By Gary Val Tenuta

The following is Part-4 of a multi-part 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-4 of the story. Decide for yourself.

RETURNING TO THE SCENE OF THE BATTLE

To recap where we left off in Part-3, I was describing what happened the night we received this Ouija board message: HELL IS MY PALACE. I AM AT YOUR DOOR. LET ME IN. Then the glass encased candle on the table shattered and we were told a “battle between the forces of good and evil” was about to take place in our apartment and that we should leave. We eventually ended up at the Service Men’s YMCA where we demonstrated the Ouija board for the organization’s director and his assistant. During that demonstration the board told us the battle was over and it was safe for us to return home.

The walk home took about twenty minutes. As we walked we wondered what we would find when we got there. I had visions of the whole apartment looking like it had been ravaged by a tornado. That would be the ultimate proof that something, indeed, had taken place.

By the time we reached the apartment it must have been three or four o’clock in the morning. The three of us, and our faithful canine companion, gazed upward toward the door of our second-floor apartment. We looked at each other and laughed nervously as we slowly climbed the stairs. The suspense was building with each step we took.

“Well. Are you ready?” I asked as I slipped the key into the latch.

I pushed the door wide open and we stood there staring into the living room. My visions of mass destruction vanished like waking up from a bad dream. We walked inside and looked around and laughed. There was nothing different than when we vacated in a panic several hours earlier. There was a sense of relief and some disappointment at the same time.

Had anything happened at all? Was any of this… any of this… for real? Or had we simply let our imaginations get the better of us? Today I ask myself, if I had it to do over again, knowing how it turned out last time, would I leave the apartment or stay to see what would happen? I really don’t know. All I can say is - as insane as it may sound now - it seemed like the only sane thing to do at the time.

GREK-5: THE Alien CONTACT

“What?” I asked.

“You’re not going to believe this.” he said.

“What? What is it?” I prodded.

He shook his head as if to deny to himself whatever it was he had just realized.

“What?” I asked again.

“I think I know what that is.” He paused. “In fact, I’m sure of it.”

“What what is? What’re you talking about?”

“Grek. That was the word in my dream.”

“What dream?”

“Remember, I told you about that dream I had about hiding behind some big rocks and we were shooting at people riding by on horseback?”

“Oh, yeah. I remember. So, what are you getting at?”

“Remember, in the dream I yelled, ‘Look out! The somethings are coming!’, but I couldn’t remember what the word was?”

“Yeah.”

“It was the Greks! ‘Look out! The Greks are coming!’ “ He was serious but then he laughed as he realized how crazy it sounded.

“Are you kidding me?” I asked, not yet sure that he wasn’t just pulling my leg.

Still realizing how insane it sounded, he insisted that was the word he hadn’t been able to remember. “I’m serious!” he said. “I know it sounds crazy, but that’s what the voice shouted out in my dream.”

He convinced me. I knew Tom well enough to know when he was kidding around and when he wasn’t. He wasn’t kidding.

“Okay. Well let’s try it again.” I said, anxious to see what would happen. “Ask if that was the word that was in your dream.”

“You ask it!” he said.

I laughed. “Okay,” I said.

We put our fingertips lightly on the planchette. I asked the question aloud. “Is Grek the word that Tom heard in the dream he told me about?”

The planchette began to move. I anticipated that it would go to the YES which is printed in the upper left corner of the board, or to the NO which is in the opposite corner.

We were surprised, however, when it spelled out: SPECTOR. Then it paused and spelled out: MIND.

We looked at each other. This was familiar.

Then it spelled: YOU, and then: EARTH, and then: GREK. Then, as before, it went to the center of the board, turned, in a very deliberate manner so that it was pointed toward the bottom of the board, and moved straight down to the 5.

We were puzzled. I asked again, “Is Grek the word that was in Tom’s dream?”

The planchette continued to move now in it’s usual circular motion. It spelled out another word: SPECTOR-1. When it went to the 1, it did not use the same kind of rigid, deliberate motion as when it went to the 5. It simply moved in the normal manner.

Then another word: GOD. And it continued, pausing after each word:

TIME. LOVE. PAX. SPECTOR 11. XESTAO. GOD-9. FIRSON. LASON. HABITON. KNOWLEDGE. BABION. DIX.

None of this made any sense to either of us.

“Are these words supposed to mean something to us?” I asked.

Again the planchette responded:

SPECTOR. MIND. YOU. EARTH. GREK-5. SPECTOR-1. GOD. TIME. LOVE. PAX. SPECTOR-11. XESTAO. GOD-9. FIRSON. LASON. HABITON. KNOWLEDGE. BABION. DIX.

We wrote the words down and tried again. The result was the same; the exact same words in the exact same order. We organized them in the form of a list in the order in which they came. It seemed like a puzzle of some kind; nineteen words, always in the same order. Some were in English and some were not but we didn’t know what they were.

We took up the challenge, trying to make some sense of this puzzle. We woke Edie from her nap and told her what had been happening. We showed her the list of nineteen words and the three of us tried to see what we could make of it. We noticed that some of the words looked almost like Latin. Tom was pretty sure, for example, that PAX was Latin for the word “peace”. We also noted that the eighth word on the list was TIME and that the figure 8 is a symbol for eternity. The thirteenth word, GOD-9, was interesting in that the 9th word was LOVE, making it reminiscent of the concept that God is Love.

The more we examined the puzzle, the more we saw. Or were we just reading things into it? For instance, the seventh word was GOD. The number seven is considered a holy number. GREK-5 was, appropriately enough, the fifth word. Still, what did it all mean, if anything?

(At this point, I want to inform the reader that this is not an entirely accurate recounting of the nineteen words as they were presented to us. The words we are uncertain of are numbers 14, 15, and 17. Regarding numbers 14 and 15, Tom seems to have some recollection of them being something like “food” and “shelter”, or some words representing those concepts. On the other hand, he does agree with me that the words FIRSON and LASON were, indeed, given to us at some point during this “vocabulary” session. At the same time, I also recall the “food” and “shelter” discussion, but cannot recall how they fit into the list, if at all. Regarding the word, KNOWLEDGE, we’re sure it is in the correct place on the list, but we cannot recall the actual “Grek word” which was used to represent that concept.)

After about three hours we had exhausted our collective wits. Finally, someone suggested we try the board again. This time Edie and I put our hands on the planchette. It began to move the instant we touched it. We didn’t even have a chance to ask a question. It simply said:

“WELCOME SPECTORS. YOU HAVE PASSED THE TEST.”

 (To be continued in Part-5: “I AM GURO SPECTOR”)

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