You would be surprised the number of people I pray with who have use, or
played around with, the Ouija board at some time in their life. Here is an
article a friend recently sent me. It is also on my website.
Ouija Boards And Spirit Guides
By Anonymous Author
When I was about 15 my friends and I were typical teenagers. We
were obsessed with boys and not really interested too much in
studying. We were all fantasizing about our futures, which is one of
the reasons we used to read the horoscopes sections of our favorite
magazines a lot. If it wasn't your lucky date you didn't bother to put
extra make up on because the boys wouldn't notice you if it wasn't
your lucky date. It's sad looking back now, but we all have to learn.
Because we were all so fascinated with our futures and who we
would marry etcetera, for some strange reason we tried using a ouija
board. We managed to contact a spirit, but for some reason two of my
friends were in a great deal of pain and we couldn't work out why. So
we decided to stop it. We tried to destroy the board (which was only
made out of paper) by trying to set light to it, but it would not
burn, so we just shoved it down the water pipe.
Slowly we grew addicted to the board and were each assigned
spirits to talk to. The spirits promised to never leave us and to make
us happy and help us to find our futures. We each started using
ghost-writing to talk to them. It got to the stage where it got out
of hand, we would talk to them all the time, and as a result our
studies suffered, and we became withdrawn. We would even go to the
extreme of hiding in the woods because the spirits had told us it was
not safe to go to school. We even believed at one point, that we were
invisible, but this was quickly disproved. We also believed that we
were telepathic and could speak to anyone we wanted to. My friends
slowly came out of it and got back to normal, but I became more and
more addicted.
I remember on one occasion, I had gone away for the weekend with
my family and I was desperately lonely so I figured if I could contact
my friends telepathically then they would come over and visit me. I
got impatient waiting for them to arrive, so made a quick call to them
saying did they get my message? "No. What message," came the reply.
At this stage I was utterly confused and near close on having a mental
breakdown, though I couldn't tell anyone how far it had gone, not even
my friends. I felt like my spirit guide was the only one who
understood me. I can't even remember how I got out of it now.
I was attending church with my parents occasionally. I think I
just got bored of it in the end. I remember the spirit tried to carry
on speaking to me, constantly mocking me and putting me down all the
time, but I just either told it to shut up or ignored it. Over the
years I either learned to live with it or sincerely believed that it
had gone, until recently.
I was telling my friend about my rather lively past when my
friend just happened to mention this spirits name. Suddenly I was
completely filled with fear at the mention of this name. I told my
friend what had happened and he suggested some ministry time. My
friend was in the middle of doing deliverance when suddenly I couldn't
speak or move. I felt a shudder on my back, then the next thing I
knew, the spirit had taken over and was using my voice. He said "She
must pay the price. It's all her fault. She belongs to me." I had
to really fight hard to regain control and b able to speak, and was
quite shocked for a while afterwards.
The Spirit was told that it was under the direct command of Jesus
Christ and to go where Jesus appointed it. We then went back into the
memory to see what had happened. It was while I was at the holiday
caravan park, I had gone for a walk and taken my brother with me. My
brother was really frightened and worried about me. My brother had
been a Christian for a good few years at this point and so basically,
I had rejected the help that Jesus had offered to me. I had to repent
of not asking anyone for help and also especially repent of not
accepting the help Jesus offered to me. We asked Jesus to cover that
area of my life with the cross and then again commanded the spirit to
leave and with that it just said "Ok. I was bored anyway," and went.
I have since found out that the pain my friends experienced in playing
with the board was probably demonic activity, So it just shows you
what a dangerous thing ouija boards can be.
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