesus.
Year Four
I began to gain some
control of my mind and body. I decided to ignore the spirit
as much as possible and enrolled in a local college. While
attending the college, I joined a Christian group called
"Campus Crusade For Christ." The people in that group
taught me how to communicate with Jesus. They taught me how
to read the bible and I went to church. The people did not
know about the spirit. I was too ashamed to tell them
or ask them for help.
I learned how to fight a
spiritual battle. I memorized and meditated on scriptures
concerning the victory of Jesus over Satan. I claimed the
blood of Christ every time the spirit attacked--it was so
automatic that I claimed the blood of Jesus in my dreams.
One night while sleeping, I woke with a sharp jerk to the
muscles of my body. I knew the spirit was gone. My mind
was clear and at peace. That was over 25 years ago. The
spirit never returned.
I finished college
and graduated with the BA Degree in Sociology and minor in
Psychology. I thank Jesus every day for saving my life. I
wrote this to warn you not
to channel the spirits.
"Return
to your rest, O my soul, For the Lord has dealt bountifully
with you. For Thou hast rescued my soul from death, my eyes
from tears, my feet from stumbling. I shall walk before the
Lord in the land of the living."
Psalm 115:4
"But the man from whom the
demons had gone out was begging Him that he might accompany
Him; but He sent him away saying, "Return
to your house and describe what great things God has done
for you." And he went
away, proclaiming throughout the whole city what great
things Jesus had done for him. Luke 8:39
Be thou exalted, O Lord,
in thy strength; We will sing and praise Thy power.
Psalm 21:13
Praise the
Lord forever!
