Hello,
About ten years ago, my brothers and I used to spin a glass between letters and numbers. We did this once or twice a year. We arranged the numbers and letters in a circle on a table, preferably a waxed wooden one, and then placed a glass on the table that had been pre-warmed with a lighter. Finally, each of us placed a single finger on the glass. One of my brothers led the sessions because we had noticed that it didn’t “work” without him.
He was then asking questions to the spirits, who answered by spinning the glasses.
In our minds, we have had all kinds: those who predicted the future that came to pass, those of our deceased ancestors who were happy to re-establish communication with us, but also to leave them in peace.
Until the day we came into contact with a spirit that presented itself as that of a friend who had committed suicide. We saw the glass literally fly across the room and shatter against a wardrobe.
From that day on, when we were all truly terrified, we stopped.
Sincerely,
Marcou
