I get a lot of women writing to me since we released the 21 Days to Attract Your Soulmate course earlier this year. I get amazing questions like this…

“I am also considering myself in a phase of huge growth, and am questioning my relationship. While not abusive, verbal abuse shows up every three months or so. It also seems we’re growing apart as our ‘beliefs’ are changing … e.g. life is hard vs. life is great … as well as spiritual stuff. Sometimes I think it would free me to move on, but I don’t want to ‘give up’ either.”

“He calls me a bitch or says I’m stupid at least once a month. I know it’s more about him than it is me, it just leaves me questioning whether or not we should be together.”

As I tell all of my clients and students, I am not a professional with relationship stuff. All I can offer is my perspective and experience and maybe that will shed some insight and light.

Verbal abuse can be just as damaging as physical abuse – it screws with your brain plasticity and rewires your sense of self to behave differently. Honestly, it changes who you are but as a caveat here, there is a very broad spectrum of what someone should be willing to tolerate.

I have been verbally abusive and I have been verbally (and physically) abused. The word ‘abuse’ is so loaded and heavy.

We all makes mistakes. No one is perfect and I think that communication break down and frustration is the most likely reason why partners peck away at their loved ones. They feel out of control and feel not so good about themselves, so they take it out on people around them. This is the most likely weak spot where you’re often finding that you’re drifting apart instead of growing together in the same direction.

As one half of a relationship you need to be on the same page and not stuck in a cycle of pushing the self destruct button when things get rough. You’re either in or you’re out – the fence sitting has to end because that lack of honest commitment to what you really want would cause a lot of anxiety and stress.

Action: Get clear about what you really want.

I sat on the fence for a decade and just heaped on the excuses and ignored my feelings. For me it was what I imagine being gay and pretending that you’re straight would be like. I wasn’t living my authentic truth of being in the kind of relationship I wanted for myself.

With my love Sean, we have had some epic fights that have sometimes teetered over the boundaries into being not okay – but they are still fixable and after the storm has passed we break down a new way of being and handling situations. We discuss what we want and that our mutual focus is that we love one another and want to share our lives as a union in the fullest way possible.

Yes, he’s called me a bitch and I’ve hurled insults at him that he’s an arse-hole, a cock smack or a dick head – but it’s still in the heat of the moment and I know the difference. I’m fully owning the immaturity here, we both did after the event.

The best advice was given to us by a dear friend that suggested we use a safety word or a code word that is non-negotiable and we are to go to our own separate corners to cool down and we will regroup when the aggression has settled. This has helped tremendously. Not so much due to the code word, but due to the fact that it has given us a filter to walk away when we know things are getting heated.

As a union is a super-valuable tool to remember and practice.

With my first husband he used a creative gamut of verbal abuse saying that no one would love me with the spare tyre I had around my middle or that I was a Fat Slag (gosh, that was a nasty one) especially after I had just given birth to my daughter.

The difference between the two was that one was used to hurt and go in for the kill to damage my self of self, and the other is a heat of the moment outburst to shock me out of my spiral – huge difference in my opinion.

One is part of the healthy and not-so-often disagreements that a married couple might experience and the other pecks away at your soul and manipulates you into thinking that you’re less than you are.

I would love to live in a happy land of Unicorns where it’s all rosy all the time, but it’s not. Relationships are our teachers that whip our souls into shape and make us better people. When they start to hurt our hearts and make them feel heavy, it’s definitely time to make a choice and make a change.

I hope this helps a little and inspires you to stand back and witness next time this happens (if it does) and know that not everything is black and white, or cut and dry – there is a middle ground where you have the awareness to discern how you really want to be treated in your life and what you’re willing to put up with.

Just like physical abuse, the biggest issue is the silence and the stigma associated with our relationships not being perfect.

Screw being perfect – you are a beautiful energetic being that deserves to feel heard, validated and happy.

I would love to know your thoughts and experiences about this. please feel free to comment below.

The beauty of life is that our perception changes over time based on experience and what shows up in our reality.

It’s so easy to assume and to judge what someone else is going through until you walk a mile in their shoes. I don’t think I really understood this concept until all of my preconceived notions and judgements of other people were challenged – and it’s still an ongoing process.

I remember when I would threaten to leave my ex-husband and he would say that I’d end up like ‘Ivy’ – a single mother that we knew that lived in a poorer part of town. The fear and my judgement of ‘Ivy’ is what made me stay, until I became her and found it to be the most empowering experience ever. My perception of single motherhood shifted and allowed me to break down the fear and see the beauty through it.

Another example is when we discovered that our neighbours were getting divorced because the husband had an affair with a younger woman. I remember feeling rattled and angry that he did this to his wife and to their three children – until I myself had an affair the following Autumn. What I learnt from that experience was that there are so many other layers going on within a relationship that you can’t know about unless you’re in it.

I remember when I was a teenager there was this local homeless guy called John who was as cranky as Oscar the Grouch. He sported the most acrid stench and lugged around a blanket like Linus from Peanuts. John would urinate in store doorways and yell at people from a distance.

Apparently he was a wealthy businessman with a loving family and the word on the street was that he chose to live this lifestyle of homelessness to keep his family away from the sadness of his mental illness.

Too often we jump to make things wrong without knowing the full picture.

Another common judgement is that when you have more money you’ll be happy and problems just disappear – they don’t. You see the lessons keep showing up until you ‘get’ them.

The best attitude to carry around in your heart is compassion – not only for others but for yourself.

The bottom line and the golden thread that binds us all is that we are all living, breathing, human beings. We all crave the same intrinsic comforts to stay alive.

So next time you think of assuming that things are a certain way, stop, pause and cultivate the awareness that there is always so much more behind the perception of a story.

**(This post is dedicated to my beautiful husband Sean. I’m ALL in, for life and beyond).

About two weeks ago I peed on a stick and the two pink lines showed up which means I am pregnant (yet again). This is number 5 in just seven months. The news was a complete surprise as I was looking forward to giving my body a little break after suffering four consecutive losses. The news landed just a couple of days before my highly anticipated appointment with the recurrent miscarriage clinic at the Mercy Hospital here in Melbourne.

They took between 12-14 vials of blood and ran all of the tests under the sun to figure out what my malfunction is. I was also prescribed progesterone pessaries (oh boy, too much information!).

A few days went by and I started to bleed and cramp, paired with all of the usual suspects associated with an impending loss. And as you could imagine my mind is racing at a million miles an hour thinking that this can’t be a good sign.

Sean and I were in the ER for most of Monday. My HCG levels had risen in 11 days and I was given the all clear by the doctor that there was nothing ‘wrong’ with my tests and all of my losses were due to ‘inconclusive reasons’. I was then told to go to level 3 for an internal ultrasound to see if they could see what’s going on.

At this stage I am (roughly) 5 weeks maybe 6, so it’s super early. The room goes dark and the technician looks at my kidneys, my liver and tells me my uterus is in superb condition to be able to carry a baby to term.

They see a tiny sac and yolk sac, but no fetal pole. The doctor and the technician can’t say either way whether it will work out or not, it could go either way. This was not very reassuring.

Sean and I then had to go back downstairs to wait in the ER for the doctor to fully explain the results.

“It doesn’t look good. You have quite a ‘big bleed’ in there and it’s likely you will lose this pregnancy. You’ve just had a horrible run of BAD LUCK.”

So it wasn’t a no and it wasn’t a resounding yes. Here we go again into the land of limbo.

Holy fuck. Bad luck? Really? My eyes were stinging with the news as I was trying to hold back a tsunami of tears.

Not again. Please God, not again.

I was being prepared for the worst and yet my mind still wants to question the accuracy of the diagnosis and hold hope.

There is a chance that this little life could pull through and grow. I have to wait until Tuesday to see what’s going on. There are thousands of ‘success stories’ out there from women who were wrongly diagnosed.

Am I scared? Am I sad? Yes. Am I brave, hopeful and trying my best to keep this in perspective and pray my arse off for a miracle to happen? Youbetcha.

This process has been such a wonderful training ground to bring it back to what’s most important in life…your mental, physical and spiritual health.

Mental health is a serious issue and if I’m 100% transparent here, my self-worth has taken a huge bashing over the last 8 months. I feel like I have been on a fierce training ground to cultivate compassion within myself, to see the love and commitment that my husband and I share, to cherish each day as a gift that I can stay pregnant and to take everything moment by moment and turn it into a milestone to celebrate.


My dearest mentor reminds me that being comfortable with the idea that it’s not going to work out this time, or maybe it will will be a powerful and important element to moving forward and accepting change. Everything changes, all the bloody time. It’s a constant force churning the cogs of humanity. Uncertainty is something we all have to face in our lives. It totally sucks, but the awareness that life is taking us on a wild ride helps immensely.

I can’t wrap a threatened miscarriage up in a pretty personal development bow and make it seem fun and educational because it’s one of the most anxiety-ridden experiences I have ever had. But what this effed-up, scary time is teaching me is that beautiful acts of compassion are everywhere. I’m learning and growing through the connection and amazing women and their wisdom that has emerged from the energetic ashes of my loss.

Being pregnant is a powerful teacher that we are always ‘expecting’ whether we’re knocked-up or not – that life expands, changes who we are, and gets us to newfound levels of beautiful awareness.

I promise to write an update as soon as I can. In the meantime, positive energy and prayers would be greatly appreciated.

The Power of Hitting Rock Bottom

Hitting rock bottom is a blessing. You’re at the end of your rope, at your wit’s end, up to your ears in despair and ready abandon ship. At this point in your life there is only one way to go and it’s usually up. It’s time to reframe your perspective and re-assess what you really want to create in your life.

The defining happy moments and highlights in our lives are cherished – when a child is born, wedding days, landing a book deal etc. But in hindsight (oh, what powerful teacher) there are the defining low points in our lives that we know shaped who we are today.

We look back and see how emotional pain illuminated a new path and created profound change.

Hitting rock bottom is just an illusion and an opportunity for expansion. I’ve hit it so many times myself in various ways, but the awareness that it can always be worse is an extremely important tool for your spiritual toolbox.  You can’t always remember when you’re in the thick, all-foreboding raptures of rock-bottomness but it’s important to note that any time you feel overwhelmed by life not going your way that it’s all part of a beautiful story that is being woven by your soul.

So if you’re crying uncontrollably, feeling hopeless, uninspired, overwhelmed, angry or even depressed, please have some self-compassion and ask for support. Surround yourself in gentle reminders that tough times pass and that everything will always look a little better tomorrow. Try things like shifting your energy by doing new things or getting clear about what you want to manifest in your life.

One of my most favourite quotes by Florence Scovel Shinn is this:

“Every great work, every big accomplishment, has been brought into manifestation through holding to the vision, and often just before the big achievement, comes apparent failure and discouragement.”

Rock bottom is apparent failure at her best. Ride it with gratitude and watch how strong you become.

Anyone can develop super-powers if they pay close attention to their language patterns. The words we choose to say to others and to ourselves have the power to heal, to nurture and to nourish. Keep these 10 special power phrases and words close to your heart and speak them as often as possible and you will see miraculous shifts in your life.


It always makes me laugh when I see movies where the boyfriend or girlfriend say ‘I love you’ for the first time like it’s a huge deal, or they have given away a chunk of their soul. I love you it such a beautiful way of expressing love that it doesn’t just have to be reserved for romance. I tell my kids at least 3 times a day that I love them. And my husband and I say it all the time. It’s a way of connecting…like sending out a signal to fuel the relationship with good feeling energy. In fact, we dive a lot into this concept in 21 Days to Attract Your Soulmate Course.

Tell your parents you love them too. For anyone that you genuinely LOVE, it’s a good idea to let them know. Or alternatively, SHOW them you love them in your own love language. Make sure you release any emotional blockages around saying it.

And release the pain if your parents didn’t say it to you. Create your own rituals, patterns and associations. I LOVE YOU.


Gratitude is a beautiful thing to practice whenever you get an opportunity and there are so many in the course of a day. When you’re in the supermarket remember to make eye contact with your check-out person and say thank you.  Say thank you to yourself. Say thank you to your pets, your doctor, your mail person, your pool cleaner guy, your dead great-grandmother, your enemies, your ex-bloody husband.

Say thank you in the safe space of your inner dialogue and let it flow to the outside world.

3. NO

Nope. I don’t think so. It’s not gonna happen.

Be nice about declining offers and feel perfectly worthy enough to say no to stuff you don’t want to do. NO can be really empowering to use effectively. Learning how to say no is a gift, as long as it’s done with conscious awareness.


A few days ago I went to Boost Juice and they were letting the long line of customers that had just ordered their juice know that their juicer had over-heated. You should have seen how grumpy people were getting! I stood and waited for them to call my order. While I was waiting I could feel the energy of the people that were getting pissed off that they might not get their juice. I decided to appreciate the awesome staff instead.

‘You guys are doing an awesome job and I know it’s a bit tricky right now.’

Then my name was called.

‘Sarah, a medium Veggie Garden juice with wheat grass!’

I was the last person to get my juice before they had to close the register. Heh, heh, heh.The trick was to hold the space of appreciation, express sincere appreciation and then let the energy sort itself out. As for the grumpy peeps? No juice for them.

5. YES

Just like in the movie ‘YES MAN’ with Jim Carrey you need to learn how to accept opportunities and put yourself out there. YES is a powerful affirmation to the Universe that you are ready for serious manifesting action. With the caveat that the invitation you are accepting is totally safe and empowering … then GO FOR IT! Yes, is freeing. It will get you out of your comfort zone and allow for new things to be drawn into your reality. Yes, yes, yes.


This is a great statement that is very helpful as an inner dialogue conversation. By saying that something is a possibility, you open yourself up to possibilities. It’s a statement of being open to expansion. If anything is possible then you truly need to be objective enough to see that it is. This concept has been introduced to me by my beautiful husband. He’s great at making this statement, so it’s not dismissive, it’s open.  It’s an awesome buffer statement to the secret ingredient of marriage which is compromise.


Forgiveness is powerful stuff, especially if you think someone has treated you unfairly.Let it go. The real thing you should be saying to yourself  is I FORGIVE YOU. Feel it in your cells and release the hold that any guilt has on you. Shame, guilt, pent-up feelings of unworthiness are great opportunities to practice 


These are my personal top 3 favourite words clumped together. In fact, they were the last 3 words of my wedding vows to Sean. ‘I SEE YOU’ is spiritual recognition that you are more than just a meat suit, you are connected to a Divine intelligence that animates your soul. When you say ‘I see you’ to your soul friends, it cuts the crap on every superficial level and allows you to operate from a sublime space of truth.


The word LOVE is possibly the best verb in the Universe. It has transformative powers to shift things on a molecular level. Atomic structures reformat themselves in response to the word and the feeling of love. Remember the beautiful man that did the experiments on water and emotion with crystals? His name is Dr. Masaro Emoto. Check out his work, it is truly miraculous.

When you consciously choose to use the word ‘LOVE’ more in your language patterns you create a shift in your level of awareness. You want to be using the word ‘LOVE’ a lot more than you use that nasty word ‘hate’. The word LOVE is a magnet and will draw awesome stuff and experiences in your direction.


When you drop the word miraculous into a sentence, or you look for opportunities to use that word more often then it will show up. Miracles are awesome, so to express the miraculous nature of something in a conversation with someone is to bring a huge energy of excitement to the present moment.

Hope you enjoyed this little batch of inspiration.

I’d like to dedicate this post to my husband, who is my greatest support, my best friend and a constant source of inspiration. Also to anyone that has experienced the loss of a pregnancy, at any stage. My heart goes out to you with big soul hugs.

Let me set the scene for you…

We were on our honeymoon, in a tropical paradise location in the Carribean for an event called Zentrepreneur and Awesomenessfest. We were amongst the most highly inspired entrepreneurs on the planet thanks to MindValley.

I was just over 8 weeks pregnant. We were thrilled to see a healthy and strong tiny heartbeat and were only just starting to tell a few people the happy news. I had been experiencing morning sickness and all of the beautiful fun that accompanies starting to grow a new, awesome human. However, intuitively I felt that something wasn’t right.

On our 5th night in Punta Cana I started bleeding and knew I needed to get to a hospital. However, hospital care wasn’t an option. We were 5 hours away on a plane back to New York and at least 2 days away from returning home to Australia. As much as I wanted to stay at the event, I knew that we needed to leave. There was a gentle whisper of knowingness that flying back home was the path of least resistance.

Set amongst the distress of the situation unfolded the most sublime level of emotional, spiritual and physical support that I have ever encountered.

This is my third miscarriage. I had one when I was 20, at 16 weeks – which was devastating because it was my first. My second miscarriage happened at 5 weeks, oddly enough the week before I got married in September this year. I then fell pregnant immediately after and we were so happy. We were plotting out names, thinking about how to decorate the baby’s room and wondering what he or she would look like – whether or not it would look like my other children.

I think the pain with this kind of loss is the broken dreams. The physicality of the situation is so harsh and brutal and at the same time is a natural balance and cleansing taking place.

So back to the story…

We booked our tickets back to Australia. There were two options. One was a long stop-over in Iran (no thanks) and the other was to spend a night in New York and then fly to LA and then to Brisbane and then to Melbourne. The cramping was pretty bad, but the emotional distress was worse. All I wanted was to get to an ultrasound machine and hear my baby’s heartbeat again to know that everything was going to be okay.

In the time before we left I received a healing from Dr. Fabrizio Mancini who was a guest speaker at the event. Sean connected with him and brought him back to our room. He introduced himself to me, and clearly sensed that I was distressed. In all honesty, I have never experienced this kind of healing before. On all levels (emotionally, mentally and spiritually) I was invited to become aware of the need for self-healing and forgiveness. I received some chiropractic care and also formed a connection with Dr. Fab as a new friend for life. Please check out his work, and get to know more about this man. His work is phenomenal and I felt so blessed to have crossed paths with him when I needed support. He was able to help take the fear away. He also helped me to see that no matter what happens, everything would be okay.

Secondly, I can’t express my gratitude enough to our friend Vishen Lakhiani (founder of MindValley) for giving me some beautiful heart-felt advice during the period of distress. Everyone urged me to stay, but I knew that I needed to get on a plane and follow my intuition.

Also, we connected with and had an emotional healing session with Anil Gupta. His advice and support will always be cherished.

Dawn Nicole Hoang and Dallyce Brisbin were my appointed soul sisters that I cherish with all of my heart.

Honestly, this baby’s departure orchestrated the most amazing alignment of energy and forming of friendships that I am so grateful for.

So we left beautiful Punta Cana, flew to New York and spent the day taking it easy. I cannot explain how amazing my husband is. He kept asking me in which ways I needed his support. Not once did I feel like he wasn’t there for me. We were there, experiencing the ‘not knowing what the fuck is going on’ together as a unified force. I think we love one another more because of going through this experience.

The flight was long but we slept most of the way. When we arrived in Brisbane it was 4 hours until our plane left for Melbourne, so we decided to collect our luggage and book ourselves into a luxury hotel in Noosa. My children were there anyway, staying with their grandmother. By being spontaneous, it meant that I didn’t have to fly back up again to collect them.

Either way, if it was good news we could relax, or if it was bad news, we could relax.

We hired a car and drove for 2 hours to the Sunshine Coast hospital. We sat in the waiting room for about 5 hours until I was seen for my ultra sound.

Time stands still when you’re waiting to see the result.

The darkened room felt cold, like a tunnel into any given reality. I had Sean at my feet, holding tight.

“I’m not seeing a heartbeat.” Said the ultrasound lady. 

All I could see was Sean’s head dropping and he started to cry quietly.

‘It’s okay. These things happen.’ I said, trying to stop myself from tearing up. 

We were then seen by a doctor who advised that I should have a D&C the next day at Nambour Hospital. I don’t remember much other than trying to hold it together, otherwise I felt like I would explode with grief all over the hospital and scare all of the other patients. Sometimes I wish I could be more selfish.

As soon as we got into the car I howled. It was a raw release of agony to express the shock of the loss. I loved that little being so much and now I had a tiny lifeless body in my uterus.

We then drove to Noosa and checked into the resort. I walked to the ocean and said goodbye to my baby. It was already night time and the darkened waves were comforting.

I know it’s just the body and my soul-baby is going to arrive in perfect, Divine timing.  For me, I know that the Universe has a plan. I know that perhaps there was something wrong with the fetus. I know that at least one in three pregnancies end in miscarriage. And yes, I know that Sean and I going to make the best parents when our baby finally makes an appearance.

On the morning of the 12th of November I was admitted to Nambour Hospital. Ironically, they perform all D&C operations in the birthing suite, so you have to hear the beautiful sounds of new-born babies crying and testing our their gorgeous lung capacity. In a way it was soothing to hear these little people saying ‘hello world, I’m here’.

During the day I was fine, I had my man with me and my beautiful mother. The kids didn’t know that I was only 4 minutes away by car. But my mother’s support for Sean and I will always be remembered. She was amazing.

To put things in perspective, there are always worse things that can happen to a person. I know I’ve already had 2 beautiful, healthy children and that a miscarriage might not seem like much of a painful experience, but I have to allow myself to fully feel whatever comes up emotionally and not make it wrong.

Yep, I blamed myself for a few days. I thought that perhaps I killed my baby by not eating enough or not sleeping enough or whatever. The reality is that it was probably nothing that I did that ended the pregnancy, it was just nature taking her beautiful course.

Beyonce, went through something similar and explained it like this…


Ed Sheeran also has this beautiful song which is about miscarriage later in a pregnancy.


If you or anyone else you know has suffered from a miscarriage and need support you can check out: http://www.sands.org.au/ 

Also, my friend Dallyce told me that there is a huge difference between saying ‘I AM DEVASTATED’ versus saying ‘THIS IS DEVASTATING’. The key is to not let the event define you.

I have cried a lot, Sean and I have become closer and for now we’re taking one day at a time. This event has been such an awesome opportunity to heal, grow and love on a new level. And even though his or her heartbeat was within me for such a short time, I am so grateful for what that tiny being was able to teach me.

My Wedding: The Happiest Day of My Life

The 21st of September, 2013 was a day that will stay in my heart for the rest of my life. I finally got to marry my best friend, Mr. Sean Patrick Simpson and we had the best time ever surrounded by friends and family present to celebrate our union. We got married at a place called The Rumor Boutique Hotel in Las Vegas. The decor was pink, I got ready in a pink room called ‘The Diva Suite’, the food was Vegan, the weather was perfect and the energy was outstandingly fun and vibrant. What’s also interesting to note is that when I created my vision board a few months ago I wanted a specific floral bouquet for the wedding which I couldn’t have because peonies aren’t in season in America right now. However, a happy accident occurred because the flowers that turned up on my wedding day were exactly the same as on my vision board and were not what I ordered. Love it when things like this manifest. 

The night before the wedding was full of amazing surprises too. We had the rehearsal dinner, followed by a ‘meet and greet’ with the other guests, a beautiful performance by our dear friend and very talented John Stringer and then we went out to the strip in Vegas in a stretch Hummer! (Special thanks to my wonderful bridesmaid Bron). However while taking a walk, my Dad had a bad fall and couldn’t walk properly. We didn’t know if he’d be okay to walk me down the aisle since he’s been having some health issues recently. I just remember Sean and I holding my Dad’s feet giving him an energetic healing. My Mum was there too and I have never been more in love with my parents than during our stay in Vegas. The love and support they showed me was phenomenal and I have never so proud to be a Prout. Long story short, Dad had a good night sleep and was okay the next day to give me away. We were so relieved! However…

I received my dress back from the dry-cleaning concierge and the zipper was entirely broken! My Dad and my beautiful Lady of Honor (Dallyce) spent over an hour sewing me into my dress! Everything was perfect! Even, (and especially) the seeming imperfections were fabulous additions to the overall experience.

Here are some of the first photos that have been released from our amazing photographer (Steven Joseph Photography) – there will be more to come! And our official wedding video will be available in the near future too. We had the pleasure of working with videographer Lightfield Lewis who got an up-close snap shot of our blissful and eccentric time during and leading up to the wedding. I’m pretty sure the footage he captured is going to be awesome. I can’t wait to share it. 

This morning I was walking back from dropping my beautiful kidlets off at school for the day. The sun is shining, the air is warm and the sky is blue. I was thinking about how grateful I am for everything and that my overwhelmed brain right now (due to the launch of Verbii.com) is something to really feel deep appreciation for. We launched a beautiful book publishing service and I couldn’t be happier. I think I’ve got a little post-launch exhaustion.

Anyway, I looked down and noticed this perfectly white feather (pictured above) on the ground and felt compelled to pick it up. Now, being the germophobic lass that I am, I usually discourage my children from picking up grubby stuff from the ground because you never know where it’s been. However, this feather felt different so I bent down and picked it up.

I instantly felt protected. It was weird. I felt like I was holding something really precious.

Someone once told me that finding  a white feather is a sign that you are being looked after by a guardian angel.

So I Googled to confirm…

Feathers are a common form of communication from your angels. If you have prayed to the angels for guidance or for a sign that everything’s going to be okay, be sure to notice feathers, especially white ones. They can appear as tangible objects on the ground or floating from the air. Moreover, you may notice a random image of a feather, such as on television or on the side of a moving truck. The angels use various means to get your attention and let you know they’re here to help. (read more)

This sounded lovely. And at the risk of sounding a little woo-woo or doolally tap, I think I have actually seen angels before on various dream realms etc, but that’s a story for another day.

Have you been given signs from angelic realms? Or have you experienced finding a white feather? I’d love to know. xx