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Through Angela’s Eyes
A view of the world through the eyes of a southern psychic
By Angela Moore
Copyright © 2006 Angela Fae Moore
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form, except for the inclusion of brief quotations in a review, without permission in writing from the author or publisher.
Edited by Kim Clark
ISBN 978-1-84728-170-8
Publisher: Angela Fae Moore via Lulu.com
“Through Angela’s Eyes” reveals the experiences of psychic Angela Moore as told in her own words. While her experiences are sometimes poignant, occasionally eerie, and often humorous, they are always entertaining.
Many of her essays have been aired on acclaimed radio station, WNCW in Spindale NC, and several have been printed in Asheville’s Citizen-Times or the McDowell News.
Special thanks to Kim Clark for her assistance in the construction of this book and for her excellent production of
“Metaphysical Matters.”
For being such good sports, special thanks go to Jayme, Dustin, Lisa and especially James.
Chapter 1 About Me
Chapter 2 Strange Happenings
Chapter 3 Embarrassing moments
Chapter 4 Other Worlds
Chapter 5 Medicine Man
Chapter 6 Communicating with Animals and a Communicating Animal
Chapter 7 Life’s a Ride
Chapter 8 A Psychic Warning
Chapter 9 Dogs
Chapter 10 Lady in the Garden
Chapter 11 Dr K
Chapter 12 Doorknobs and Dolls
Chapter 13 Double Trouble
Chapter 14 Little People
Chapter 15 James
Chapter 16 Voices
Chapter 17 Missing Persons
Chapter 18 The Case of the Missing Remote Control
Chapter 19 Guides and Dimes
Chapter 20 It is the Thought That Counts
Chapter 21 Office Shenanigans
Chapter 22 Healing
Chapter 23 Mouse
Chapter 24 Haunted Inn
Chapter 25 Nautical Adventure
Chapter 26 Journey in Spirit
Chapter 27 Dear Diary
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 generally leave with heightened spiritual awareness and a deeper understanding of the forces at work in the world around them. They also tend to leave chuckling, for while I am dispensing this wisdom I am also wrangling Chihuahuas, applying tortured logic to convince my husband James to complete a household chore, and frantically searching the cushions of my chair for some lost object. Some of my clients affectionately call this “the Angela experience.”
Fortunately, humor is an important part of spiritual enlightenment. It is through the ability to laugh that we can access our higher selves and diminish the fear of the serious and sometimes ominous tasks we have set out to do. Laughing at ourselves not only keeps life in perspective, it keeps us healthy, both physically and emotionally. Humor allows us to detach and observe the human condition. Most importantly, laughing at life and at ourselves allows us to stay balanced.
I used to find myself in trouble quite often, as I was prone to verbalizing personal observations about folks that were obvious to me, but not so apparent to others. Although intuitive ability runs in my family, I was not as good at keeping my perceptions to myself as they were, and did not realize I might be different from folks outside the kin.
It was well known in my family that my aunt had dreams that later came true, and that my uncle was able to sense illness in others and could heal through touch. My father has had psychic experiences as well. Before the days of caller ID, when you telephoned my dad, more often that not he would pick up and immediately say your name before you had a chance to speak. My grandfather, a truly sweet and caring man, often knew in advance when someone was going to die, and was able to take physical pain away from others on occasion. Papaw, as we called him, always introduced me to others as being special. I thought that was because I lived with him due to my parents’ divorce. However, he later told me that when his late wife had delivered her last child, my dad, she had said that this child was special. Papaw said that he was not sure what she meant, but knew that not only this child would be special, but that his children would be special as well.
Perhaps the special label referred to intuitive ability. However, I was over thirty years old before a businesswoman that I respected finally explained to me that I was psychic. Because of that lady confirming what I had suspected, I began helping people sort out their problems, giving guidance and encouragement, and sharing my vision for them. Until that lady guided me, and encouraged me to act on my abilities, I had not realized how truly different from others I was.
As a child, for example, I often heard the “walls talking” in the house where I lived with my grandparents. I would hear laughter of children, the voice of their mother, and other grown-ups murmuring to one another. It never occurred to me that I was the only one hearing them. It was a comforting sound to me and I was usually lulled to sleep by their happy chatter. When I was older, the wall’s chatter ceased, yet I often felt the presence of unseen others in the room where I slept. I remember having conversations with them in the dark and even reported that fact to my step-grandmother who was still awake in the living room. She assured me that it was only my imagination, and that no one was in my room. I promptly went back to bed and reported to everyone what she had said, and they seemed as confused as I was. They were still there, and no amount of explaining sent them away. I still have the image in my mind of one child sitting on my bed, scratching his head and looking so puzzled upon hearing that he did not exist.
There was another presence in the room at times: a man who was frightening to me. When he would appear, I would take out my Bible that I kept under my pillow and threaten him with it, as any good little Baptist should. It actually worked quite well. Still, I spent many tension-filled nights fearful that he would return.
Visions became a normal part of my world at an early age. I remember standing in the doorway of the back bedroom that opened into the kitchen. As I peered into the kitchen, I had a vision of a woman standing at the stove cooking. I felt that she was the owner of this house: my house. At that time, I was about four years old and I felt that she was incredibly old, probably in her early thirties. She had short brown hair, and seemed very busy with her preparations. As I watched this woman, I felt that she was very familiar, and then I realized that I was looking at a future version of me. Many years later, I did in fact buy my childhood home. One day as I stood cooking dinner for my children, I felt the hair stand up on the back of my neck, and felt eyes boring into my back. I started to turn and look, but stopped. I knew what it was that I was feeling: I felt the child that I had been looking forward into time at the woman I had become. Under my breath, I said, “I feel you, I know you are there.” The sensation of being watched left me, and I realized that a child’s prophecy had been fulfilled.
I realize now that time is an illusion and, rather than think of it as linear, I think of it in this way: Imagine that you are holding a movie reel. All of time is contained in this movie. All that was or will be is recorded there. There are alternate realities with different acts played out, but still the complete movie is on the reel that you hold in your hand. However, in order for it to make sense, you have to experience it one frame at a time. Sometimes we have glimpses into the future, or possible futures depending on choices we make now. While some events are destiny, there may be many paths to those points of destiny. Those paths are determined by the choices we make based on our own free will.
Another childhood vision took place in that kitchen as well. I became aware that there would be a child in my life that would be confined to a wheelchair. I knew that I loved her and that she was wanted. I told my step-grandmother, “I want a handicapped child when I grow up!” “No! You want your children to be healthy,” she said. I felt confused because I knew what I had felt and I knew that I loved this child. Once again, doubt filled my mind and I thought that maybe I was wrong. Still, I could not release the feelings of love that I had experienced for this child I did not yet know. Years later, when I was fourteen, my father and stepmother became the parents of beautiful twin girls. One grew up as a dancer. In fact, she won trophies in regional competitions. Her twin, however, was struck with cerebral palsy at birth, and is to this day confined to a wheelchair. I am certain that she is the child I believed to be my own in my vision years earlier. I was very active in the girls’ childhoods, so much so that many people in town erroneously believed them to be my own children, much to my great embarrassment since I was myself a mere teen.
I also began to get a sense of my own destiny at an early age. When I was four or five, while playing with my dolls, I suddenly felt panicked and needed to know what region of the country I lived in. I knew that I needed to be in the south. I do not know why I needed to be, just that I did. I ran to my step-grandmother and asked her where we were. She answered that we were in North Carolina. “But I need to be in the south,” I said. She reassured me that North Carolina was in the south, despite the name. I felt relieved, my panic vanished, and I resumed my play. I was strangely comforted by the knowledge that I was living where I knew that I was meant to be.
I also recall feeling amazed as a child upon learning that man had not made it to the moon yet. It seemed impossible to me that mankind was still earthbound. I thought, “You mean that is as far as we come, we haven’t even been to the moon?” I remember feeling utterly disappointed and completely surprised at this knowledge.
Chapter 2 Strange Happenings
As an adolescent, I sometimes claimed to be psychic as a joke, but I still assumed that everyone was like me. However, I began to wonder if anyone else was experiencing as many strange occurrences as I was. At age eleven, after I had moved in with my much-loved dad and stepmother, I was introduced to an upsurge of psychic energy likely due to the change in my environment, as well as the beginning of my adolescence.
While drifting off to sleep one night, I imagined receiving a phone call from my birth mother. I had only seen this woman once briefly since my infancy. As I lay there, I imagined my stepmother taking a call, and saying to me, “Angie, it is your mother,” and handing me the phone. I imagined her words and my responses. I imagined that she asked if I was happy and I that I said, “Yes, I’m happy, but not ha-ha happy.” I thought that was a witty rejoinder, having heard a teenager say something to that effect earlier in a different situation. The next day, that vision was played out in exact detail. My birth mother did call, and when she asked if I was happy, I remember thinking,” This is the part where I now say this….” Still, I doubted that it was that unusual, and in fact, I do know many others who have had similar experiences.
It was about this point in my life, in early adolescence that the walls in my new home began to mutter. I walked into my room one afternoon after hearing what I thought was my radio playing. As I leaned over to turn it off, I realized that in fact, it was not on at all, and that the voices I heard seemed to be coming from all about the room. The voices seemed distant and were overlapping each other. I heard both male and female voices, but did not understand the words. They became louder as I stood there, becoming aware that this was not something of this world. I screamed and ran outside to my friends. When my stepmother, a sensitive yet practical woman, returned home from work, I told her what had happened. She told me firmly that people who hear voices like that needed psychiatrists, so I never mentioned anything like that to her again. She was frightened for me, and her fear worried me.
Fortunately, the voices did not return at that time, though later in life, I would hear other, different voices. One voice has called out not only my name, but the name of others who have been in my home as well. Oddly enough, the voice actually sounds as if it were my own voice calling out. I have since learned that our name’s vibration is so familiar to us, that it will be heard through the veil between realities more readily than any other sound.
There was a cemetery on the hill behind our house. It was not a dreadful place, but a peaceful location where many of the people in our neighborhood took daily walks. Often, my friends and I would go there just to have something to do.
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 she confirmed that my memory was accurate.
Like many other teenage girls in the 1970s, the walls of my room were covered with posters of the “heart throbs” of the day. My favorite was David Cassidy. One night when I had some of my friends over, we witnessed David’s young and beautiful face on the poster turn into that of an old wrinkled man, right before our eyes. There were also nights when my friends and I observed every light in the house turn on and then off again without any human help.
Talking on the phone was my favorite thing to do at age thirteen, much to my dad’s chagrin. The man must have told me one hundred times a week to get off the phone. One day while my dad was outside in the front yard, I was in the kitchen having a phone chat with a friend when the doorknob of the carport door began to rattle. I became frightened, not of anything unearthly, but of my dad catching me on the phone again! I quickly hung up and struck an innocent pose. I waited for him to enter, but instead, the doorknob shook even more vigorously than before. I walked to the door thinking that it was merely locked and that I needed to open it. Just as I touched it, it became still. I flung the door open, the word “hey” on my lips, fully expecting my dad to be waiting on the other side. However, to my surprise, no one was there at all, and the storm door was firmly closed.
One summer night when I was alone, I was watching the Johnny Carson show in the living room shortly before midnight. I was waiting for a commercial so that I could attend to my nightly chore of taking out the trash. As I watched TV, I glanced toward the doorway to the kitchen in time to see a white hazy human form pass directly across the doorway and towards the door to the carport. I was frozen in my chair, and could not bring myself to move for an hour. Not willing to face the darkness of the kitchen and the carport beyond, I let the garbage stay put that night.
The next day, however, when I did go outside, our neighbor Barbara from across the street called out to me. “Why did you not speak to me last night?” she asked. “What are you talking about?” was my reply. “I saw you come out of your house and walk around the corner. I yelled at you, but you just kept on going.” Apparently, for reasons I do not understand, the spirit had taken on my form once outside the house. I inquired as to the time of this sighting, and she said it was around midnight.
While it seems clichéd that many of my adventures have taken place around midnight, or even on the proverbial dark and stormy night, it is nevertheless when they happened. I think that there are certain times that are more apt to create the right vibration that allows paranormal events to unfold. The best time for things to happen are “in between” times, and the best places are “in between” places. The most special time is at dusk or dawn, when it is neither dark nor light.
Midnight marks the in between time of am and pm, and other-worldly things are more noticeable at night when there are less distractions to hamper visions. In between places, or magical, places are places such as a riverbank or beach- not part of the water, but not fully dry land. Another place might be in the branches of a tree- part of the air, but still connected to earth. I find my deck is a special place because it is part of the house yet still part of outside, part of the land but suspended in air. Being in such a place or time is conducive to heightened awareness.
It is also interesting to note that adolescence is an “in between” age and is the age at which some young people attract accelerated supernatural activity around them. Indeed, poltergeist activity has almost exclusively been noted around adolescents.
Chapter 3 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 Opie would soon receive. On the way, I passed a nice smiling businessman headed back to his table. He nodded and I smiled. He was obviously returning to his breakfast after refilling his cup of coffee. Suddenly, I realized that he was returning to an empty plate, and that his breakfast was riding cozily hidden in my pocket. My joy turned to fear and embarrassment, but all I could do was to keep walking. I jumped in my car, and as I looked back, I saw the poor man at the counter wildly waving his arms and the waitress sadly shaking her head. The truly sad part is that Opie snubbed the biscuit.
I would like to say that I have improved with age. However, that is not the case. Some time ago, a nice man was coming by for a visit. This man is quite attractive, and while neither of us is available, I still was slightly more aware of my femininity. I was wearing a sweater that was v- necked and tended to become looser as I became warmer. I thought about changing into something more subdued, since I am quite blessed in the bosom, but decided against it as I was busy cleaning house and taking phone calls all morning. “Besides,” I thought, “Who cares if someone sees a little cleavage? I am not so old yet.”
Finally, my visitor arrived and I answered the door. Suddenly I felt that changing my sweater might have been the thing to do, because he immediately began staring at my cleavage. However, my lesser judgment took over and I sort of felt, well, sexy. Could it be that I still had “it,” even now? At age forty-something, it felt nice to be admired. He took a seat, and I noticed amidst our pleasantries that he was still gazing at my chest. I started feeling a little uncomfortable and I feared I was showing more than I had realized. As I started to talk, I shifted a little nervously in my seat, and again I noticed his eyes slipping downward. “My bust must be a powerful tool,” I thought.
It was just at this moment my phone rang. I looked to my left, then to my right, and finally to the center and down. I had plunged my telephone into my cleavage for convenience sake while cleaning and had not thought of it again. I just looked him in the eye and said, “I’ll get that.”
I will continue to believe I am eccentric rather than strangely absent and find comfort in knowing that at least for a “wise woman,” I am normal.
Chapter 4 Other Worlds
Many believe there are countless worlds. In certain places, perhaps they overlay one another, and pieces of one protrude into another. When a person has a high vibration due to their nature, or because they are in a state of change, they are able to perceive and perhaps interact with these worlds. When intense change is occurring, it is possible that this creates a vibration that “stirs things up” energetically and creates a tear in the veil that separates us from other realms.
There are also portals that open between worlds, some of which are stable, some that move randomly. Some spirits, or guides, are part of a realm where they are able to see and help us in ways that will not always be understood by us who remain here. Here, we have blinders on, but in a higher reality, we have full vision and we “get” the big picture. Some guides are those who have known and loved us in life, but others are assigned to us for a certain purpose. Some may be with us throughout our lives and have known us only in spirit.
In addition, in other realms, there are spirits who are called common spirits, or ghosts. Often these spirits are unaware that they are dead, or knowing that, they are not ready to move on for some reason that is personal to them. They are the same now as when they were living. They may feel that they are caught in a dream or something simply feels wrong. Other realms are home to other-worldly beings, wayward spirits, ministering angels, aliens, etc. Angels, while often working as guides, are not humans who have passed over, but created beings who can and do assist us in our spiritual growth and connect us better to God. Many alien life forms exist, some which interact with us, some which are oblivious to us. They travel inter-dimensionally, some through portals in space. Each world can be accessed through thought, with your imagination creating a bridge that connects one reality to another. This bridge is different than a portal, as it is created within the confines of your mind. However, this type of energy can open a portal if it raises the vibration of the energy surrounding the one using the power of imagery or visualization.
Chapter 5 Medicine Man
It was an interesting session on the day when the Medicine Man came to see me. It was hard for me to believe that someone so intriguing would request me to do a psychic reading for him. Nevertheless, he did ask and I was happy to oblige. His energy was powerful, yet so loving that reading him was as easy as reading the morning paper. I felt connected to him and I believe that he felt the same way toward me. He was quite a force: tall, handsome, and very much a man of two worlds. The energies of the bear and the hawk were with him, and an inner wisdom was strong with him as well.
During our session, his energy became so intense that the spirits that inhabited my house became animated. One of the spirits had appeared to me during my childhood (I had lived in the house when I was young.), then again as an adult. I felt this spirit was a highly frightened, yet equally terrifying man. My son, Dustin, was also acquainted with this spirit, having been awakened from sleep only to find him literally hovering above him as he lay in his bed. Dusty never slept in that room again.
Another spirit was also activated during the Medicine Man’s visit, that of a young girl, who was “hiding” in the attic. She longed for her mother. I had felt this being on occasion throughout my life as well. When she was active, I would become nearly overwhelmed with an urge to buy dolls. I would buy collectable dolls, put them on display, and then experience relief as if the emotions of the girl had been satiated. It was only after I began my own spiritual journey that I realized that I was not satisfying a whim of my own, but that of another energy influencing me from another realm. One doll was especially connected to the girl. This was made apparent, as the dolls’ expression would subtly change as you gazed at her little face. She would often look pouty, sometimes angry, but rarely contented.
As these spirits became enlivened during the session with the Medicine Man, I began to feel them as they spoke through me. I literally became the emotional conduit for the girl and began to sob, crying for what felt like my own mother, homesickness overwhelming me.
At this point, the spirit from the back bedroom made his appearance through me as well. He explained that he was afraid to move on, afraid that hell was awaiting him. He was determined to stay there, and he who was confining the girl. He was lonely and needed her company. At this point, my body was wracked with sobs and trembling, and I was overwhelmed with energy.
The Medicine Man rose to his feet, a majestic presence at nearly six and one half feet tall. “ENOUGH,” he said, and with that took control of the situation. He asked me, even though I was caught up in the emotions of the spirits that were there, to tell him what to do. I briefly felt the presence of yet another spirit. This was not the spirit of a ghostly figure however, but an ancient being, a Native American elder. I heard one word: “smoke.” The Medicine Man said that was clear enough and tore open a cigarette, lit the tobacco in an ashtray, and fanned the smoke throughout the room. He then directed the child to go to the light, and she did. Her energy was instantly gone. The man from the back bedroom, however, was more stubborn. He was angry and afraid. His energy did finally abate, and we hoped that he too had left this realm and found peace.
I was able to finally find calm at this point and continued my session with my guest. As the session drew to a close, I had to tell him something that disturbed me greatly. “You have a chink in your armor,” I said, as I felt there was a tear in the energy field that surrounded him. He asked me how to repair it, but I did not know how. I just felt he simply needed that information. Finally, the session ended, and he gave me a wonderful bear hug and told me that I did not realize what I had, but that someday I would. With that, he left, and I never saw him again. Within minutes of his leaving, I heard a man clear his throat. The sound emitted from the back bedroom. I realized that the spirit was still at home, though hiding.
Shortly after that meeting with the Medicine Man, I received a phone call from our mutual friend, Darlene. She told me that our friend had suffered a stroke, but was expected to recover. I did not agree with that prognosis however, and a sense of dread overcame me. The chink in his armor had been found and I feared he would not stay in this world.
The next day found me busy cleaning the house and preparing lunch. Suddenly, I felt a presence, and I immediately recognized the energy. It was the Medicine Man. I felt his voice inside my head as he directed me to look at my watch. The time was 1:26 pm. Suddenly I felt a rush of energy, like a wind, yet it was not a wind. It came from the bedroom, passed through me, and continued to pass through the wall and away. I was acutely aware of the emotions of the man from the back room as he passed through my body. I felt intense fear, followed by great relief and joy. I knew the spirit was gone. Just then, the pot on my stove began to boil over. I put the experience to the back of my mind and then allowed myself to doubt what I had felt. After all, maybe I was only imagining what had just happened.
The next morning, a friend of mine and I were returning after having breakfast at a local restaurant. As we stepped onto the walkway into my home, a hawk suddenly swooped directly over the roof of the house, over our heads, and away. I felt a sense of recognition: I knew at that moment that it embodied the spirit of the Medicine Man. I ran in my house and called Darlene. “Darlene,” I exclaimed, “what has happened to our friend?” “He died,” she said, “He left us at 1:15 yesterday afternoon.” I believe as he departed this world, he visited me, and he kindly assisted the confused man’s spirit in moving on as well.
The Medicine Man is still with me at times. As I write this, the lamp flickers. I know he is here, and I am grateful for his company.
Chapter 6 Communicating with Animals and a Communicating Animal
Those of us who love animals and have pets often wonder how to communicate with them psychically. We are already sending messages to our pets inadvertently, and by paying attention, we may find we are receiving messages as well. For example, many pet owners will find that Fluffy disappears just when they make decision to give her a bath or trim. A normally “happy to travel” pet disappears when he senses the trip is to the vet. However, when the pet owner decides to enjoy a yummy treat or take a nice walk outdoors, Fluffy just as mysteriously reappears, ready to partake in whatever merriment is at hand.
When trying to communicate with your pet, use your imagination to send pictures of whatever message you are trying to convey, and imagine the emotion you wish to express as well. In order to “hear” them psychically, relax and hold the pet in your thoughts. Notice what images and emotions flow to you. This can help you to get a better sense of when your pet may have a physical problem as well as any day to day problems they may be experiencing.
In one instance, a pet of mine communicated in a very unexpected way.
Andrew was a beautiful tomcat that was once my companion. He was a big fellow, and had the loveliest yellow eyes, framed by coal black fur. His chest and feet were snow white, and he had a very raspy voice, which gave him quite a distinctive meow.
At the time he lived with me, I lived next door to an elderly lady named Mrs. McNealy. Mrs. McNealy liked to talk to me quite often: so often in fact, that rarely did I ever spend time outside without her company. One night, just around midnight – by the way, I have noticed that an inordinate amount of my stories take place around midnight – I was sitting on my steps outside the house enjoying the cool of the evening when I heard a raspy voice not unlike Mrs. McNealy’s behind me say, “A a a a Angie, what ‘cha do o ing?” “My goodness,” I thought. “The woman is out here at midnight.” I looked around, but did not see anyone. I decided that I must have imagined hearing her. But then, I heard it again: “A a a Angie, what ‘cha do o ing?” At this point, I decided to answer her, as I felt she must have been calling to me from behind a darkened window. I said, “Well, where are you?” Then again, the voice began, “A a a an gee.” The voice was coming from directly behind me.
I turned around to face the one who was addressing me. It was Andrew. His head was extending toward me. His yellow eyes were open wide and gazing intently into mine. I said without thinking, “Oh, Andrew, is that you? Oh well, I’m going to bed now,” and I did. I decided to allow Andrew to just stay there on the porch for a while.
One day several months later, my baby sister came to visit. Being physically challenged and unable to walk, Sis was having a snack while lying on the floor watching TV. My then-husband Tony and I were outside working on our car. Suddenly, Sis yelled “Angie, Angie, Angie, come here!” I ran inside to find her looking very startled, and to find Andrew sitting on the arm of the chair with his head extended, his eyes big and yellow, looking first at her, then at me. I was worried. Had he scratched her or harmed her in some way? I meant to ask her, “What did he do?” But for some unknown reason, I asked, “What did he say?” At this point, she started to giggle as she was prone to do when nervous, and said between peals of mirth, “He said,” she replied, “what ‘cha doing, sw-e-e-et heart.”
Now, I had never told the child anything about Andrew’s previous excursion into human speech, so I believed her. He looked so concerned sitting there, staring first at her and then at me, that I believe he just wanted to know if she was, in fact, okay. My shock gave way to slightly hysterical laugher of my own. However, our gaiety must have offended him, as that was the last time that Andrew cared to speak to either of us.
Our pets are here to assist us on a spiritual journey. They teach us about responsibility, power, joy, loss, and what it is to receive unconditional love. It is my belief that while wild animals share a spirit, as in the spirit of the bear or the spirit of the wolf. In contrast, pets have individual spirits that interact with us in more personal and emotional ways. We can draw energy from the spirit of the wild animals, however, and whatever good things are traditionally associated with a particular animal we can incorporate into ourselves. Sometimes, our guides send the spirit of an animal to us so that our souls will recognize the energy that we need at that moment and can draw from it. Our guides also take on the form of animal’s spirits. You may find, for example, that you see butterflies at every turn, or perhaps gifts come to you in the form of a painting or postcard of an animal, such as a dolphin or dragonfly. Sometimes, a particular animal totem, or power animal, will be with you for life. Perhaps for example, you are drawn to cats, both wild and domestic. If so, these are likely your “totem” or “power” animals that are reflecting your growth, and guiding you by bringing their image to your consciousness.
Chapter 7 Life’s a Ride
Having a special needs sister has made me wonder why suffering should be part of life. I wonder if God said to us at the onset of time that we would be taken care of if we would allow it, but we asked to be free to do this ourselves, to learn and therefore grow through the experience of being human. I wonder if it is sad for God to witness our struggle, but he allows us to labor, as it is the only way we can achieve what we set out to do. Perhaps he sends our guides and angels to assist us if we choose to accept the help. Maybe in time we all find our way back home, back to God.
In some ways, I imagine that this world is like a game, a theater, or a giant celestial amusement park where spirits stand in line to interact in the drama of life. While “standing in line”, we make agreements with other spirits to interact in such a way that we will get what we need in this life to gain more experience and growth. These spirits become our soul mates because they have a special purpose with us, and we with them. Sometimes we are bound to them through family ties or romantic love. Sometimes they act as our enemy so that we can have the experience of being a victim in order to learn how to overcome that. Maybe on some trips through the “amusement park” we allow ourselves to sacrifice parts of our lives so that another can experience and overcome the darker parts of human nature. While we are here, we want to avoid suffering, which is natural and good to do. However, sometimes experiencing suffering is part of our chosen task.
There is a cartoon that you may have seen where a cat has to wrestle a mouse, except the mouse is actually an escaped baby kangaroo. Our cat flees the warehouse where the “mouse” is located only to run into his friend outside who berates him for running from a mouse. Mr. Cat is properly ashamed, resolves to re-enter the warehouse, and asks that his friend lock the door behind him. He instructs his companion that the door is to be kept locked no matter how much he begs to be free. Of course, immediately upon facing down the giant “mouse” again, the cat beats on the door and begs to leave, but alas, he is forced to take his licking and finish the work he set out to do.
While we are in spirit, I believe we are eager to enjoy the “ride” of “Park Earth” and when we arrive back to spirit and our eyes are opened, the pain is forgotten and we want to do it all again.
Throughout our life’s journey, we are drawn to others who reflect and/or balance us, and show us who we are through our relationship with them. Sometimes we grow at different rates, or we begin to walk on different paths, and the reflection once shared is no longer valid. Sometimes, we realize too late that we are no longer walking in the same direction, and we bring new people into our lives to reflect the new person we are becoming. Hopefully, we can still value the lessons we learned and the history we shared with those we once knew, and continue a friendship on another level. This is the case with my ex-husband and my children’s father, Tony.
Poor Tony was never comfortable with the paranormal activity that seemed to surround us. He is a private person who likes things to be well under his control. He is also very easily embarrassed which is why the event that took place on a vacation outing years ago was particularly amusing.
Having arrived at Myrtle Beach for a few days’ sun and fun, Tony, the kids, and I decided to take a walk on the beach. We enjoyed strolling through the surf but soon we found ourselves fairly soaked. After we walked back to our third floor oceanfront room, I decided to take advantage of the balcony and air-dry some of our things. I hung out a couple of towels, my swimsuit, Tony’s shirt, and his shorts.
Naturally, our things had picked up quite a bit of sand so I shook each item vigorously before laying them on the railing. Unfortunately, I failed to check out Tony’s apparel before shaking. When I shook out his shorts, I saw to my horror a pair of men’s briefs literally go sailing through the air like an obscene white kite. They glided gently through the air and landed with perfect precision onto the propped-up feet of the man inhabiting the oceanfront room on floor number two. Now, Tony is a big fellow, and those undies covered both feet of that man with ease. Where moments before there had been laughter and conversation below there was now a palatable silence. I fled into the room.
Tony demanded to know what was wrong with me, as I was gasping for air and collapsed on the floor in a fit of suppressed embarrassment and giggles. I could not speak. Silently he slipped out on the balcony and looked over the edge in time to see a stranger holding up his wet extra large underwear for all to see and to hear him exclaim, “I don’t know who they belong to, but I know they won’t fit me!” Tony decided to flee back inside our room as well.
We hid in our room the rest of the day. After dark, we ventured out and retrieved the briefs from behind a plant where they had been tossed. After all, no one wants to waste good underwear.
Chapter 8 A Psychic Warning
Years ago when Tony worked third shift, my infant daughter Jayme and I were left alone for the night five times a week. Evenings often found me uneasy, as I was uncertain of our safety and had suspected that there might be a prowler in our area. However, most nights passed quietly and I eventually forgot that I needed to be careful.
I was just drifting off to sleep on night when I began to have a vision. I saw myself walking through my house toward the front door. I watched as if from above as I locked the door and proceeded to walk to another door at the side of the house. As my vision continued, I watched as I locked that door and then walked to the phone and called my husband at work. A thought that was unlike my own sounded inside my head as the vision faded and darkness returned. The soft voice in my mind said that the doors were not locked and that someone was outside. It continued that I needed to remain very calm and to walk to the doors as I had been shown and lock them.
It was just at that moment that a stray dog that had shown up that day and was sleeping under the house began barking loudly and alerted me to the fact that someone or something was outside. I was instantly awake, but rather than alarmed, I felt utterly calm because I knew what I was to do. I walked to the front door, and found that in fact, it was unlocked, and the side door was unsecured as well. I locked them both and walked to the phone and called my husband whose job was located nearby. As I talked to him and asked him to come home, I began to think that maybe the entire ruckus was merely because of a wandering raccoon or tomcat.
I gently pulled back the curtain so that I could peek out into the darkness. Without warning, a man’s hand slammed into the window. I dropped the curtain and screamed. The dog began its second assault and barked in earnest. I yelled, “The cops are on their way!” Of course, they were not, but the ruse worked and the trespasser fled. The stray dog disappeared as well, perhaps having fulfilled his purpose as guardian and protector for one night in my life.
When we are between worlds, as we are when we are half asleep, we are more in sync with the energy around us. We are also more powerful and can send energy through thought. It is when we are in this state that we can send a psychic message to others, both living and deceased by, talking to them in our thoughts. We can instruct ourselves to dream in a certain way, or ask for assistance from our guides. We can affirm to ourselves what we need to believe and have the affirmation be more imbedded in our minds. It is also a time when we are more receptive to hearing from our guides, or having visions of forthcoming events.
Chapter 9 Dogs
I read somewhere that ancient people kept Chihuahuas because they were thought to ward off evil spirits. Having become intimately acquainted with several of these little dogs, I can understand that.
Because I work from home, when my clients come for a psychic reading, they first have to pass through “the Chihuahua gauntlet” that consists of three Chihuahuas known as Evil, Rude, and Indifferent. While “the children”, as they are more affectionately known, may appear to be barking and raising a ruckus with nothing more in mind than creating a row, they are actually performing their secret mission of clearing away any unwelcome demons that may be lurking in the heel of a shoe.
The worst of the lot is Evil Wren. Weighing in at an obese nine pounds of terror, she has also been known as “the beast.” She views most humans with a mixture of suspicion and contempt. She is missing some teeth. No doubt, they are lodged in someone’s pant leg. The trouble with Wren is that she lies. She will pretend she would like to be petted, then will attempt to remove a finger, all the while laughing heartily inside at her little game. I have tried unsuccessfully to explain to Wren the folly of her aggressions, but to no avail. I have to say, she has provided some light entertainment for my family, but my clients may disagree.
For example, one unsuspecting visitor walked up the driveway unaware that the beast had escaped the gated porch. Wren began her assault on the lady by simply barking at her shoe. This started a little dance known as high-stepping that was performed quite energetically by both lady and dog. This quickly led to pant-leg-nipping, which escalated into a full-blown chase around the parked cars. The unfortunate lady escaped by jumping in to my car, not realizing that Wren considered the car to be her second home. Wren was so offended by this that she stomped and huffed and seemed so genuinely confused that she muttered curses and epithets for hours.
Wren enjoyed teaching the high-step so much that she tried to teach another visitor to tap dance at the front door. This poor woman had the misfortune to be wearing sandals. Wren took advantage of the situation, and to help her find her rhythm, artistically arranging little nips randomly around the lady’s feet. However, her victim, a local attorney, was able to out-boogie the beast and escape serious injury. I tried to explain to the evil one that it is best NOT to bite those who know how to sue us.
Pets, like the people in our lives, serve to reflect us, and by doing so they assist us in our life’s journey. They also serve us by becoming our teachers and our friends. They provide unconditional love and through that, help us to learn how to love in return.
Sometimes, the most valuable thing they do is to provide us with simple joy.
Chapter 10 Lady in the Garden
Tony and I often took walks late on summer nights to enjoy the cool relief of the evening and to have the road in our neighborhood all to ourselves. We would take our little daughter Jayme, who was less than two at the time, with us as well. Often Trixie, our gray kitty, accompanied us. Trixie did not want us to know that she was walking with us and would pretend that she just happened to be walking along in the same direction. If we turned to speak to her, she would dart behind a tree, pretend to smell a plant, or suddenly remember she needed a tongue bath. She certainly would not admit to anything as mundane as taking a walk with the family.
One evening, we were out particularly late. In fact, it was around midnight. The day had been dreadfully hot and the dark night sky became punctuated by heat lightning. The lightning became so intense that many of the streetlights went out, and we were left in almost total darkness. Because of this, and because we were so tired, Tony decided to walk ahead, get the car, and drive us back home.
My daughter and I continued walking. I felt grateful that we had not seen anyone out that night as I was wearing shorts that I felt were a little too short to be out in public. Oh, they were fine to run around the house, but I would not want to be seen by anyone my grandparents’ age. Soon, the walk seemed too long for Jayme, so I scooped her up and carried her. Trixie had tired of our company and had gone off on her own adventure.
As we turned into the road that our house was on, I realized we were not alone on that corner. Through the shrubs lining the yard, I saw an elderly lady with gray-blue hair and elegant eyeglasses sitting at a table in the garden watching us. She seemed to be just as startled to see us, as I was to see her. By her expression, I gathered that she was somewhat appalled to see us as well, and my first thought was, “I should not have worn these shorts in public.” I intended to say as such and began to speak, “Oh, Lord, I didn’t expect…”
That is as far as I got. The woman in the chair totally vanished. I can still see her look of surprise mixed with disapproval as she utterly faded from view. Until then, I had wished that my daughter would walk, but at that point, I was so grateful to have her in my arms. I continued to walk on by the garden and quickened my steps toward home. Fortunately, my husband picked us up almost immediately, sparing me the need to continue with the heart attack that my body was attempting to have.
The next day a neighbor from across the street came over to visit, and I asked him if anyone had died on our street lately. He said that in fact his aunt had passed away only three days earlier. He told me that she had lived in the house at the corner of our street. When I asked about her appearance, he said she had blue hair and bejeweled eyeglasses.
I believe that that lady was enjoying her garden one last time that evening. I am sorry to have disturbed her. On a final note, I never wore those shorts in public again.
Chapter 11 Dr K
Helping people is both a joy and a privilege. When assisting people through personal crisis, it is good to help them retain their sense of humor. Such was the case with my dear friend Dr. K, a highly successful chiropractor and wonderful friend, when she endured a series of trials a few years back.
Letter to K:
Dear K: It was so good to receive your letter! Wow, have you had a busy year. You have made new friends, traveled, and even taken up a new hobby. Good for you!
Making new friends is always a good thing, and your new friend seemed like an interesting and entertaining woman. It’s too bad that your husband thought so too. Who could have guessed that they would run off to Arkansas liked that? At least you can save some money now that the divorce has been paid for. At least he did not take more than half of the family practice when he left. All in all, I think it is good that you now have control of what is left of the practice yourself. I must say that twelve hours of work and four hours of sleep a day is a unique way to go about losing those twenty pounds. I have to wonder why you needed to lose so much since you were so thin to start with. Still, you’re lucky you can stay so small.
How wonderful that you got the opportunity to travel this year. I wish I could just pack my bags on a moment’s notice and fly off to a foreign country! Moreover, not only did you do it once, but twice. Oh, I am sorry that your dad had to have that major heart attack like that, which I am assuming was the reason behind your first excursion. I thought it a bit much to take two trips so close together, but I guess with your mom’s unexpected surgery you did not want her to feel left out. You did seem to recover from the jet lag nicely and I do not think that was one bit to blame for your car accident. Most people would have been tired that late in the afternoon, and really, that other driver should have been more careful when pulling out in front of you like that. At least you got a new car out of the deal, and I hear that knee replacement surgery is much easier these days.
How interesting that you found a hobby. I never thought of you as the firearms type. It was very good of your ex-military friend to take you to the target range to practice. You must be a very good shot in order for him to start combat training the first day. I have to say I enjoyed a good laugh at the thought of you rolling on the ground, diving under cars, and squeezing off rapid-fire shots. I am glad that your friend is a surgeon too. How convenient that he could field dress your gunshot wound right there on the premises. Funny how bullets ricochet off metal like that, but maybe you can have some scar removal done at the same time you get that knee taken care of.
All in all, it sounds like the past year was a hoot. I hope you have as much fun in the coming year. Take care and write again. Your friend, Angela
Luck comes in cycles. Sometimes we have to remind ourselves that good times will come again, and that while we may not understand it, there are lessons to be learned, human experiences to be gained when we are in the middle of a difficult phase.
Chapter 12 Doorknobs and Dolls
Early in our married life, Tony and I lived in a small, cheerful house. At least, that’s how it was by day. However, strange events happened to my family there that made it seem rather eerie by night.
Tony was sweeping the carport one evening and doing general cleaning outside while I was busy preparing dinner. As I stirred my pot of stew, I heard to my left the sound of a toy bouncing across the floor. I glanced to the side in time to see a” Hot Wheels” car skipping along the kitchen. I leaned back so that I could see the door, as the view was partially obstructed by the refrigerator. I fully expected to see the door open and assumed that Tony had opened the door and tossed in the toy before it was swept away. However, the door was firmly closed and I realized that the sound of the sweeping broom was coming from the opposite side of the carport. The car had seemingly hurled itself across the kitchen.
It was an evening not so long after the incident of the model car that we decided to take an evening off and go out to eat. As we dressed for the evening, Tony hung his shirt on the bedroom doorknob so that he could adjust his belt properly. When he turned to retrieve his shirt, there was nothing on the doorknob at all. I had been standing with him and could not imagine what had happened to the shirt. We looked on the floor, under the bed, and on a different knob, but there was no shirt to be found at all. However, when we looked back again, the shirt was on the doorknob, just as Tony had placed it.
The most frightening episode that took place preceded a move to another home. I had not yet learned that I could not run away from the unseen others. Apparently, it was to be that I would take them with me wherever I would go.
It was after midnight when Tony picked me up from work and drove me home on a Saturday night. Our two young children, Jayme and Dusty, rode in the back seat of our car and we were happily discussing our memories of the recent Christmas holidays and looking forward to New Year’s resolutions. As we arrived and slowly drove by the front of home, Tony stopped the car suddenly. Our carefree chatter quickly ended as we all looked at the strange sight presented to us in our picture window.
There was a baby doll leaning against the window, its’ face pressed against the pane, both hands cupped against it’s vinyl head. It seemed to be peering out of the glass into the darkness of the street. The entire room was bathed in a dim yellow light. My husband remarked that it was a very eerie sight and I had to agree. We sat there and nervously chuckled at how it seemed to be a scene from The Twilight Zone. We were assuming that our daughter had left the doll lying on the back of the sofa that normally was under the window, and that the pose was entirely accidental.
Then it dawned on us: the sofa had been moved to make way for the Christmas tree, and though the tree had been removed, the sofa had not yet been returned to its usual place. My husband then wondered aloud about the source of the light, as no lights had been on when he left home earlier. Amused curiosity was replaced with a sense of unease. I began to wonder too: what could that doll be resting on? Perhaps the windowsill, I thought. We pulled onto the carport and cautiously entered the house. To our amazement, the doll was completely across the room, lying casually in a chair. No light was on at all. We looked at one another in disbelief and decided to leave it alone and simply go to bed. We have yet to understand the forces that compelled a doll to watch for our homecoming, but that is one holiday memory that I will never forget.
Often, wayward spirits that enjoy playing tricks will cause such events. By creating fear, they can interact with humans in an intense way. Some spirits will do as they think you wish them to do. If you are fearful, they may continue to act in a way that creates the vibration they think you are looking for.
Chapter 13 Double Trouble
Tony, the children, and I also lived in an apartment that had been a hospital. Since this apartment was once a place where lives began and ended, it should have been no surprise that it was haunted. Such conditions tend to open portals between realities. I awakened briefly one night to see a filmy woman’s figure pass by me and on through the door. As she passed by, her negligee floated behind her. On her manicured hand, a very large ring adorned her finger. It seems that in spirit, she kept the energy of what was important to her in life as well.
This strange place was the setting for many odd experiences for my family, including the sighting of my son’s double, just as a neighbor had seen my double years before.
While sitting on the couch in the living room one morning, I heard the sound of my seven-year-old son getting out of bed. I watched as Dusty walked sleepily down the hall, wrapped in a full size sheet that he had been attached to from infancy, and saw him enter the kitchen in search of his usual breakfast of cold cereal. I watched and waited for him to come out of the kitchen, but did not hear him even making a sound. Just as I began to wonder what was happening, I heard the toilet flush from the far end of the hall and saw my son once again walk down the hall, wrapped securely in his sheet, and enter the kitchen. Only this time, I heard the sounds of cereal and milk being poured into his favorite bowl.
A few weeks after this event, I awakened during the night. I seemed to be floating from the waist up, and it felt completely normal and very pleasant that I was doing so. My legs felt oddly heavy or even stuck, yet I felt no need to free them. I looked to the door of my room that opened to the hallway. I saw my son, wrapped in his ever-present blue and white sheet, walking down the hall toward the front door. While this should have startled me, as Dusty was a sleepwalker and had been known to sleepwalk right out of the house, I felt completely fine and only mildly curious about what he might be up to. After that, I must have fallen back to sleep.
The next morning, I remembered what I had seen but decided it had been a dream. However, Dusty started a conversation that caused me to change my mind. He said, “Mom, I had the weirdest dream last night. I dreamed that I was out of bed and walking down the hall, but I looked down and my feet weren’t touching the floor, no matter how hard I tried to make them do it!” I can only assume that we were both out of body, floating around the apartment in the wee hours of the morning.
Often, many of us are out of body at night, and we do in fact cavort with spirits and guides. They provide assistance as we have this human experience. When we awaken, we give up conscious knowledge of the interaction, but we retain the essence of what we experienced. Sometimes, we visit with those who have gone on, and we interpret that visit in the form of a dream. While dreams are usually symbolic, with each character representing an aspect of our own personality, they often provide a way of traveling in spirit or venturing into alternate realities. Sometimes in dreams, we are visiting with those still living, but who are out of body as well.
Dusty also seemed to be visiting in his sister’s dreams. During the dead of night, he awoke the house screaming: “Snakes! Get them off of her! Snakes!” Jayme awoke and explained that she had been having a nightmare, dreaming that she had fallen into a pit of snakes. Dusty did not remember dreaming anything at all, but had awakened himself with his own terrified pleas for help.
Chapter 14 Little People
A couple of years later, Dusty’s screams woke me again in the middle of the night, but for a much different reason.
The phone rang once, and then suddenly my child’s cries for help jarred me from my sleep. Although I assumed “night terrors” had caused Dusty to call out, I jumped from my bed and ran to comfort him. It was a stormy night, and flashes of lightning illuminated my steps as I hurried to his side. I heard him exclaim that something was touching him, pulling his hair and yanking the covers at his feet. In my half awakened state, I yelled to him as I ran to the living room to the couch where he was sleeping. “It is only the cats, Dusty,” I said, “Don’t be afraid!”
In fact, I was sure our two young cats were only playing as he slept. When I started through the door of the room, however, in the midst the darkness I saw the shadow of a small form sitting on the arm of the sectional couch near my son’s head, and another sitting at his feet. They both seemed to have very large pointed ears and seemed much larger than our pets. Although I was quite confused by that, I still believed our cats to be the source of the trouble. Suddenly, as I neared the couch, the figure nearest me at my son’s head bent over, dropped silently to the floor and disappeared. The one at his feet faded while I watched. I stopped momentarily, too stunned to walk. I forced myself to continue moving toward my son, sat there on the couch with him, and comforted him. He was awake and genuinely terrified.
He said that he had awakened to find what he perceived as strange little men on the couch with him. Though he was unsure why, he had felt that they had come through the window that was directly behind the couch. He explained that one was lightly pulling his hair while another was at his feet holding fast to the covers thereby preventing him from pulling the covers over his head. I attempted to convince the boy that the entire episode was likely a dream, while secretly trying to convince myself of the same thing. Meanwhile, I opened the curtain and looked through the window to assure myself that the screen was still closed. On the sill lay our cats, curled up together and both fast asleep.
The next day, thirteen-year-old Jayme invited her friend Christy over to spend the night. On the day following, she urged her friend to tell me about their nocturnal experience.
Christy then said she had had the strangest dream while at our house. She said it was so real that she could not believe it was a dream, and was certain that she was awake at the time. However, under the circumstances, she felt it had to have been a form of nightmare. She said that she and Jayme had fallen asleep on the couch in the living room after spending most of the night talking to friends on the phone. Christy said that she had awakened when a small-wizened creature that appeared to be a tiny old man came through the window and began to wrestle with her, and even attempted to strangle her as she fought with him. She said that she screamed for help, but Jayme was completely unconscious. Finally, she was able to throw the creature to the floor. Just as it fell, the phone rang once, and the being disappeared.
At that point, Jayme awakened to find Christy nearly hysterical. Finally, Christy decided it must have been a strange dream and went back to sleep. The funny thing, Christy said, about her so-called dream, was that the little man was wearing red shoes, and had pointed ears. Jayme didn’t to tell her of Dusty’s adventure until the next day.
Less than a week later, I received a phone call from my cousin Debra. She wanted to know how I was, as she and her friend, Dee, had experienced an odd occurrence the previous night.
Debra, a gifted intuitive and astrologer, owns a business and, being the night owl, she likes to do her books late. That night she had been working at three a.m. while her friend Dee kept her company. Suddenly, Dee, who is also quite intuitive, said, “Call Angie, call Angie now!” Debra did not want to do that, being sure I would be asleep. She became alarmed, though, since Dee appeared to have gone into a trance, her eyes fixed on some distant unseen vision.
“What’s happening?” Debra asked her friend.
“There are little people, little men, and they are on the bed with Angie,” she exclaimed.
“What is Angie doing?” Debra asked.
“She is sitting on the bed,” Dee answered. “But she is asleep. They are toying with her,” she continued.
“Why?” inquired my cousin.
“Because they can,” she said.
“Where do they come from?” asked Debra.
“They come from the basement. Call her now!” exclaimed Dee.
Debra picked up the phone, and it rang once.
Dee said, “Hang up. They’re gone.”
Debra did so, and reported the entire incident to me the next day. I have no memory of the event whatsoever. However, I “knew” before she told me that the little men came from the basement. Debra told me one more thing that Dee had said. In her vision, oddly enough, the beings were wearing little red shoes.
Perhaps these beings exist in an underground realm, where trolls, dwarves and other underground faerie creatures dwell.
It is said that when one feels uneasy in one’s basement, it is because there are dark elves hiding in the corners or behind the stairwell. These beings are not harmful, but enjoy hiding in the dark corners of our homes. Maybe many of us have portals existing right underneath our floor, leading to strange and magical places hidden away beneath the soil.
Chapter 15 James
I read somewhere that there was a substantial increase in UFO sightings over the mountains of western North Carolina in early 1966. Knowing that my husband James was born in this area that year, this makes sense to me. You see, while many feel that men come from Mars and women come from Venus, I have long held the belief that my current husband James comes from a place known as “opposite world.” This belief was confirmed to me when I witnessed James dragging an oversized inner tube one hot summer day into a cool mountain creek. Having adjusted himself comfortably into the center of the tube, he kicked away from the bank and proceeded to gently float UP-stream. Only a refugee from opposite world could command such a feat.
I think that dogs must have a strong role in opposite world, perhaps even leadership qualities. This came to my attention when James casually asked one day if I ever wondered if our dogs speculated as to whether or not we had to pay extra for the doggie bags that we brought them. He has also alleged for years that our small mixed breed dog, Baby, cavorted with aliens. He swears he saw blue sparks popping off her fur one night as she lay under the bed. For him, the most natural and obvious reason for such a thing would be that she was secretly sending messages to those from another world. After that, he still viewed her with much love, but not without suspicion.
“Opposite world” inhabitants evidently place different values on items than folks of our realm. For instance, I value food. When the world was threatened pre-millennium with potential power outages and such, I felt it wise to stock up on a few days of food and water, just in case. James learned how to build a still and make moonshine, just in case.
I imagine that people from his world tend to grow at a different pace than we do. At least that is what I surmised when I saw him measuring his elderly father’s nose. James was certain that the nose was increasing too rapidly in size. His father never batted an eye. Evidently having one’s nose measured is a very natural, even common, experience where they come from. This leads me to believe that dear old dad was an “off world” immigrant also.
Of course, time is measured differently as well. At our house, we have a thing known as a mandatory waiting period. This is the time between when something is broken and the time that the repair takes places. It is a secret time, unknown to all but James. No amount of pleading or cajoling will cause James to reveal the code. I have found it wise to wait and just pray that the spirit will move him to perform his appointed chore.
However, part two of the secret rule says that no job should ever be completely finished. That accounts for walls left with unpainted spots, cleverly hidden by various pieces of artfully arranged furniture. Brakes are replaced and left partially bled, creating a completely new vocabulary of cursing by me at stop signs and intersections. Leaks in plumbing are all carefully plugged, with that one exception of the tiniest leak in the darkest place leading from the hot water heater. Of course, he insists that all jobs will be completed…but not until “next Tuesday”. Next Tuesday has never actually arrived. It seems that current Tuesdays find him taking time for fishing.
This man looked me dead in the eye and told me he needed to explore his lesbian side. He avoids looking into cat’s eyes during thunderstorms, being certain that their eyes will draw down the lightning.
Death must come rather unexpectedly to those of his original domain. Having pulled out from gas station late one night in his little brown truck, he saw a hearse behind him. Of course, in his mind, this could only be a sign that death had found him. James sped up to escape, but the hearse accelerated as well. Looking in his rear view mirror and turning a slightly pale shade of green, he sped up even more. The hearse continued to keep pace.
Throwing caution to the wind and squelching the screams that threatened to escape from his lungs, James went faster. The hearse flashed its’ lights, not once but twice. James continued his flight down an empty main street, his foot heavy on the gas pedal, his speed ever increasing. Sweat was forming on his brow and trickling down the side of his face. Finally, the hearse caught up and passed him. The driver motioned helpfully for James to turn on his headlights.
He was spared from death’s grip - this time.
Chapter 16 Voices
“Angela, can I come in the house?” said the woman whose voice carried clearly that evening from the open door leading to the front porch. James and I exchanged looks of concern. I refused to answer, as there was clearly no one physically at the open door, only a voice that had asked permission to come in. This was disconcerting to say the least, but it was not the first time that day that someone or something had tried to gain entry into my home.
Earlier that morning, I had arrived home a little later than I had planned and found two clients already waiting. They were sitting on my front porch, one in the swing and the other in a rocker. The women had stood to greet me as I pulled in my driveway. One was a petite light-haired lady, and the other was dark-haired, tall and slender. I had noticed that this lady was quite thin, as she was wearing a dress that revealed very lean legs. I also noticed that her hair, though long, was fine and uncombed. I walked to my porch gate and looked down to unlatch the hinge. When I looked up, the taller lady was gone. No one remained but the blonde woman. The blonde lady insisted that she was alone and had been the entire time.
Later that day, another client came for a visit. As I opened the front door, I saw a small dark-haired girl dart behind my visitor. The girl was slightly built with long hair. I noticed that she was wearing an elastic tube top. What stuck me about her most were the dark circles under very large eyes and her somber expression. I invited in my caller, and started to invite the child in as well. However, just as the woman had done earlier in the day, the girl had seemingly vanished into thin air. I had to wonder if a spirit was trying to enter my house in disguise.
Hearing the disembodied voice that night requesting entry into my home reminded me of the occurrences earlier that day. Under the circumstances, I felt it best to decline the invitation.
Chapter 17 Missing Persons
There have been a few times that law enforcement officers have visited me, and at least on a couple of occasions, I have been able to be of assistance to them.
One officer from a neighboring town consulted with me by phone concerning a missing man. I told him that I felt that the victim had been killed, his body was in a grassy field near a fence, and that there was a view of a large building nearby like a school or hospital. I felt that a woman with a child would be instrumental in helping find the perpetrator but would be afraid, as she may be emotionally involved with the killer. I felt that the victim had been living a double life, was likely secretly gay, and was involved with drugs. I felt that a dog would find the body. Sadly, I was proven right on all counts.
On another occasion, while I did connect with the spirit of a missing man who I felt had died in the woods from natural causes, I was unable to find his body, though, because his spirit would not accept that he was no longer living. Spirits such as this are in a world where time does not exist. Confused, they feel they are in a dream-like state.
Sometimes, such information comes easily to me. Other times, it is much more difficult to see the details of a missing or deceased person’s whereabouts. Sometimes, I find things when I am not looking for them. This is what happened in the case of a murdered woman I call Zoë.
A law enforcement officer wanted to know the whereabouts of a woman that had gone missing from a local rest home. I told him what I could, but I felt more strongly that I needed to share with him information that concerned another case, that of a young woman who had been murdered a few months before. I told him the name of the man I felt was involved. The officer agreed with me, but replied that since that particular man was in jail on other charges, it was safe to assume that he would be away for a long time. However, he was curious how I came across that information. I explained to him that it came through the victim herself, as she had come to me in spirit just after she died.
I had not been looking for Zoë. I had actually been “floating” in my mind at her work place, trying to get a “feel” of the employees for one of my clients. He had been concerned about his staff and feared someone was stealing from the business. As I explored the energy of his employees, I suddenly felt so cold that I shivered. My client explained to me that Zoë had been sick and believed that the chill I felt occurred because of that. Still, I was not so sure. I had felt a sense of dread at that point and feared the worst.
It was not too long after that that I received a call from my client again. Zoë had been reported missing. It was then I knew that this one would not be found alive. Sure enough, as I feared, her body was found in a wooded area a few weeks later.
In the meantime, however, her spirit had been trying to contact me daily. I had never met the girl in life, but evidently, she had connected with me in spirit on the night when I had experienced that shiver. For days, Zoë’s spirit kept trying to push thoughts and pictures into my mind. I saw a man, a vehicle, and a dreadful scene. Finally, a name entered my consciousness and would not go away: the name of the man who had murdered her.
At last, Zoë’s spirit released me and I prayed for the opportunity to share what I knew. On the day of the officer’s visit, I was able to do that. Having conveyed my message to the proper authorities, I felt better. I believe Zoë rests better because of that too.
Chapter 18 The Case of the Missing Remote Control
I wanted something “interesting” to happen. You may laugh, but that is what I wished for I as lay in bed that sleepless night. Life had been feeling a little more ordinary than usual, and I wanted something to happen that could not be easily explained away. I soon got my wish.
While watching TV in bed one evening, I realized that I needed to do one more chore before calling it a night. I left the TV remote control on top of the covers in a place that I would be sure to find it when I returned. In a few minutes, when I came back to bed, the remote was nowhere to be found. I searched everywhere: under the cover, under the pillows, under the bed. I even searched under my sleeping husband. It was nowhere to be found. I decided that it would turn up soon enough, so I cut the TV off by hand and went to sleep.
The next day, I made a full-blown attempt to recover the missing control. Again, it was nowhere to be found. I searched at the foot of the bed, behind the nightstand, and everywhere in between. I searched the bathroom, the hallway, and the tops of all the furniture. No luck. I remembered the times before when the remote had been lost and then recovered. Once, after an hours-long search, it was discovered in the car. My friend Kim remarked that maybe I had intended on doing a little drive-by channel surfing. However, on the night in question, I had not been outside at all. The device was not in the refrigerator and it was not in the trash, a previous hiding place. Once again, I felt that it might turn up if I did not think too much more about it.
For the next two weeks, I resisted buying another remote control. I unscrewed the handle from the broom and used it as a “hillbilly remote,” since the TV was situated just at the foot of the bed. I became adept at hitting the right buttons in the dark. That is when the wish was made.
I wished that my guardian angels would help me find the missing equipment in such a way that I would not be able to explain it away. I got up and left the room shortly. I thought, “Wouldn’t it be so cool that when I returned to bed, it was lying on top of the cover?” I returned to bed, but the remote remained missing in action. “Oh well,” I thought. The next day, I bought a new remote.
A few days later, I was in a hurry to go out with my daughter. I could not find my shoes anywhere. Jayme reminded me that I had last worn them on a weekend trip awhile back. I remembered at this point that I had left them in my suitcase. My suitcase was closed and stored under my husband’s side of the bed. I pulled it out, opened it up, and – you guessed it – the remote control was inside the suitcase, under my unpacked things. This original remote control had come with the TV, so there was no mistaking it for another one. The suitcase had been stored shortly after our trip, which had occurred several days before the incident occurred. It had not been moved since.
I cannot logically explain how this happened, though I have given it much thought. I am in many ways grateful for the mystery. I asked for it and I got it. I learned that my angels are with me, and sometimes, life does get interesting.
Chapter 19 Guides and Dimes
One should be careful in asking for things, I have learned, as it is often true that you may get what you ask for.
I was at a point in my life where I had become aware that there were beings around me that were assisting me on a spiritual plane. Even though I felt them, I wanted to see them as well. I requested that they reveal themselves to me, but asked them to please do it in such a way that I would not be frightened.
“Please let me have a glimpse of you,” I asked, “but please do not show up at the foot of my bed at one in the morning. Maybe you could just pass me by in a public place,” I suggested, “and when I look back you will be gone.” This would not be scary, I reasoned, but it would be exciting to see them in a way that could not be denied. I continued: “Oh, and please give me a witness so I won’t second guess what I experience.”
I thought that the way I described would work since I had already had a similar experience years ago, though one I had not consciously asked for at all. I had also lacked a witness, but regardless, I am certain of what happened that day.
I was a teenager working in a little factory on a highway at the foot of the Blue Ridge Mountains. This area has as a deeply forlorn feeling to it, and I have never felt comfortable there. The road is long and straight for a few miles before it begins its’ winding ascent up one of the oldest mountains in the world. At that time, there was very little development in the area. In fact, there was little besides road and fields for at least of couple of miles.
Because I had an hour for lunch and had little to do, I often drove up the road during my break to a little store a few miles away, then back again, with plenty of time remaining before work resumed. On one such trip, I saw a young man with long blonde hair walking along in the same direction and, although I realize the foolishness of this choice now, I felt compelled to offer him a ride for at least a mile or so closer to the nearest intersection. Though truly it would be a very short jaunt, he accepted my invitation.
He was a very quiet young man, and I was quite chatty. I babbled on about nothing, a habit I still have to this day, and invited him to my church on Sunday if he were still in the area. I told him the name of the church and told him it was in the neighboring town. I turned to look at him more closely for the first time since he had entered my car, and gazed into the strangest eyes I had ever seen. They were blue, but so light that it almost seemed as if there was no color in them at all. He smiled a small smile, and replied, “Yes, I know exactly where that is.” I cannot say I smiled in return. I was startled when he returned my look. Something about him made me feel unnerved. I did not think he wanted to harm me, but felt that he was unlike anyone that I had ever known. Chills crept up my arms and the hairs stood up on the back of my neck.
I pulled over, and with a nod and another smile, he exited my car. I did a u-turn and glanced into my mirror for one more look at this very interesting man. The roadside was empty. No one was there. I stopped the car and turned around to see more clearly, but no one was in sight at all. I saw no other car, no building, nor even a tree he could be standing behind. Only freshly mown fields were in view. My passenger had utterly disappeared with out a trace.
That event took place many years before a more recent request to see my guide. I felt that, having had the experience once, I was prepared now to have something similar. My guide had a different idea.
It was a beautiful day, a Saturday, and James, our friend Carol, and I decided to go to a mall an hour or so away. The trip started out well, but suddenly I was overwhelmed with emotions that I did not understand. I began to cry, feeling I had no control over my life and afraid because of an inner certainty that my life was going to go through changes that I might find overwhelming. I could not logically explain why or how this was to be. Because of these feelings, I felt unbalanced and was extremely sensitive to the energy of the people around me, so we decided to take time out at a bar where I could perhaps have a drink to help me calm down. I had not yet realized it, but what was happening to me was a prelude to paranormal activity.
James and I sat in a booth, and Carol sat opposite us. She was being very kind to me, and I appreciated her reassuring attention. A server walked by and my eyes followed her as she passed. Suddenly, my attention was riveted to a figure standing right beside me, only inches away. It was a hooded figure, seemingly male, standing at least seven feet tall. Though I could clearly see him, I could see through him as well. His robe concealed his face and his arms were folded in front of his waist, his hands concealed by his sleeves.
Startled, I jumped up and back into James. Carol said, “Angie, what in the world is it?” I turned my head and looked back, fully expecting the apparition to be gone, thinking that surely it was a hallucination brought about by my emotional state of mind. When I looked, however, not only was he still there, but also he remained there for a few seconds more before moving away.
Again, Carol asked what was wrong.
“Nothing. It was nothing,” I said unconvincingly. I still could not believe what I had seen.
“No,” she said, her voice becoming very firm but calm. “You glanced to the side and saw a man in a hooded robe. He was very tall, and you were startled, you looked back, and he turned and left.” Carol confirmed that she had seen what I had seen. The odd thing was that she was so composed in her retelling of it. Carol is very sensitive, and usually very excited by paranormal events, but this time she was strangely serene. She herself later questioned why she had responded so calmly.
Since then, I have asked for no more special appearances. There is no need, as my guides make themselves known in a less dramatic way: I find dimes. When dimes show up in unexpected places, I believe they are little signposts that tell me I am on the right path. When the dimes first started appearing frequently in unusual places, the thought occurred to me that they may well be guideposts for me, but still I was not completely sure.
I was standing in line at a grocery store pondering whether a series of coincidences were occurring, or whether it was all by design. I prayed a silent prayer that I be given the answer to that question. The line moved forward, and when I reached the cashier, my total was some odd dollar amount and a dime. I smiled. Maybe that was an answer to my prayer. The girl opened the register, and said, “I’m sorry, but I have no quarters. I’ll have to give you all dimes.” “Yep,” I thought, “That is my answer,” and I received the dimes and put them in my change purse. When I opened it, I found several more dimes inside that I’m sure weren’t previously there.
For the next few years, I was happy when I found my dimes, but one day my confidence waned and I doubted the very thing that I had come to treasure. Someone told me they often found dimes too, and I was filled with doubt. If everyone was finding dimes, then I was more than likely just imagining a reason to feel special. Suddenly the flow of dimes stopped. I found them nowhere. I noticed the absence and it seemed very strange that I would never have a dime at all when I needed one.
I was back in the same grocery store several days after I noticed the shortage of dimes, and wondered if maybe they were being withheld to get my attention. “Surely not,” I thought, “Everyone finds them, that’s all.” I moved up to the cashier and she rang up my purchase. She needed quarters in order to give me change. She asked another cashier for quarters when she realized she was out. She looked at me squarely in the eyes and said, “I don’t know why, but I really do not want to give you any dimes.” Well, that did it for me. I apologized in my thoughts profusely to whoever was listening in the spirit world at that moment for doubting my gift of dimes. Sure enough, I found one dime on the floor almost immediately, and have had them showing up left and right ever since.
Dimes are good. Disappearing men and hooded apparitions I can do without, at least most of the time. Just knowing they are there is good enough for me.
Chapter 20 It is the Thought That Counts
For my birthday, I received a beautiful ceramic giraffe for my office. It was an especially surprising present because it came from James. I was expecting a gift like the one he had given me for our wedding anniversary a month earlier- a flashlight. James’ style of gift-giving is unique, to say the least.
On our first date, James had me wait in the car while he ran in to a drug store to buy me a little token of his affection. I thought that was awfully sweet of him. I imagined getting something like a box of chocolate, or maybe some perfume. Instead, he emerged with a little bag, presented it to me, and eagerly awaited my response. My gift? A pencil sharpener. Not just any pencil sharpener, mind you, but a wall-mounted purple one. I had to give him points for originality.
Last Christmas, I pointed out a toy organ to James at the dollar store. I remarked that it would be a fun thing to play with on Christmas morning. It was very inexpensive, and even had batteries included. We played on it for a few moments in the store, having fun with all the sounds programmed into it.
A few days later, James came into a little money, so we went shopping. Our first stop: The dollar store, of course. James asked me to go to the car, and I thought I knew what was going on in his head since he could barely contain his excitement. He was going to buy me the organ.
I was a good sport and went on out to the car. James soon came out grinning, holding a tightly-closed bag. It was so thin I could see right through it. I averted my eyes so that I would not actually see it for too long and thus spoil his surprise. When he got to the car, he carefully placed the package on the back seat. However, he placed it upside down, and suddenly it sounded like somebody was beating the heck out of cymbals in the back of the car. I turned on the radio to mask the sound, which was quickly silenced. We drove the short distance home without much trouble until we hit a bump in the driveway. Out of the blue, a trumpet blared from the back seat. Mercifully, it stopped quickly and I was able to sing along with the radio and pretend it did not happen. As we walked onto my front porch, yet another round of organ magic started up, and I ran inside as if I could outpace the speed of sound. My son met us at the door and took the package from James. This released a whole percussion section that sent Dusty scurrying out the back door and me dashing into my home office.
Later, as the organ sat under the tree nicely wrapped, it was often played with gusto by our two very curious kittens. Still, I think I feigned great surprise rather well when I opened it on Christmas morning, and James feigned great relief that I did.
We reap what we sow, and it is good to sow gifts of time, shared experiences, humor and love.
Chapter 21 Office Shenanigans
Any home where I have ever lived has been the site of much paranormal and unexplained activity. The same holds true for the offices I have occupied through the years as well. I think that’s because my energy attracts such goings-on, and, of course, I have the ability to see them. Everyone loves an audience, especially wayward spirits.
The first office that I rented was in a converted motel. My space consisted of two rooms at the top of the stairs over a health food store. The folks from the store warned us when we moved in that the office might be haunted as they had often felt a presence in their place. The presence was so strong that one of the workers had researched the history of the building and found that a traveling salesman had been murdered there some years before.
The stairway up to the office was L shaped, and a light switch was located at the foot of the stairs, at the turn in the middle, and another at the top. One evening after turning off the light switch at the top of the stairs and walking down to the landing midway, I was surprised to hear the switch click on behind me and to have the darkened stairs become illuminated once again. After glancing behind me and seeing no one, I hurried from the building, leaving lights on and door unlocked.
Another day, while busy at my computer, I happened to look up from my desk and see the transparent figure of a man ascending the stairs. He then completely faded from view just as quickly and silently as he had appeared.
One night my friend and helper Kim, my canine assistant Baby, and I returned to the office after conducting a paranormal investigation for some folks in a nearby mountain town. It had been a cold and rainy day, and the damp night air had chilled us to the bone. On our arrival at the office, we locked the main door and ran upstairs to the waiting room. Once there, we closed that door behind us and turned on a wall heater that was behind the door. As the three of us huddled there to get warm, we suddenly became aware of the sound of footsteps on the stairway. Our mouths dropped open and we looked at each other in fear. We were both certain that we had firmly locked the outside door at the bottom of the stairs before entering the office. The steps continued their slow ascent. Baby became alert and looked through the crack in the door while Kim and I remained frozen in place. Suddenly, our fear increased greatly as the sound of a gentle whistling of a tune began just beyond our door at the top of the stairs. It was a mere seven notes, but was loud and clear enough to send chills up our spine. We got up our courage and gently opened the door, and Baby went through it, evidently intent on conducting a paranormal investigation of her own. When she did not sound an alarm, we opened the door more widely and saw that, without a doubt, no one was there at all- at least not anyone of this world.
Another office in town that I rented for a while was small office and narrow, but long. There was a front room and a hallway that led to another room in the back. Upon my arrival, I expected that if any spirits were about, that they would be sure to make themselves known. I was not disappointed.
I fussed at my husband James as we were preparing to leave the office: “James,” I said, “have you been moving my business cards again?” He denied having done any such thing. I once again had found that the cards were not in their holder, but scattered on the coffee table. I had placed them back into the holder, and wondered how the cards came to be repeatedly strewn about. I remarked to James as we walked through the door, “Wouldn’t it be funny if we came back tomorrow and the cards were out on the table again?” He agreed that would be quite interesting.
The next day my client arrived and sat down on the sofa. I took my place opposite her and started to speak when I noticed that the cards were not only out of the holder, but fanned carefully out on the table. I was startled to say the least. When my client had left, I put the cards back once again into their rightful place and left to go about my business with the computer, which was in the front room. Before that evening, I returned to the back room to lock the door, when yet again the cards were waiting for me. This time they were standing up and leaning back on the holder. I became so unnerved that I went home immediately. Later, I had James return with me and I went to the back room and spoke to the spirit that was toying with me. I explained what I was doing there, that I only wanted to do my work, help people, and maybe make a little money. I asked that he please not scare me.
The cards stayed in their holder after that, and on most days, the spirit was a quiet and therefore delightful office mate. For that, I am truly grateful.
My home office has also provided some interesting moments. My friend Martha was sitting typing away at my computer while I lay on my couch and chatted with her. As I talked, I noticed that a pencil sketch of a fairy that I had drawn and mounted on the wall had become somewhat unfocused. It was as if I were looking through heat waves, the kind one sees on a highway in the summer. I pointed this out to Martha, who also saw this happening. Then, as we watched, the fairy girl who was portrayed as looking down into a rippling pond quickly glanced directly at us, then back again to the water that was drawn before her. It happened very quickly, but both of us witnessed the same action.
Spirits can and do interact with us through inanimate objects. They are at times caught in photographs, usually as orbs, since this is a natural shape for energy to assume. Sometimes, they are caught on film in a more human form,
I had a new toy, a digital camera. In celebration of my acquisition, I took photos of all of my friends who happened to visit me. Jeanine is one of those people who gladly smile and pose for the camera, so I snapped a picture of her. Unfortunately, I realized too late that I should have set the camera to flash. When I downloaded the picture, I fully expected it to be dim, and in fact, it was dim and quite blurry. However, in the corner across the room from where Jeanine was posing, there was a face visible. I thought this was an interesting illusion and zoomed in on the likeness so that I could see what it might really be. The image became even clearer. In the photo was a man’s bearded face. There seemed to be something on his head, and further enlarging revealed what might be a crown. The man in the photo seemed to be looking directly into the camera, his back against the office wall. I wondered if he might be a guide, watching over me as I worked. I would like to think so, and I choose to believe that he is my friend.
Sometimes spirits mistake our life force for the light, or they mistake our bodies for theirs. They may follow you home or attach to you at times. If they attach to you, you will feel extreme depression or anxiety, but they will fall off in time since you have a natural defense. The best thing to do, however, is to remove them from your being. Do it this way: Imagine that you have light coming up from inside you until you are glowing. Imagine that the dark globs are falling away from you as the light grows. Ask the angels that surround you to remove foreign entities from your energy as well.
Remember, light is your friend, it is of God, and nothing dark can penetrate true light.
A person is more at risk for attachment if they are intoxicated and put themselves in a vulnerable position, have an unhealthy interest in the occult, or make a habit of hanging out in places thought to be haunted. Therefore, make sure you keep a healthy and positive outlook on life.
This face appeared in upper right corner of digital photo. The Previous& succeeding photo appeared normal.
Chapter 22 Healing
Even the simplicity of life can be overwhelming at times. How we focus our energy determines how we perceive the world around us. If we focus on joyfulness, we create a joyful reality. If we believe in our body’s ability to heal, we may create good health as well.
Often I have been asked to lay hands on someone in order to assist a body in need of healing. I feel we can be used as conduits in this way and can infuse one with healing energy. By visualizing a person in need of healing as surrounded by light, and imagining that they absorb the light, we may assist them in healing as well.
I have noticed that at times while in session that my hands become hot, and at the same time, I have an impression of an illness or wound in their energy field, or aura. When I “send” them energy, often they find relief. On at least two occasions, I was told that cancer was totally healed. Other times, I felt that they might receive healing, but with the help of either traditional or alternative medicine. I would never, under any circumstances, allow someone to substitute my work for medical intervention.
While some folks are meant to be healed, or at least experience some relief, others are not. I feel that I can send energy, but it may not always be in someone’s life plan to be healed in such a way, or in some cases, or to be healed at all. I feel my job is to send the energy, release that to do what it needs to do, and detach from the result.
While most people have been appreciative of my efforts, unfortunately I found that on two occasions that the person receiving the healing became afraid of me because they had, in fact, been healed. Because I did not understand that people fear their own power, much less perceived power in others, I was hurt and for some time I rarely shared this energy unless I was asked to do so by someone I trusted. In time, I felt that I needed to overcome my own hesitation and fear, and now make it a daily part of my routine. I wonder how much good we could do for ourselves and others if we could find the courage to step out of what is familiar and trust that there is power accessible to all of us if we could believe that it is so.
Chapter 23 Mouse
It is becoming clear to me that my pets are living a double life. They are a social bunch, often entertaining other people’s pets at all hours of the day and night. Strange cats frequently come in through the doggie door at night and make themselves at home. On one occasion, a neighbor’s cat was found actually sitting on the toilet relieving himself. Our pets get indignant if they are caught cavorting in the house with off-limits cats, birds, little snakes, or whatever. They pretend that they had never met the creature until that very moment , and then make a lot of noise and commotion putting the guest out of the house. That is all for my benefit, of course. I’m also sure that on one occasion my pets were having a meeting , with a guest speaker no less, until I inadvertently broke it up.
James, the “children”, and I had retired for the evening when we suddenly heard a high-pitched squeak coming from the next room. “Oh no,” I thought. “The cats have a mouse cornered.” Well, I was awfully tired and I did not want to get up, so I just said a prayer for the mouse to make an escape. The house became quiet, and I thought the creature must have found safety. Relieved, I began to drift back to sleep.
The squeaking started again. The children went all to pieces. They jumped down and started a mouse hunt. I realized that the mouse had moved into the next room and was actually getting closer to us, and thus danger. Being drowsy, I suggested that we just shut the door to the adjoining room and plan to deal with it in the morning. We did, and again, we went to bed. The children were restless and uneasy still.
Soon, the squeak began again, and I kid you not: the mouse was scratching on our door. I was unnerved. I decided to put a stop to it and went in to capture the intruder. James found a box, but naturally it was full of holes, so I found another long box that I hoped would create a tunnel that the mouse might want to run in to. I slipped in quietly, but then the children rammed the door and soon all eyes were intensely focusing on the coal shuttle, which was partially covered by a throw rug. I slid the box down by an opening and asked the mouse to run in to it. It did not. It scoffed at my plan, and I could feel its disdain.
Then, the thing stuck its head out through another opening and squeaked loudly. I braced myself for the onslaught of wrath that I have learned to expect of the children, but it did not happen. They just became more interested, as if the mouse had said something of great importance. The mouse peeked out and gave another squeak. Then, it stuck out his head and sniffed the nose of my lead cat Cooper. He remained oddly still. Our visitor squeaked some more; then withdrew. I saw my chance, picked up the shuttle, and carried it to the deck with all of the children following closely behind. Once outside, they all grabbed seats where they could find them in order to continue to hear whatever profound message this prophetic mouse was going to deliver. They were paying rapt attention so I left them to their sermon and went back to bed. Later, they returned, calmer, and I believe more thoughtful.
The mouse was not seen again. Maybe he will return. Maybe he left instructions as what to do until then. Maybe I should get a lock on the doggy door. I just don’t know. I am just not going to think about it anymore.
Chapter 24 Haunted Inn
My assistant and I were invited to attend the Joshua P. Warren Paranormal Conference at a majestic, historic, and very haunted, hotel in Asheville. I was to be a guest speaker, offer readings, and participate in the ghost-hunting activities taking place at night. Although I heard some unexplained footsteps while I was putting my things in my room, the first part of the event was quite enjoyable. We listened to several speakers and partook of the nice buffet provided for us. It was later that evening that things got a little hairy.
Several guests, including my niece Lisa and I, rode a little bus over to an abandoned clubhouse on the grounds. Lisa is a beautician by day and is responsible for keeping my hair looking good in addition to accompanying me on paranormal investigations. She was never happier when she learned that big hair was coming back into style since that is her own preference. Lisa is the only person I know who had to buy a bigger car just to accommodate her hair.
Also in our group was a very tall and muscular police officer, Jerry. I was glad to have him along because he had a powerful energy about him that inspired confidence. In our conversations, I found that he had experienced several paranormal occurrences in his life, including receiving phone calls from something that seemed demonic in nature. He had tolerated it at first, but once he realized that it’s manifestation in his life and the lives of some members of his family and their friends was having a negative effect, he took control and commanded it to leave. It did depart, which further increased my confidence in him. His lovely wife, Andrea, was along, eager to see if she might capture any wayward entities with her digital camera. Often, a spiritual presence will create orbs of light that can be photographed best digitally.
The atmosphere was dark and creepy when we arrived at the clubhouse, but we gathered our courage and entered the deserted building. Almost all of us immediately began to experience one type of frightening episode after another, such as having feelings of oppression, sensations of being touched, etc. As we entered the second floor, Andrea commented that her camera had gone totally dead. Others in the group noticed that the same thing had happened to their equipment as well. It is a common occurrence for spirits to drain energy from the batteries. They also draw energy from humans, and this action creates a sensation of fear.
It was at that moment that I felt an extreme presence, that of a man. The man seemed to be dressed in attire common to the early 1920s. He appeared to be very well off, and amused by our growing panic. I also felt the presence of many others emerging from their realm into ours at this point. They seemed to be having sport with us, laughing and pointing as they gathered around us. Then a caretaker presented himself. He was angry. He said that we were uninvited. He said that we made the floors muddy with our dirty feet. At this point, I felt a sudden and intense pressure to my belly. I felt that I had been punched. What I experienced was not painful, but the force forced my breath from me, and I felt that I might throw up. I could not speak. Again, and again, the force struck me. At this point, Jerry wrapped his arms around me and guided me down the hall and to the lower level. The rest of our group followed.
We left that building and went back to the main part of the hotel. Not ready to give up our ghost hunting, we walked to another area of known haunting, a former nightclub. As soon as we stepped from the elevator, I felt overwhelmed and turned to go. Unfortunately, the elevator door had already closed. Immediately I felt the presence of the woman known as the “Pink Lady” by those familiar with the Inn’s history. I felt that she was accompanied by another spirit, that of a man. Just as suddenly, I felt the spirit of an elderly woman. She got right in my face, laughed, and said that she was a witch and that she kept company with the others that were there. Her energy was overwhelming. I explained excitedly to our entourage what I was feeling. I told them she was touching my face. Andrea, who remained calm under every circumstance, snapped a photo. Sure enough, an orb was photographed touching my cheek. Finally, the elevator door opened, and I left the group to proceed without me.
The next night, we ventured out again. I decided to cut the evening short, however, and returned to my room. My daughter Jayme, my assistant for the second night, was eager to go to the clubhouse. She reported that when the group entered the building, they all agreed that the energy of this night was much lighter than the night before. My daughter thought it was all a hoot and said later that she felt intoxicated. Another guest also reported experiencing similar sensations. Jayme felt so frivolous, in fact, that she stood under a dust cover and pretended to be a ghost. Oddly enough, while doing her Casper imitation, several photos were taken that showed her to be covered in orbs.
Later that night, I had my most frightening experience of the trip, though not of the type that might be expected. Jayme and I were both in our room in our respective beds. The accommodations were very nice, with beautiful furniture, full-length mirrors, and even a little kit to shine your shoes. I was just dozing off when I realized that I had forgotten to brush my teeth. Although the room was dark, there was just a tiny bit of light coming through the door, so I decided to leave the lamp light out so as not to wake my daughter.
As I went toward the bathroom, I caught a glimpse of some movement directly in front of me. It became a little clearer as I neared it, and seemed to be a figure, yes, a female figure dressed in a filmy white gown. I looked closer in shock at the advancing figure, and saw an expression of terror gazing back at me. I grabbed my heart and stumbled backwards. The figure in front of me did the same. A scream began to escape from my throat.
Just then, I realized that the horrifying apparition was actually my own reflection in the full-length mirror on the bathroom door. I clasped my hand over my mouth and leaned against the wall for a while until I was calm enough to quietly go back to bed. The next day, Lisa reported hearing unearthly moans and muffled screams that seemed to be coming from right inside our room, but had felt so unnerved that she had pretended to be asleep in hopes that whatever evil was lurking there would pass over and leave her unharmed. I agreed that was the best course of action, and decided to just keep my little episode to myself for a while. Some mysteries are better left unsolved.
I “saw” a spirit and told those who were with us that the spirit was touching my face. This orb was photographed in the place that I felt my cheek being touched.
Chapter 25 Nautical Adventure
Jayme and Lisa, with my son’s girlfriend Kim, were also along for another one of my misadventures. It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon, and we girls pooled our money and rented a pontoon so that we might have a carefree day of floating about the lake. Lisa was piloting the boat, and we were having a grand time traveling the full length of Lake James.
Jayme and Lisa decided a swim would be fun, but we had not brought swimsuits, as this had been an impulsive trip. They figured it would not matter, since they were wearing tee shirts. They dropped their shorts and went into the water wearing only their tee shirts and undies. They were having a ball. They were having so much fun that I decided to join them. I was wearing a button-up shirt, however, and I did not want to get it wet. Therefore, I decided to just go in my underwear and bra. I was wearing my favorite “granny” panties that boast a lively zebra design, so I hoped that from a distance they might be mistaken for a sporty swimsuit. However, because the boat was anchored in a private cove, and since the ladder going down into the water was facing the embankment, I felt safe from prying eyes.
The girls were greatly amused by my attire and began heartily laughing as soon as I began my descent. Jayme in fact, became so overcome by the whole situation that she began sinking, all the while yelling that she was drowning, between gasps and giggles. I paid no mind, however, and dropped into the water. I have gained a little weight and am not as active as I once was, so I was a little startled at how quickly I dropped and how deeply I sank. I fought back panic as I sank for what seemed to be an eternity. I felt water enter my nose as I continued my downward plunge. I kicked my legs, and waved my arms and tried to stay calm as I reminded myself that I would float if I would relax. Finally, I breeched the surface only to face the contorted faces of the girls, who said I went a full inch under the surface and bobbed straight back to the top like a cork.
I turned my back to them and swam away only to be promptly caught in a current that began dragging me away from the boat and toward the shore. I floated on my back and worked very hard to move toward the boat without making much progress, so I donned a life vest that was tossed to me in order to rest a bit. Soon, I decided to climb back into the boat. Lisa and Jayme did the same. Lisa began to climb the ladder, but had a terrible time since it was barely in the water. She stuck one foot over the railing and hung nearly upside down while struggling to gain control and get on board. Finally, after flailing about for several minutes, she managed to get her feet under her. I looked at the ladder, horrified that I might not be able to repeat Lisa’s success, when I realized that with the quick snap of a latch the ladder would extend several feet further down and thus be within easy reach. Joyous with my discovery, and even more joyful that the discovery was made after Lisa’s escapade, I advanced on the pontoon. It was not an easy climb and I had to pause several times before righting myself. I then got dressed, secure in the knowledge that my display had gone unnoticed except by my companions.
It was at this point that the old man in his fishing boat pulled away from the edge of the cove and went speeding by. He stared at us intently with a huge grin on his gnarly face. I am thinking he caught not only a fish, but also an eyeful.
Play is important to maintaining balance in your life. As usual, my playtime resulted in yet another embarrassing moment.
Play is an important balancer. By allowing our inner child out to play, we keep that child contented, our mind rested, and our body healthy. When we see life through the eyes of a child, we often see through the complexity of life and experience more of life's simplicity.
Chapter 26 Journey in Spirit
As an exercise in spiritual development, I decided to take a walk outside myself and into the spirit world. I chose a tarot card, that of the “world”, to assist me in this endeavor. The world card is a card of abundance and shows an image of an unclothed woman, a mother figure, who is literally standing in blue sky. This card seemed to pull on me for reasons that I did not understand, so I chose this card and the figure on it as my guide. I sat in a comfortable chair, relaxed, and closed my eyes.
I imagined that the card was the size of a door and that it was standing alone in the middle of the room. I imagined that I stood up in my spirit, leaving my body in my chair, and I walked into the card. As I entered that realm, the cardboard image became a three-dimensional world. I felt so excited, but when I realized that the woman was unclothed, I was suddenly embarrassed and averted my eyes. She laughed, and I realized that it is true that fairies’ laughter sounds like the tinkling of bells. When I looked at her again, she was clothed in a sarong, as was I.
She took my hands and we began to fly through space. I felt light and filled with excitement. We stopped, stood in the air, and held hands while we faced each other. We begin to spin and I remembered how it felt to be a child again. Suddenly, she released one hand, pulled me through space by my other hand, and headed straight for the sun. I became afraid and tried to pull away, but she held tight. As we neared the sun, we flew even faster and, although I was terrified, I did not feel heat. In a matter of seconds, we were in the sun, but were not consumed. I looked at her and then at myself. We were both part of the sun, and existed as pure light. Once again, she took my hand and pulled me in order to leave, but I did not wish to go. I wanted to stay, as I was completely at peace and filled with joy. Again, she proved too strong and pulled me back into space. I saw that we were now composed of millions of particles of light. While we had regained our forms, we had retained the light. I felt overjoyed, and again she laughed. She took my hands and we began a slow spiral descent, back to blue sky, and back to the door way. She smiled at me, and released my hands as I stepped back into my room. As I turned to look at her, she was once again an unclothed image in a mere drawing. I returned to my body, breathed a deep cleansing breath, and opened my eyes.
I am certain that although I was again in physical form, the essence of the light was still part of me.
If you would like to step out in spirit, you may try the following exercise. First, find a comfortable and quiet spot. Take deep calming breaths and allow your body to relax. You might like to have soft music playing and perhaps burn incense and /or candles. Imagine that you are glowing with light and that your angels are surrounding you. Next, Imagine that you are so heavy that you slip right out of your body right down to the floor, or that you are so light that you touch the ceiling. Then imagine that you are walking through a doorway that has opened right in the middle of your room. As you pass through the doorway, pretend that you are walking into a beautiful garden where flowers are growing, birds are singing, etc. You can also “walk” into a favorite painting or into a place you have visited or remember from childhood. Imagine that you experience a shower that washes away any bad feelings that you have been experiencing, and then feel warm sunshine on your face. Pretend that you meet a rabbit that talks, a white unicorn, or a ladybug that is really a lady. You might also imagine that you are walking through a tunnel toward a light. As you travel through the tunnel, you allow yourself to see visions of yourself as you may have existed in a past life. Remind yourself that you are safe from the emotions of that time and allow yourself to merely observe.
In time, you may have a guide approach you, in whatever form you choose, to help you with challenges you may be facing. If you are given information that you do not later remember, or are given gifts of any kind, you will retain the essence of that so that you have what you need when you need it. You may not comprehend what is imparted to you at first, but in time, you should acquire the necessary insight.
If you feel uncomfortable at any time, simply stop. In time, you may wish to wrestle inner demons by envisioning them as characters that embody your emotions or aspects of your own personality. Remember, you are in control, and never do anything that makes you uncomfortable.
When you are ready, imagine yourself walking back into your body. Focus on your breathing again. Feel yourself fitting back into your environment, relaxed and refreshed.
Imagination is a powerful tool, and perhaps it is its’ own reality. Through your imagination and imagery, you can affirm what you wish to believe, and through your beliefs you can often manifest the reality you wish to create. Through imagination, you increase your creativity, which in turn enhances your intuition. Simply daydreaming is a wonderful way to open doors in your mind and experience the magic of imagination.
Chapter 27 Dear Diary
Dear Diary: It has been just another day as usual. I cannot say that I slept very well last night as I was awakened in the middle of the night only to see the specter of a man standing beside my bed. He was unshaven, had long curly hair, and was wearing a tank top undershirt and boxer underpants. He even had a towel wrapped around his neck. His expression indicated that he thought that I was the one in the wrong place. Though startled at first, I decided that tonight I was not going to be bothered, so I rolled over and went back to sleep. This was very different from my experience the night before. I had fallen asleep with the phone on the bed only to awaken to what I thought was it ringing. I picked up the phone and said “hello.” There was no answer, but I heard what seemed to be a sound similar to what a fax machine or computer, but soon realized that the sound did not come from the phone but from beside the bed. I was very groggy, and very calm as I saw the shadows of two very thin man-like creatures standing beside the bed. One being was about three feet tall and the other was perhaps about four feet tall. The taller being carried a small box hanging by a strap from his shoulder. They both seemed to be looking at me, but I did not feel afraid. I felt curiosity instead. As the fax sound continued, I thought, “So that is what they sound like.” Immediately after that thought, I fell into a deep sleep and remained asleep until the next morning.
I saw a new client this morning, dear diary: a woman who was worried about her husband, as she was uncertain of his love for her. I reassured her that I felt he loved her. This made her so happy that she decided to ask about her relationship with her boyfriend as well.
Wren, my evil attack Chihuahua, engineered an escape from the porch today, and stealthily began to make her way across the road. She spied a neighborhood child making his way home riding a “Big Wheel.” If there is anything that Wren likes less than a child, it is a child on a Big Wheel. She also spied her nemesis, the dreaded black lab, lying in his front yard. Wren took one look back at me, calculated the distance, and figured I did not stand a chance of catching her before she made her move. Her decision was not whether to attack, but rather whom to attack. She decided her best bet was to go for the lab. I took off in hot pursuit and caught her within two feet of her attacking a very startled-looking canine. Wren was very angry about being captured and the hair stood up on her spine for several minutes.
I did receive some interesting phone calls today. Someone in Taiwan was lost, and fortunately, I was able to help his family locate him. I described a certain area and, since it was a place familiar to them, he was found alive and well.
A mother brought her daughter by earlier. It seems as if the child has vision problems and asked that I share healing energy with her. I had done this before, and it had helped her. Naturally, I was happy to be of assistance and to do that again.
A woman came by who wanted help in communicating with her loved ones whom had passed on. Though it took quite a bit of energy, I was able to comfort her and she felt satisfied with the information she received. A very creative woman also came by and I mediated for her spirit guide. She was an interesting woman, an old soul I am sure. Finally, a man visited and discussed his financial concerns and property dealings. I do feel that things will improve for him soon.
I received word that a client’s father had passed away quite suddenly. She said that I had told her in her session that she needed to spend time with her father, as he was not well. She did not believe me and had felt her dad was fine. Three days later, her dad died unexpectedly from a heart attack. It is very sad.
Oh, I also received a message from a client who attended a group session and wrote down some of my comments. It seems that before the presidential election in 2000, I had been recorded saying the following: “An imposter will take the White House. A great explosion will occur in the northeast and will reverberate throughout the land. A man in a white turban will be behind it all.” Oddly enough, I had forgotten having said any of that. That reminds me too of the vision I had and that my friend recorded just before going on the air with my radio show. I had envisioned a wall of water coming into a city. Panic-stricken people were everywhere, and I had felt a dam might have given way. I am assuming, of course, that I had perceived the levy break in New Orleans that occurred shortly thereafter.
All in all, dear diary, it was just another day. Maybe tomorrow, something truly amazing will happen. Until then: good night.
About the author:
Angela Moore is a respected, reputable and spiritual psychic from western North Carolina. She is a frequent guest on the area radio talk shows, and has been featured in several regional newspapers. She often speaks publicly, entertaining and amazing her audience.
Her show “Metaphysical Matters” is featured on the acclaimed public radio WNCW in Spindale NC. She has also hosted a call-in show, “Hillbilly Psychic,” on WWNC in Asheville NC, and has featured in regional newspapers. She has conducted personal sessions in her office in Marion NC for over a dozen years.
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