Once upon a time, long long ago ...
There was a little boy unlike most other little boys.
We'll call him Donnie. (Weird as he was perceived to be, his last name was not "Darko")
He sometimes Saw - as in Visions, not hallucinations. He also, tho' more rarely, Heard - as in locutions, not schizophrenic voices in his head. Or so he says...
For his 7th or 8th birthday, his parents gave him an Ouija Board. It was just a game. ("Fun for the whole family!")
He played with it more regularly than not - tho' rarely contacting any one he knew - noonee he knew was dead yet.
When Donnie was about 10, his dad's mother died. Now he had someone to talk to with his precious Ouija Board!
He loved his grandma with his whole heart, as she did him. She was often the only source of peace and comfort throughout his difficult childhood years. What little Gay boy's childhoood wasn't difficult, don't ya know?
As things happen, he became nagged into distraction - forcing him away from this pursuit. ("But Mommie, if you don't like it, why did you give the Ouija Board to me?")
One score and ten years passed before he took-up "talking to Grandma" again.
Moving ahead to Donnie's (not Darko) 40-somethingth year, he felt inspired to take some mild interest in working with Talking Boards again, with good, consistent results. But it wasn't until he was in his mid-60s that Grandma returned to talk with him again ... this time on a version of the Board that he had coveted as a kid (thank you, Ebay).
Before, during, and ever since, he's continued to have Visions. He describes them as conscious, "Waking-Dream-Like Visitations."
It was in early 1999 - whilst playing an ad-hoc role as "coordinator" or a Neo-Wiccan coven that he began having a series of such Visitations from a somewhat younger black man: a Haitian Bokor (Haitian Vodou Sorcerer) named Jean Baptiste.
After some years of preparation, they were finally together...
The story of our eternal love is told in great detail on my Voodou Blog: My Own Private Peristyle
