Archie, Nat, and the White Feather


Natalie Thomas, a medium who lives in Australia, sent us this story. The “beautiful little man” she refers to is Archie, the dog whose photo is at the top of the post. Mark is Nat’s husband.


This weekend would have marked 4 weeks since our beautiful little man got sick. Last weekend (he was still with us but very poorly) was Mark’s Birthday. We all needed a break, so on the Saturday, we took the kids to the beach for some fresh air. While walking along by myself, I heard clairaudiently that I would find three gifts from the beach. The first one would be a special shell for my collection.

We walked and picked up odd shells here and there, though none were special. As we were heading home, a couple was smooching on the stairs we came down, so I suggested another exit. There, right up near the stairs, was a special and perfect shell for my collection. Nowhere near the waterline, someone must have dropped it on their way home.

As we walked along the promenade towards our car, I saw something silvery in the grass. The late afternoon sun was illuminating it. I bent down and retrieved my next treasure. It was a silver “happy birthday” decoration, that must have fallen from someone’s gift. I handed it to Mark and said, “Happy Birthday from those who love you on the Other Side.”

The third gift was a white, fluffy feather right next to my car door. I thanked the Universe and especially my Nan, as she leaves me feathers whenever I am distressed or anxious. I put the feather in the left pocket of my navy blue jacket.

The next day was Sunday and we had a dinner date. On the way out the door, I grabbed my  new black jacket and there in the right hand pocket was the feather! It had moved from the left pocket of my blue jacket, to the right hand pocket of my black jacket by itself.

Day D was Monday, when we were going to take Archie to the vet to have him put down. We had a morning appointment at the vet. I got into the car and as I clicked my seatbelt, the feather appeared on my left thigh! It had followed me! I was feeling very low, so I knew it was my Nan trying to comfort me for what was about to happen.


The first white feather experiences we read about were on Mike Perry’s blog. Since then, we’ve read many others, But Nat’s story is a first in terms of the feather moving so deliberately!


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6 Responses to Archie, Nat, and the White Feather

  1. Natalie says:

    Thank you Connie. Forrest Gump is a movie that I quote almost daily. I’ll take that as a message too.

    In regard to things moving…. this happens to me all the time. At the moment, three items have disappeared from literally underneath our noses. We are waiting for Nan to drop them back when she is done getting our attention. A medium recently picked me out in a crowd , and told me that Nan finds it hilarious to play hide and seek. I must say it drives us NUTS.

  2. Mike Perry says:

    Thanks for the white feather mention. Never heard of one moving as mentioned in the post.

  3. Vicki DeLaurentis-momwithwings says:

    Nat, I think your Nan was letting you know that soon your little man would be winging his way to her loving arms. What a beautiful gift.

  4. C.J. says:

    Yes, such a beautiful story. And Nat, I am so sorry that your little Man Archie had to be put to rest. We do love them so much! Seeing the white feather reminds me yet again, as do many things these days, of Forrest Gump, whose story began and ended with the White Feather. A wonderful symbol of great and abiding Love.

  5. Chad says:

    A truly beautiful story.