Read Me First. Seriously. Read Me.

Read Me First. Seriously. Read Me.
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Monday, December 22, 2014

Why I Still Believe in Santa Claus: Part 2

Why I Still Believe in Santa Claus: Part 2

I am a student of spirit, and I know beyond any doubt that thoughts are things. Thoughts, once they are thought by a thinker, have an existence all their own, on a plane where non-physical things live. We humans are the thinkers, and therefore, we are creators. Everything you have in your home began as a thought. Lights and heat and telephones and televisions, computers and tablets and smart phones, indoor plumbing and sliced bread and microwave ovens. All of it began as a thought that eventually become a physical thing. Thoughts are real and they have power and an life force all their own. Santa Claus might have been a mere thought once. He evolved in our evolutionary memories from the shamans of lapland who dressed in fur lined coats, and jingle bells, and who traveled out of body on Solstice night, to gather gifts of wisdom and healing knowledge, which they brought back to gift to their people, all with the help of their totem animals, the sacred reindeer. Oh, yes, all of that happened. 

And then along came St. Nicholas, orphaned as
a child and imprisoned for his faith as an adult, who spent his life giving to and caring for the needy and the poor. It is from him our modern Santa got his white hair and long snowy beard, his generosity, and even his name, "Santa" the feminine (interestingly) version of "Saint" in Spanish and Portuguese, and Claus, as both Klaus and Klaas (German) are versions of the name Nicholas (Niklaus, Niklaas.) 

Santa Claus grew more powerful thanks to the writings of Clement Clark Moore and his poem, "A Visit from St. Nicholas" that we all know so well. "He had a broad face, and a round little belly, that shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly." 

Santa became even more real and fleshed out, so to speak, thanks to our shared mythology; Rudolf the Red-Nosed Reindeer, Miracle on 34th St., Santa Claus is Coming to Town, The Santa Claus, and even the Coca Cola ads! 

Mystics know that the more we believe in something, the more real it becomes. And I would venture a guess that the only being more believed in than Santa Claus is God. And so he cannot be less than real. I am not writing this for children. I am not writing this as a whimsical fiction. I am writing this as a mystic and lifelong student of spirit, and I am telling you, there is very little in our culture that is more real than Santa Claus. 

The Christmas Spirit is nothing more than Santa himself, looking at us through his magic snowball and beaming that joy and generosity we call "Christmas Spirit" into our hearts and souls. If we are open and receptive, we feel it, attune to it, and join in whole heartedly. (If we're not, then we feel crappy. Because our higher selves are completely receptive to that energy, and when we're not in tune with our higher selves, we feel miserable. So all those bah! humbug! types are truly in pain.)

There is no doubt in my mind that on Christmas Eve, there is indeed a man in red, soaring through the skies on a sleigh pulled by eight tiny reindeer (9 counting Rudy,) scattering his power of generosity, of giving, of joy over all of us. And I have no doubt that those who believe strongly, might be blessed with the ability to see him. I search the skies every Christmas Eve, just as I did as a child, watching for that gleaming red nose, and listening for the magical tinkling of sleigh bells.

Sunday, December 21, 2014

Why I Still Believe in Santa Claus: Part 1

I still believe. I always have. There was a time when I doubted. I think I was about 11. But it didn't last long. My belief was too strong to die, and it lingers still.  So here, for any doubters, are my reasons for believing he is real and true, as real and true as we are.

This will be a multi-part blog, one post a day, from now until and including Christmas Day.

Why I Still Believe in Santa Claus: Part One

There was one Christmas when I was little and couldn't sleep. I lay in my bed, desperately afraid Santa would come, see that I was still awake, and go away without leaving me any presents. I don't know where I got that idea. It was probably something Mom told me to get me to go to bed already. Little did she know that trying so hard to sleep made it almost impossible to sleep. So I lay there, tense and nervous, and squishing my eyes really tight. And suddenly, I heard the sounds of distant bells. I heard them. Jingle, jingle, jingle, growing louder and coming nearer! I was not dreaming. And then soon after, a tap tap on the roof. I just knew it had to be reindeer. I turned to face my bedroom wall, putting my back toward the doorway. I curled up tight, pulled my covers over my shoulders and thought, sleep, sleep, SLEEP!  

Then I heard footsteps. Big booted footsteps. They came to my bedroom door and stopped there, and I opened my eyes the merest crack, and saw the shadow on the wall. This unmistakable shadow, with a big round belly, and a bag over his shoulder. It was Santa! I closed my eyes so tight I thought I pulled an eyelid muscle! I was sure I was in trouble. But the next morning, I knew everything was okay. 

Santa's visit that Christmas Eve has stayed with me for my entire life. I am certain, as I was then, that it was not a dream. I was wide awake. Wide awake. I have never been able to explain it other than to believe in him. 

Tune in Tomorrow for Reasons I Believe, Part 2!