I must ask them though, why would the devil be interested in using this game as a means, or a vehicle, to expose himself to our senses? Why not just simply expose himself if he so desired? What makes this a conduit of his exposition? If the answer is “we open the door, he walks in”, then how is this different from somebody simply sitting in a room with eyes closed and attampting to contact a loved one, or to ask for a sign of a future event?
The board itself is a tool. People make them out of paperclips and binder clips, paper, alphabets drawn on the floor, and probably dartboards or something like it. The reason it’s dangerous is that it has just that one purpose. You can put the binder clip back in the binder clip holder and tear that page out of the notebook. But what will you do with a piece of cardboard/particle board? You can’t peel off the alphabet side of it. It’s not useful as a teaching alphabet because of the strange font it uses. So you will be tempted to use it as it was designed as long as it’s there. People actually use the fact that they “happen” to have one as an excuse to use it. So if you throw it out and someone is dumpster-diving and finds it, he may decide that’s a sign he should use it.
How is this different then playing a little game such as saying to oneself, if the next licence plate I see begins with an odd number, it will rain on Saturday, if even it will be a delightful day? Instead of looking for a “yes” or “no” you look for and odd or even plate number. Am I openeing the door to satan if I play this little foolish game also?
Maybe I am ignorant of the game, but as I recall (I think my sister had one as a child) this is how it was played with.
My questions are genuine, not a mockery of those honestly concerned.
It may start with a child asking about the weather, but in most cases I know of (not every single one) it eventually, when everyone is vulnerable and off guard, spells out something flattering and begins promising people things like powers and secret knowledge. It reveals things no one touching the pointerr knew or had any reason to suspect (and I know how to tell fortunes, and no, nothing that obvious). It charms by changing its approach to keep the people from getting bored(

) with it. It’s smooth, unlike homemade ones, and the swish swish of the pointer on its little felt feet gets habit-forming to a lot of people, a small reinforcement. Soon it seems reasonable to start the day with a flattering or “encouraging” message from the board. You wake up and flop your hand on the pointer (officially called a Planchette) and say, “Who’s here this morning?” and something spells out. One day the message is not flattering but insulting. Like anyone who has been seasoned while vulnerable, you try to get it to like you again.
That’s when you’re hooked.
At first the flying things, pointers sliding to another letter after all hands are off it, predicted things and so forth are just part of what makes it exciting. You feel on the brink of discovering some truth about how things work and what it all means. It bonds you with other experimenters.
Then these are ordinary facts of life and don’t make anyone even look up anymore. You ignore te laws of science and the laws of the land in favor of doing whatever the board tells you to, because it threatens you and others a lot. Most people you know think less of you and don’t trust you, you are considered annoying, but you don’t care anymore. You want to please the entitity you have found through the board, and everyone else seems like a little puny thing that can’t intimidate you. You begin having the odd experiences with no board at all. People who come over to convince you it’s not real see things too. There is no one else there.
The constant fear and confusion begin making you feel you are losing your mind. You try to convince yourself it’s not real. you explain things away one by one. Then something happens just as you were about to get rid of it, that shocks you and convinces you it is real. By then several entities control your life and getting rid of the board doesn’t get rid of them.They will talk to you somehow. The other ways are much more violent so you make a new board and grow to be soothed again by its smooth motion. But you feel sick and worried all the time. You do whatever it says. You can no longer thing straight when you try to think on your own and you are actually happy to let your new masters control your mind and body, for you can’t remember how and the tension and fear in that are more than you ca take. The group has al become the same way. You periodically rvolt and try to banish them all, convinve yourselves it didn’t rally happen and get on with your lives. You get as far as starting to go to sleep feeling safe again when things happen to convince you it did happen and that you will be destroyed for trying to banish them.
Eventually you need help. Getting rid of
all communication with **every **deceiving entity snaps your mind right back to its original sanity and you feel better and more in control than ever before. But you have to ask God to do that for you. He will restore your mind, your body and most important your soul. I address this aside to everyone who is still trying to figure out how to get out.
I thank God for delivering me and for all the people He inspired to pray for me duirng my occult period – of which the board was just one part.