Angels

I have read

that there are angels around us. I’ve read about it in autobiographical stories and fictional novels, I’ve read online articles telling how to spot the signs that they are with you, and how to recognize the gifts they leave behind. Some people actually hear disembodied voices. Take it as you will, I believe in angels.

I have no other choice but to believe. The last online article I opened up was called something like, How to Tell if Angels Are With You. It was probably a year or more ago, I closed it almost immediately because I had read it all before, and none of those things ever happen to me. First on the list is always that you will find random feathers around. Bla bla bla. I was laying in bed, staring at my phone for probably too long before I had to get up and start my day. I swung my feet around to the floor, and right next to my shoes, was a little feather from either my pillow, or my comforter, both of which would leak feathers on the regular, but it was a sign, it had to be, so I conceded to be more receptive.

When I would randomly have a memory about someone who has died, I would start to talk to them. Id tell them how that memory makes me feel. I talk to them silently, in my head, maybe that’s out of the ordinary, but that’s what I do, and it keeps me connected in a place where it seems all connections have been cut off.

Ever since the down feather by my shoe, and keeping my memories alive, I’ve been able to spot the signs more readily.

I like to walk the trails of my neighborhood parks while listening to music, I love the power of music, and being in nature is uplifting. My mind wanders all over the place while forgetting I’m tired, or hot, or cold, or that bird is literally dive bombing me right now!

On one particular morning, I had just learned my friend’s son had been killed by gun violence on a city street, she was obviously very upset. I felt terrible for her. Shortly into my walk my thoughts drifted in her direction, the pain she was in was unbearable. I started tearing up by the thought of her in that pain. The song She Talks to Angels started in my earbuds as I was rounding the biggest hill in the park. I could see about 10 feet in front of me where the hill came to a peak then started it’s decent, the more steps I took, the more of the trail I could see. When the crest of the hill was in my full vision, there stood a black crow. For those of you who weren’t fully emerged in the 90s grunge era, the Black Crows is the band that released the song. I knew right then that my friend’s son was in a good place and she was going to be ok. Her family has her.

Then, just the other day I had a similar situation where I was walking, this time on the trail that goes down by the beach. A friend was struggling with the fact that her friend’s son had passed away, I don’t know the details other than she was having a hard time coping with how unfair these situations are. About 20 paces farther down the trail was a huge feather. At that point I was reassured her angels are with her. I took a photo of the feather as validation. There is a leaf acting as an arrow saying “Here’s your sign, don’t trip over it.”

When you communicate, appreciate, and validate, the more the signs will pop up, and the more at peace you will feel. Peace is all we really want in the long run anyways so just stop fighting it.