By Gary Val Tenuta

The following is a true story adapted exclusively for The Paranormal Report from the author’s ebook on CD, The Secret of Nine . It is a story about a series of Ouija board sessions which began much like many Ouija stories, recounting tales of communication with the spirits of the dearly – and some not-so-dearly – departed souls. This story, however, took a most unexpected turn when a list of strange words began to appear and suddenly the three participants – of which this author was one – found themselves fully immersed in a series of communications with ETs. Not dead, dearly departed ETs, mind you. No. These ETs were quite alive and well – thank you - living on a planet called Grek-5 in a dimension they described as being “…in your future time.” Sound strange? Improbable? Impossible? Unbelievable? Or was it all something quite different than what it appeared to be? Here’s Part-1 of the story. Decide for yourself.

It all began back in 1967. I was 21 years old. The place was the Servicemen’s YMCA in Long Beach, California. I had just recently left my home in Seattle and arrived in Long Beach as a fresh-out-of-boot-camp-sailor, and had spent my first lonely night aboard my new home away from home: the aircraft carrier, USS Yorktown. Long Beach was the homeport of this great, gray hunk of floating naval history and I was stuck there whether I liked it or not.

One afternoon I was granted liberty, which meant that I was free to leave the ship and I didn’t have to be back until 6 o’clock the next morning. I had been told there was a Servicemen’s YMCA in town and it was a good place to meet new friends. I was skeptical but I decided to try it. That’s where I met Tom.

As I look back on it now, it seems like one of those movies where the characters are destined to come together. Somehow, every little thing they’ve ever done in their lives has – without their knowledge – culminated in what they think at the time is just a chance meeting. Without going into the details of this chance meeting suffice to say the odd thing about it was the extraordinary number of things we had in common. It seemed a little weird. But just as weird was the dream Tom told me about. He’d had it just a month or so earlier.

That’s how Tom related his dream to me. We had no idea at the time how this strange dream would come up again in the near future and how it would play a major role in the experiences that were waiting for us down the road.

After that first meeting we got together whenever we could and within a couple of weeks you’d have thought we were brothers. And, in a sense, we were; brothers of the heart, brothers of the spirit; soul brothers, I guess some might say.

We shared a deep interest in things philosophical and we were both very much drawn to the teachings of Jesus. However, we also shared a sense that most organized religion had it all wrong. Exactly what it was they had wrong we weren’t sure, but we were on a quest for the Truth (whatever that was) and we knew we weren’t going to find it in the church. The spiritual bond between us grew ever stronger as our conversations delved ever deeper into philosophy, religion, reincarnation, ESP, and the like.

I remember one night at the “Y”, when one of these conversations lasted way into the wee hours. We were sitting in the locker room and it must have been around three o’clock in the morning. We had been in there for at least an hour, sitting on a bench near the door. It was the only door into or out of the locker room. We were into a heavy conversation about the Bible and in all that time we never saw a single person come in or go out and there was never a sound to indicate the presence of any other person. Mostly the conversation centered around the life and teachings of Jesus and for some reason we had just mentioned that phrase which says something about being visited by angels, unawares. In other words, sometimes a person might be visited by an angel disguised in the form of a human and not realize that it was an angel at all. At that moment, a young man in a Navy uniform comes walking past the end of the row of lockers, as if out of nowhere. He walks toward the door, stops, turns toward us and says, “You were talking about Jesus”.

Tom snickered. “Yeah, so?”

To which the guy replies, “That’s a good subject.”

Tom says, “Yeah. Sometimes.”

Then the guy says, “Shalom,” and walks out the door.

Tom and I just sat there looking at each other. It was weird. We both had the feeling that if we opened the door, we wouldn’t see hide nor hair of that young sailor. I think the reason we didn’t go look for him is because we didn’t really want to know! Were we visited by an angel, unawares? We don’t know. But maybe that’s the point. However, that’s just a little sidebar to illustrate the direction things were heading.

Two things happened next that were crucial to the unfolding of the story. One was that I made a brief trip back to Seattle to marry my fiancé, Edie. The other was that, during my brief stay in Seattle, Tom had acquired a Ouija board from a friend whose parents came across it while cleaning out their attic.

When Edie and I returned to Long Beach we rented an apartment. One day Tom brought the Ouija board over and – while none of us had any experience with a Ouija board - that little apartment on Orange Street became the stage for a series of the most intriguing, bizarre, frightening, amusing, and generally fascinating events of our lives.

THE FIRST SESSIONS

It started out as just silliness. None of us had ever really tried a Ouija board before. We just knew that some people claimed the little plastic planchette would move around on the board and spell out messages. So we tried it, asking silly questions like, “Will I be rich?” Will Tom find a girlfriend?” “Do I have any long lost relatives who are really rich?” The planchette would move around slowly and awkwardly and would seem to go to the YES or the NO and sometimes it seemed like it was trying to spell out some words but we couldn’t be certain because sometimes it would stop between letters instead of directly over them. But that was only when Tom and I were doing it. It was a whole different ball game when Edie was one of the participants.

What I didn’t know at the time, but later discovered, was that Edie’s grandmother, on her fathers side, was also given to such things. Perhaps it went back for generations. I don’t know. But when Edie put her hands on the planchette, it just zipped along, letter by letter, spelling out stuff so fast that a third person had to be taking notes.

The letters, of course, all ran together with no separation between words. They would seem to come in flurries and then stop, briefly. Then we would take a look at the string of letters that the third person had been jotting down and we would draw a line, separating out the words. For example:

GOODEVENINGMYNAMEISANNALEEWRIGHT, becomes:

GOOD / EVENING / MY / NAME / IS / ANNA / LEE /WRIGHT.

So who was Anna Lee Wright? In the nights to come, we found out and spoke to her several times.

Anna Lee Wright informed us that she had lived in England in the 1400’s and was beheaded for adultery. That was a bit unnerving but then came the real shocker. Supposedly, Edie was Anna Lee’s current incarnation! Actually, though, that’s a bit of a misnomer. As I recall, we questioned the reincarnation idea and we were informed that it wasn’t really a case of reincarnation, as such, but some other kind of a connection. Anna Lee was not clear on the subject, almost as if she, herself, didn’t quite understand it. My impression, however, was that it was some kind of a parallel universe phenomenon. The gist of it was that we all have counterparts, for lack of a better term, in the past as well as in the future, and it’s all taking place at the same time but separated by dimensional barriers.

Tom and I were told of our own counterparts of that time. I don’t remember what our names were but I remember that Tom was a musician in the King’s court. It seems odd, but for some reason I don’t remember anything I was told about myself.

We were absolutely beside ourselves. I had an adrenaline rush that wouldn’t quit. Of course we had no idea what was really going on here. This was beyond anything any of us had ever imagined. But it was only the beginning. In the many days and nights that followed, we talked to so many different personalities that I can’t remember them all. Some were boring, some were humorous. One, I recall, was very scared:

“WHERE IS MY MOTHER? HELP ME PLEASE! MY MOTHER! I CAN’T FIND MY MOTHER! SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME!”

The planchette moved almost frantically as it spelled out those words. Somehow we could sense the urgency of this cry for help. We tried asking questions to find out what was going on. It was a young girl. She was on an ocean liner and it was going down. That’s all we know because the communication stopped. It was a frustrating, helpless feeling. We sat back and wondered. Had we tapped into the sinking of the Titanic? We could only guess.

Then there were the visits from personalities more well-known; the poet, Robert Frost, for example. This was a particularly interesting and somewhat disturbing event – especially for Edie - as it apparently involved a full-blown bodily “possession”. And Edie’s body was the unwitting host.

(To be continued…)

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