I couldn’t quite give a time stamp of a year as to when my fascination with Ouija boards came into play. I know for sure that I was preteen, possibly even before the age of ten, which by any standard is a curious age filled with wonder and imagination. The idea of communicating with spirits captivated my young mind, and I remember the excitement mingled with fear when my friends and I would gather in dimly lit rooms, daring each other to place our fingers lightly on the planchette. I’m not certain of the exact moment this intrigue began, hence why I can’t give a time stamp. Oh, but I sure could tell you some stories that truly are real and which I have experienced firsthand, tales that linger in my memory like the soft whispers of the unknown, each one etched into my mind, revealing the complexities and mysteries of the other side. The anticipation in those moments felt electric, making every session with the board an adventure that both thrilled and unnerved us, drawing us deeper into the shadows of the supernatural.

If you know me as an artist, then you know what tales my paintings tell. You know my paintings, most of them, tell stories without words, evoking emotions and sparking the imagination in ways that spoken language often cannot capture. They are somewhat unorthodox compared to traditional paintings; they bend the rules of conventional artistry and challenge the viewer’s perspective. Sometimes, it can be hard for someone to grasp the deeper meanings hidden within my work, as they beckon the viewer into an intricate world of interpretations and feelings that are not always immediately apparent. I blog to you in the same spirit as my paintings, intending to weave narratives and emotions throughout my words, even if they may sometimes seem tangled or abstract. Yes, I could be more precise and less dramatic in my expression when blogging, but do writers truly refrain from embracing the art of words and the subtleties of language? I have this one captivating story that pertains to my curious dabbling with a Ouija board, an endeavor that I initially approached with ignorance regarding its implications. I had only ever heard about its supposed power and mystery through the lens of the horror movies I would watch growing up, each flick instilling a mix of fascination and fear. However, my curiosity drove me to delve into actual reading about the dark arts, exploring library reference books that whispered secrets of the arcane. Yes, I’m that old; we didn’t have the luxury of Google at our fingertips, and the thrill of physically searching for knowledge among dusty shelves added to the allure of the unknown.

If you had become a fan of my art, mostly dark art, then I invite you into my world of un-tall tales, a realm where shadows dance and whispers tell stories untold. Tales that are reminiscent of a dimly lit world in Tales from the Darkside episodes, except, my tales are from no television show; they are very real and very dark, filled with the raw essence of emotions and experiences that haunt my existence. I invite you to join me in a curious journey back in time to where I started it all, a point in my life that forever altered my perception of reality. A door I opened that never closed, a threshold to the unknown that beckoned me with its eerie allure. A door that refused to close, no matter how many times I attempted to lock it shut, as if it had a will of its own, drawing me back into its depths. A door that I have kept open till this very day, keeping alive the strange energy that flows through it. This open portal, if I may say, began on that fateful day I asked the Ouija board this one question that I should’ve kept between the board and myself, a moment of naive curiosity that spiraled into a lifetime of intrigue and trepidation. If you dare to listen, come back for the next blog installment, in which I will reveal all that transpired and provide crucial warnings about what NOT to ask and say to a Ouija board, for there are unseen forces at play that many are unaware of. All that I have shared in this blog is true, rooted in my own experiences and observations, ensuring there are no lies or made-up storytelling since I have no need to fabricate reality. If you want to know, and are intrigued to unravel the mysteries of what truly happened, simply just come back and listen, as the shadows await your return and secrets long buried yearn to be unveiled.

When will I tell the tales to you all, you may be asking yourself? Sometime during or at the end of this coming week, I will have the blog posted for you all, offering a collection of stories that are not just entertaining but also thought-provoking. As it will contain sensitive information, it will be locked to members only, ensuring that the insights and reflections shared remain within our trusted community. This post will be unavailable for public reading, allowing for a more intimate and secure sharing of ideas, where we can engage in discussions that matter to us without external influences. I look forward to sharing these narratives with you, fostering a deeper connection through our shared experiences and perspectives.

Sincerely,

David L

Healingwithart