Ouija Board and Rosary Beads
September 21, 2012 in Books
“Oh, she didn’t like me playin’ with my Ouija Board and readin’ books by Aleister Crowley…”
The following is a blog written through a character from my book The Wayfarers | Jacob’s Trouble which is the third part of The Wayfarers trilogy. Read and find out who this character is, and I hope you enjoy! – Jim Yackel
The folks in this here town always thought I was strange; even before the poop hit the fan. Ha! I knew trouble was comin’ to the U.S. of A before any ‘a them did…uh huh! Yeah, the kids ’round here they always been afraid ‘a me and I ‘spose with good reason! But, I never hurt anybody too bad; ‘cept when I wrestled for West Genesee High School in the nineteen forties, er was it the eighteen forties – ah, hell, I can’t remember!
America’s worst day tomorrow?
Two things I like are fishin’ and my Ouija board. It was my Ouija board that spelled out AMERICA’S WORST DAY TOMORROW and sure enough some baaaaad stuff came about and people was bein’ fraidy cats an’ flippin’ out!
My Ouija board tells me when the Northern Pike will be bitin’, so I go down to the canal and catch all I kin stand! I just cast out my orange Lazy Ike plug and yell “fish on” and you know what there, dummy? I git one almost every time! You caint catch as many Pike as me ’cause you ain’t got enough faith in the power! It’s the power that those injuns conjured up hunnerds ‘a years ago. Some folks say it’s demonic and I say “wellll….it’s done awright by me!” I catch fish and I got rid ‘a my gout, too! Hell – I don’t even gotta eat and I don’t git hungry and I still stay alive!
My wife jus’ up n’ left me. Hell, I ferget her name! Oh, she didn’t like me playin’ with my Ouija Board and readin’ books by Aleister Crowley like “Moonchild” and “777″. She said I changed after I started playing with the board. She tried to sprinkle holy water on me and was always praying with them Rosary Beads. I wouldn’t have none a’ that! She called some priest ta’ come and give me an exorcism, but I done punched him out and sent ‘em packin’ with a fat lip and bloody nose! I think it was my wife that drove me loony tunes, not the devil like she says! I mean, a hard-workin’ man only has to stand so much!
I’ll tell you what, jerky – I ain’t afraid a’ the devil; no sirree! And the wolves don’t scare me none. I like feedin’ them critters cause there ain’t no one else ta do it. I feed ‘em whatever or whoever I find! Iffin’ my pension check comes late again this week, Ima feedin’ the mailman to the wolves! Ha ha ha! – is that a Federal offence?
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