Did a session with a Ouija board
actually enable someone to contact spirits from beyond the grave?
Proof of The Afterlife?
by Bob Daulby
Almost 20 years ago, I began
researching the Ouija Board to see if there was any validity or
proof that could be gained from it that would benefit us all. At the
time, I have to say that, like most people, I too had been deeply
influenced by rumors that such devices are evil, not to be trusted
or, at the very least, questionable. However, through a previous
study of hypnosis, I also became very aware of self-delusion,
self-fulfilling prophecies, belief and fantasy so well that it
became an easy task for me to opt for the middle ground. Thus, for
me to approach this tool of spirit communication with an open mind -
the mind between belief and non-belief - wasn't a problem. And so,
in the winter months of 1985, with eight people around my first
board, my research began.
It was after a ponderous and
shaky start that, after a lot of patience, three people - already
passed over, one after the other, dropped in to speak to me. And
although they provided me with enough proof of their existence to
sink a battleship yet, it still wasn't quite enough for my mind to
accept that I was actually speaking to real people from beyond the
grave. However, with 'Debbie' all of this was to change.
"Is there anyone there?" I
asked. On my old board - now 'The Spirit Contact Board©' (which is
far superior) - the usual responses were slow in forming. But, as I
say, with a little patience, it soon made sense when the board
replied:
"DEBBIE"
"Hello Debbie." I said,
"What can we do for you?"
"PASS THE DOPE"
"Pardon? Did you say 'pass
the dope' Debbie?
"YES"
"What dope are you talking
about? We don't have dope in this house."
At the time, Marijuana was
very much outlawed and, with two young children in the house, such
chemicals - and the sure problems with Police that were bound to
follow, was not permitted anywhere near my family or my home.
However, the reply to this remark was:
"YOU DO"
Even if this were to be
true, in my mind, there could be only one reason that there was any
kind of outlawed drug in my home back then and that would have to be
that someone around the table had got some and hadn't said so. Other
than this, there was no chance of their being any kind of this type
of drug in the home. So I asked,
"Ok. You say that there is
dope in this house. Could you tell me where it is please?"
"UNDER CHAIR"
"Oh right. 'Under a chair'.
I'm sorry Debbie but I think you're mistaken. There isn't any dope
under any chair in this house Ok?"
"THERE IS"
I then asked everyone around
the table if they had any dope and that, if they had then to please
own up and put an end to this. But there was no need to ask for they
all felt the same as me about it.
"As you can see Debbie - at
least, I think you can - no one here has got any dope. So, if they
haven't got any then, how can there be any under any chair? Are you
sure you're not pulling my leg?"
"NO. DOPE UNDER CHAIR"
I was getting rather bored
with this so I sighed and asked, "Ok. Which chair is it under
please?"
Although I have mentioned
that there were eight people around that board that night yet I must
add that as they were sat yet I was stood at the back taking notes
and that, my finger was never on that glass.
"CHAIR NEAR YOU"
"You mean this one on my
left?"
"YES"
"You're joking! There's no
way that there's any dope under that chair. No one sits in it but e
Debbie and I don't use the stuff. Ok. Don't bother answering that.
Let me check and prove you wrong Ok?"
"OK. TRY"
"I will!"
With that, I put down my
notes and moved the chair.
Now, in being a lazy couple
back then, neither my wife nor myself ever vacuumed under either
chair. Like a lot of people, we hovered around them to then get on
with other things - like watching TV etc. So, when I moved the chair
and, much to our embarrassment, there was almost enough dust and
debris there that could have coated a bald Bear! In any event, in
ignoring our red faces, I bent down and started to sift through it
to show Debbie - and everyone else - that there wasn't a hope of her
being right.
But, to my utter
incredulity, she was!
When I had finished sifting
through all the rubbish, right there, in my fingertips was a small
rolled up piece of silver paper. Inside this foil was a small piece
of dope that must have been there I don't know how long.
"How on EARTH did you know
this Debbie!?" I exclaimed.
"FELL OUT OF (A name I can't
mention) POCKET"
"Well I never! I can't
believe my own eyes here! Look everyone! Tell me this isn't dope!"
But, when they all looked at it, they all recognised that it indeed
was. "Unbelievable! How could this have anything to do with any
ideomotor effect? How could any of us have ever thought of pushing
the glass around - even unconsciously - to spell out something so
very far fetched as this? Dope? In MY house? Never!" To make matters
even more incredulous, the person she mentioned hadn't set foot in
my house for over twelve months prior to this communication!
Was this proof enough for
us? Of course it was. But the story didn't end there for; we had yet
even more shocking news - and proof - to come from Debbie that
continued on until the early hours of that night. Further
information revealed... But wait; there is something you need to
know first.
At that time, I was in the
habit of going around to a friend's house on Tuesday nights for what
we called 'Computer Nights'. It was back in the Commodore 64 days
before most of us even thought of owning a PC. As far as the general
public was concerned, such masterful multi-tasking machines had yet
to be invented. Now, I don't know if you're the same as me but, for
me, although I may make a friend yet, unless the topic is brought
up, rarely will I come to know if he or she has any brothers or
sisters. And, with him being the same with me, he didn't know this
about me either. However, unbeknownst to my friend, I had some
shocking news in wait that would turn him right over when I saw him
the following Tuesday.
It was as we were sat
playing that I brought up the subject of family. After I had told
him of mine, I asked him about his to which his reply was that he
had had two sisters.
"What do you mean by 'had'
two sisters 'D'?
"Oh? Didn't you know? I lost
one a few years back."
"Really? Ok. Can I try
something with you?"
"What's that?"
"You know that I didn't know
you had any family until I asked you didn't you?"
"Yeah? So what?"
"OK. Supposing I fill in the
gaps for you? If I do that then, will you believe me that my board
works and that the afterlife really does exist after all?"
He laughed and said, "You
can try if you like but it won't do you any good."
"Oh don't let that worry
you. Ok. Let's start at the beginning. You haven't told me yet but
I'm going to tell you that the sister you had, was named 'Debbie'.
Is that right?"
He was drinking from a can
at the time and nearly spilled the lot when, ashen-faced, he turned
to me and yelled, "How did you know that!?"
"Let me finish Ok? I'm right
aren't I? So, let me think now. How did she die? Well, I'll tell
you. She was hitching a ride to London in which she managed to hitch
a ride from a truck driver. Since the truck driver didn't get his
wicked way, he threw her out of his truck. As you and I now both
know, like your older sister Helen - who is still with us - Debbie
liked her drugs didn't she? She liked Heroin. So, when the truck
driver threw her out, he had no idea that she was as high as a kite.
Anyway, he was in such a temper about not getting his way that he
stopped the truck immediately. Without even thinking about it, he
had inadvertently thrown her out on the fast lane. Since Debbie
wasn't at all sober, she wondered around that lane not knowing what
she was doing. Moments later, a fast car came and drove over her
killing her outright. When she died, Debbie was 18. Is there
anything I've said 'D' that was wrong?"
My friend was at a complete
loss as to what to say or do. He didn't say a word to me for over an
hour and was at a complete loss for words. By the look on his face,
I knew that everything I had just said was true and that no detail
was wrong. In any event, when he did manage to gain control of
himself, he verified every word.
Two weeks later, in knowing
I was still up, he phoned me at two in the morning and he was
crying. When I asked him what the matter was (he doesn't cry) it
took him everything to tell me that, since our conversation, he had
been overcome with the loss of Debbie. He went on to add that, when
she had been so tragically killed like this, his whole family,
parents and all, had all but blocked it from their minds. Although
they had a funeral for her and all had turned up yet, for them, such
a thing hadn't really happened. They told themselves that, since
Debbie always hitched everywhere that, this is where she is 'out
there' somewhere, still alive and having too much fun to come home.
At that point, he begged me to drive him to her grave.
When we eventually found the
graveyard in the dead of night in a small village nearby, it was
dark, cold and very foggy. For over an hour and, with lighters in
hand, he and I searched amongst the gravestones for where she could
be. When we found her, he threw himself on her grave, held her
headstone and sobbed his heart out.
"I loved you Debbie. I'm
sorry I wasn't much of a brother to you. But I loved you. I'm sorry.
So sorry... I'm so sorry for everything..." As he cried and released
his obvious deep remorse and, although I didn't view myself as being
particularly psychic at the time yet, I swear I could feel Debbie
holding him very tightly indeed as she cried along with him.
It was beautiful.
My friend came home a whole
man that night which ended with us being much closer friends - as we
are to this very day.
Bob Daulby is a world
renowned, global expert on matters of life after death, the greater
life and Our Worlds Beyond. He has contacted and communicated with
all kinds of entities from the spirit world, otherworldly beings as
well as inter-dimensional entities and different time-lines. He can
teach you to do the same in a very safe, sure and positive manner
at:
http://www.ourworldsbeyond.com/
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