Sunday, August 10, 2014

A Recent Sad One



This happened late last year, a month or so prior to Christmas. However, I pass by this place nearly every day, so I'm reminded often. It's one of those stories about which it takes some thought before I put it down for others to read. I think it's time now to do that.
We had a really horrible incident here in town. A man hyped up on drugs went on a rampage, killing four people. The last person he shot and killed was a young man who is the subject of today's story. The drugged up man went into a small convenience store on our town's main street and shot the clerk there, a man who had a wife and very young son. Our entire town was both outraged and upset over these killings, but at least the drugged up man was captured and charged with the murders he committed.
However, whenever Angela or I would pass by that small convenience store, we could feel the young man still lingered on this side of the Veil. It was probably a result of his traumatic death, plus wanting to be with his wife and son again. We talked about this often, and with the rest of the SRT crew, decided we needed to try to figure out some way to unobtrusively go down where this happened and help the poor young man cross over. We finally decided we would just have to park as near as we could get to the store and hopefully make contact to show him how to cross into The Light.
However, before we could accomplish this, I was sitting at my computer one day, looking out my window, which faces east. East is the direction I always use to help souls cross over, and there have been several instances when I'm drawn out of whatever I'm doing and sense someone around me who needs to cross. It doesn't take much those times for me to open a door and feel them go, always gratefully acknowledging my help with a thank you before they enter the doorway to The Light.
This day, I felt someone terribly upset here, and I had no problem knowing it was this young man. He was not hesitant at all about saying to me, "I am ready to cross into The Light. Please help me do that."
At times, a soul is hesitant, but there was nothing like that in the feeling I got. Therefore, I didn't pause or question him. I looked out my window and gladly opened yet another door in the east, then mentally started to talk to the man, assuring him all he had to do was go up that golden path and through the door. He didn't need my urging at all. Instead, he thanked me profusely and raced up the pathway. As always, I left the door open for any other souls who wished to cross over, but I didn't immediately go back to what I'd been doing.
When he first showed up hadn't been the time to question anything about how he knew to come here, or why he thought I was the one who could help him. I didn't know this man. The only time I recall going into that little convenience store was years ago, most certainly not since this young man had started working there. Our local paper indicated his employment was much more recent than that. So I pondered, but felt it was something I would never have an answer to.
The next time I drove by the store, I felt the peace. The man definitely was not lingering there any longer. I continued to see if I could sense the turmoil of a troubled soul there each time I passed the store for the next week or so. Then one day I asked Angela, "Have you been by the convenience store where the man was killed recently?"
"Yes," she said. "But he's finally gone."
"I know," I told her. "He actually came to my house one day and I helped him cross over. I have no idea how he knew to come to me. I never met the poor guy."
She looked at me for a long moment, then nodded. "It worked then. I'm the one who told him to come see you. I was down by there one day and he made contact with me. Since I'm not comfortable trying to do a cross over myself, I explained to him how he could still go into The Light and be happy. That he could come back and see his wife and son. Then I told him where you lived and said he should try to find you. I guess he did."
"How awesome," I said. "Yes, he did find me."
Had I not mentioned this to Angela, I might never have known the entire story behind this young man coming to me for help. But it's one of those incidents that I'm very pleased to have been a part of in the paranormal side of my life.
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Dead Man Ohio is making its way back to me from my readers. I'm hoping to have it up for sale soon, probably soon after the middle of August. I just want to make sure it will be a really enjoyable read for everyone. Also, in relation to that, I'm finally gathering emails for a newsletter. If you want to be on my list, send me your email address at ghostie@swbell.net, or PM me on Facebook, whichever is more convenient.

The actress reading Dead Man Talking for the audio version is getting close to the end of it, also. Shelley Johnson is so wonderful! I love the way she's bringing my characters to life so individually, giving them a voice to match how I felt they would sound. I'm anticipating the audio version should be ready before the end of August, also, and I'm hoping Shelley will do the other three books, also.

Dead Man Talking Audio Cover

There may not be a blog next week, unless I have time to get one written early and can upload it late Sunday. The crew and I are heading out to that investigation over by St. Francisville, Louisiana. Timmy and I will be leaving on Thursday, with Floyd and Sarah to follow the next day. I think this will be a really cool investigation, as well as a trip when we can get in some fun and relaxation. So I'll catch you again as soon as I can!
Stay safe, and ….
Boo!
T. M.

Sunday, August 3, 2014

Busy August


 
So y'all have heard the saying, "When it rains, it pours," right? Or this one: "It's feast or famine." I'm not sure how August slipped up on me, but it's here. It's also already booked as the busiest month of 2014 for both me and SRT. We have three investigations scheduled, and that's in amongst all the writing and other responsibilities. Whew! I'll get to those in a moment.
I know for a fact that I've been too busy this week to pay attention to the paranormal happenings here in my house. Two of them do stand out.
On Tuesday night, we had a small going-away party for some friends of ours who are moving down toward San Antonio. James Faulk is the founder of Lonestar Paranormal, and we've done some investigations together. He and his lovely wife, Ashley, have a gorgeous little daughter, Claira. The first time James brought Claira to my house, she was only a few months old. However, she was old enough to see the little lady in my kitchen. We noticed her waving and smiling at the little lady several times. So it should be no surprise to me that right before they showed up, I happened to see this little lady in a fairly visible, misty apparition in the kitchen.
Waving as I walked through the dining room, I said, "Claira will be here in a little bit."
The lady smiled back at me, so I knew that was why she'd appeared just then.
 Ashley, James & Claira
We'll miss our friends, but they'll come back to visit.
Another night, I couldn't sleep, so I wandered through the house and back to my office. Once again, I found the dining room, living room, and my office full of a heavy mist. Someone who didn't know their house was haunted might have immediately gathered man and beast and abandoned house as she called 9-1-1. To me, it was just another one of those late nights when the mist inundates my house. I never see any ghosts or other entities moving through this mist. It's more like a light fog filling all the rooms. Interesting, but I have no idea why it happens. I did have a thought as I wrote this just now. I intend to start paying attention to the phase of the moon when this happens. Well, I'll try to do that. Sometimes I have writing on my mind rather than paranormal research.
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If you're keeping track of Dead Man Ohio, it's out to a couple friends right now to have them read it and see if they find any problems plot-wise or any of those darned typos. I've got a couple things I also want to look at in the story, but it won't take long after any necessary corrections are made to get the book up for sale. Angela has re-done all the covers for the Dead Man Mysteries, annotating them as to which book is which in the series. I'm replacing those covers, also, while we ponder the final edits.
So, as to our schedule for August. We have our first investigation near St. Francisville, Louisiana, somewhat close to The Myrtles in mid-August. Since my team hasn't seen this fantastic haunted plantation like I have several times, we will definitely go by there.
This is a night shot of The Myrtles I took years ago:
Myrtles at Night
The investigation, however, is at an old Cajun store owned by a good friend, whom I actually first met at The Myrtles. Without her agreement, I won't divulge the location. Hopefully, I can tell you later. A sensitive, also, she has identified five ghosts in the store. Aunt Belle and I previously visited this woman's home, also, and there is activity in it, as well as outside, where some of the Civil War battles took place. I imagine we will get lots of evidence to examine.
Next we have our August 23 stay at the Beckham Hotel in Mineola. Fear Paranormal, Selena Roane's team, is heading up the only paranormal investigation done at the hotel so far besides the ones SRT has done. My crew will only be there to help out, as Selena will be directing this one. We do have four slots left for this. Also, we'll have a new friend with SRT, Karla Lang. We'll be doing some things from now on with Karla, and I'm really looking forward to spending more time with her.
Here Karla and I are, me with my mouth full of birthday cake.
Karla, Me
At the end of August, SRT is investigating a lovely old 1876 home in East Texas. Again, I'll wait to see if the homeowner wants to reveal the location before I do that. Karla will also join us on this investigation, along with our wonderful Aunt Belle. How cool is that?
Double Whew! All of us are really excited to be so busy doing what we love. I'll be reporting back in as to what we find, plus if the investigations warrant it, I'll be giving y'all more extensive reports in an upcoming Ghost Hunting Diary.
Stay safe, and ….
Boo!
T. M.

Sunday, July 27, 2014

Strong Paranormal Energy



I don't claim to know everything about the paranormal. Shoot, I know so little, things continue to surprise me. I've heard numerous explanations about that crawly, ticklish paranormal energy we feel, and while I do believe it comes from ghosts or spirits, I don't understand the nuances of it. At times, it's very faint, nearly imperceptible. Other times, like this past week, it's like wading through a group of paranormal entities standing around me.

Several times over several days this week, the hairs on my arms and neck stood up, but that wasn't all. I could feel this very strong energy encompassing me. It wasn't limited to only one room in my house, either. It followed me from room to room. A couple times, it lasted at least an hour; other times, I could feel it very distinctly, but it didn't last more than a few minutes.
Why did it happen like that? Darned if I know. I'll admit, it worried me once in a while, wondering if someone was here to warn me about some potential harm to someone I loved. However, the past few days, I have hardly felt any energy at all, especially not that heavy energy. There are always an exception or two around here, however. Teddy has been especially strong in the guest bath for some reason. Also, on Thursday evening, I felt the little lady in the kitchen. That little lady ghost always shows up to watch me cook. I was making gumbo, so I assume she wanted to be sure I did it right. One of my neighbors fell and broke his hip a couple weeks ago, and he had come home from rehab that day. So I decided maybe his wife would appreciate a meal that she didn't have to cook. She did, and we enjoyed our share of it, also.
So where did that energy come from? Why so strong? Why did it last so long, then pretty much disappear? I have absolutely no idea. I've been in contact with most of my friends and relatives and received no bad news. So I don't feel it was a portent of something sad about to come into my life. I even checked the electricity around the house to be sure there wasn't a problem somewhere. I've read that electrical wires can actually emit that type of energy sometimes. Supposedly, they can also make you feel as though you are being watched, but that wasn't part of this at all.
Maybe it was just an incident that happened to give me a subject for my blog this week. I'll never lie to you, though. If I don't know, I'll admit it. And I have absolutely no idea what caused this during the past week.
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I'm actually enjoying working on editing Dead Man Ohio. I forget at times how good it feels to start reading a book I wrote from beginning to end. Sure, I'm picking up a few bobbles here and there, and my share of typos. It hasn't overridden that feeling of having accomplished something I'm proud of, though. I'm still hoping to get it up for sale by mid-August, if at all possible.

In other news, Angela set up both a Facebook page and a blog for SRT! I'll be posting on both my regular blog.spot site and the new one. On the new blog, you'll be hearing from the other crew members, also. We've decided to write about subjects that will appeal to others interested in the paranormal. http://www.sroftx.com
The Facebook page is still new, and I'm trying to not duplicate the posts I put on my regular page. Plus the other SRT crew members will share things they find interesting, too. We've been sending out some "like" invitations, but I don't want Facebook to put me in jail for spamming. So if you haven't gotten your invite yet, feel free to drop by and give us a like: https://www.facebook.com/sroftx
Now, I better get back to my editing!
Boo!
T. M.

Sunday, July 20, 2014

Aunt Belle Short Visit



I'll really be lonesome for Aunt Belle by the time she gets back to visit next month. This time, she only made a quick trip in, so she and I could attend her granddaughter's baby shower. Yes, we'll have another one to spoil. I can't wait to do some more shopping for little Raylynn Grace when she arrives next month!
As usual, soon after she arrived, the feel of paranormal energy in the house intensified. However, when I asked her the next morning how she slept, she said wonderful! That's good for her, but sad for the blog, because I don't have anything ghostly to report in here. So I'll have to fall back on something that happened last Sunday.
My crew-mate, Floyd Brigdon, and I were signed in to an internet class from Dave Juliana, of The Ghosthunter Store. It was another demonology class, and while I enjoy those classes, something always happens here that's rather frightening. We hear growls and other strange noises from the computer, plus there is usually an intense feeling of threat. We don't get that type of experience when it's a class about something rather innocuous, such as the one on psychic protection.
This intensely threatening feeling happened again last Sunday, and I ended up using some protections here in the house. I put out some patchouli oil and lit some patchouli incense. I also burned some sage in my turtle shell. This worked well, and after Floyd left, the house felt safe.
The most surprising incident happened during the class, probably about halfway through. Floyd was taking notes and he'd been up and down during class breaks. I've had several teleporting incidents here in my office, some alone and some with Aunt Belle. This is the first time it has happened with someone else. I felt Floyd nudge me and I looked over to see a small packet on his left thigh.
"That just appeared there," Floyd said, his tone of voice a mixture of awe and fear.
"Salt," I said, since that's what it looked like: one of those small packets they give you at a fast food place. "I guess something's telling us to put out some salt."
I got up and started doing that, while Floyd sat there staring at the packet. He didn't appear to want to touch it, so he left it there while the class continued.
Later, he did pick up the packet and said to me, "It's not salt. It's pepper! What does pepper mean?"
I didn't know, but one of the first things I found when I hit Google with my query was: Pepper, Black: Use in protective charms. Banishes negativity, exorcism.
Hmmmmm.
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Next week will start the final edits on Dead Man Ohio. If you're following my progress, you'll see those books you enjoy don't get in a form for you to read just like that! <picture me clicking my fingers> It's sometimes a long, lonely process to get a book written. Well, not so lonely if you consider authors spend a lot of fun time with those characters in their heads. Since you've already seen the cover, I won't be spoiling the story if I tell you there are several appearances of Ohio Grassmen in this book.
What? You thought the Ohio Grassman was a myth like Bigfoot? Shoot, who doesn't believe in Bigfoot? <wink>
My new publisher is still keeping Tennessee Waltz by my other persona, Trana Mae Simmons, on sale for $.99 until Tuesday. I've really enjoyed watching the sales pile up this week and seeing the rankings on the various e-book sites climbing. It's a mixture of knowing there will be some money coming in to keep writing, along with knowing more readers are going to be enjoying my work.

Kindle:
Nook:
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/u/ebooks-nook-books-bargain-deal-3-or-less/379003858?start=1


We had a wonderfully weird cold front hit Texas this week. I was able to turn off my air conditioning and open the windows. As I write this, I'm sitting here totally enjoying the coolness that has lasted now for four days. Fantastic!
Let's all of us take a moment of silence right now to send whatever type of prayer for comfort you want to the families of the passengers on the Malaysian airliner shot down this week. Such a terrible tragedy.
Soft Boo.
T. M.


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