I’ve been trying to write an update for the past few days but to my great frustration nothing seems to be coming out right. As a Gemini with Mercury in Gemini, this lack of communicative ability is doubly so pissing me off. I say this only partially tongue-in-cheek. Mostly I have refrained from posting because (1) I’m brooding over something that happened and (2) I’m trying to keep this as a magickal journal, not a whiney personal blog like I used to have back in the Myspace days
Speaking of back in the days, I was just now browsing idly through the forum and read a post which triggered some memories I haven’t thought about for a long time. Namely, that when I was a teenager a friend and I used to talk to “ghosts” through the phone.
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When I was a teenager (16/17) I had a friend (or acquaintance) from my high school, who was quite a troubled girl. We had some classes together and got on reasonably well but she was not part of my core friend group and we never spent time together outside school, or even really outside class, although we did talk on the phone a lot.
She didn’t have close friends from school; everyone considered her annoying and she was known to be a compulsive liar and attention-seeker; for instance, she would tell everyone that she had been diagnosed with bowel cancer because her house was right next to telephone poles, shit like that.
I’m not sure how it happened but one day we got onto the topic of ghosts and supernatural experiences and this ended up becoming a core pillar of our friendship, and later, shared experiences. We swapped spooky tales of our personal experiences with the supernatural, and she revealed to me that she had an aunt or great-aunt who’d passed away, but who still frequently “spoke” with her.
As I mentioned, this girl and I used to talk on the phone a lot. I don’t remember exactly how it first happened, but basically we were chatting on the phone one day and she asked me if I wanted to try and talk with “Auntie” (as she came to be known to us). My interest was piqued but of course I was skeptical because again, this girl was known to make shit up for attention. But then the line went to static, I couldn’t hear my friend at all, and I heard a whispered older female voice speaking to me. After a few moments it cut off and I could hear my friend again.
Unfortunately there are so many specifics that I have forgotten. I wonder if I’ve written them down somewhere in an old journal. But gradually my disbelief lifted over the course of the next few months. I had back and forth conversations with a few different “people”, male and female, but mostly “Auntie”. If it was faked, it was faked with great precision and foresight.
Note this all happened in 2007 and 2008, and had concluded prior to the App Store first being released on iPhone (which only came out in 2007), so it wasn’t like she just downloaded some “fool your friends into thinking you have a haunted phone line” app to use on me. Every time the phone cut over to static and I’d be able to speak with whoever was trying to come through, it was a clean, precise switch; sometimes it would happen when one of us was mid-sentence. It wasn’t like my friend would go “hang on” and then I’d hear her scrambling around and moving the phone closer to the source of the static. It was always consistent volume and tone.
Only once or twice were we both able to hear the entity at the same time, normally it would only channel to one of us, and the other would be sitting there listening to very faint crackling while waiting for the other to report back, or for the static to kick in fully and the entity to speak through it to us. I asked questions and received answers to things my friend didn’t know. At one point “Auntie” told me something and then said I shouldn’t repeat it to my friend. As soon as I was back on the line with my friend I began to tell her what “Auntie” had said, only for the line to immediately cut to very loud and discordant static and what sounded like many voices overlapping. I remember being a bit frightened and awed and thinking it sounded like the voices of demons. After about 10 seconds it abated and my friend said, “What was that?” then the line went staticky again, and “Auntie” whispered to me “Not demons. Angels.”
“Auntie” ended up revealing some things to me about my friend that were a bit disturbing; like that she suffered from bulimia, and she had been assaulted by her step-grandfather. I wasn’t sure what to do with this information but I ended up telling a teacher at school that my friend was pretty close with. I don’t remember what the outcome was; we fell out of touch shortly after and I believe she either dropped out or moved to another high school. Anyway. I’ll have to dig through any old journals I can find and see if I’ve written anything that time in my life. If it was all a prank, it was a very elaborate and well-executed one. Perhaps it was just a shared delusion manifested from the mind of a troubled teenage girl. Perhaps they were even parasites. Who knows.
I have a bit more to write but I’ll post this on its own and make another update later.