I’m in university, one night my friends were talking about my other friend’s, C, practice of Wicca. We discussed doing a pendulum reading before and C has been practicing this religion for about 13 years. She is very trust worthy in my eyes for any spiritual contact.
We made up our own board. The answers were: Yes, No, maybe, don’t know. We made contact with two spirits and we could feel their presence. Cold spots in the laps of my friends C, who was holding the pendulum and A who was sitting next to C.
It wasn’t until we made contact with a former student of the university who had committed suicide a year before. I had the closest connection back to the living to this spirit, for we grew up in the same city, attended the same high school.
I was speaking to the sprint, after a few questions I told him: “Everyone back home misses you very much.” Which, I didn’t realized would be helpful or not but the pendulum was swinging very roughly towards “maybe.” C told the spirit to relax, then made eye contact to me and told my friends A and J to hug me. It is when I felt a touch on my throat and a flood of pain and despair. I started to cry; sobbing, ugly crying. This lasted a while for me.
It was my first contact with a spirit ever, a few weeks since the encounter and it still haunts me. After that night we looked up the suicides on campus. It had turned out the student we had spoken to hung himself, and I do not believe it is a coincidence I felt him touch my throat before I began to feel his emotions.
I do not know if I will be doing another pendulum reading, but this really makes a good story to recount after university.