I believe that is true. How do we separate a lifetime of love and devotion with death if we live in a spiritual world. There is no way. I have two amazing stories and they are true, as god is my witness, and I love my Lord. I will tell one, the other is too amazing. My brother who was thirteen years older than me died very suddenly about fourteen years ago he was a unique, complicated man but one knew they were special when he was around. So when I was little maybe four or so, he would babysit for me if our parents were out. His girlfriend was our next door neighbor, my brother in our small town was THE Elvis Presley. LOL. So when he babysat for me he would put me on the couch with coloring books crayons and put feathers on the floor in front of the couch. He told me they would chase me if I got off the couch, then he would take his girlfriend upstairs to make out. I got chicken pox and was terrified, which no one could understand. It was a family thing that we would talk about in later years, he was so sorry and don’t think he ever forgave himself. So after he died years and years later, it was devastating. About four five months after he died, I had a bad time, I missed this man and was grief stricken. One particularly bad morning I missed him beyond measure. I went out on my covered porch, sobbing and sat in the chair I always did every morning, but before I sat down there was a small feather on the seat of my chair. I gave it no thought when I saw the feather, picked it up and threw it over the deck. The next morning as usual, I went out on the deck with my coffee and there it was another tiny feather laying on the same chair. I picked it up and discarded it. Believe it or not, the next morning there was that feather………I GOT IT. That was my brother, letting me know he was with me, stop thevgrieving, stop being so sad, we are ok. This is the truth so help me.
Are you saying that you contracted Chicken Pox as a result of the feathers on the floor? Or are you saying that you had previously had Chicken Pox, and had therefore developed a phobia towards feathers?
The timeline of your story is a little confusing.
Regards,