There are moments when the veil between worlds feels impossibly thin. A single white feather resting where no window was open. A soft breeze moving across your skin in a closed room. The lamp that flickers just as you ask for guidance, or the radio that plays the exact song you needed to hear. These are the gentle, wordless ways many believe angels whisper, “I’m here. Keep going.”
You might notice a sudden wave of peace during chaos, a warmth wrapping around you when you feel most alone, or the sweet scent of flowers with no source in sight. Perhaps a departed loved one visits in a dream, surrounded by light, or the same numbers and phrases keep repeating until you finally pay attention. When your home feels unusually safe, soft, or sacred, pause. Breathe. You may be standing in the quiet company of angels.
