Feather
Maybe its something about southern England but I had another White Feather incident, again in Dorset. (Anyone present who can fill in more detail please email me.)
It was another Angelday workshop I was stood in front of a wall full of pictures of the Acsended Masters and Angels (one little girl called it "the wall of God"). Talking about my love for Angels and how they've changed my life when a white feather materialised somewhere above me and gently floated down before me, much to the wonder of all there.
I of course being the true professional and trying to act as if this happens to me all the time, didn't make a fuss about it or even pick it up... wish I had.
The hall room had a large ceiling, plenty of large windows, none of which were open, neither were the doors.
