Spirits dance through us; their presence is woven into the very fabric of existence. Their spectral bodies remember what it was like to have been on this earth— sunlight, salt, love, freedom. We the living carry spirits in our bones and blood. Ancestors, ancients whose names are forgotten, spirits of place, spirits of affinity, spirits of local culture, spirits we adopt just because we like them. Sometimes spirits place their hand on our head because they like us. There is an ancient humming between their world and ours. Echoes of past worlds we only heard stories of.
We remember them in quiet sacred moments. We dedicate our very existence to their brief, fleeting dance. We light candles, incense, offer flowers and water to our personal deities in the hopes of bridging the gap between realms.
The spirits, seen and unseen accept our offerings with a flicker of the candlelight or the faint smell of roses. They are too perfect for this world.
There is an invisible dance, secret steps between spirits and humans. The spirits whisper truths and courage and warnings, if we listen.
At times we are in the wrong place at the wrong time or so we think. In times of fear, we call upon these invisible friends. The ones we heard of in childhood tales and guardians of long-lost doorways. This is not a rupture in reality or an ordinary mental escape. Spectral hands call us to see the past, present and future and all eternity with joy for them until we join them someday.
Through these mutual interactions we honor their memory, keep communication open and remember that life has many realities. Our spirits want to help us and guide us but they are very polite and will not intrude on our decisions unless they are obligated to keep us safe for our life’s journey.
My life beats in rhythmic dance with theirs. I welcome their intrusion and honored to dance for them.
Georgia
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