LJB Chronicles by Lana J Brock

I find it amazing when religious people or even spiritualists claim that 99.99% of all claims of demonic activity is unfounded and that the demonic is rare.  Ridiculous yet, so funny.  I saw so much evidence of the demonic as a child at so many different places to convince me that we are at the mercy of those who try to deceive us with LIES that I needed to get the facts on my own....and to get my own direction and discover the truth.    I find it ridiculous that this is what the spiritual world has been reduced to.  The spiritual realm not only includes the souls of all living things but also 1/3 of the heavenly hosts which fell from God's Grace.  Seeing as how God created a multitude of angels for HIS Praise one must not discount the great multitude of demons which transferred to Earth when 1/3 of the multitude had fallen cursed into the darkness realm of the Earth. The spiritual realm is made up of all of God's creatures whether they are Earth Bas...

Evening sky in Carmel Indiana 2013 It has been awhile since I visited my blog.  I thought I'd take a moment to update it.  I've been extremely busy at work and in my life as I take classes for a business degree, and taking trips with my family.  I even bought a bicycle and started a diet in hopes to lose about 40 pounds.  So, this is the reason for my absence. I have also been busy with making photographs and graphics for my website. The most exciting thing that me and my family are awaiting is the beginning of Season 3 Paranormal Witness on Syfy Channel.  Last year, May 2012 producers visited from London England's Raw Television, which produce Paranormal Witness for Syfy, interview me and my family for an hour long episode for their show.  We enjoyed our time with them as they made it enjoyable for us to calmly recall some pretty harrowing and haunted moments of our lives at 2220 N. Armstrong Kokomo Indiana. Our lives will never be the same beca...

Mary Ellen Glass My beautiful grandmother 3/19/29 - 3/22/13 R.I.P. I Love You Forever Grandma As I prepare for the viewing and the funeral service I cannot help but feel a tinge of nervousness.  A tension is visiting me and will not leave me until the cemetery service has ended and I am home.  I have never enjoyed burying any of my family.  However sad and anxiety building it is, I will give my homage, respect and grieving for my beautiful grandmother, Mary Ellen Glass.   Back in the old days I remember spending the night with my grandmother at her house.  As I lived most of my young childhood abiding by strict rules and uncertain of paths I would be permitted to take, living by religious standards and my parents restrictions, it would be grandma who would lend to and encourage my liberty and freedom to express my artistic and creative growth.  My grandmother was interested in my artistic ability long before there even really was a talent...

FAMILIAR PATH This is a poem about realization of the path one has been treading in naivety, with eyes looming large believing they were actually seeing something grand and wonderful, shiny and new, obtainable.  Deceit sometimes reveals itself to others when they obtain self growth beyond the ability to be controlled by that deceitful or controlling, manipulative person.  Familiar Path describes several people to me.  However, it was written with one person in mind.  It could still describe a great deal many people.  I like to identify with people out there who have been lied to or taken advantage of.  It is true, we all sometimes fall prey to those who would take advantage of the weak or naive.  Sometimes, it takes such disadvantage for that person to wake up and realize the realities of their path for which they have tread down.  I enjoyed writing this poem because I was able to reach deep inside my heart and put poetic words to my feel...

This is a poem I wrote back in 2007 about a man who had a large impact on my life beyond my capability or willingness to see.  Back then my world seemed so much brighter on the narrow vision path.  I couldn't see what was to be on either side of me or behind me.  However, I had a wonderful view of what I thought was ahead of me.  Sometimes a person can wield so much power over the foolish and naivety of others.  This was a simple poem for that man.  Sometimes what appears to be wonderful, fresh and new can really be the path to ruin at the hand of someone else's control.  Even when something appears as positive, it doesn't mean that it is really so.  This is really a poem of what seems to be pure, simple, honest and true....at least what it was manipulated and designed to appear to me at that time.  I love this poem because it reflected a true state of my willingness to see a brighter future even if what I was seeing was a picture painte...

LANA HUNT,  (LANA BROCK) 1970 ON GRANDPA'S LAP DURING FAMILY PHOTO That is me and my twin sister Lisa sitting on Grandma and Grandpa's laps.  I am on Grandpa's lap.  I remember this photo.  I was not at all happy that I did not get to sit on Grandma's lap.  My father is holding my sister Mary.  I believe she was only  2 and Lisa and I were about 3.  This photo was likely taken in 1970.  Look at that.  You can tell all my young uncles had real tie knots as none of them look like the clip on.   LANA HUNT, BACK IN 1973, I WAS LANA BROCK, AND WEARING RED CHECKED DRESS All I can say is wow.  Look at the 70's clothes and the hair.  Awesome.  My dad is wearing a radical blue and white shirt with a white tie.  Mom has her hair curled and teased and sprayed with hairspray and all of us in red, white, and blue.  Amazing.  I am the twin standing on the back row i...

It was January 12th, 2013.  It is the middle of winter.  However, it felt as if it was a late spring day.  Wonderful.  I took my camera, while on my walk around the track and onto the trail into Meadow Lark Park.  It was a wonderful day.  Great sunshine.  Also, I took advantage of the spring-like weather to go outside for some exercise.  What a wonderful time to go for a jog or take a long walk.  For me, it's always interesting to bring the camera along.  Never know what I might find.   This was an interesting shot.  I was walking through the woods on the gravel path the went around the pond. There were trees on both sides of me.  But these trees were surrounded by water, as the snow had just melted. There was a thin layer of ice STILL on the pond.  It was over 60 degrees outside....the sun was shining brightly and it was pleasantly warm.  Lovely capture of this ice on such a beautiful day. ...