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		<title>When things go wrong &#8230;</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 20 Jan 2008 08:07:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<category><![CDATA[Negative]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[After such a wonderful evening and experience of so many beautiful souls coming through, my mum and I decided to use the board the following night.  I was a little dubious because my mother had bronchitis and so was not 100 percent fit &#8211; plus we had a couple of glasses of wine to boot! [...]]]></description>
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<p>After such a wonderful evening and experience of so many beautiful souls coming through, my mum and I decided to use the board the following night.  I was a little dubious because my mother had bronchitis and so was not 100 percent fit &#8211; plus we had a couple of glasses of wine to boot!</p>
<p>We started and it was very slow. We knew there were spirits with us but they came and went very fast and were not able to use the board properly.  I was getting tired, my mum was not feeling right and so I said let&#8217;s take a break.  I leant back onto a cushion to ease my back but my mother continued to warm up the board when she suddenly said &#8220;Sandy you&#8217;d better come here&#8221;.</p>
<p>As I sat up, I saw my mum shaking. As I leant forward my feet and my hands which were near her went ice cold, like they were trapped inside a dry-ice freezer.  My mum said she was freezing and can feel her spine being frozen from the inside out.  She felt a pressure on her back and on her right side of her neck.  All around us was an absolute chilling icy breeze &#8211; it was not pleasant at all.</p>
<p>I immediately asked who this spirit was. He spelled out GORDON. I said leave my mother alone. He moved over NO. I reinstated this 3 times until he said YES. I said that we have absolutely nothing to communicate to you or from you if you are going to act disrespectfully.  I said to my mum, maybe he just wanted to use your voice-box to speak.  The planchette then whizzed to YES.  I told Gordon that this was not possible and that he must only communicate via the board.  He eventually agreed to say GOODBYE and we closed down the board.  I immediately burnt white sage and smudged the whole house until it was so smokey you couldn&#8217;t see anything. I then opened the windows and aired.  Usually after smudging, the house is immediately relieved of any negative energies. However, Gordon remained.</p>
<p>We warmed up the house and ourselves, called it a night and went to bed.  In the night I was continuously woken up by loud bangs, knocks and taps in my room.  I knew it was Gordon, but there was nothing I could do apart from tell him to leave. He was obviously either desperate to talk or he was just being obnoxious, either way his behaviour was unacceptable.</p>
<p>In the morning I asked how my mum had slept downstairs in the guest room.  She said she kept hearing me in the hallway calling her and she kept hearing things &#8220;pinging&#8221;.</p>
<p>I explained to her that I was upstairs all night long and that I did not call her once in the night.  The pinging we later found were 3 plastic pegs had unpegged themselves from the washing room, snapped away and pinged across the hall. Gordon eventually left during that day and has not reappeared since, thankfully.</p>
<p>This is when things can get out of hand. Never use a board when you are sick, on medication or under the influence of drugs or alcohol.  Believe me, I am experienced in working with spirits, but nothing prepared me for that night. </p>
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