| Please bare with me for I am
definitely not journalistically inclined. My experience happened in the Fall of 1991 when my mother had purchased a ouija board from a garage sale. She had always wanted one but my father had forbidden her due to lack of knowledge and rumors passed around about the boards. An event that had happened that Summer past is what brings us to the story. I had met a man and had become involved. Two months into the relationship I had become pregnant and became confused about whether it would be wise to bring a child into something new and uncertain. But I decided that despite whatever may happen, I would keep the child and make the best of my decision living happily with it. After telling my mother all of this, though, she hounded and pushed me into a decision I was uncomfortable with, calling it "giving my life back to me" so I later terminated the pregnancy. But I always had this overwhelming guilt that just haunted me. Anyways, later that Fall she had taken her board out and had asked if I wanted to play. I've never used a board before and was nervous as well as excited, so I thought I'd try it out. We got a spirit named Clara. My mother had attempted several times to ask her questions but she would just respond by spelling out my name (I became unsettled but went on curious to know). It was clear she did not want to speak with my mother so asked if I had known her, maybe from a past life or perhaps she was long gone relative. She spelled out UNBORN CHILD. A tear came to my eye as I thought about the termination. I asked if I knew her again not wanting to realy know and she spelled out again my name and UNBORN CHILD. I asked if she was the child I was supposed to have had and she replied YES and then spelled out MAD a couple of times. I asked her if it was me she was mad at but she replied NO. My mother who sat quietly the whole time just turned to me and said "It's me I think she is mad at." Clara spelled out YES and then left. I never encountered her again after that. I think she just wanted her piece to let my mother know she that was not happy with her actions. And maybe to relieve me of some of the guilt. |
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