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 became a physical thing. Thoughts are real and they have power and a 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 give 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; Rudolph 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. And yes, I’ve seen them and heard them myself more than once!
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