Angela Faye Moore

Embarrassing moments   Years ago, I was having breakfast at a local eatery as part of my usual routine.  While enjoying my meal, I noticed that a nearby table had not been bussed, a task that customers were expected to perform for themselves at this particular place.  I saw that this careless customer had not only left behind their clutter, but also a half-eaten sausage biscuit.  My dog Opie was waiting in the car, and I felt that he would enjoy having that biscuit for his breakfast.  The restaurant was full, yet the surrounding booths were empty.  So, finishing my breakfast quickly and gathering all of my rubbish onto my tray, I walked by the table, gazing intently ahead.  While balancing my tray on one hand, I surreptitiously slipped the abandoned sandwich off the plate and into my pocket, and kept right on walking without missing a beat.  After disposing of my tray, I walked toward the door smiling happily, thinking of the wonderful treat...

One afternoon, my friend Sherry and I were talking as we walked around the little drive that wrapped around the manicured lawn. We were enjoying a nice afternoon when we looked far ahead of us from atop the hill and saw the figure of a robed man, literally standing in the sky. He was pure white and was glowing as if lit from within. He was extremely large, quite still, and seemed to hover just above the trees. We stood for some time and watched him hold his silent vigil. Because we could not understand what it was that we were witnessing, we finally decided that it must have been a statue, and that it only appeared to be floating. When we left the cemetery, the figure was still there, radiant in the daytime sun, overlooking the trees that lay before it. The figure was gone the next day, and in fact, was never seen by my friend or myself again on our many strolls around the cemetery. Many years later, I met my friend again and asked if she remembered what we saw that day, and sh...

Some folks have asked me to serial my book on here, so, ok I will. It is really just a collection of my experiences. I hope to add some new stories as well. Chapter 1 About Me It is said that in times past, due to his eccentric habits, the village wise man, or shaman, was often mistaken by outsiders to be the village idiot. I think that being psychic is akin to shamanism, and that maybe that explains why I am often confused. I find myself with one foot in this world and another in the spirit realm, making it hard to focus on whatever real world task is at hand. I like to think that being somewhat confused is a charming trait, or otherwise I might tend to worry about it. While I have been known to answer questions concerning the depths of spiritual truths, have guided lost souls to enlightenment, and have assisted grieving ones through their deepest moments of despair, I still have a hard time functioning properly in the everyday world. When my clients come to visit, they...