By Leona Thomas
I don't normally ask my Angels for signs because we just flow together. I am more likely to ask directly for advice or confirmation of something but sometimes they want to say hello and let me know I am supported during times of challenge.
In 2016 I was back in Kathmandu, Nepal but the trip was not going according to anything I had planned. Yes, there were some huge problems and I was doing my best to be positive about it.
It was summer and the temperatures were soaring. I was living on the top floor with a metal roof and no air conditioning (and my landlady had banned me from opening windows in case monkeys or cats or mice got inside). So I didn't always have the energy to walk for 10 minutes to the Bagmati River nearby. Instead I would sit on the step near my front door and admire the trees and bushes in my neighbour's garden just 3 metres away.
There were always crows near my home because a neighbour would put out meat for them on his roof terrace every day. Our sky would go black and the sound of their raucous fighting always told us when it was 10.30am. Yet I never saw a single black feather lying around.
Kathmandu is a city full of birds yet you never see feathers on the floor! It seems that Nepali birds are more careful to keep their feathers with them, or else they put all the spare ones in their nest. If there were no feathers lying around anywhere how would my Angels get a white feather to me?
One day I sat on my doorstep watching the small brown birds that looked like sparrows. If you asked a Nepali what these birds were they would answer, "It's a bird!" So who knows what kind they were really. Many of these small brown birds appeared to be nesting in my roof and they were always busy collecting food and sitting on the phone lines nearby, chattering away amongst themselves. And sometimes I had to avert my eyes as they had bird sex. But on this particular day I was due for a special surprise.
I watched as one sparrow flew over the trees and landed on the railing of my neighbour's roof terrace. He was facing me but I couldn't see much of him because he had a medium sized (definitely not fluffy) white feather in his beak and it obscured his head and most of his body too! He kept scooting along the railing, waving his white feather at me. I was intrigued and entertained.
But I guess my angels wanted to make sure that I knew this was not an empty co-incidence because a few minutes later a second sparrow landed on the railing and he also had a medium-sized white feather in his beak! They moved along that railing like a well-choreographed stage act - first turning one way in unison and then back again. Then they flew together down to the floor of the roof terrace and continued to turn in circles and marched up and down together in perfect timing... After about 15 minutes of this performance they both flew off and that was the last I saw of them.
I may not ask my Angels for a feathery sign but it is always nice to know I am supported and this was a beautiful magical Kathmandu treat during what was a particularly traumatic time.
Tune in next week for the final instalment of Angel Feathers - Part Three and find out how the Angels gave confirmation in Casablanca when I questioned them...