I have a Friend who is not human, who is not “physical” as we know physicality. This Person has been my Friend from my earliest memory of this lifetime. I have an image in my mind of what my Friend looks like. I have never actually seen my Friend with my physical sight, and I suspect that this image is, in reality, a “glamour” given to me to help me relate to my Friend. This image may have very little to do with my Friend’s true nature. The name I have been given for my Friend is, I suspect, not their true name but one that they have given to me to assist me in having relationship with them.
I have only this name as language between us. My Friend does not speak to me with anything that I perceive as language, although being who I am; I use language to communicate with them. Many people might think that my Friend is simply a part of my own self, and they are welcome to believe that if they wish. It matters not to me nor I suspect, to my Friend what someone else believes about us. I know that my Friend is other than myself, because I know when I am in their presence and when I am not.
My Friend does not live in a house. They do not have a job or a car or any concern whatsoever for the many things that we as humans spend our time and energy and focus being concerned with. My Friend came to me as a child alone in the woods, and only when I was alone, and only in the woods. For many years I was separated from my Friend. I had even thought that they had been a figment of my childhood imagination. But when my Friend returned to me, I knew that was not the case.
I do not know if my Friend experiences emotions as I do. I do not know if my Friend experiences pleasure as I do. I have no idea if my Friend has any experience of gender. I do not know if my Friend has any experience of time either. The total sum of what I do not know about my Friend is immense. What I do know is how it feels to be in the presence of my Friend. I know that my Friend exists and can do what I cannot in crossing that veil I cannot see to allow me to share their presence. I know that gift is profoundly valuable.
I know my Friend has listened to me and blessed me with their healing and their company. I know that I have wept for no apparent reason being in their presence. Their presence moves me. I go to the woods now, alone, to be with my Friend and sometimes I talk but, mostly I sing. Sometimes “Others” are there and I sing for Them as well. I take offerings but, I believe that the oats and apples that I leave are tokens. I am a physical person and so I bring physical offerings to give to the others who live in those woods but, my Friend and the “Others” like my Friend are not and so I give to Them songs. I give Them my voice and my breath and my tears and my energy. I give Them my Love. I give Them my vows and I keep my word.
My Friend is important to me, as any of my beloveds are. This relationship is beneficial to me. I do not really know what benefit, if any, my Friend gains from the relationship but, I am grateful for it and I will continue to honor it.