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The White Feather Message From The Dead
My wife and I had the pleasure of looking after our 7 month old grandson, Samuel, while his mum and dad did some home renovations – they are fitting a complete new kitchen.
He’s something special and has a smile to make you melt. I feel I’ve known him all my life. I see all sorts of things in his face and movements that remind me of … well, I’m not exactly sure what, I just know they are familiar.
When he sees my wife or I he goes, “Ahh!” and strokes our face with his tiny hand. But I won’t bore you with how wonderful he is!
That night when I got home I meditated but, for some reason, felt quite emotional and wondered if my mum and dad, now sadly both dead, knew all about Samuel. I know how much they would have loved him. I felt a tear trickle down my cheek but pulled myself together and continued with my intended meditation.
First thing the next morning I went into my home office to collect something I needed and there on my desk was a white feather. Goodness knows how it could have possibly have got there.
I have written several times about white feathers, a couple of links are below. They seem to appear to my wife and I as messages from loved ones who have passed on. In this instance I interpreted it as a message from my parents confirming that they knew all about Samuel.
All of this reminded me of how once before I’d asked if my dad knew all about my son, after he had qualified as a chartered accountant. I have published a post about this here. It tells of how my father’s old watch stopped at 3:20, the exact time my son had been born.
I take these sort of happenings as showing that our loved ones are still with us. I’m not sure exactly where, perhaps another dimension or plane, but they seem to know about us and how we are progressing with our lives.
Some will say such an opinion is very fanciful and is because the bereaved clutch at straws for comfort. That’s fine, but I believe life is eternal. Those who have gone before are always with us.
Further Reading:
White Feathers Comfort The Bereaved
White Feathers And A Special Beach
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