On this particular trip, we had a very dear and spiritual friend with us; we were driving near the end of the old runway when we all felt we needed to stop the car.
We could both hear children calling, and when we parked and got out of the car, we could still hear them. Tuning into the spirit sounds and energy, we then felt small hands holding onto ours and the feeling of being pulled towards a field covered with rough stubble.
We walked across the stubble, and we could feel and hear children’s voices and sense them all around us. At the far side of the field was a hedge about waist high, it parted for my friend and then closed to stop me going through to the other side. She asked why and heard a voice saying they had come for their children lost during WWW11. They were American GI’s, and the children were their children that because of the war were not born.
Felt hands wanted me to lift the first child up, and I then passed the child over the hedge, and this went on for quite some time. When I felt there were no more children, the hedge parted, and my friend stepped through, as we turned around there behind me on the ground were hundreds of small pure white feathers it was beautiful to see. I had no idea where they had come from until I heard “Thank you”.
We walked back over the stubble and then realised we both had open-toed sandals on but had no marks or scratches from the stubble on our feet or legs at all. When we got back to the car, we said thank you and felt very calm and happy that we had reunited the young children with their American families.
My husband was watching from the car, and he said he could see tiny sparkles of energy around our outstretched hands.