By KEN KORCZAK
College buddies drop acid and conjure a “Nature God” with Ouija board. A true story of paranormal adventure
(Author’s note: This is Chapter 3 of my forthcoming book, “Secrets of the Lost Ouija Board Files.” It documents my 50+ years of Ouija board use. This chapter stands alone, but readers who wish can gain more context if they visit and Chapter 1 which I have presented here on my Medium site.)
Today I want to tell you about different kind of Ouija adventure that occurred during my college years.
The following events took place somewhere not long after the now-infamous “demon session” with our quest to contact The Doors frontman Jim Morrison. You can read that free-access installment here on Flying Saucer Journalist: Jim Morrison and the Kax Demon.
As you will soon see, the story you about to read here takes a bizarre and unexpected turn.
So here is what happened:
One Saturday evening, a group of six of my best college buddies stopped by my dorm room. They had all dropped a “brand” of acid called Orange Sunshine just before their visit. Since I had become somewhat known on campus for my work with the Ouija Board, my pals said they wanted to borrow my Board to run a session while they were tripping.
I decided I could not resist the opportunity to see these crazy guys attempt some Ouija channeling while in a radically altered state of mind. For the record, I DID NOT drop acid! I was never into that kind of thing. I didn’t even drink alcohol nor had I ever smoked a joint. That has remained true for the rest of my life.
So, I can assure you that I was a sober observer of the following events.
My friend Stu, (whom you will remember is the guy with the infected thumb you met in Chapter 2) and another friend, Bill (whose nickname was Goose) took their places at the Ouija board and opened a conversation. It bears that Stu and Goose were tripping fantastically on LSD.
With some minimal assistance from me on best usage of the Ouija board, I was surprised when they quickly contacted an entity that identified itself as a “minor nature god.”
This “god” or “nature spirit” professed to hold command of a small plot of forest in a remote region of 15th Century Spain. In other words, Stu and Goose has established a connection with an entity that was focused within a time period about 500 years before the present day.
From what I could tell, this entity was indeed a “god,” but only held sway within the confines of the tiny forest realm it inhabited. I was instantly fascinated. I remember musing at the time that “Nature Spirit” or “Elemental” might be a better description of this being.
Anyway, after some basic chit-chat with this Nature Spirit, Stu and Goose really started to launch into their psychotropic journey. This inspired then to concoct a bizarre story for the entity. They decided to tell the Nature Spirit that they were both “Forest Goblins.” They asked this Nature Spirit if he knew of any storehouses of fairy eggs that might be found within its little wooded sphere of influence.
The nature spirit answers seemed evasive, in my view. It would only state that “a wide variety of creatures” lived within its realm, and that all these creatures were under its protection. Stu and Goose then told the Nature Spirit that, as forest goblins, they needed to obtain fairy eggs. They said they wanted to incubate and hatch them — and then raise these fairy hatchlings as their own children.
The overarching plan, they said, was to eventually merge the fairy genetic line with the forest goblin line to enhance the mutual existence of both. (I’ll remind you yet you again — they were tripping hard!)
Surprisingly, the nature god expressed interest in Stu and Goose’s bizarre plan. It asked Stu and Goose to explain the concept of genetics further. Goose, who was a biology major, launched into a lecture on genetics. However, the situation quickly began to deteriorate because he and the other guys really started to become affected by the powerful psychotropic chemicals rattling around in their brains.
As I stood by in bemused detachment, the guys formed a circle around the board. They all placed their hands on the planchette and began a bizarre chant of nonsense syllables much like speaking in tongues — except for one of the guys, whose name was Brent.
For some reason, Brent was loudly singing The Jean Genie, a song by British rock star David Bowie. I speculated that the title of the song, Jean Genie, reminded Brent of the subject of genetics. Anyway, as Brent sang and the others babbled in tongues, Goose suddenly evinced an extremely rigid posture. He stood bolt upright and with his eyes popped wide.
It was as if he went into a deep trance. Even though he was on his feet, his hands were still on the Ouija Board. It was as if an electrical current was coursing through the board and surging into his body. Goose appeared to be locked in a struggle with a pulsating force within himself. Then, abruptly, Goose picked up the board, ripping it away from everyone else.
-> He held the Ouija over his head with both hands!
-> His head tipped backwards, exposing a bulging Adam’s apple in his throat!
-> Then he screamed at the top of his lungs! A wild, lusty wail!
-> Then, bringing the board down and clutching it to his chest, Goose bolted out of my dorm room!
Certainly, the scene had grown chaotic. Everyone was screaming and yelling and acting bizarrely. I ran out the door after Goose. My first thought was to get my Ouija Board back, but then I thought:
“I should follow him to see where he goes and what will come of this.”
Goose seemed viscerally connected to the board, and not just physically, but as if some manner of esoteric energy channel was flowing between him and the Ouija. He sprinted out of the dorm building. Goose took all six floors down to the lobby in great leaping strides using the steps of the fire exit. Once outside in the parking lot, he legged it double-time, just running in any random direction, I assumed.
I hopped on my bicycle to chase and follow. It was just starting to get dark outside. Goose ran through the streets of our Midwest college town like a madman! I followed him to a downtown area where he found an isolated place in a narrow space between two buildings. He sat down there and began a back-and-forth conversation with the Ouija Board.
I kept a discrete distance while trying to stay as close as possible. As best I could hear, Goose was babbling mostly gibberish, although it appeared he was communicating, or thought he was communicating to someone or some “thing” on the “other side” of the Ouija. After a few minutes, he jumped up again and ran to the end of the street.
A lot of water standing around because heavy rain had passed through earlier in the day. At one point, I was amazed to see Goose get down on his hands and knees to lap up some puddle water like a dog!
And yet, he kept his hands on the board at all times. Refreshed by his nip of sidewalk puddle vintage, Goose sprang forward and ran off into the waxing darkness of the evening. I followed him to a park where there is a small inner-city lake. I was the only other person in the park to witness the bizarre rituals of my friend, Goose.
It was getting weird.
Goose held the board above his head and waded into the water up to his knees and then started doing a strange rhythmic dance, jumping on one foot, then the other. He was chanting or, I guess, speaking in tongues. Then he got out of the water and danced around some trees. He performed an array of exotic antics — it looked to me like some form of symbolic pagan nature worship.
His clothes were soggy wet, and his shoes were covered with greasy muddy muck and moss.
Indeed, there was more to this eerie scene in the park — but to move this strange tale along — I’ll just say that Goose finally desisted from his gyrations and ran with the Ouija Board back into town. He made his way back to our college campus. His energy seemed boundless! I was glad to have my bike to keep up with him.
Our small college sported a small, rather humble movie theater on campus grounds. On this night, the university cinema club just happened to be presenting the 1968 classic, violently macabre film, Night of the Living Dead — the original black-and-white version about zombies lusting after a meal of human flesh.
This movie, directed by George Romero, spun off several additional movies and was the inspiration for the incredibly popular The Walking Dead television series which premiered on Halloween Day, 2010. Interestingly, upon entering the theater, Goose appeared to be making a concerted effort to act normal, despite the unusual fact that he was holding a Ouija board.
Since this was a movie presented by the college UPC (University Performance Council), it was free to students, and so there was no need for Goose to stop and purchase a ticket. Clutching the Ouija Board, Goose proceeded right past the concessions and inside the theater to watch the movie.
I followed. I selected a seat two rows behind Goose. As he watched the classic horror flick, Goose was sitting rigidly with the board on his lap, his hands resting flat on top of it. At times, his hands played around on the board, as if he was a blind man reading Braille. After several more minutes, Goose straightened up and displayed an even more rigid posture. The strange and gruesome movie must have added to the freaky effects of his acid trip.
Then: Goose jumped up, stood bolt upright, raised the Ouija board over his head and then snapped the Ouija board in half with a thundering crack! Everyone in the theater looked up, astonished at the outburst of my friend!
Goose screamed! He shouted to all members of the movie audience:
“THE UNIVERSE WILL END IN A HEAT DEATH!”
Then he ran out of the theater.
I went over and picked up the two pieces of my board and went home. By the time I returned, all the other acid heads had since left my dorm room, but not before trashing the entire place. My small desk was ransacked, my bed mattress turned over — I had a poster on the wall which was a large head shot of the great science fiction writer Cordwainer Smith. This was about 40 percent burned. I was only grateful that someone had put it out before it could catch on to the rest of the room and burn down the whole dormitory building.
I did not see Goose again that night. In a day or two, he was back hanging around campus, seemingly no worse for wear after his bizarre acid-plus-Ouija adventure. He appeared to be going about life on campus like any other normal student.
This is where my tale ends. As I said, this freakish incident is a different kind of Ouija Board story — it probably has a lot more to do with powerful hallucinogenic drugs than is does entities contacted on “the other side.”
One might ask: Did the ‘Nature Spirit’ have any input to the bizarre and insane nighttime run of Goose?
Some people to whom I have told this story over the years insist that Goose was under the control of a demon and not a mercurial Nature Spirit. They chalk this up to yet another case of demonic Ouija Board activity. Not me. I blame it on the LSD.
As for the “nature spirit,” however — I am inclined to believe he, she or “It” was a legitimate entity contacted via the Ouija Board.
NOTE: For more true stories of the paranormal, please see KEN-ON-MEDIUM