If you have read any of the posts I have already put up, you will know that I use to be a Wicca taught Spirit Board medium and did this for quite a few years. In October of 2007, I was invited to conduct a session for a group of people as part of their Halloween festivities in the Spalding area, Lincolnshire. Having conducted a number of sessions for them in the past, I agreed to attend and conduct a session, at their request, at 03:00 as considered to be the witching hour, something I have done so many times before. I produced a 'hellgate' board in oak for the event, again, something I had done before and used to get some really good responses with.
The event started off normally with lighting of the candles, sealing of the glass and a protection ritual. There was six of us, myself included, around the board and 8 spectators, including my scriber who was responsible for recording all of the board activity for review at a later time if needed. We had a 'resident' presence ('our Fred') come through and spent a bt of time with us, much to the enjoyment of the group, before we said goodbye to him and let him move on. Things then went really quiet for a bit before we started to get another response.
From the outstart, something just did not feel right with this presence. Can't explain it - there was just this 'feeling' deep inside me. We had a lot of glass movement, but at the same time, it was very sporadic. It would give us no information and refused to follow our instructions, such as to returning to the centre of the board. Nothing abnormal there - 'Jokers' and 'Clowns' do this all the time initially. However, the force on the glass was also slowly getting more forceful the longer we tried to make actual interaction with the entity. As we progressed, the entity seemed to be getting more confident with itself and the glass movement started to become even more stronger and it was spending more time trying to head to my line of limitation, located in front of the 'hellgate', with the group having to physically stop the glass on more than one occasion. All of this time though, not a single thing had been 'said' through the board and we, at this point, still had no idea who, or what, we were dealing with.
After a few minutes of this, the glass finally started spelling out things, but at the time, it just appeared to be gibberish to us. It was my scriber that actually realised that we were getting messages through. The reason we could not understand what was being said was because everything was being given to us in reverse.......
Now, this is where I should have stopped the session there and then, potentially facing a negative entity, and closed the board. Instead, I let intrigue get the better of me and allowed the session to continue. Something I have regretted for many years after.
We continued to get responses in reverse, normal phrases (mostly threatening those on the board) and then we started receiving responses in, what we found out after the event through research, latin. In my whole spirit board 'career', I had never received anything in latin during any previous events. I had heard about it happening (and apparently, it was never a good sign), but never experienced it. The one phrase we got upon review that I will never forget was 'angelus reprobi', which translated means 'fallen angel'. During all of this time, we never received a name for the entity and the glass got that strong in its movements at one point, the six of us on the board were struggling to keep up with it.......
The session came to a finale, with people now starting to panic a little, with the glass making a direct line for 'hellgate' on the board. We quickly applied all the pressure we could to stop the glass and I found myself shouting for the entity to return to the centre of the board. The glass started moving a lot slower than it had all evening (I remember thinking that maybe it had used most of its energy by now) and positioned itself at the centre. Then the glass imploded. Now understand this - this thing did not shatter outwards or crack and come apart - this thing went IN on itself.
This, honestly, was the first time I actually felt true fear. After being taken back for a few moments, and after gathering my thoughts, I conducted an impromptu cleansing ritual and we appropriately disposed of the board. Myself and a couple of others experienced very disturbing nightmares following the event over the next few nights, and even more eerily, they all were very similar in nature (tall figure with red eyes taunting us from within shadows, faceless people being horrifically tortured and the death of loved ones - all very graphic in nature). My marriage with my very loving wife also broke down shortly after, as well as a run of other bad luck that seemed to follow me for a period of time after. It may all have just been coincidental to the event, but I don't know and can't prove anything. I vowed following this event that I would never have anything to do with spirit boards again and have not touched one since, despite numerous requests over the years from people I had previously met through holding sessions for them. Instead, I went down the path of being an investigator, which is fine by me and been happily doing for many years now.
I still have contact with some of the people, and who are still close friends, that were there during that morning and witnessed the events that unfolded. We recollect the night in conversation occasionally and laugh about it now, but there still exists a daunting feeling of just how lucky we were to get off as lightly as we did.
As a final twist to this story, I am a member of a number of paranormal forums spread across the internet. I met another Wicca taught spirit board user in one of these who had a frighteningly similar experience that also made her walk away from them forever. She has been, and still is, a very active advocate in teaching people on how dangerous these 'toys' can actually be.
This was a really bad experience, but I have also had beautiful moments on a board in the past and in my next post, i would like to tell you the story of how I met, and spoke to, my grandmother - 10 years after she lost her battle to cancer.
Edited by titch2k6, 06 January 2021 - 04:57 PM.