The Significance of Feathers
NOTE: Helene originally wrote this on September 15th, 2010.
REQUEST:
I would be very grateful if you could help me understand the implications of white feathers, or if you have any advice for me.
For some time, I have been finding white feathers in my room. Initially, I did not give much thought to it as I assumed they might have been coming in through the windows. One night, I decided to close my windows; the next morning, there was another feather on my bed. I am beginning to think there might be an implication. In the last three weeks, I have found two medium and two small feathers in my bedroom. I will appreciate any information you can give me.
F.M.
ANSWER:
My first impression is that it may be contact from another dimension. I suggest that you ask. You can use either one of the following techniques.
- Ask before going to sleep at night. Say… I want to have a dream. I want to remember my dream, and I want to understand my dream.
- Hold the feathers in your hand, relax, and ask yourself ‘What do these feathers mean?’ Continue doing this meditation until you get an answer. I suggest that you have a notebook to write down your impressions.
One of my former students had an experience with feathers. She shared it in one of my classes. She had feathers appear in her closed car, on her tea table, and one time she went to a movie theatre and noticed a feather on the chair before she sat down. Her feathers were six to eight inches long. She assumed that they came from a turkey, a rooster, or a bird. Several months later, she got the significance of the feathers. She went to a flea market with her friend, where vendors had booths displaying their merchandise.
They stopped at a booth where an old man was displaying a collection of smooth rocks that he had painted with scenes of animals and Indian symbols. When he saw her, he gave her a toothless grin and handed her an eight-inch feather. “From your spirit guide. He gives you love and protection.” He whispered. She told me that her friend did not get a feather. From that day forward, she kept a feather in her car and one on a table by her front door.
I just had another thought-the song. ‘On the wings of a snow white dove I send you my sweet love’.
Helene Hadsell
