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I might have blogged about this before in my old blog but since I am not sure, I might as well relate the experience again.

The memory of my out-of-body experience came back when I came across a thread at the Cowboy Bar talking about Ouija Boards. One said he had out-of-body experience after playing with the Ouija board and a few others had out-of-body experiences at some point in their lives without any contact with the Ouija.

I never thought that there could be a connection but I do recall now that I did play a version of the Ouija with my classmates in primary school. It was called ‘笔仙’ which is loosely translated as the ‘Pen Spirit/Deity’.

The layout that we used to play the ‘笔仙’ is much similar to the picture above and it was done by drawing the above on a piece of large drawing paper and a group of us would hold on to a pen or pencil together and ask any questions that we want. Apparently, a ‘force’ would guide the pen and circle the relevant letters to reveal the answer. For example, if you ask the ‘spirit’ if you were gonna be rich when you grow up and the pen will then move to the ‘no’ on the paper and then circle it. Wahahahahahaa!

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A few rules that I remember were,

1. The pen MUST NOT leave the paper until it is done.

2. No person can release his/her grip on the pen until it is done.

3. Once everyone is done asking the questions, you MUST ‘send the spirit home’ by asking it to go back and move the pen to the ‘home’. The last move is to use the pen to poke through the paper.

Kinda creepy eh?

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Before I relate my out-of-body experience, I would like to say that I am extremely NOT pantang. I don’t follow any religion and I am skeptical of almost everything that I can’t see, taste, hear, smell or touch.

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My ‘Out-Of-Body’ Experience

It was during the start of the Hungry Ghosts Festival during my secondary school years when I first experienced it. I used to sleep out in the living room on the mattress with a little green stool beside which had my alarm clock on it. It was late at night and I fell asleep. I opened my eyes to find that I could not move my body at ALL. The feeling was as if air solidified all around you and all you can do is move your eyes around to survey the surroundings. Fear gripped my heart as I realized that I may not be actually ‘awake’. I scanned around the living room and found nothing amiss. The blade-less ceiling fan was up there. My bolster is right beside me. The stool was on my left. And the clock was left where I did before I fell asleep.

My mind contemplated that it could be one of those dreams I had before in which I knew that I was dreaming. I closed my eyes as my heart pounded hard and willed myself to wake up and only opened my eyes to find myself still immobilized. Time and time again, I would close my eyes to will myself away from this ‘bad dream’.

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Stay tuned for Part II (I realized this story is too long for one entry. )

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