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This next story is going to sound a little familiar—another overtaking scenario rears its ugly head. I think we can see how some of our most dangerous situations come about whilst driving…

Belinda explains:

Several years ago, just out of curiosity really, I visited a fair which had various stalls about alternative healing, crystals, aromatherapy, feng shui, etc. I was drawn to the pure beauty of the crystals and started my own collection, which has grown considerably over the years. I also became interested in books about angels and faeries and I regularly ask angels for help in finding parking spaces. I have lost count of the number of times my children, and even my husband, have mocked me and say, ‘Oh, it’s just coincidence,’ but now even they say to me, ‘Why don’t you ask the fairies, Mum?’ I think they mean the angels!

Last year we were planning a special Sunday family day out. As I was going to get into the car I noticed a pure white feather nestling in the windscreen. I immediately thought of my angel friend and said, ‘Oh, so you want to come along for the day too?’ I picked up the feather and put it on the inside of the car windscreen before we drove off.

The family started off on their journey, but it wasn’t long before the peace was shattered. Belinda takes up the story:

Going along a straight road which is about a mile and a half long I was shocked to see that an articulated lorry was overtaking a small car and was heading straight for us.

My children screamed and my husband shouted something, but I never panicked for one moment, and I don’t know how, but the lorry managed to pass us completely. We never had a scratch on the car. The whole thing seemed to happen as if someone else was holding the steering wheel—as if someone else was driving, even.

Someone else took the wheel? Invisible hands maybe, but was it angels? Belinda says:

I know that angels were sitting in the car with us that day. I say to my husband, ‘You know that white feather? It was an angel on our side,’ and his reply is always, ‘I’m not going to argue with you on that one!’

Belinda still finds lots of white feathers:

I used to collect them. Sometimes I still do, but whenever I am walking my dog and I see them, I always smile and say, ‘Hello.’ I think it’s the angels’ way of letting me know they’re around.