I have recently read a book on ‘near death experiences’ (NDEs). An extremely interesting book, with lots of food for thought. In amongst the stories of people who had experienced NDEs there were some references to other phenomena, including ‘after death communication’ (ADC) and other inexplicable happenings. Amongst these stories are a couple of mentions of birds and their appearance to people at times of grief or distress.
In Viktor Frankl’s book, Man’s Search for Meaning, he talks of feeling the presence of his wife (who was killed), he also speaks of one time when a bird flew down and perched in front of him and ‘looked steadily’ at him. For Viktor Frankl that was a sure indication that the little bird was a messenger helping him
cope.
At the risk of being labelled ‘whacko’ or, at least a little delusional, I have to say that I have experienced two times, when in distress, small birds have flocked uncharacteristically to (almost) my side. At the same time as I have, at first, felt some confusion I have also had a feeling of comfort and understanding from someone somewhere that is inexplicable.
I have been wondering lately whether the children’s story I wrote some time ago, about some birds, was subconsciously inspired by my experiences.
I reiterate: I am not crazy - and have even searched the internet for stories of birds appearing as comfort in times of grief. And there are many.
My children’s story may be found in the Children’s Stories section of my webpage, under the heading of Beatrice Barnfeather.
In Viktor Frankl’s book, Man’s Search for Meaning, he talks of feeling the presence of his wife (who was killed), he also speaks of one time when a bird flew down and perched in front of him and ‘looked steadily’ at him. For Viktor Frankl that was a sure indication that the little bird was a messenger helping him
cope.
At the risk of being labelled ‘whacko’ or, at least a little delusional, I have to say that I have experienced two times, when in distress, small birds have flocked uncharacteristically to (almost) my side. At the same time as I have, at first, felt some confusion I have also had a feeling of comfort and understanding from someone somewhere that is inexplicable.
I have been wondering lately whether the children’s story I wrote some time ago, about some birds, was subconsciously inspired by my experiences.
I reiterate: I am not crazy - and have even searched the internet for stories of birds appearing as comfort in times of grief. And there are many.
My children’s story may be found in the Children’s Stories section of my webpage, under the heading of Beatrice Barnfeather.
