My first ouija experience was at a Christmas party, I think '68 or '69. There was a board and we decided to contact Jesus and wish him a Happy Birthday. Me & my best friend's husband took our turn. I will say there were recreational substances about & everyone was pretty high. Anyway, I knew I was not pushing the planchette and I sure didn't think Robi was either. Something came through, claiming to be my father's grandmother, his favorite relative. She warned me my dad would, in six months, be deathly ill, but that he would recover. As some of you may know, I'm the emotional type and I became hysterical. To calm me down, Robi claimed to move the planchette. A few minutes later I overheard him telling a friend that NO, he did Not move the planchette and couldn't understand how it moved as our fingers hovered, but did not touch the thing. And of course, six months later my dad was near death from bleeding ulcers and my mother demanded of the hospital head doctor that he'd better not waste time and be quick. My mom saved his life. The End.
ps, we could not locate Jesus.