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Thursday, November 24th, 2005
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11:51 pm - Easter Egg
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A few of my posts have reffered to an incident having to do with a found Easter egg, I realized that some of you may not remember the story so I thought I'd retell it.
I'm too lazy tonight to retype it but I have this in my archives, it was taken from a chat text from years ago under an old chat name of mine:
CattBaby:My sister had moved out of the house (had just been sis, mom and I) and was off in New Mexico living with some guy... she had left a lot of her stuff there and it was all over the place in boxes.. most of the boxes she had taped up really tightly and they were stacked all over the place.. It was Easter Sunday and sis had already been gone from the house for many months..
CattBaby: my Mom was upset about it and didn't want any of her things moved out of the bedroom.... so... Easter Sunday morning Mom decides that its time to moce some of the stuff out into the garage I got in there with her to help and Mom took one look at the boxes and decided they wern't taped up right (you know how Mom's are) so she said we neded to rip them open and redo it all.. she pulled down the top box and set it aside... took down the second one and opened it...
CattBaby: right on the top of all this stuff in the box was a cold hen's egg
fresh and cold like it had only been out of the fridge a few minutes... sealed in the box
we both accused each other of doing it.. to this day we both swear we didn't.. besides.... how do you get an egg into a sealed box?
We laughed and laughed.... I finally realised that it was a practical joke.... had all the earmarks of something my grandpa Warmack would do... but he had been dead for years... we still talked about him a lot cause he was a neat man
CattBaby: get it? Someone hid an easter Egg for us we still talk about that one... I think of it nearly every easter
CattBaby: cool huh?
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| Saturday, November 19th, 2005
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5:59 pm - 10-17-05 My House in Arkansas
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I had told Amadeus all about my sessions with Max and the others, he seemed spooked and wouldn't say much but being who he is and obviously feeling left out, he began the tales of the spirits that he thinks infest his house and the games he's played with them and outloud conversations he's had with them (comeplete and utter bullshit I assure you).
He had, for the second time, given me a ring that had belonged to his birth-father, a man who had abandoned the family before he was even born and had been completely absent from his life until he found that he was dying then spend two weeks on the road in his 18-wheeler on trucking runs with him. The ring is cheap and unnatractive but it was something his father had worn then given to him as a peace offering and to be remembered but mostly as a link to his son.
I had felt weird about having it the first time around and was glad to return it to him when I broke up with him. It took more than a month before he offered it back to me and I reluctantly excepted it but felt even weirder about having it than I had before. It would only go on one of my fingers and it was tight so I'd worn it on a necklace the first time around. After I'd gotten home with it I slid it onto my finger and was washed over with very negitive sensations and ill-will. I felt that his father was extremely pissed off that I has this ring again and that he was deeply hurt that his son would so easilt pass it on to whatever slut/bitch/whore (sorry but that was the feeling) came along. He was clearly offended and I took it off as quickly as possible and would NOT wear it in anyway from there on.
Amadeus and I went out for the evening and I ended up giving it back to him at dinner and altho he seemed hurt by the return of the ring, I explained to him what I'd experienced. As a matter of fact, I'd felt his father urging me to "GIVE IT BACK TO MY SON!!!" all day as I'd carried it in my pocket and even in the ladie's room in the restroom when I took it out to look at it. I didn't want the damned thing anywhere near me for as much as another second.
I explained all of this to him and told him that his dad wanted him to stop throwing the ring away and to "stop giving it to fucking woman!" because it was meant for him... as a link and connection that had nothing to do with whomever he might be dating or screwing.
He slipped it on his finger and claimed to be getting all kinds of pains and getting angry and having all these negitive punishing emotions piled on him from his Dad and indeed that continued on for the rest of the meal. I dont know if it was really happening to him or if )as I suspect) he wants so badly to be spiritualy senstive that he goes thru the emotions/motions just for the drama of it all. I know for a fact that he's not the most mentaly stable person and that at least a portion is imagined.
Once in the car we became emtangled in traffic coming out of a Razorbacks game adn while stuck in the car with him he proceeded to talk, non-stop with his father whom he said was in the back seat with Max, claiming that his father had dubbed Max to be "that laughing hyena". It was an on-going and rediculous conversation complete with bursts of laughter and one-sided shouting matches. It became absurd and I just stared out the window while it went on.
We then went into Wal-Mart for something or another and he continued the LOUD conversation with the phantom father (yes, people stared) including fussing at him for saying naughty things about my figure and the lusciousness of my rear end... I kid you not. The whole thing was intensely bizarre and altho considering this journal and my general belief system, I should be the last one to denounce someone else's claims of communication with the dead... this whole thing was either him being psychotic or just him being whimsicle. Either way.... 5 minutes would of been mildly amusing but over an hour of it was so fucking annoying that I had violent urges that were barely controled.
So... the next day I bullied him into using the board with me. Just the thought of it frightened him so much that he was shaking... this from the man who claims to play cards with a cival war soldier and who holds jovial one-hour+ long conversations with his dead father and thinks nothing of it. I finally bullied him into it and low and behold, someone claiming to be his father came thru.
Altho it was in bits and pieces and had to be pieced together, he basicly had this one message "remember, I love you." Amadeus got to ask him many questions that he's had in his mind all these years, including details about the fight that led to his dad walking our the door and never coming back. I led his dad towards some questions about his regret for abandoning his family. He spelled out Amadeus' brothers name and I dont know if he wanted the "remember, I love you" to be passsed on to him too or if he was trying to make comment about being hurt that altho Amadeus dressed in a suit for the funeral, the brother hated the dad so severely that he wore jeans and a casual knit shirt.
Max came through, of course, and rattled on about the whole POODLE thing for a bit then Amadeus wanted to talk to him. I'd told him about the things that Max had said about disliking and mistrusting him and Amadeus is always wanting to please everyone and make everyone like him so he wasn't going to rest until he made Max like him too.
He asked Max, "So Max.... why dont you like me? I mean... *sigh*... what can I do to make you like me? Max spelled out, "Go Home". I nearly fell out of my chair laughing. I said in a sly voice, "So Max... what is it that you want to do with me that can't be done wirh him here?" and he said "Rest". I've learned that often when he says he wants to "rest" with me that he wants us to get into bed and watch a movie and "talk", plus Amadeus is noisy and hyper and indeed leaves me feeling a little tired, as I'm sure it does Max. Max is also super protective of me and doesn't ever want me getting overly stresses or worn out so the old "rest" demand is made of me pretty often.
Amadeus continued to try to make friends with Max by talking about music and trying to find bands that they both liked. It was pretty pathetic.
He agreed that using the board wasn't at all menacing or dark like he'd thought it would be but he seemed glad to get away from it and I doubt he'll ever want to use it again, which is fine.. he's spiritualy weak and I'm a little afraid that something nasty is going to latch onto him and he'll have a real problem.
But come on.... "what can I do to make you like me?" "go home"... how funny is that?
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5:18 pm - 10-8-05 Cadillac, Michigan
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Late on the night of my birthday we got out the board again. Max was strong, friendly and playful as usual. He says that he gets into bed with me sometimes (I had previously told him that he could) but I think it's mainly for movie watching.
He thinks that Johnny (Amadeus) is completely insane but admitted to being jealous of him and indeed having jealousy issues with any of my boyfriends. I can certainly understand this, it must be frustrating and sad to not be able to compete with living males and only have to hover nearby and watch them getting to touch me and be with me in a way that he cant.
Said again that he'll be with me forever. I said "yes well, husbands and boyfriends will always come and go but I can count on you to never leave me." He said "Yes"
Still is harping on the poodle issue and says that it's the only thing that will make him happy. I asked "So... if I get you this dog, what's in it for me?" he wasted no time in spelling out "d-o-g". We laughed and Katie said "Yeah Elissa.... what's in it for you is a DOG, duh!"
He says that I'll find a good man but it's going to be a log time. When asked how long he said about 4 years.
I asked him about a chat friend who died a few years ago , I wondered if Louis ever comes to visit me... it seems like he would because he was emotionaly needy and had feelings for me for many years. Max said that Louie had been around a bit but wasn't with me a lot. I asked him to tell Louis a few things next time he was near me and Max said he'd pass the message on.
I then asked him some things about our former schoolmates. Ends up that certain ones ended up being gay or bi, etc... just idle gossipy things that I'd wondered about.
Max said that he was glad that we were going back home altho it was fun taking a trip. He also said that he'd be with me on the flights. *note* It was amusing to me that 3 out of 4 flights left me with an empty seat next to me... or... was it?!*
He watched the cheesy movies with Katie and me and had a lot of fun laughing at them right along with us. Said he'll be with me watching the rest of the huge stack of nearly 50 dvd horror movies that I'd picked up while there.
Said that I was right about feeling Charlie (a cat I had for 18 years) jumping onto my bed and walking towards me once every few months. *note*I will destinctly feel a heavy cat (when no cats are in here) jump onto my bed and take a couple od strides towards me when I'm sitting at my computer and then the steps fade away. I've always felt that it was Charlie and I always say "Hey Charlie!" outloud when it happens. I was curious if my instinct was on track.*
Last time we "chatted" with Max he'd go all goofy and just keep going "G-G-G-G-G-...." and I had thought that he was just being a pill but this time Katie figured out that he was doing it after making a funny comment or when one of us had and that perhaps it was him indicating that he was laughing or grinning or giggling. We asked and he seemed relieved that one of us was finally GETTING IT and said that was exactly it. Sometimes he uses another letter repeated over and over but "G-G-G..." seems to be the most common one.
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4:37 pm - 10-4-05 Cadillac, Michigan
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10-4-05 Cadillac, Michigan
We started the session out by my asking "Is anyone there?" and when the answer came back with the planchet sliding over to the "NO" in the upper right hand corner, I knew we had Max. Always the smartass and always loving a laugh, he got what he loves as ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) badfae and I giggled.
When asked, he said that he'd been with me when I had gotten my tongue pierced a day or so earlier and that he was having a good laugh at the expense of my severely swollen tongue and my attempts to talk and eat around it.
He said that he's with me "a lot" and that he will be with me for the rest of my earthly life due to my need for protection. Katie's husband Beau was using the board with us that night and he confronted Max on all of this, feeling that Max shouldn't be staying with me but going on to his own spiritual destiny but Max was insistant and when it was brougt up that I need a great deal of protection, Beau seemed to understand and dropped the topic although he later refered to Max as my "neitherworld stalker", which cracked me up a little but I dont think Max liked it much.
When we had been watching on of the movies (a simply dreadfully dubbed Italian horror movie) the night before, I was on the floor, laying on my side. I kept falling asleep but I'd be woken by the feeling of someone behind me rocking my body forwards and back, my eyes would snap open, I'd try to watch but would, within seconds, fall asleep again and the rocking would happen again. Finally I gave up and went to bed.
I had my suspicions about the being woken thing so I asked him if he had been laying on the floor behind me during the movie, I got a "Yes". Then I asked if that was him rocking my body to wake me, again I got a "yes".
We talked about his illness again and we narrowed it down to this, it *was* a blood related illness although it was NOT the one that I'd looked up the night before.
He said that he liked Katie's neighbor's dog and played with it some. The dog's name, oddly enough, is Max.
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I dont feel like I should go all into it since in a way it was not all my experience but much more Beau's(Katie/badfae's husband), but that night his mother came through and I ended up having what I can only describe as a medium type experience. I'm not going to say that I channeled her exactly, I always open a ouija session by stating that no one is allowed to enter my body, so his mom seemed to find a loophole and instead surrounded me very tightly and caused me to see things that I was to tell him.
Sometimes it was a picture of something and sometimes it was words given to me in a non-visual and non-verbal way. It's very hard to describe. It was one of the oddest and most amazing experiences of my life. My breathing would change, I would feel smothered and like I was being wrapped in a heavy heavy bearskin rug. When she'd back off of me my body temp would immediately return to a very comfortable normal level.
At one point she even gave me extreme pain in my forehead and behind my right eye. I knew nothing about this woman so I found it a little awkward to say all of these things but I knew I had to. I mentioned the pain and it ended up that she had suffered from headaches and eye pain that resulted in the removal of her eyes.
When she first entered the house I could feel her, I knew she was female, there for Beau and her sadness was poured on me in a such a way that I broke down in tears and knew the type and source of emotional agony. I think that she and Beau got some important things out in the open and after the very intense and heavy duty encounter, they both went away with a feeling of healing, relief and some smiles. I felt like I'd done something important... or more to the point, served an important role because really I was just a tool that got grabbed up and used. I dont know that I could handle doing that very often but I'm so glad that it happened to me at least that once.
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| Friday, November 18th, 2005
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6:21 am - 9-28-05 Cadillac Michigan
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Max came thru 3 times total tonight.
While we were talking to him I asked him for something that involved a date, it seems to bore him when I ask him tedious questions about such things and he was moving uncharacteristicly slowly and I could sense that he was huffing and rolling his eyes as he dutifuly answered my question. I asked him "Hey Max, do you think that you could POSSIBLY move any slower?" And immediately the pointer slowed down so much that it was almost standing still. Of course this got a laugh out of the two of us (badfae and myself.)
He still couldn't spell well with the board and he got so frustrated that he tried to leave and I said, "are you mad at me?" to which he answered, "Yes" but upon further questioning it came out that he was frustrated and embarrassed about not being able to work the board properly that night. *note* Max is a perfectionist, he was and still is someone who pays great attention to detail and if he can't do something right then he'd just as soon not do it at all. When he mispells something he compulsively spells it again even if I understood it just fine, out of a sense of wanting to do it RIGHT.* We talked him into staying, telling him that we understood that the gibberish wasn't his fault and that we would be patient with him and try to ask "yes or no" type questions to make it easier on him. He stayed.
I asked if he ever visits the other "kids" from our school days and he said he did but spends most of his time with me. When I asked for a number of times a week that he comes to be with me he answered, "25". He says that he's fond of being with me at night because I'm usually up all night when most everyone else he knows is sound asleep. He likes to watch over my shoulder when I'm chatting online and gets a kick out of my absurd conversations with some of these morons who IM me.
When I asked him what I could do in my home to make him happier, more confortable, better entertained etc he answered that he wants me to get a dog (a poodle like what he had in life). I asked him "don't you think my 4 cats are going to object to that? He said "no" and that garnered an "oh yeah RIGHT, Max!" uut of me.
I told him that altho I remembered him being tall, fit, blonde, blue-eyed and exceptionaly hot, I couldn't remember an exact face. Over the years his image in my mind has become hazy and I struggle to hold on to the few bits that I have left. I asked him, hesitantly if it would be possible for him to somehow get a photo of himself into my possesstion. He answered by very quickly moving the pointer so that the little round window on it was perfectly possitioned over the smileing sun face in the upper lefthand corner. We got it... that's him.. the smiley face, picture of light and joy. *note* It occured to me recently that the sun also looks like an orb and infact, the one I use for his icon here (scanned from an insert that was in the box when I purchased mine) shows a semi-transparent sun... oh so much like an orb!
It has been noticed that in keeping with his seeming anal retentiveness, he's always very very exact with the pointer, possitioning it perfectly over letters and numbers. There's rarely a time when he's sloppy or off his aim.
I asked him what he died of and he was trying very hard to tell us but whatever interferance that was keeping all the people spirits from being able to use the board at times was also that night keeping him from being able to spell out an answer to this question. I asked if it was Lukemia, which I had always suspected for some reason, he gave a slow "no" which tends to mean (when he's slow to go to yes or no) that it's sort of a no but not quite. He did say that it was somethign he was born with (when questioned) and finally he resorted to saying "n-a-n-a-n-a-n-a" over and over. badfae asked him if that was the initials of the illness and he answered in a very relieved "yes".
I asked him to just give me the initials ONCE so that I knew which letter came first. He slowly and precicely, as if talking to someone very young or someone very old.. "n-a.... 1". badfae smiled and said: "he's saying NA... once, as in, he said it once like you asked." Max, always a smartass. I promised him that I'd look it up later and try to figure it out and we tried to talk to other people but he kept coming back over and over and I could tell he was basicly pacing the floor and wanting us to go look it up NOW so I asked him as much and he gave a big fast "YES". So I told he and badfae to follow me and away we went to the computer room to look it up.
I had a great deal of trouble finding anything that looked right. I finally found something that was under "N" on a medical site but I dont know why it was there, the name of the illness was "Adrenoleukodystrophy". It was a childhood illness which was present at birth and it sounded pretty nasty and deffinatly fatal. We went back to the board and I asked him if that was it and he slowly, with a feeling of resignment went to "yes" but I could tell he didn't know how else to lead us to it and was willing to just give it the hell up for the night.
He said that he loves watching cheesey horror movies with me so I invited him to watch them with us later that night, he said he would... altho I'm sure he would of even if not invited.
I brought up a rather nasty incident from my married days when I would be home alone all night while Chris worked, I had leaned in to close my living room window late one night and as I did a horrible ghostly moan came thru my screen and got right in my face. It shook me up and still makes my stomach flip when I recall it. I asked Max if that had been him messing with me (hopeing that it wasn't). He said "yes' but it it really slowly and sheepishly which I've come to find out is usually him giving a false answer just to kid with me. Then he admitted that it certainly was not him because he'd never do anything to purposely frighten me. *note* In truth he seems to have a code of ethics that he sticks too pretty carefully which would prevent him from causing me any spiritual, physical or psychological harm.*
I asked him if he was able to physically interact with me and he said "yes" but that he won't do it because he'd never do anything that might potentialy frighten me. I then asked him "If I buy a board when I get home, will you come talk to me with it?" He said he would and I felt that he was actually pretty happy about the prospect.
I asked him if he was the one that hid the Easter egg and he confirmed Grandpa's accusation. Another mystery solved!
*note* I'm sure there were other people that came thru that night but I didn't write them down... he must of been the main one that came to talk to me.*
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| Thursday, November 17th, 2005
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12:53 am - First Talking Board Usage In Michigan With badfae
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The first night that badfae and I used her tattered old Ouija board, we had no shortage of visitors, most of them being relatives and friends, they were very diplomatic and took turns, one for her and one for me then another for her etc. The first tom come in was someone for me. I'd never met him but he was a relative and a seemingly sweet one. Here are my notes from that encounter:
Eugene Warmack
1913 (died) he was 12 y/o
Bob (father) Somantha (possible mispelling - mother) He tried spelling her name with a '5' instead of an 'S' and it cracked us up and seemed to embarrass him.
From Tennesse
Dies from illness
4 kids in the family(at the time of his death) including him
We shooed Puck off of the table and Eugene seemed to think we were trying to shoo him away and he quickly went to "goodbye". We explained that we weren't trying to get rid of him,only the cat and asked him to stay. He had nothing much to say but wanted to take his oppurtunity to say "hi". He had the air of a very sweet innocent kid and I loved him immediately. We both thought he was brave for coming there to her house and talking to someone he didn't know. Neat kid.
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Max showed up and just wanted to let me know that he still loves me and is still around. I asked him if he liked Johnny and he said a very emphatic "NO" then gave me a "YES" to my question of whether or not I should dump him. Altho the convo was brief I know there was more to it than this... maybe badfae can fill in some blanks.
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Then my Granny and Grandpa Warmack came thru... Grandpa was doing the talking but I knew Granny was there egging him one, telling him things to say and probably refusing to actually move the planchette herself (that was just the way she was):
G&G dont like my stepmother Sandy because she's a flake just like Wayne Junior (my dad). They dont like Johnny either altho they liked Chris when he wasn't being a jackass. I had, just that afternoon, told Badfae the tale of The Chicken Shit Red Nail Polish (Grandpa had used that phrase when helping Granny describe the color of some nail polish she'd purchased for my sister and me.) So I asked if he'd heard me telling that tale, he had. Then he proceeded to try to spell out "chicken shit"... badfae picked up on what he was saying before he finished. It made us both laugh.
Then Grandpa spelled out "p-a-n-a-n-a" and I figured out he was saying "banana" and it ended up that he wanted me to make him a banana sandwhich, which is something he used to love. When I was a kid I'd made one of them for myself when I was hungry and he was at work and Granny bwas napping. I couldn't remember if it was suppossed to have mayo or mustard on it and used mustard. It was... interesting. So I said "with mayo instead of mustand.. right?" and I could feel him chuckle and got a "yes". And for the record... In promised him that I would make it and asked if Wonder was ok instead of Hollywood brand bread, he said "yes" so when I got back home I damn well made the sandwhich and put some peanuts with it cause he always loved them and left it on the table when I left to go somewhere one day.
They watch Lori (my sister) and myself and pretect us whenever they can. They said that I was right about them being the ones that protected me from molten flying glass shards one day in my old apartment (there's a whole tale there) and that the cold basketball sized energy that I felt over my right shoulder one night while making spaghetti was indeed Granny. She made the worlds best spaghetti and took her time making it and there I was making crappy, quick, shipshod sauce. She was a little disapointing in me, considering that I'd been taught how to make it the RIGHT way!
Granny doesn't like the fact that I have a tattoo but appriciated the fact that it has to do with her adn Grandpa and thinks the design is pretty.
When one of my cats dies I always say a little prayer and ask that they get cared fro by Granny and Grandpa so I asked if they really are caring for them, he said they are. He also said that he hadn't known about Eugene in life but had met him there that night during the session. Eugene seems to of been an uncle that Grandpa never met due to Eugene passing so young.
I asked Grandpa if he had been the one who hid the easter egg... I was possitive that it was him but he surprised me by saying no. Badfae suggested that perhaps it had been Max who did it and I don't remember who told us... might of been Grandpa... but we found out that indeed it had been Max. I was surprised but then again... it was very Max to of done that.
They were sweet and funny and I felt bolstered after talking to them.
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Then my Grandma Tootie came in and typical to her personality, she made it brief and nonsentimental. She tried to leave after just a few words and I made her stay teasing her that as usual she had no time for fannying about and was hurrying off to to more imposrtant things. She said that she's pretty busy watching after Grandpa and Aunt Pat. She knew that I was making Pat a pillow out of one of Tootie's quilt pieces and seemed ok with that. I asked her if she really was the hawk that (after her death) followed Grandpa around when he was outside working, staying on nearby branches and watching him intently, she said "yes". I also got an affirmitive to asking her if she really was chasing me around the house one day (again shortly after her death) when I'd come to her house to visit Grandpa. She wouldn't even let me go pee without coming into the bathroom with me and was super mischievious and playful to a point to where I mentioned it to Mom and Grandpa and was whispering to her to cut it out.
PS Katie.. if you have anything to add to these encounters then please do and I'll edit. Also.. I'd love to see you write out your encounters too.. they were fascinating. You know some very interesting and sometimes funny, dead people. :)
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| Monday, November 14th, 2005
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5:15 am - Profile Falsehood
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If you've read Max's interest in his profile you may of noticed the inclusion of "hot sex". Tonight I "logged on" to the board looking for him to ask him some of the details for the profile like D.O.B. etc. I asked him what he'd like to add to the interests and he pretty much said that he couldn't care any less about the profile in general. I pushed him to give me some of his favorite things and he proclaimed "HOT SEX". I reminded him that he had been a virgin upon his passing so what the hell would he know about "hot sex" but typed it into the profile anyhow. He then quickly said "JOKE!" and I think it embarrassed him a bit that I left it in but that'll teach him to get sassy with me. :P
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| Sunday, November 13th, 2005
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11:49 pm - But Let's Start At The Begining, Shall We?
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While in Michigan badfae and I dragged out her battered old ouija board that she'd been using sheerly as decoration. She and I both had limited experience with talking boards but we were both anxious to try it out now that we were together. We're both open-minded and have strong spirits so we felt safe.
My one and only experience with one had been with several woman that I felt safe with and it was a wonderful experience. During that one experience an old schoolmate of mine, Max had shown up. I'd had such a crush on that boy... probably my first real "grown up" feelings for a male but I was so shy that I never let him get closer than arm's length. He was funny, smart, sexy, cute in a tall pale blonde way. He listened to heavy metal, read karate magazines and was all boy but then he'd turn up at school (a very small private christan school) with his poodle, showing off her painted nails and new hair do.
One Valentine's day he came to school with gorgeous silk roses that he'd crafted himself, he gave one to pretty much all of the high school girls (there were only about a dozen kids in the high schoool portion) and also for the female teachers but none for me. He offered me an apology saying that he felt like he hadn't known me long enough to offer me something that potentialy fraught with meaning. badfae commented, after getting to know him a bit, that perhaps he didn't give me one because it would of actually *meant* something real as to where it was just a nice little token with the other females.
This school was a "work at your own pace" type school and it was perfect for those of us with emotional and/or physical limitations. Lots of us weren't able to operate within the public school system (for various reasons) and this school was a last hope/last ditch effort for a lot of us. Max was full of energy and enthusiasm, loving the fact that I laughed like a fool at nearly every goofy thing he did and said... I was the perfect audience for him, much to the disgust of the other students who warned me on the first day "dont laugh at him, Elissa... it will only encourage him!"
I was soon told that he was enrolled at that school because there were going to be periods when he wouldn't be able to actually attend... as one teacher told me, 'Max is a very very ill boy." He was 16 and I was 14 when we first met and I think there was an instant attraction, in the purest sense of the word. I never knew what he was ill with but after the following summer he failed to return to school and there were wisperings that he was too sick to come back and was hospitalized. I don't remember the details but it seems to me that there was a day when the word came down to us that he's passed away... I remember women and girls crying, an older boy punching a doorframe in grief and anger and a lot of kids with their heads on their desks in their own bubble of disbelief and sadness.
I saw Max once that summer, I had gone to the grocery store with my Grandpa Warmack but opted to wait in the car while he ran whatever little arrend we'd been sent out on. Then, crossing right in front of the car, only feet from me, was Max and his mother. He had matured a bit in the months we'd been apart and I remember being washed over with shyness and awe and want. I wished so much that he'd looked up and seen me, I wished too that I'd had the courage to open my window and say hello... but I didn't. That was my last glimps of him and it's forever stored in my failing memory... just a quick snapshot of him, blurred by time but still there none the less.
About 4 years ago I attended an all fem slumber party with some fellow LJers and one of the brought a ouija board. We fired it up that night, I said that I refused to use it because they were evil and frightened me. Something nagged at me to do it anyhow and I ended up saying that I would as long as we could light white candles and say some special "prayer" of protection before we started it. They agreed and my life and the way I see the spirit world changed forever.
Max came thru and altho I hadn't and indeed *couldn't* ever forget him, I hadn't deeply thought about him in a long time and when he spelled out his name we were all confused, none of us knowing a "Max B".... then it dawned on me. Here is the old journal post about it if you dont remember it and want to catch up.
In short, he wanted to send me "love" and just let me know that he's with me quite a bit of the time and cleared up some questions in my head. He told me that he was the one that some people had seen kneeling next to me when I had my web cam on one late night alone in my apartment. That and a few other mysteries in my life suddenly made sense. I felt relieved and warmed by the late but sincere romantic sentiment.
The first night that badfae and I used the board at her house, Max was there, as silly and strong and loving as ever. He continued to show up every single time we opened the board and even today when I (finally!) talked Amadeus into stop being a pussy and use it with me... there was Max (altho I specifficly asked him to come talk to me). I took notes after each of badfae's and my sessions but those sessions would generaly go on for HOURS and many many wonderful people came thru (alway people who were related to us or people we'd known in life, with only 2 possible exceptions) so I only kept notes on the ones that came thru to talk to me speccifficly.
For posterity and general interest I'm posting them here, as I jotted them in my notebook. I have begun using a tape recorder to capture my ouija sessions and this has freed me up quite a bit, making the sessions smoother and now I can have the other-worldly chats saved in their entirty to share with you guys.
So, the posts will start with me filling giveing the basic notes from my Michigan uses and then on to notes from here at home then full transcripts. Bear with me as I get my notes posted here.
Love and Poodles (that will make full sense later),
-Elissa-
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