To many people today, ouija boards, tarot cards, and similar occult tools seem like harmless amusements. My sisters, our neighbours, and I once believed that too. One afternoon in late August, 1969, something happened which shocked us and banished that dangerous notion from our minds. From Deliverance From Jericho (Six Years in a Blind School), here is how it happened.


Unfortunately, no one warned me how evil the occult was either. Sharon brought a game called Ka-Bala to our house one afternoon. It was shaped like a hubcap and was made of pale green plastic which glowed in the dark. Four equally-spaced miniature hands jutted out of its rim and a groove with letters and numbers ran along its edge. The whole object pivoted on a plastic base.

“You can talk to dead people with this thing,” she gushed. I felt intrigued by the possibility of actually communicating with real ghosts. I followed Sharon, Bonnie, and Diane into our basement.

My sister closed the curtains to make our bedroom as dark as possible. According to the instructions which Sharon read, we were supposed to rest our finger tips lightly on the hands. Then Sharon placed a marble in the groove on the Ka-bala. When the marble stopped rolling, the letter it was next to was what the spirit chose. Then the process would begin again. By that method, we could learn what the ghost wanted to tell us.

We asked it juvenile questions like who was in love with certain schoolmates and who would our friends marry. Once one of the girls asked a question in a vague fashion. The demon spelled out the word “WHO?” A chill went down my spine. Suddenly, this was no innocent game. The four of us realized that the spirit dimension was real. In the same way that Christ and his angels existed, so did Satan and his minions.

We stopped playing with that gadget after that. Maybe God intervened, using that situation to keep us from straying into the hands of the Devil. Whatever the case, all of us were taught a valuable lesson.


Deliverance from Jericho

contains many more vignettes of what life was like in that government-run institution. These range from poignant experiences of homesickness to hilarious incidents of mischief. Click here to read more about this book and to order it.


Author: bruce Atchison - author

I'm a legally-blind freelance writer as well as the author of three memoirs and scores of articles. Contact me for details.


  1. You say maybe God intervened. It seems definite to me. You couldn’t see that at the time, of course. Fear in such a situation is useful and instructive.

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