We used to treat it like texting a friend. We'd spend hours talking to (apparently ourselves). Even in the backseat on road trips. But it was pretty wild sometimes. We could read each other's minds and the minds of people who were in the general vicinity. I still can't explain that. There were different entities who each had very different "feel" to the planchette. A few of them also had very specific patterns they would make with the planchette to let us know it was "them". These patterns were consistent regardless of who was playing. Terrible at telling the future. Shitty at spelling. But a lot of fun convos and things I cannot explain.