This phenomenal experience happened in July, 2013 at my girlfriend’s house in Cardiff City, Wales, United Kingdom. I was never a believer in the spiritual world, yet like any mortal man with hopes of finding peace in death, I did believe in the afterlife. But never this.
Ouija boards have never really tickled my fancy. Though never scared, I never believed. My girlfriend brought up the idea, so we made our own Ouija board, to which I thought nothing would happen. And for fifteen minutes, nothing did... until the shot glass moved when I asked it a question.
I was the speaker and my girlfriend wrote down what the “spirits” might say. I researched this topic, too. To make sure that if in any case her house may become a supernatural playground for the demons of the underworld, I could prevent it from happening before it even started: do not ask them to prove their existence and do not messing around.
This is about my encounter with William Shakespeare.
Me: “Are there any entities or spirits here?”
Board: “Yes.”
Me: “Are you a good spirit?”
Board: “Yes.”
Me: “What is your name?”
The board slowly spelt out its letters, and I thought it was just someone with my middle name as their first and nothing more, until the board spelt: S-H-A-K. And after those four letters were spelled, my heart fell into my stomach.
Board: “William Shakespeare.”
There was thirty seconds of silence before I asked anything else, for I and my girlfriend thought, "There is no way." I thought it was her just messing around with me. Who would think different? But the more the conversation grew, the more real it felt.
Me: “The William Shakespeare? The greatest author in English literature history? The man who shaped and formed our language. You are William Shakespeare?”
Board: “Yes. Fortune lies with thy story.”
I am an author myself, in the midst of writing a book, so how he knew that was a mystery.
Me: “Thank you. May I ask a few questions about yourself?”
Board: “Yes.”
Me: “How did you die?”
The board stopped for a moment, but he then...
Board: “Stabbed in the heart.”
There was a little silence here, and then I asked...
Me: “Were you Christopher Marlowe?”
Board: “Yes.”
My girlfriend and I were so overwhelmed with what we were seeing, that we could not think of anything else to say. So we asked him if he had a question for us, he did.
Board: “Is your love true?”
Me: “Yes, of course it is. We do love each other.”
Board: “Thy are Romeo, and thou are Juliet.”
Which was a compliment to us both, in fairness, and I felt very comfortable talking to him.
Me: “May I ask if you were actually bi-sexual? This question is around a lot nowadays.”
Board: “Yes.”
Me: “I thought as much. How come you are on a Ouija board? I mean, spirits on this are ones that are stuck in the world of Limbo or Purgatory, are they not?”
Board: “God does not save.”
The words sent shivers up my spine. Not much was said after that. He complimented us, and we complimented him. I wish I asked him more questions than what I did, but I just couldn't think to do so at that time. I was just so overwhelmed with everything.
When we were saying our goodbyes, we asked if he would like to say anything to us before he left, and he said...
Board: “Sunlight doth thy antidote to life.”
And he left. I accused my girlfriend of playing around afterward, but she was adamant that it was not her and thought it were me. I Googled what he said before he left, and "Sunlight doth thy antidote to life" does not exist in any known literature piece. I know that I did not make it up, and I know that she did not.
That experience changed me and my writing as a whole. I started to notice things about me and Shakespeare. We have the same birthday (aside birth year, of course) and we look similar, too. Think of it as garbage, that's fine. But even out of all my greatest creativity and wildest imagination, I could not have crafted that as a story to be a pretend of non-fiction. Maybe we should look into Shakespeare a little closer than what we have done.
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