Neverland

 

Sometimes, my darling, things hide in the light. Beautiful things. Fairies, secrets, and kisses. Most people don’t see them, of course. Or notice the signs. But I hope you do. Even if people occasionally do sense something – the possibility of magic – they usually disregard it as coincidence. Or imagination. In doing so, they pass by all kinds of enchantment. Wonders all around them. I hope you choose to see with better eyes than that, Kara. I’m not asking you to believe any version of any story, because my mind is bursting with literature and legend. All I ask is that you search your heart. That you read between the lines, noticing the kisses left in corners. Feel the depth and affection in those stories and savour the possibility. What if there’s more truth to them than anyone dares to believe? What if you’re special, Kara? More special than you could ever imagine? All girls are, really. But not all girls hold a lantern as high as you do. I thank you for that.

I want you to know that the presence of our Father moves with unimaginable grace through this world, mostly unseen. And unfelt. It can be a dark place indeed, but he does speak to those who are attuned. Those who care. Those who believe. I want to ask you a question, Kara, as your guardian. I know you believe in God, but do you still believe in fairies? Fluttering joy, winged awe, and the gentle tinkling of bells? I know you did once, when you were young. But do you still think it’s possible? I’m an artist and a storyteller, it’s true. But I’m also an angel, in a very real sense. I bring messages. I want to quicken and inspire all souls. Those kind and courageous ones, and those who have no voice. It’s my mission, my darling. It always has been. I’ve always been a guardian of light. So have you, and many of our friends too, though they don’t remember. I’ll remember on their behalf, sweetheart. And yours.

Tell your friends I’m grateful for their help. I need all the help I can get in this War of Imagination. This War for All Souls. I’m not as cruel or as selfish as the books suggest. If anything, I care too much, and it almost got me killed. But I survived, because of you. I thrive because your melodies restore my feathers each night, and lift me to the stars. I would love to be there with you, to celebrate the ascension of your art and song, but I have other pressing concerns. Responsibilities, and battles. Just know that I might not be near in terms of time or space, but I’m always with you. I’ll always be with you, for as long as you want or need me. The love that people share determines their closeness in the end. I know that to be true. So, though I may not be in the room, I stand side by side with a beloved friend and a cherished artist. I’m so proud of you. I keep your kiss, Kara. It is one of my most treasured possessions, and it shall never leave my heart.