I read you can ask for a sign from your angels. Some books I own mention feathers as a sign we can receive from our angels. A few years ago, I decided to ask. Why not, right? I have nothing to lose and everything to gain. It is nice to receive confirmation that we are not alone. I have seen them in my past life regressions, why not?
I tested the angels. I decided to ask for a feather to let me know they were around.
I cleared my voice, and said aloud to any angel who would listen, “Okay. Um.” (Faltering, and then summoning courage.) “Can you please show me a sign that angels are with me? I would love to see a feather. Thank you.” I remember feeling awkward asking for such a mundane thing, yet a feather represents angels for me, so it was meaningful.
The next day, I saw a white feather. I discounted it. I saw another white feather and discounted it.
The third day, I saw a two-foot wide pile of white feathers at the edge of my yard.
Still, I discounted it.
(I know, what was I thinking?)
Our neighbor has a white duck; I thought a bear or coyote ate it (or worse, one of our cats). I ran over to his yard to ask about his duck. He said, “Nope he’s just fine. Sometimes they molt. There’s the duck.” He pointed in their yard. He was fine and did not look as though he was missing any feathers at all.
Then and only then did it dawn on me. Can it be? I just asked a few days ago for a sign from my angels. I asked for a feather. I did not think the one here, one there was enough apparently. They had to show me a whole pile.
Before this day and after this day, I have rarely seen any feathers … until last week.
I kept thinking about posting this story on my blog, yet did not. Maybe it will move someone to believe. Maybe it will inspire someone to ask. I pondered … someone must need to read this information.
In the meantime, the angels gave me another sign.
I am finishing the last few chapters in my book and have not devoted time to much else. I sat down at my computer last week, and there resting on my laptop was a small, thin white feather. I have a cubicle office set-up in my basement. I do not have pillows, etc. down here, just papers. I have absolutely no idea where this feather came from to land on my laptop. How would it land here … and to precisely land on the keys of my laptop? Wow.
A few days later, I had someone ask me a question in an email. I replied using this story. (There it is, written.) Her email prompted me to write this story down. But I believe, it is truly meant for you.
Here are a few photos of it, just so you can get an idea of how small this feather is. I am going to have to frame it. (I did not touch the duck feathers to save one. They were mysteriously gone when I realized they were signs from Heaven.)
We are loved. Angels and spirit guides (your guardian angels) surround us all day, every day. They love us so much there are no words for it.
Angels can only help you if you ask. Ask. Ask for anything, even if it seems mundane to you. They are there for us.
Ask for your feather. Post a comment when you find it. Do not wait for the pile.
