Clarissa Johal

Friday, July 25, 2014

Frightening Friday-Taking Another Day Off

For some of you, this photo may be terrifying. For me, it's one of my better photographs. I love getting up close and personal.

I don't have a post today. My 12-year-old goes back to school on Monday and my 14-year-old starts high school in a month. I'm kind of freaking out because I find the high school thing truly terrifying. It seems like only yesterday I was seeing her off to Kindergarten. Time goes by so quickly.

I'll be back next week with my regular posts. Have a great weekend.

Thursday, July 24, 2014

Thoughtful Thursday-No Thoughts

I'm still trying to get back into the swing of things after my trip to Canada so I have no thoughts for you. Oh! I just celebrated my 50th birthday several days ago. And no, my age has never been a secret. I could never understand why women fall into that trap.

In lieu of my thoughts--here's a pretty picture from my trip. It was my favorite place.

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

#Paranormal Wednesday-What Lies in the Trees

I'm going to toe the line between paranormal in nature and my writer's brain on overdrive. I know you'll forgive me. Last week, I went on a writing vacation to pin down the location and feel for the book I'm working on, tentatively titled THE ISLAND. My agenda was to take an airplane up to Canada, a ferry to one particular island, then kayak to another, smaller island.

It was quite the trek but totally worth it. I was able to get a feel of being on a remote island--which was crucial for this novel I'm working on. Plus, I spent the day exploring and doing what I love to do--hike.

About two hours into my hike I came across a huge tree in the middle of a grove. Its center was burnt-out and the tree stuck out like a sore thumb (there was no fire damage to any of the surrounding trees). Upon examining the tree closer, I was surprised to find a child's tricycle inside. A child's tricycle out in the middle of nowhere...on a tiny little island. A definite WTH?? moment and one that sent my writer's brain in a thousand different directions.
I combed the area to look for a child but found nothing. No adults, no children--there was literally nobody around. Hm. I walked back to the tree, took a picture of the outside and continued with my hike.
That evening when I got back to the mainland, I downloaded my photos onto my computer.

Now, this is probably a trick of the light but I didn't see it when I took the photo. This is the outside of the burnt-out tree. There's a spot on the tree trunk (where the arrow is pointing) that looks like a tribal mask. It kind of brought chills to my spine in conjunction with the tricycle and my location. But again, this could be my writer's brain in overdrive.

What do you think?










**When I was writing this post, my daughter pointed out yet another face inside the tree (where the arrow is pointing. Scroll up to get a bigger picture). At the risk of being one of those people who see the Virgin Mary in their oatmeal--I'm also going to figure this may be a trick of the light and perhaps "just" the way the wood was burnt. One could even go so far as to consider that both masks were carved by a local.
Regardless, I found the whole thing intriguing.

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Tangled Tuesday-Guest Author Debra Robinson

Clarissa, first I’d like to thank you for the opportunity to guest post on your blog.

I’m a musician, songwriter and author of paranormal fiction and non-fiction. And I’ve also been blessed or maybe cursed, with a psychic sensitivity that runs in my family. So, inspiration for writing in the paranormal genre comes from all around me.

My first book was published by Llewellyn Worldwide, sort of a psychic memoir.  
A Haunted Life: the True Ghost Story of a Reluctant Psychic is the story of my first haunted house. I may have been partly responsible for the disturbances there by inviting something in with an Ouija Board. I’ve honestly never really figured out what happened. Was it a poltergeist? Was it from the Ouija? Did my budding psychic abilities cause it, as some researchers believe? All I do know is that it scratched on my sheets while I was under the covers, touched me, locked me in the bathroom, and knocked on walls and ceilings to get my attention. It also made three years of my thirteen-year-old life a living hell. My mother didn’t believe in ghosts. So it wasn’t until she began to be awakened in the early morning by an old man bending over her face that she finally began to believe me. We moved soon after.

I’d never given the afterlife much thought before then. But after that house, this changed. My life path was forever influenced, and I began to study the paranormal. Psychic abilities, palmistry, tarot; I somehow needed to make sense of all I had witnessed. What were these terrifying things I’d never been told about? I realized then, I was on my own in a very frightening world.

I’ve also come to believe in good and evil. I’ve recorded an invisible “something” growling and spitting in an empty room, threatening a friend by name. This kind of evidence will simply no longer allow you to be a skeptic.

But because I’ve found so much evidence to support evil, I also believe in good, as a sort of balance to that. I’m a Christian, but I’ve found I’m too psychic for the Christian world, and too Christian for the psychic world. I’m stranded out here on my own somewhere in-between.

I try to help others when I can, but I avoid the readings I used to do. I had a large private clientele, and was hired by the big psychic hotlines. I now believe all this may have painted me with a large bull’s-eye. I now feel that by association, I lost my loved ones—an only child, a father—because of this. I want to hold on to the little I still have left, to believe in what’s good and stop attracting the evil I now know watches and waits. The best advice I like to give everyone is; stay in the light.

My new book will be out in September. The Dead are Watching: Ghost Stories from a Reluctant Psychic contains true tales of investigations and stories of real hauntings. My next three paranormal suspense titles, Sarah’s Shadows, Sarah’s Sight, and The Haunting of Black Tower Mansion, will be released by Permuted Press in 2015. 

Love and light, Debra Robinson
Author Website








BIO
Debra Robinson is an author, a psychic and a professional musician. She was born into a religious, though psychic family through her maternal line. Her ancestress was Alice Nutter, of the infamous Lancashire Witch Trials of England, who was executed by King James in August 1612.

Three years in a haunted house at a young age started Debra on her quest to understand the paranormal, leading to extensive studies in palmistry, tarot and her own clairvoyance. She lends her abilities to paranormal investigations, and lectures on palmistry and psychic abilities.

Debra has thriving careers in live performance and music publishing and has signed publishing contracts in Nashville and LA; and most recently a song from her catalogue was placed in the red band Matthew McConaughey film trailer (Killer Joe), directed by William Friedkin/The Exorcist.

Debra’s first book A Haunted Life: The True Ghost Story of a Reluctant Psychic published by Llewellyn Worldwide, tells the story of Debra’s lifelong battle with evil after accidently inviting something with an Ouija board. Her next non-fiction book of true ghost stories is slated for release September 2014, titled The Dead are Watching; Ghost Stories from a Reluctant Psychic. She recently signed a 3 book deal with Permuted Press for her fiction work, Sarah’s Shadows and the sequel, Sarah’s Sight, as well as The Haunting of Black Tower Mansion, to be released in 2015. She lives in Ohio, performing music regionally and writing in the off-season. 

THE DEAD ARE WATCHING:
Ghost Stories from a Reluctant Psychic 

Discover a reluctant psychic’s terrifying experiences with the paranormal 


A girl convicted of witchcraft in seventeenth century England stalks an ancestor in her sleep. The Children of Death turn an Ohio nursing home into a ghastly playhouse. A long-dead woman’s screams echo in the eerie silence of a decrepit graveyard. These true encounters with the dead will stay with you long after the last page is turned. 

In The Dead Are Watching, psychic Debra Robinson takes you inside her most frightening experiences with paranormal entities. Follow her exploration into the painful lives and often violent deaths of ghosts, spirits, and other bizarre manifestations. With detailed investigations and personal accounts from Debra’s haunted life, this compelling book will shed horrible light on the darkest mysteries of the spirit realm. 

Praise for A Haunted Life: The True Ghost Story of a Reluctant Psychic 


“If you’ve ever wondered what it’s like to communicate with the dead, read this. It will blow your mind.” 
—John Kachuba, author of Ghosthunters 

“A venture into a woman’s life that takes you and holds you from the first typed word to the last page turn.”
—Sherri Brake, author of The Haunted History of the Ohio State Reformatory 

Monday, July 21, 2014

#MeatlessMonday-Blueberry Buttermilk Muffins

Makes about 3 dozen muffins

Photo courtesy of jamieanne via Flickr
4 cups flour
1-1/2 tsp baking soda
1-1/2 tsp baking powder
1 tsp salt
3/4 cup butter
2 cups sugar
2 eggs
1-1/2 cups buttermilk
2 tsp vanilla extract
1/2 cup sour cream
3 cups fresh blueberries

Sift together flour, baking powder, baking soda and salt
In another bowl, cream the butter and sugar
Add eggs one at a time and beat until fluffy
Add the buttermilk, vanilla and sour cream and mix.
Add all of the sifted flour mixture to the wet mixture and mix for about 1 minute. Don't over mix.
Fold in blueberries
Fill lined muffin tins about 3/4 full

Bake at 375 F for 25 minutes or until done


Friday, July 18, 2014

Frightening Friday-Wanted: Babysitter

Photo courtesy of Seemann via morgueFile
I was chatting with my daughter last week about my first babysitting experience. I started babysitting pretty young (12-years-old to be exact) and in retrospect, my first job would have been an excellent opening to a horror movie.

We had just moved to a small town which sat on the border between Alberta and NWT. The town has since grown but at the time it was very much out in the boonies. It wasn't uncommon to see bear and moose roaming down main street. Our first week there, my parents met a young couple in need of a babysitter for their one-year-old son. Knowing I was itching to prove how responsible I was (and to earn some money) my mom caved and allowed me to offer my services.

The evening finally came and I packed my backpack with homework and snacks and hiked through the woods to their house. The couple handed me their son, some instructions and off they went to enjoy their evening.

The baby and I played for about an hour. Eventually, he became tired and I put him down in his crib, said night-night and shut his bedroom door. My job done, I settled down in the living room, turned on television and proceeded to do my homework. About an hour went by with not a peep from the little guy so I decided to check in on him. As I walked down the hallway, I heard a "click" at the same time I saw the light go on from underneath his bedroom door.

Okay, about a gazillion things went through my mind at that point.

1) The baby couldn't get out of the crib and wasn't walking yet
2) Even if by some miracle he had started walking between the time I put him down in the crib and now--he wasn't tall enough to reach the light switch
3) Which meant somebody was in the bedroom.

The light turned on and off twice more before I quietly started to freak out.
I could call the police. But by the time they got there (I argued with myself) whomever was in the bedroom with the baby could easily hurt him. I was in charge of that baby. Me.

In retrospect, I should have gotten the hell out of the house and called the police. In fact, in telling my daughter this story, I told her exactly that. But at twelve, I was trying to prove myself and felt like it was all on me. So what did I do?
I opened the door.

Those that have babies know that even when they cannot walk yet, one-year-old's are ingenious. This little guy was no exception. The little munchkin had pulled himself to standing and quietly rocked the crib (which was on wheels) back and forth several feet along the wall to where he could reach the light switch. Best. Toy. Ever.

I don't think he was expecting me to burst into tears once I saw there was nobody else in the bedroom with him. Which got him crying as well. *sigh*

The parents got home late that night after Mr. Happy Light Switch had long dropped off to sleep. When I told them what happened, they laughed it off with a, "Oh, he does that sometimes."

Parents. Please tell your babysitters if your children do weird s**t like this because you may not be so lucky. Your babysitter may decide to run screaming from your home and leave your kiddos to fend for themselves.

Thursday, July 17, 2014

Thoughtful Thursday-Priorities

I thought this might be a nice reminder to those who are having a busy week. It's easy to get lost in your job and day to day struggles. There are many versions of this list on the internet but I couldn't find where the list originated from. Suffice to say, I didn't write it but find it extremely helpful when I'm feeling overwhelmed.

Stop. Breathe. Reassess.


10 Questions to Help Focus on What Really Matters


1. Have I made certain that those I love feel loved?

2. Have I done something today that improved the world?

3. Have I conditioned my mind/body to be more strong, flexible and resilient?

4. Have I reviewed and honed my plans for the future?

5. Have I acted in private with the same integrity I exhibit in public?

6. Have I avoided unkind words and deeds?

7. Have I accomplished something worthwhile?

8. Have I helped someone less fortunate?

9. Have I collected some wonderful memories of doing good?

10. Have I felt grateful for the incredible gift of being alive?