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 a

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 a

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 eye

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 eye

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 eye

It’s the Winter Solstice today, December 21st, the shortest day of the year, and therefore, tonight is the longest night. And like everything in our natural world, it’s a reflection of everything else. Every holiday celebrated at this time of year centers around light. Have you noticed that? We light our homes and Christmas trees, we light the candles on the menorah. Creating light during the darkest part of the year is a natural thing to do. We humans intuitively crave l

It’s the Winter Solstice today, December 21st, the shortest day of the year, and therefore, tonight is the longest night. And like everything in our natural world, it’s a reflection of everything else. Every holiday celebrated at this time of year centers around light. Have you noticed that? We light our homes and Christmas trees, we light the candles on the menorah. Creating light during the darkest part of the year is a natural thing to do. We humans intuitively crave l

It’s the Winter Solstice today, December 21st, the shortest day of the year, and therefore, tonight is the longest night. And like everything in our natural world, it’s a reflection of everything else. Every holiday celebrated at this time of year centers around light. Have you noticed that? We light our homes and Christmas trees, we light the candles on the menorah. Creating light during the darkest part of the year is a natural thing to do. We humans intuitively crave l

Let me preface this post with an admission. I believe in Santa Claus. Always have, always will. Thoughts are things. Thoughtforms become more dense the more people think them. They become more of what we call real. So what could be more real than Santa? Peel back a layer now. The Universe is a mirror. It can only reflect back to us what we show to it. All of what we see as reality is only energy arranged in different patterns, and we do the arranging according to our

Let me preface this post with an admission. I believe in Santa Claus. Always have, always will. Thoughts are things. Thoughtforms become more dense the more people think them. They become more of what we call real. So what could be more real than Santa? Peel back a layer now. The Universe is a mirror. It can only reflect back to us what we show to it. All of what we see as reality is only energy arranged in different patterns, and we do the arranging according to our

Let me preface this post with an admission. I believe in Santa Claus. Always have, always will. Thoughts are things. Thoughtforms become more dense the more people think them. They become more of what we call real. So what could be more real than Santa? Peel back a layer now. The Universe is a mirror. It can only reflect back to us what we show to it. All of what we see as reality is only energy arranged in different patterns, and we do the arranging according to our