Personal Commentary

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.

6 thoughts on “Confessions of a Para-Normal – The Burning Bush”

  1. Caryn~ Many blessings on your journey with your book! I believe you will be amazed to find that there are many people (also in hiding) who have experienced the oddities of life. They will be comforted in your sharing your experiences. ~M/

    1. Thanks Barbiefan,
      Coming out of hiding is never easy, but in this case necessary. Thanks for the encouragement. A whole new chapter is opening up for me. Can’t wait to see where it leads.

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