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.
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
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.
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.
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
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
One day my Dad said that he
saw a large, ugly devil 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.
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.
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
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 am the
author of the Ouija Board Pages which were
written to warn you not to channel the spirits. After
the demon left, I had peace of mind.
Periodically, the demon would return to test me
by disrupting my thoughts. I would
continue fighting with thought replacement until
there was peace. Unfortunately, the demon still
return periodically to test if I am still able
to do spiritual battle.
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."
"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