It was so much fun! Tom and Bob, with their encyclopedic knowledge of all things paranormal, welcomed me with such open minds. We laughed, we pondered, and we shared some awesome paranormal experiences.
Then we discussed my book, The Yin Yang Chronicles—my literary brainchild—that delves into the murky waters where light and shadow intertwine. It’s a journey through ancient prophecies, secret societies, and the blurred line between hero and villain.
But wait, there’s more! You can catch our spirited conversation on the Paranormal Zone YouTube channel. Just click here to listen to the episode. Don’t forget to hit that subscribe button while you’re there! 🔔
So, fellow truth-seekers, join me in this cosmic dance of energies. Let’s explore the unknown, embrace our empathic gifts, and find that delicate balance between light and darkness.
Remember: Paranormal Zone isn’t just a podcast; it’s a portal to wonder, mystery, and maybe—just maybe—the answers we’ve been seeking all along.
Allow me to share a glimpse into my soul—a journey that transcends mere ink on paper. “The Yin ~ Yang Chronicles: Living in the Gray. The Balance between Good & Evil” is my heart’s symphony, a dance between light and shadow, virtue and vice. Within these pages, you’ll find a tapestry woven from threads of mystery, redemption, and the delicate balance between Good and Evil.
As the author, I’ve poured my essence into every page, crafting characters who grapple with their inner demons while navigating a world teetering on the precipice. This is a book full of exciting short stories that unravel the veils of existence, seeking equilibrium in a universe that thrives on polarity.
Why should you embark on this literary odyssey? Here are three compelling reasons:
The Gray Zone: Life isn’t black and white; it’s a canvas of grays. Our choices define us, and sometimes salvation lies in the murkiness. Explore the shadows of morality as our protagonists confront their own shades of gray.
Free Kindle Offer: From April 8th to April 12th, my gift to you—a chance to immerse yourself in this saga without spending a dime. Kindle readers, rejoice! Download your copy and let the words weave their magic.
A Review, A Whisper: In return, I ask for a single favor: a review on Amazon. Share your thoughts, your emotions, your musings. Your words will echo through eternity, shaping the destiny of these tales.
“From Ectoplasm to Enlightenment: My Website’s Metamorphosis”
Year: 2012/ The Ghostly Genesis
Back in 2012, I embarked on a digital odyssey—a humble website that would soon become my canvas for exploration. Little did I know that this virtual space would be my conduit to realms beyond the mundane.
My site became my sanctuary—a place where the curious congregated. We delved into the enigmatic, dissecting EVPs, deciphering cryptic symbols, and chasing after elusive apparitions. My site thrived on the intersection of spirit and science, beliefs and skepticism. It was a haven for the cosmic wanderers, the seekers of the unseen.
500 Posts: A Journey Through the Veil
Fast-forward to today, and my website boasts 500 posts—each a testament to my insatiable hunger for knowledge. But these aren’t just ordinary articles; they’re fragments of my soul, etched in pixels and HTML. Let me take you on a spectral tour of my metamorphosis:
The Paranormal Chronicles:
My early posts were steeped in ectoplasmic intrigue. I shared EVP recordings, and debated the existence of shadow beings. The veil between worlds was thin, and I reveled in its mysteries.
The Whispering Winds of Change:
As the years passed, I felt a shift—a cosmic nudge urging me toward new horizons. The paranormal, once my muse, began to fade like a ghostly apparition at dawn. I yearned for more—a deeper purpose.
My Awakening:
The time had come for my resonation with cosmic vibrations. I shed my spectral pseudonym and stepped into the light. Sheila wasn’t just a name; I became a vessel—an embodiment of transformation.
Wellness with Sheila:
My website underwent an alchemical transformation. The paranormal archives receded, replaced by yoga, mindfulness, and holistic health. Wellness with Sheila emerged—a sanctuary for soul seekers, a refuge for those yearning to align mind, body, and spirit.
The Cosmic Curriculum: What You’ll Find Today
Yoga Sessions: From sun salutations to moonlit flows, I guide you through asanas that awaken your chakras.
Mindfulness Coaching: Dive into the stillness within. Learn to breathe, observe, and embrace the present moment.
Holistic Health: Nourish your body with plant-based recipes, herbal remedies, and ancient wisdom.
Conclusion: Beyond the Veil
As I pen my 500th post (actually this one is my 501st post ☺️), I honor the spectral whispers that birthed my site. It was here, in the twilight of the paranormal, that I glimpsed eternity. And now, as Wellness with Sheila, I invite you to dance with the cosmos—to awaken the universe within.
I want to thank you all for being part of this cosmic journey!
In the quietude of dawn, when the veil between realms is thin, we find ourselves at the crossroads of existence. Yoga, with its ancient wisdom, and the paranormal, with its mysterious energies, converge in a dance of cosmic significance. Let us explore this mystical union—a path less trodden, yet profoundly transformative.
The Asanas of the Soul
1. Asana of Stillness: Savasana
Lie supine, limbs relaxed, palms open to the universe. As you surrender your physical form, invite the unseen to embrace you. Feel the subtle currents—the whispers of spirits, ancestors, and cosmic guides.
2. Asana of Balance: Tree Pose (Vrikshasana)
Root your foot into the earth, extend your branches toward the sky. Imagine your spine as the World Tree, bridging realms. As you sway, acknowledge the spirits dancing alongside you.
3. Asana of Intuition: Third Eye (Ajna Chakra) Activation
Close your eyes. Focus on the space between your brows. Here lies the gateway to other dimensions. Breathe in cosmic energy; exhale doubts. Trust your inner knowing—the language of the unseen.
Pranayama and Etheric Breath
1. Breath of the Beyond: Alternate Nostril Breathing (Nadi Shodhana)
Inhale through one nostril, exhale through the other. Balance the ida and pingala—the lunar and solar energies. Feel the prana flow, connecting you to realms beyond the veil.
2. Breath of the Ancestors: Ujjayi Breath
Constrict the throat slightly as you breathe. Imagine ancestral whispers riding the waves of your breath. They share forgotten wisdom, urging you toward enlightenment.
Meditation: The Portal Within
1. Cosmic Gazing: Trataka
Light a candle. Gaze at the flame. Let it dissolve boundaries. As the fire flickers, see faces, symbols, or glimpses of parallel worlds. Trust what you witness; it is your soul’s memory.
2. Astral Travel: Yoga Nidra
Lie down, body at rest, mind alert. Journey beyond the physical. Visit ancient temples, converse with star beings, or explore Akashic records. Your astral body knows no bounds.
The Haunted Aspects
1. Ghosts in the Breath: Prana and Apana
Prana—the life force—meets Apana—the downward energy. In this union, we touch the ethereal. Ghosts of past lives, unresolved emotions, and cosmic echoes emerge. Breathe through them; release their grip.
2. Spirits in the Stillness: Meditation and EVP (Electronic Voice Phenomena)
Meditate in haunted spaces. Invite spirits to communicate. Record your thoughts; listen for their whispers. They seek acknowledgment, closure, or companionship. Be a bridge between realms.
Closing the Circle
As yogis, we honor both the seen and the unseen. Our mats become sacred circles, our breath the incantation. When we stretch toward the heavens, we touch the stars. When we delve into the paranormal, we remember—we are stardust, boundless and eternal.
So, dear seeker, embrace the mystical. Let your chakras spin, your aura expand. In the dance of yoga and the paranormal, find liberation—the ultimate asana of the soul.
The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the ancient stones of the monastery. I sat cross-legged on the dew-kissed grass, my eyes closed, and my mind reaching for something beyond the veil of reality. The air smelled of incense and pine, a heady mix that seemed to pull me deeper into meditation.
For years, I had sought solace in these secluded hills, seeking answers to questions that eluded me. The monks whispered of a hidden path—one that led not to enlightenment, but to something far more profound. They spoke of realms beyond our own, where spirits danced and whispered secrets to those who dared to listen.
As I breathed in, I imagined roots growing from my spine, anchoring me to the earth. My consciousness expanded, reaching out like tendrils seeking connection. And then, it happened—the veil thinned, and I glimpsed a world beyond.
In my visions, I wandered through a moonlit grove. The trees were ancient, their bark etched with symbols I couldn’t decipher. Their leaves rustled, and I heard whispers—soft, insistent. The spirits were here, waiting to share their knowledge.
I approached a gnarled oak, its branches twisted like arthritic fingers. “Who are you?” I asked, my voice barely audible.
The wind carried the answer—a name I couldn’t comprehend. But it didn’t matter. The spirit’s presence enveloped me, filling the gaps in my understanding. It spoke of forgotten rituals, of incantations that could bend reality. And then, it revealed the key—the Silver Lotus.
The monks had never mentioned the Silver Lotus. It was said to bloom only once every century, deep within the heart of the Himalayas. Legend had it that whoever consumed its petals would gain access to the spirit world—a bridge between the mundane and the supernatural.
I set off on my quest, guided by dreams and intuition. The journey was treacherous—icy winds, avalanches, and the ever-present danger of falling into crevasses. But I pressed on, fueled by a hunger that transcended physical needs.
Finally, I stood before the Silver Lotus—a delicate flower, silver petals shimmering in the moonlight. I plucked one, hesitating for a moment. Then, I swallowed it whole.
The world shifted. Colors bled into each other, and I found myself standing in the Whispering Grove once more. But this time, the spirits were clearer, their voices urgent.
“You seek answers,” they murmured. “Ask.”
And so, I did. I asked about life, death, and the purpose of existence. They spoke of cosmic tapestries, of souls woven into patterns beyond comprehension. They showed me glimpses of other realms—of cities made of light, of beings with wings of fire.
But there was a price. The Silver Lotus had bound me to this place. I could no longer return to the monastery, to the mundane world. I was a bridge—a vessel for their whispers.
Now, I sit in the Whispering Grove, my body fading, my spirit merging with the unseen. I write these words as a testament—a guide for those who follow. Seek the hidden path, embrace the supernatural, and listen to the whispers from the veil.
For beyond the mundane lies a universe of wonder—a dance of souls, a symphony of stars. And I, the Silver Lotus, am forever entwined in its melody.
May you find your own path, my dear friends, and may the spirits guide you.
Yep, you read that right! Check out my site…. Super busy giving my site a makeover to embrace the changes that are happening in my life.
No more darkened monochromatic shades of black and gray. Nope! Light blues, cotton candied pinks and gold adorn my site from now on, along with new exciting pages!
Big changes are definitely happening and my site is a very special part of that! And.. It will no longer be called sheilareneeparker.com. It’s being changed to sheilareneebroadway.com because I am no longer Sheila Renee Parker. That was my married name for more than two decades. Now that I’m divorced, I’m going back to my maiden name of Sheila Renee Broadway.
Thank you all so much for being there for me! I love you dearly and am so grateful for each and every single one of you!!
I invite you to take a moment to check out the changes I’ve made here. Hope you enjoy!
Namaste! 🙏✨
With love and gratitude,
Your guide through realms and asanas…. ~ Sheila ❤️
As I sit here, penning this heartfelt post, I am filled with both excitement and nostalgia. Life is a tapestry of experiences, woven together by threads of the extraordinary and the mundane. Today, I invite you into my inner sanctum—a place where the mystical meets the earthly, where energy swirls and asanas ground us. Welcome to my metamorphosis—a journey from the enigmatic realms of the paranormal to the serene mat of a yoga instructor.
The Haunting Shadows
My fascination with the paranormal began early. As a child, I’d huddle under blankets, devouring ghost stories by flashlight. The unseen, the inexplicable—it held me captive. I explored haunted houses, dabbled in tarot cards, and sought solace in moonlit forests. The veil between worlds was thin, and I danced upon its edge.
But life has a way of nudging us toward unexpected paths. As I grew, so did my hunger for understanding. The spirits whispered, urging me to seek balance—to bridge the ethereal with the corporeal.
From Séances to Sun Salutations
And so, I stepped onto my yoga mat—a sacred space where breath and movement unite. The studio became my sanctuary, the asanas my incantations. Each pose, a prayer; each flow, a spell. I shed my spectral cloak and embraced the warmth of the sun salutation. The ghosts lingered, but now they swirled in the fragrant incense, not as specters but as curious observers.
Inhale. Exhale. The rhythm of life echoed through my veins. I traded séances for savasana, Ouija boards for ujjayi breath. The paranormal clung to me like mist, but I learned to dance with it—to honor both realms.
The Lotus Blooms
And here I stand—a yoga instructor, a guide for those seeking solace within their bodies. My classes are more than physical; they are portals to self-discovery. As I lead students through warrior poses, I whisper ancient mantras—their vibrations resonating with forgotten memories. We stretch not only muscles but also the boundaries of our existence.
My writings, once filled with ghostly tales, now weave threads of mindfulness and compassion. The ink flows like prana, infusing each word with intention. My website, too, transforms—a chrysalis awaiting emergence. Expect new pages, fresh insights, and perhaps a touch of magic.
Invitation to You
To my fabulous readers—the ones who’ve journeyed with me through haunted forests and moonlit nights—I extend an invitation. Join me in this new chapter. Let’s explore downward dogs and chakras, side by side. Your presence, your energy—it fuels my metamorphosis. Together, we’ll honor the past while embracing the lotus that blooms within.
Visit my site, where the paranormal whispers still echo, but now they harmonize with the rustle of leaves in tree pose. Let’s sip chai tea and discuss astral projections. Let’s meditate on moon phases and share sun salutations. You, my dear readers, are the constellations guiding my way.
Conclusion
Life is a kaleidoscope—a shifting mosaic of light and shadow. As I step into this new role, I carry the paranormal in my heart. It’s not a farewell; it’s an expansion. So, let’s raise our arms, touch the sky, and breathe. The universe winks, and I smile—a yoga instructor with stardust in her veins.
Namaste! 🙏✨
With love and gratitude,
Your guide through realms and asanas…. ~ Sheila ❤️
Hey everyone, just wanted to throw a shout out to you all because you’re all so awesome!!
It’s a cold, rainy day here on the Gulf Coast in Alabama, but ya know what?! Life’s still beautiful!!
If you’re on Facebook or Twitter (still can’t get used to calling the latter “X”… ), let’s connect there as well! Would love to see and interact with your fun posts!!
Oh… And the release date of my next book’s publication is in the works! It’s a combination of short stories that intertwine with the dark and light of the world… horror and “not-so” horror stories… Wait, what does that even mean?! Lol… No spoilers… you’re gonna have to stay tuned! Super excited!!!
Happy Monday, everyone!! Hope you are all doing well!
The year is off to a beautiful start! Saturday morning I taught my very first restorative yoga class. Originally thought it was going to have 6-12 students, but the turnout was incredible with 20 students!!
And just ordered my business cards, super excited about them!! Here’s what they’ll look like.
Also, on Saturday, I attended a paranormal meeting for The Ladies of High Strangeness Society. There was a guest speaker/ psychic… it was so much fun! Once a month there will be a paranormal meeting held at our local library, each having a guest speaker. In June, I’ll be the guest speaker for that meeting.
Next month I will be a guest on a very exciting paranormal podcast! And my second book is scheduled for publication soon, I’ll keep you all posted… stay tuned!!
2024 is definitely off to a great start! Hope for all of you as well!
Let us know what exciting things you’ve got planned. Stay blessed, you are all much loved!!
In the shadowy recesses of the cosmic abyss, a malevolent force, born of ancient nightmares, stirred with a hunger for chaos. Unseen by mortal eyes, this malevolence coalesced into a dark entity known as the Harbinger. Its presence sent shivers through the fabric of reality, heralding an impending doom.
As the Harbinger unleashed its sinister power, the very essence of terror coagulated into four grotesque forms—the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. Pestilence, a wretched amalgamation of decay and disease; War, a monstrous embodiment of carnage and destruction; Famine, a skeletal figure draped in hunger and desolation; and Death, a spectral reaper wielding a scythe that thirsted for the souls of the living.
With a blood-curdling scream that echoed through the cosmos, the Horsemen came to life, their malevolent eyes reflecting the abyss within. The Harbinger bound them to its will, commanding them to ride forth upon the astral winds and unleash a torrent of horror upon the realms of existence.
Pestilence spread a virulent plague that withered life to its very core, leaving barren landscapes and desolate cities in its wake. War swung its colossal sword, unleashing a cataclysmic conflict that consumed entire civilizations in a frenzied maelstrom of violence and despair. Famine cast a cursed shadow, draining the life force from all living things, turning once-thriving lands into ashen wastelands.
And then came Death, the harbinger of ultimate darkness. Its skeletal steed galloped relentlessly, and with each stride, the fabric of reality unraveled. Souls were torn from their mortal vessels, and a symphony of anguished wails echoed in the void.
As the Four Horsemen rode together, the apocalyptic storm they unleashed devoured worlds and extinguished stars. The cosmic tapestry of existence tore asunder, revealing the gnashing maw of oblivion. The Harbinger reveled in the chaos, watching as the universe succumbed to the grotesque ballet of destruction.
The birth of the Four Horsemen marked the onset of an unrelenting apocalypse, a nightmare from which there was no awakening. The cosmic horrors they wrought left no corner of the cosmos untouched, and the screams of the dying echoed into the eternal abyss, swallowed by the void that now reigned supreme.
SHEILA RENEE BROADWAY 