How To Overcome It
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 rumours 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:
"Hello Debbie." I said,
"What can we do for you?"
"PASS THE DOPE"
"Pardon? Did you say 'pass the dope'
"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
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
"Ok. You say that there is dope in
this house. Could you tell me where it is please?"
"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?"
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?"
"You're joking! There's no way that
there's any dope under that chair. No one sits in it but me Debbie and I
don't use the stuff. Ok. Don't bother answering that. Let me check and
prove you wrong Ok?"
With that, I put down my notes and moved
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
"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
"Oh? Didn't you know? I lost one a
few years back."
"Really? Ok. Can I try something
"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
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
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.
..and proof of your own can be gleaned in
this way just as easily as it did me. I'll show you how to get it too.
I Thank you for your time
About the Author
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 astral plains, other-worldly beings (aliens) as well as with
those from inter-dimensional existences 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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