LJB Chronicles by Lana J Brock

It is Thursday December 22nd.  My daughter and I made it in to see my mother.  This year all my brothers and sisters and their families will be in for Christmas dinner.  My twin sister, Lisa, will be spending Christmas with my mother early...just like me.  And boy was I met with a beautiful treat when I went into my mother's garage.  It is warm, festive, and prepared for a Christmas feast and joyful, cheerful merriment.  Here are a few photos to delight you.  Yes, you can turn your garage into a warm festive room for family gatherings.  My mother even found a way to hang snowflakes and pinebranches with lights from the ceiling. There is a table with deserts and fruits...pretty to look at and good to eat.  The sweet treats encircle a miniature Christmas tree with pretty colorful lights. A side view of the table shows the colorful bags as well.  Inside can be found treats for all the Family and guests. With a different flash the lights really glisten.  This

I am a lover of trees, the woods, paths, bushes, ponds, creeks and wildflowers and tall dry monkey grass.  I love the feeling of the forces of nature out amongst the trees.  It is there, I can take a breath of fresh air and feel most alive.  These were taken at Meadow Lark Park just behind my house.  It is in Carmel Indiana, a metropolis city of Indianapolis.  You wouldn't even know you were in the city here.  These photos have captured the magic of the woods as I relate to it.  Enjoy.

Lisa Ann, Mary Grace & Lana Jan Brock There was a brief moment in my young life with my twin sister, Lisa, where I had experienced something quite paranormal. I never shared the story with many...as the experience we had together was really inexplicable to us as children. We were not even four years old yet. To this day...we still remember...together. Was it a shared dream as only twins could have? Or was it something else no one could possibly begin to explain? As children we often see things as larger than life. The kitchen counters seem taller, the rooms more massive. It takes quite a few more steps to get from our bedrooms to mommy and daddy. It's funny how when we grow up how small everything looks. All that we had shared together as sisters, in the halls of our home, would seem to remain larger than life...even in memory. In fact, however, those halls aren't as long, wide or frightening as they had seemed back then. Likewise, one must acce

2220 N. Armstrong St. Kokomo Indiana My childhood home after the burning by a serial arsonist in July 2001 This is the synopsis idea I sent to Raw Television's Paranormal Witness to later be produced and aired on Syfy Channel on July 10th, 2013.  Understand that this synopsis does not include every story but only touched on some paranormal experiences with Raw Television producers.  It was never intended to be a book here.  The Blog is my synopsis.  Also, remember television chops and edits out everything people say in their interviews and includes only what they want.  If I could have included everything on the 50 minute program in my episode I could have had a full length featured film.  But I wrote this synopsis for a 50 minute program.  It was spliced, chopped up and edited to suit television purposes.  People write me a lot and ask about the inconsistencies.  But what they don't realize is Television has their own agenda and their own purpose.  They don't ca

I drove from my home in Carmel Indiana 45 minutes north to Kokomo (where I grew up) to visit my mother.  From time to time I find I must return home to find some peace of mind.  It clears my mind a little of the mundane of my routine setup of going to work and home and back to work.  In between my vacations I must find time to reconnect with home and my mother and grandmother.  Today, while visiting with my grandmother, I was fortunate to have had several photos shown to me.  This particular photo above is a few generations of great grandmothers.  I had never known any of these women.  And yet the image reached out and touched my heart, showing me that there is indeed a continuity and legacy that we do leave behind.  There is so much I enjoy about old photos.  So many memories in some and in others I am left to use my imagination to compel me to wonder. This one was taken in 1904 of my great grandmother as a child and her auntie.  It still amazes me when I see that not many

     The place is a small town 10 miles west of Waterloo Iowa. Yes, the town is small enough to pass one by.  If you are driving, be careful not to blink an eye or you may miss it.  When driving the back roads and looking out into the fields of soybean and corn one can hardly imagine an unsettled spirit staying behind for whatever reason; as they gaze the open fields and crystal blue sky.      My sister and her family recently moved into a two-story residence over 100 years old.  The Craftsman house has been newly renovated and is in pretty good condition.  Upon examining the house, in the corner of her eye, an apparition of what looked like a man wearing work pants stood upon the stairs.  She was startled at first and excited all the same.  She spoke to the owner of the home immediately saying, "I just saw a ghost!" Both the owner and the owner's brother looked at one another with familiarity, as if this was not a new experience.  Neither of them would confir