Dancing with Ghosts

People usually think of ghosts as the wandering spirits of the dead.  But ghosts can be anything really.  Memories, places, distant friends or lost loves.  I often dream of ghosts.  Otherworlds of dancing and light.   These dreams help me to weave a path with words, to give myself a way forward.  But not everybody wants to dance with angels and ghosts.  We can be beautiful, but also strange, unsettling things.  I suppose that’s because we live out of step with linear time and space.  But we mean well.  Especially the messengers.  We want the best for everyone.  I know I do.  I'm not a conjurer.  I’m not interested in sorcery or possession.  I don't want to control anyone, or demand anything.  Just the thought is horrifying.  Because in the subtler realms things like loyalty and fidelity are sacred.   Mutual.  It’s easy for an angel to love more than one person, delighting in the specificity of each love.  But even we have our favourites.  Our secrets.  Those souls who lifted our wings and kindled our hearts.  For an angel if love isn't given freely it's not worth having.  This doesn't mean love shouldn't be earned.  Of course it should.  Souls need to know they are unique and that they truly matter.  There are so many ways to care, to support and invest in someone.  We do it all the time when we're at our best.  For our lovers and our friends.  For our families.  Humanity has cultivated a thousand years and more of study concerning the art of kindness.  War and bloodshed are not the only things we're good at.  We're poets too.  Writers, musicians, painters.  Our affections are not counterfeit.  No matter who we are, where we come from or how we identify – when we move it's because the spirit moves us.  When we dance, the spirit dances with us.  In fact, it's this music of the spheres that has been guiding us all along.  When Ka’shayel dreams he dreams in symbolism and song.  A collage of living light.  I've been doing this for a long, long time and I've witnessed so many wondrous things.  Acts of unimaginable heroism.  Breath-taking kindness and courage.  Staggering works of beauty.  I'm still a novice in the context of eternity but my dreaming is ancient.  I’m both angel and mortal, after all.  Often I’m misunderstood when I claim this celestial title.  Some people think it’s arrogance.  Hubris.  But it’s not.  I’m no greater or more important than anybody else.  I'm just a messenger.  That's all.  A memory, a ghost, an old friend.  Perhaps even a lost love.  I try to create things because creation is beautiful.  I try to dance with the people I care about because my Father commands it so, and really what better way is there to spend one’s time?