PART 2 of 3
We met up quite early the next day. It had become a subject of deep fascination for us, even my cousin seemed to have recovered.
Things started quite quickly, a lot of it was the same problem as before. Random letters, circular motion and several times off of the board. Several times throughout this day we had brief contact with a male, I don’t recall his name or details. He would just join in and tell us something and maybe answer a question. It was like talking to somebody who is busy with something else. Whenever we talked with the man there would be frequent interruptions with the random letters and movements. Brendan believed that there were two spirits present.
The man at one point spelled out “not all people have souls”. I cannot recall how we responded, but he replied with “Jesus is one of these” and then left.
After a rest we tried again. After a while there was a “yes” response to Brendan and the message was for me. I remember the look of relief on my cousin’s face. It started off quite slow, certainly no drama. Her name was Mary, and she died as a young woman. Brendan asked what she wanted to tell me, it was “I am always with you”. I was rather stunned by that and asked, “like a guardian angel”. There was no response. Somebody asked, “can you help with some things”? That got a yes. A few suggestions were made, money got no response, but health got a yes. All was quiet and then her last message, “you have seen me before”.
Later that evening I was updating my mother, who by know was getting very interested in the whole thing. When I got to the seen me before part, we both realised what it was.
When I was nine, I got a serious post-surgical infection. It spread and reached my brain. My family were called in and told that all they “could do now, was pray.” My bed was beside a window on the top floor. I remember lying in bed frightened to move. My sense of balance had been damaged, and any movement caused severe dizziness and nausea. There was a nurse sitting beside me.
I recall the sunlight suddenly growing very bright, so bright it was hurting my eyes. Outside of the window, in these beams of light was the silhouette of a woman in a long dress. She started to wave at me, and I was waving back.
Since that that conversation with my mother, there has been no doubt in my mind that it was Mary at the window. Prior to that evening, it was a barely remembered incident with a no doubt delirious little boy. Ever since that conversation, my memory of the event is clear. It was sixty years ago but I even recall the nurse. She was nurse Burns, she was Welsh, and she had ginger hair.
One has only to mention Ouija boards for suspicions to come up, and with good reason. There were several times when the movements were both sudden and fast. All of us at times lost physical contact with the planchette. If it was being pushed, no single individual could be doing it. I have never doubted Brendan’s sincerity and I cannot imagine my cousin faking his moment of trauma.
After the first day, I still found it hard to believe. I planned that if we had more contacts, I would try to watch the others instead of the letters. As far as I could tell, they followed the planchette and were not looking ahead in order to spell. I have since used this method elsewhere and have caught two hoaxers with it.
