Christmas Traditions at our House

Xmas Tree 2014Christmas Traditions at our House.

 

Christmas is full of traditions, from putting up a tree, to hanging stockings over the fireplace. During the years, our family has added to the list and I thought I would share a few with you.

My husband complains that commercialism has Christmas coming earlier and earlier. So in our house, Christmas is not allowed to start until Santa arrives in the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade. We gave up TV five years ago, so we sit in front of our computer and watch the Earth Cams as they show the parade marching by. I always get a thrill seeing Santa on his float. I love Christmas and this year I squealed like a child, “It’s here, Santa is here!” My husband laughed at my overwhelming enthusiasm.

Another tradition we started is we decorate the house the weekend after Thanksgiving. Our adult sons come over to help and this year brought their wives and daughters. The women work inside and the men put up the lights and outside decorations. Then after dinner, we all decorate the tree. We have a special angel that we bought in Germany, while my husband was stationed there, that has been gracing our tree for over twenty five years. She of course goes on top. We also have ornaments that once belonged to my deceased grandparents that now decorate our tree, and every year, everyone in the family gets at least one new ornament.

For my granddaughters first Christmas, I bought them a small tree, pink for the oldest, and purple for the second granddaughter, and filled it with “Baby’s First Christmas” ornaments I collected once they were born. This year, my oldest granddaughter put her ornaments on her family tree at home, while my baby granddaughter gets to look at the lights of the tree grandma gave her this year. I also bought each granddaughter a stocking to be kept at grandma’s house and then beaded their names on it with white and red pearls. Grandma loves to get hair bows, little books, and teething toys to fill it with, not to mention the traditional orange.

Another tradition we started long ago, is each night from Thanksgiving on, we watch one of the many Christmas movies we have on DVD. My husband’s favorites are “Scrooged” and “Christmas Vacation”. Mine are “The Holiday” and “Love Actually”. Then there are the timeless classics, “Miracle on Thirty-Fourth Street” and “White Christmas” that warm our hearts every year. We now have more movies than days, so we have to pick and choose. My newest daughter-in-law added “The Polar Express” to our must watch list.

We actually have several more traditions, but I’m not going to spill everything. I guess you could say Christmas is celebrated in grand style at the Block House. To all of you, I hope you have a very Merry Christmas and wish you the grace of Peace this Holiday Season. What is your favorite tradition at your house?

 

Love at First Sight – Believe in the Possibility

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Love at First Sight – Believe in the possibility

Caryn Moya Block

 

I’ve written about my personal experiences of “Love at First Sight” in previous articles, but as I prepare to release the Special Anniversary Extended Edition of Alpha’s Mate, I wanted to visit the topic again. Some people think love at first sight is a ridiculous fairy tale. So, I wanted to find some statistics and dive a little deeper to find the truth.

According to statisticbrain.com, 71% of Americans believe in love at first sight and on postyour.info/statistics, 34 % of people who responded believed. Wow, that is a huge number of people, but that is just those who believe in love at first sight. These statistic do not address if there really is such a thing.

Dr. Earl Naumann, author of Love at First Sight, interviewed and surveyed 1,500 individuals of all races, religions, and backgrounds all across America, and concluded that love at first sight is not a rare experience. What’s more, Dr. Naumann theorizes that if you believe in love at first sight, there’s roughly a 60 % chance it will happen to you. Here’s what led him to that conclusion:

  • Nearly two thirds of the population believes in love at first sight.
  • Of the believers, more than half have experienced it.
  • 55 % of those who experienced it married the object of their affection.
  • Three quarters of these married couples stayed married.

 

Okay, now we’re talking numbers. What about science?

According to an article on pychologytoday.com, after changing the wording to “love at first acquaintance”, Elliot D. Cohen, Ph.D concluded that yes, love at first sight does exist and there was no reason to suppose otherwise.

Then I found an article about the really interesting scientific study that published in the Nov. 7 issue of the Journal of Neuroscience. Jeffrey Cooper, a psychology researcher who conducted the study while he was a postdoctoral student at Trinity College was able to map the specific areas in the brain that were involved in our love at first sight decision processes.

In the first few milliseconds of seeing a new face, we’re evaluating physical attractiveness using one specific region of the medial prefrontal cortex, called the paracingulate cortex. But the rostromedial prefrontal cortex goes a bit deeper, very quickly asking, “Yeah, but are they compatible with me?”

“These really are separate processes,” Cooper said. “But they really are both happening in your head as you make those initial evaluations.”

It seems that the truth of “love at first sight” is that our brains are wired to make that evaluation in milliseconds and believing it’s possible is the beginning. So, I invite you to believe in love at first sight, it might happen to you or someone you know.

Wolfe’s Mate – Book Trailer

It’s Here! The Book Trailer for Wolfe’s Mate.
I really like this one.

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A Siberian Volkov Romance

Book Seven

 

When her brother accidentally turns her into a lycan, Esme Fortescue struggles to find her balance. Now while her brother desperately attempts to return her humanity, her lycan heartmate seduces her in her dreams.

Jared Wolfe has waited six months before claiming his mate due to the death of his parents and becoming the new Alpha of the Quebec Province. When Esme is in an accident and her brother disappears, Jared decides enough is enough and he can’t wait to claim her any longer. But will Esme consent to leave and can his newly changed mate handle the new Alpha?
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Confessions of a Para-Normal – The First Book

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By Caryn Moya Block

I always wanted to write a book. I loved reading and stepping into other author’s worlds. But the dream of being an author had been put on a shelf until I approached turning 50. Several things happened at that time. I got sick, and had to quit my job. Then it took me six months to get well. For the first time since moving to VA, I wasn’t working at least part-time.

Money was tight, since I wasn’t working, so I stayed home. One morning I began to write. By 2010, I had fifteen or so stories done. I won’t go into how I cyber-stalked authors and learned their marketing techniques. We’ll save that for a regular post on author techniques.

Anyway, in January of 2011, I went to a Theta healing class and announced that I was going to write a book and self-publish it. My friends all encouraged me and I went home feeling pretty good about myself. I had a goal. In April, I turned 50.

During that year, I took several other Theta healing classes with the same group of people. In one of them, we were learning how to connect with the Divine and give answers to a client’s questions. I asked the person I worked with, which book I should publish first. Remember, I had written several by this time.

Her answer surprised me when she said “I’m getting the name Violet. Does that mean anything to you?” It took me a minute, and then I remembered my character’s name in Alpha’s Mate. So that told me which book to focus on.

Some people might think I rushed home and got to work on my manuscript. But they would be wrong. My story wasn’t long enough and needed major revisions, and I let life get in the way without accomplishing anything.

In October of 2011, I went to a new age convention in Ohio. The friend I was traveling with told me to get online and decide which psychic I wanted a reading from. She explained that we would have to go first thing, and get in line at their booth, so we could sign up for a scheduled time.

I didn’t know any of the people coming, so I looked through the names and found one that resonated with me. Instead of standing in line, I emailed the lady and told her I was coming in from VA. She graciously gave me an appointment time. So I was all set and with very little hassle.

I went to my reading at the scheduled time and sat down, my notebook in hand so I could take notes. The psychic said “I see a book in your future, in fact, I see three books and you are way behind!”

I was stunned. The year was almost over and I hadn’t done anything to get my manuscript ready for publishing. I asked myself some hard questions. Did I want to be an author or didn’t I? Was I willing to sit and let time slip by, when not only was the Divine clueing me in but was telling me I was way behind?

When I got home, I got to work on Alpha’s Mate and self-published it January 1st 2012. The book went viral its second month and as they say, the rest is history.

When I look back, I am so glad I listened to the Divine and the messages it shared with me. Thanks goodness, those two people were willing to be used as vessels to give me the information I needed to hear.

It’s not always easy to listen to those communications from the Divine. It’s so simple to think it a coincidence or ignore the idea completely. But the messages are there if we will only listen, myself included.

Confessions of a Para-Normal – The Bay Leaf Incident

  The Bay Leaf Incident
by Caryn Moya Block
In October of 2011, my husband and I visited the Cashtown Inn near Gettysburg, PA for lunch. We had read about a ghost hunting weekend with Mark and Carol Nesbitt at the inn the following March of 2012 and wanted to sign up. If you don’t know about the Cashtown Inn, it was used by Confederate forces as a headquarters during the Battle of Gettysburg and is reported to be haunted.
My husband and I had joined a local ghost hunting group here in Culpeper County a couple of times in the past, when they did some investigating at the Graffiti House, a pre-civil war era house. We had caught some EVP’s on our digital recorder during those investigations, the sound of someone walking and a disembodied voice. So we were excited to go on a hunt with Mark Nesbitt, known as the expert on ghosts in Gettysburg.
When we walked into the inn, we entered a small sitting room. No one was present and there was no desk or bell to ring for help. I had no idea how we were going to sign up if no one was available to take our reservation and deposit.
The fees for the weekend were not cheap, and I decided that if no one was around, I would just drop the whole idea and leave quietly after lunch. So we went into the bar and ordered lunch. I wanted to try the French Onion Soup. My husband and I had tried the King’s Soup at the Historic 1776 Dobbin House Tavern in Gettysburg and loved it. I was curious to see what the Cashtown Inn soup would be like. We sat down and Crystal, our waitress took our order.
Some of you may not know this, but I am a Reiki Master and Theta Healer. One of my friends, who is also a Reiki Master, lives near Gettysburg and I often visit with her while my husband enjoys his Civil War tours. That fact will be important in a moment.
Our soup was brought to the table and I dived in with gusto. If you don’t know about French Onion Soup, it is often served covered in melted cheese and has a piece of bread at the bottom. I took several spoonful’s when my spoon discovered a bay leaf.
I didn’t find that surprising. I figured the cook just missed the leaf when he served up my soup. I put the leaf aside and continued to eat. After a few more spoonful’s, I discovered another bay leaf. Once more, I put the leaf aside and went back to eating.
Now this was not a large bowl of soup. The contents couldn’t have held much more than a cup of broth. So the third time I pulled a bay leaf from my bowl, I decided that more was going on than just bay leaves in soup.
I pulled out my cell phone and called my friend, the Reiki Master, and asked if she would look up the metaphysical properties of Bay leaves. The Universe was delivering a message and I needed to know what it was about.
She obliged me and reported that Bay leaves were used in Laurel wreaths, a reflection of honor. The herb was associated with Apollo and the Oracle of Delphi where the oil was used for divination and mediumship.
Then my friend looked up the Greek god Apollo. If I was looking for proof that the message was for me, I found it when she told me that Apollo was known as Lukēgenēs, literally “born of a wolf”. Don’t forget that I write Werewolf Romance books, but there was more. Apollo was connected to the muses and was the patron God of music, poetry, art, oracles, archery, plague, medicine, sun, light and knowledge.
Finally, my friend said she thought I needed to change what I was thinking. Moments before, I was thinking of leaving without paying the deposit for the ghost hunting weekend. It appeared that the spirits of the Cashtown Inn were offering an invitation to visit.
Needless to say, after we finished eating, I made the reservation. Crystal, our waitress, watched the whole event transpire and said she had never seen anyone pull bay leaves out of the French Onion Soup before.
After our ghost hunting weekend in March 2012, I can truthfully say the Cashtown Inn is haunted. But that is another story.

Congrats to the Winner of the NOR Spring Fling

katzrus7, your prize is in the mail. So keep watch for the postman.Win Books and Prizes in the Night Owl Reviews Spring Fling Web Hunt

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1- Autographed paperback copy of “A Siberian Werewolf in London”

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1- Amethyst crystal necklace

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Confessions of a Para-Normal – My first ghost.

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by Caryn Moya Block

I saw my first ghost when I was three years old. Since that time, I have seen several ghosts, some with my eyes and some with my inner eye. This one I saw with my eyes.
I was a precocious three year old and I loved to sleep with my parents. They of course preferred me sleeping in my own bed in my room down the hall. The house was fairly small and sat on top of a hill in Los Angeles, California. It has since been torn down and made into a parking lot.
Anyway, back to my story. I have no idea what time it was, only that it was night and I had been sleeping for a while. I woke up and saw a woman with dark hair in a white night gown pass by my room carrying something in her hand. I believed it to be a cup.
I immediately thought that it was my mother on her way to the kitchen. Remember I said I was precocious. I pictured her making the turn into the living room and straight through to the dining room and then turning into the kitchen.
I figured if I went in and got into my parent’s bed while my mother was busy in the kitchen, she would let me stay in their bed with them for the rest of the night. I would pretend that I was asleep when she returned and mom wouldn’t want to wake me.
So, I quickly scurried into my parent’s room, only my mother and father were still in bed asleep. I couldn’t understand how this was possible. I woke my mother up and asked her who the woman was who walked into the kitchen? My father immediately got up to see if someone was in the house while my mother let me into the bed with them.
My father returned and said no one was there. But I was insistent. I knew I saw a woman walk by my door. I saw her long white gown clearly. I had to be awake because I then came into my parent’s room. My parent’s assured me there was no one in the house.
It was important to me that they believed me. I knew I had seen something. I’m not sure how the idea of it being a ghost came up, whether I suggested it or my parents did. My father finally told me it must have been a reflection from the Television set in the house across the street. Now even to a three year old, that excuse sounded lame, especially since our house rose above the one across the street, because we were on a hill.
I never forgot that night. I’m not sure if it was because I saw my first ghost, or because I caught my parents in a lie. But I can still see that wavering form walking past my doorway in the hall. My parents were probably freaked out. Not because I had seen a ghost, though they probably worried about their daughter seeing something like that so young. But because the psychic experiences were starting for me so early. Both of my parents have had things happen to them that could only be described as paranormal, but at three years old, I didn’t know that. In fact, I was a teenager and many more things had taken place before they confessed some of their own experiences to me.
I hope you enjoyed this confession of the sighting of my first ghost. No, I wasn’t afraid. I didn’t know I should be. To tell the truth, now ghosts kind of scare me. Not always, but I have continued to have experiences with them and not always pleasant ones. I don’t mind interacting with them as long as they are polite and don’t try and take over my life. I really don’t have time to spend dealing with their problems, but an occasional conversation is fine.
I’m not sure what the order of the stories should be. I can remember the more current ones easiest. But I will let the higher powers point me in the direction they feel is necessary. So stay tuned for the next “Confession of a Para-Normal” For now, I need to finish my next lycan book. Esme and Jared, here I come…

Confessions of a Para-Normal – The Burning Bush

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by Caryn Moya Block

I don’t know about you, but when I pray, I ask for a burning bush, so I won’t miss the message. I have a tendency to be a “doubting Thomas” and need a lot of proof before my eyes can be opened. I wouldn’t be writing this post if I didn’t get “my burning bush” between April 14th and April 25th of 2014.

It started with a reading I received from a lady who channeled Arch Angel Michael. The reading was part of a package I purchased online after listening to this lady speak on a webinar. I actually wanted the books and mp3’s in the package and didn’t think much about the reading until I got a call from the lady’s assistant. She wanted to set up a time for me to call in. The day she offered was April 14th, which is my birthday. I thought “Why not” and set up the appointment.

During the reading Arch Angel Michael suggested that I do some non-fiction writing. Maybe “how to books” on oils or stones and their metaphysical properties. Even though I am a communicator, I am first and foremost a healer and teacher. The Angel thought it was important that I returned to my main purpose in this lifetime. This isn’t the first time this message has come through. For the last two years or so it has been suggested that I needed to write about my “Para-Normal” psychic experiences. When I say suggested, I mean from other psychics and healers who are friends.

Needless to say, I have been dragging my feet. I didn’t want to put this information out into the world. I was afraid to be labeled as a “Freak” or “that Woowoo person”. Some people can be cruel and I didn’t want to spotlight my differences from the normal. The only thing I was brave enough to do, was to put in my bio that I saw my first ghost at age three. But let’s get back to that burning bush.

I flew out to Idaho on April 16th to visit my mother and father. On Easter Sunday, April 20th, I sent a text to my husband’s aunt in Arizona that said: Happy Easter, Christ has risen. She answered with the obligatory reply: Happy Easter, He has risen indeed. Nothing strange in that, (Yet).

Off I went to my mother’s church to see people I used to know over sixteen years ago. I was so surprised when they not only recognized me but welcomed me with open arms like I had never left. (I have this tendency of being invisible and easily forgotten by most people.)

After church, I got a message through Twitter from my husband’s aunt: “Happy Easter, He is risen indeed”. I thought, okay, maybe she answered me through her twitter account, not knowing I received her text. I sent a quick smiley face text and went back to my amazement about my welcome to the church.

Then, I got the message again, and again, and again, two and three times a day from Sunday until the following Friday. I just thought it was some glitch with Twitter. It didn’t stop until I told my mother about it and showed her the newest message that came in Friday, April 25th, at 11:45 am, still saying “Happy Easter, He is risen indeed”.

Now some of you may think that I should have known something was up from the Twitter messages. But I can be slow, especially when God is trying to get my attention. On Friday, I read the book “Heaven is Real”. I wanted to see the movie, but I knew with my being in Idaho that wouldn’t happen, so I bought the book. The book is small and as my parents went out to run some errands, I sat down to read it.

It didn’t take me long to finish and the book really spoke to me. All these feelings of guilt and unworthiness came up. I had walked away from mainstream religion because of their messages of “Sin” and “Unworthiness”. Ten years ago, I had an Epiphany that Jesus was actually telling us that we were able to perform the same miracles as he did, because God dwelled within us in the Holy Spirit. If God is in us, then we are worthy, because He makes us so. We won’t even get into the way the church treats women.

Anyway, I was kind of shook up. I was crying and went outside into nature. (My favorite place to talk to God) I didn’t think he was calling me back to church. I pulled out my cell phone and called a friend who is a Cherokee Dreamer. She told me that the planets were aligning in this Grand Cross to bring in Christ Energy and I was right in the middle of it.

Then it hit me, here was my burning bush. Take one thing in this list and it means nothing. Take all of it and it means God was waving a huge red flag, trying to get my attention. Whether I wanted to face it or not, it was time to get started on my Non-Fiction book about my spiritual journey and the many weird, “Paranormal” experiences I have had.

I asked another friend, Why? What is the purpose of this book? (I am still worried about being called a “Freak”) She assured me that someone needed to read it to find their own answers and since I was open to being called, I got the message.

So, here is my first confession of being something out of the norm. I know I am not alone in this world and if you are reading this, take heart. The world is changing. What was once hidden and thought to be strange and freaky is now on weekly television. We are so much more than we believe ourselves to be. We are the children of God and that means we can perform miracles and change the world.

Nature Washes Me – A Poem

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 by Caryn Moya Block

 

The geese honk at the quacking ducks causing a ruckus down by the river.

Up on the mountain the air whispers a welcome as a woodpecker knocks and a raven caws.

The song birds beg for seeds while the deer walk by and nibble on the grass.

I am so thankful to be here, surrounded and held by nature as she washes me clean, and refills my reservoir of creativity.

Pastel Colors – A Poem

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Pastel Colors

By Caryn Moya Block

 

I like to see the world in pastel colors

Soft and light, they envelope me in a feeling of safety.

Never is there a harsh word or blaring crisis

Only a gentle breeze and soft whispers of delight.

Here is a sanctuary filled with birdsong and pastries

A place to dance with sprites and sing to the moon.