17 February, 2012

Watching Over Us With White Feathers


White feathers


Today I'm back on the theme of how white feathers comfort the bereaved. This is Emma Dudley's experience - thank you Emma.

"I lost my nan suddenly in November of 2011, and have had many encounters of white feather prior to her death as well as after, but tonight was the most poignant of all showings.

I was sat in my bed in the dark watching television, when I saw something slowly drifting downwards in front of the screen, I got up to catch it and turned the light on to have a better look, and it was a white feather.

I must add, I do not open the windows in my room, as I don't like spiders, and have no feathers in quilting, pillows or anything else in my room. I placed the feather on my dressing table and went to tuck my son into bed. When I returned the feather was gone.

Some might say they are sceptical, but I had an experience several years ago when I was seriously ill in hospital with meningcoccul meningitis.

I was visited by a relative that had passed over several years before, and she stood watching over me for several hours. After she faded I began to improve, and am here to tell the tale today.

So I do truly believe there is someone or something to watch over each and everyone of us, and once in a while they let us know they are there to comfort us."

~ Emma Dudley

As I have said previously I get more emails and contact about white feathers than anything else I have written, including coincidences. All I can really add is that it does happen, regardless of what many sceptics may think.

More White Feather Posts:
White Feathers And A Special Beach
Receiving White Feathers From The Dead
The White Dove As A Messenger Of The Dead
The Meaning Of White Feathers As Messages From The Dead
White Feathers Comfort The Bereaved

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8 comments:

  1. Another interesting example of white feather connections. I like these sort of stories, Mike.

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  2. This is a beautiful story. I feel that white feathers are an archetype of spirit communication. Maybe that's always been true, but the internet has facilitated the flow of information so we hear about it more now.

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  3. Have you thought about writing a book on the white feather experience Mike?
    Looks like a lot of interest is there and it may provide some comforting stories to readers.

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  4. Darren: Thanks for the idea of a book on white feathers. Will give it some thought.

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  5. I've been reading your posts on white feathers and though I have never experienced this myself I have had similar things happen to me after my wife died recently after an illness.

    I live near the sea on the east coast of England and at this time of year there aren't too many people about on the beaches. I was walking along the soft sand as the tide was going out. Feeling emotional and thinking of my wife I wrote her name in the sand in big letters.

    I slowly walked away and back to the road where I immediately saw a silver heart pendent on the pavement. That day would have been our silver wedding anniversary.

    One of the songs from 1987 he year we were married was I've Had the Time of My Life and my wife would sing this to me. When I got back to my car and switched on the engine the radio also came on. The words I heard were, 'I've had the time of my life and I owe it all to you.'

    These two things meant so much to me and it was as if my wife was still near me.

    That night our daughter came round to make sure I was okay and I told her what had happened. She gave me an anniversary card that her mother had told her to buy for me. My wife was in hospital at the time but had written inside: Thank you for giving me the time of my life. All my love forever. There was a silver heart in the front of the card.

    That's all I can write.

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  6. Let me begin by saying that all of my adult life, I have been a hard core cynic, who believed that death was the end for us all.

    When my son unexpectedly died from a seizure in September, 2011, I was thrust into deep grief. About six months after his death, I walked to my mailbox, which I rarely did at that time as my husband always brought in the mail when he came in from work each day. As I approached the mailbox, I saw a white feather lying neatly on the ground next to my mailbox. I picked it up and brought it inside, but thought nothing more of it. That afternoon, as I was reading the posts of a grieving mother’s Facebook group, there was an entry about feathers as a sign from deceased loved ones. Although I rarely posted on this page, I posted a note simply stating that I had found a feather near my mailbox that day. Later that same evening, my oldest son (also a hard core cynic), who lives 30 miles from me, called in amazement to tell me that he too had found a feather in his yard earlier that same day, but obviously had placed no significance on it, until he read my FB post. However, I still believed both feathers to be just some strange coincidence.

    A few days later, as I was walking into my office building one morning, I found a feather lying next to the front door. I picked it up, brought it home and put it with the first feather I had found. Although I pondered the third “coincidence” a bit more, as I had not found a feather in years prior to the first one, I still refused to place any other significance on them.

    A few weeks later, I was leaving work late one afternoon, after having sat at my desk crying all day, missing my son so desperately. I walked to my car, unlocked the door and there was a feather in the middle of my driver’s seat. Now let me add, that my car was in the parking lot, only a few steps from my front office door, right outside my one story office building. My car is clearly visible to me from my office window, where I had been sitting all day. After a few seconds of shock, I took out my cell phone and snapped a photo of the feather. I checked all my car doors and windows, only to find that my doors were locked and all the windows rolled up. Although I have tried to find every reasonable explanation as to how this feather could have appeared in my locked and closed car, I have yet to find one.

    As an aside, I have had several other strange occurrences, since my son died, that had nothing to do with feathers, some of which are even more unexplainable. Believe me when I say that I was not expecting any “signs,” given my hard core cynicism. While I am no longer a “hard core cynic,” I am still a skeptic looking for answers, as all of my adult life I have searched for logical explanations for any “other-worldly” events about which I have heard. But, I must say that from the numerous anomalies that I have seen with my own eyes, since my son’s death, I can find no such logical explanation for many of them. Yes, I was in very deep grief when these things occurred and many would say (as I would, had I heard of them from anyone else) that it was simply the imaginings and/or wishful thinking of a bereaved mother. But, again I was never expecting any of them and was shocked and even frightened by some of them.

    While I still cannot say definitively how or why these things occurred, I can definitively say that they did.

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    1. Thank you so much for your story. I first saw white feathers following the death of my daughter, mother and best friend - they all passed on in a period of about 14 months, The feathers seemed too much to be a simple 'coincidence'.

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    2. I agree.

      My sincerest sympathies to you for your many losses. My aunt, who helped raise me, died three months after my son, and my husband of 39 years died 7 months ago, so I know how your heart aches.

      I have not seen any feathers in a long time...but I will wait and hope.

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