Vicki Weaver let the pen rest over the clean new page.
It only took an instant, a moment of reflection to decide to let the pen go free—and it started to write. There was no visible ghoul, no white sheets with holes in it, no howling and rattling of chains, just a gentle pressure on her hand.
She didn’t have a clue what was going to be written next, and she felt as if she were in the head of a cranky Germanic woman. “What the hell! Who are you?” she demanded.
“Molhellor Layaddey,” the pen wrote.
“What are you?” she asked.
“Spirit guide,” the pen responded.
The encounter left her wondering about her sanity, as well as who—or what—
she contacted. Was it aliens, God, or ghosts?
In Conundrum, she shares her story and how she sought the truth to an event so bizarre that it haunts her to this day. Along the way, she celebrates lesbian love, seeks answers to questions about mental health, and finds solace in prayer and intuition.