Friday, October 17, 2008

The TWV Files: Ouija Board and Mogollon Pottery

From the TWV Files
Date: Spring, 1982
Place: Turkey Creek, Gila National Forest, southwestern New Mexico wilderness area, 4WD vehicle required, access to Turkey Creek Hot Springs via 10-mile round trip hike

It was just another camping trip with myself, my boyfriend and our married neighbors (don’t you just love the tube socks?). Little did I know at that time how it would change my life.

On a hike along the primitive road, I found the first piece of pottery jutting out of the dirt and rocks. Black anamorphic design on white background, the rather large shard I uncovered was obviously a clear indication of Mogollon Indian occupation in the area thousands of years earlier.

What we found that day was remarkable. We all returned to the that spot I’d found the shard and quickly dug up more. The unbroken specimens pictured here as well as a burial pot with a hole in the bottom is what we found. The vessel on the left is actually representative of a goat; it had “ears” and a face and legs (to anyone wishing to turn me in for violating the federal artifacts law, I lost track of those objects decades ago). BTW, that's a quarter on the cloth for size comparison.

We returned to camp and that night Debra and I decided to play with my Ouija board.

We set it up on a picnic table and placed on our hands on the planchette. It started moving immediately.

Rather than contact the spirit of a Mogollon Indian who had created the pottery we found, we found ourselves “conversing” with a young person who appeared to be one of the early settlers heading west (I wrote the transcript on the back of the Ouija box, which I still have):
Q: Who is here?
A: Keith
Q: Why are you here?
A; Kathy sick
Q: Who is Kathy?
Nice lace
Black lace
Q: Do you want us to leave you alone?
A: Stay here
Q: You want us to stay here?
A: Never mind
Q: What do you want us to do?
A: Make her
Take us home.
Help me. Help me. Help me.

This is only a small portion of what we experienced that night. Apparently we’d connected with another soul from at least a hundred years ago. I still get chills reading back over our exchange.

According to a Native American friend of mine, digging up those pots would forever cause further paranormal activity in my life. There was no way to “undo” the act of uncovering sacred items and I’d pay for it the rest of my life.

To all who believe in ghosts and those who continue to resist, a Happy All Hallow’s Eve to you all.
Candace Morehouse