Discussion in 'Esoterica' started by Mighty_Emperor, Jun 9, 2004.
Bumping an ancient single post thread to house this interesting article,
Thanks for the article. Very interesting!
I first found out about feather pillow omens in the book Tales Of Terror, a collection of spooky stories from the Ozarks, One of the tales was called "The Feather Reader".
Made me very nervous about my pillow as a child!
That book looks brilliant, I'll have to track it down. It reminded me of the old Foxfire books, http://www.amazon.com/Foxfire-Stori..._UL160_SR104,160_&refRID=09KYW03B91P8G7BZWFQ9
It suddenly struck me on reading a post elsewhere, that I have a borderline Fortean anecdote that has somehow gone untold.
About five years ago I was on a trans-continental flight, around seven hours of total ten and half in the air, and I was jet-lagged, mildly hungover and beset by doubts concerning the path of life down which I was sleepwalking. Flying seems to badly affect both my circulation and digestion, so as usual I'd spent almost the whole time plodding laps around the cabin, sipping water, and I'd ended up perched at the back, gazing out of the window while most other passengers slumbered.
Anyway, my thoughts were wandering and I had reached a moment of real existential dread: what the hell does it all matter? Like the rest of humanity I'm merely an accident of evolution crawling around inconsequentially at the unfashionable end of the cosmos. And then the inevitable counterpoint--blind hope: perhaps I'm not... if only this cosmos that seems so bleak would give me a wink or a nudge while nobody else is looking...
And then, dead ahead, far in the distance at the perfect moment to punctuate the inwardly uttered thought, a flash of lighting appeared beneath the clouds we were cruising above. It was bright enough to neatly illuminate a little patch in the navy skyscape that stretched outward towards distant vanishing points--like somebody had turned on a nightlight for fleeting moment and I'd opened my eyes, acknowledged it and then I'd returned to sleep. No storm, no turbulence, no other witness with whom to compare observations, but it happened as sure as I am typing now.
I was stunned at the time but also superstitious about requesting an encore--why gamble when you've just won on a free spin? As the days passed the vividness of the impression faded and the obvious explanation of it having been a mere coincidence gained the higher ground. But neither logic nor the law of probability has quite crushed the notion that it may, just possibly, have meant something.
This Appalachian region folklore blog:
... characterizes the feather crowns as omens of an impending death only for bedridden ill folks.
The purported significance 'flipped' if the crown was found in the pillow of someone recently deceased:
Usually the Big Man likes to operate in stealth mode-
"Men cannot see the bright light in the clouds" (Job 37:21)
"The Lord dwells in the unapproachable light which men can't see" (1 Tim 6:15)
But for you it seems he made an exception..-
"Come near to God and he will come near to you" (James 4:8)
's'all about interpretation, innit. Some years ago I (slightly spectacularly) rescued a distressed lamb and was left with a bleeding cut on the palm of each hand, which disappeared as I looked.
All very Good Shepherd-like, with added stigmata, but it meant nothing. The lamb and its mum were happy though.
It probably meant nothing.
There's more to it, the full incident looked a bit miraculous. But it's still just a sheep!
But YOU might be the Messiah!
Or just a very naughty snail.
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