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.

Confessions of a Para-Normal – My first ghost.

supermoon 6 22 2013 054 Confessions of a Para-Normal – My first ghost

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…