Yesterday my blog was about ascension, enlightenment and spiritual evolution. We are on the threshold of endless possibilities for change. What so many are not realizing is the change is not some huge event, it’s a returning to what you and I and every other person was born knowing. Today, in the grocery store a small baby smiled at me. I stopped and said hello, and he smiled even more, then I smiled even more. Looking deep into those little eyes twinkling with their own light, I knew he knew the secret of all secrets. Children get it, animals get it, we who are aged, have forgotten. We call ourselves mature, but what we are is cynical. We’ve allowed the knowledge of the spirits to become buried under the weight of what we call responsibility but is really just the pursuit of the wrong goals. We’ve spent years preparing for the end, the end of what? Poverty, sickness, sadness, rudeness, selfishness; we have the power to change all that and more, we’ve always had the power. Are fairies, dragons, angels, and Santa Claus real? Of course they are; as real as the love we carry in our hearts but refuse to give away. We are blinded to the reality of all our childhood fantasies, blinded by fear; fear that once we give in to the innocence we once knew as children then we’ll be vulnerable again. But guess what, children are not vulnerable, we are. Those of us who have forgotten how to live with openness, passion and belief.
Yes, VIRGINIA, there is a Santa Claus. He exists as certainly as love and
generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your
life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! how dreary would be the world if there
were no Santa Claus. It would be as dreary as if there were no VIRGINIAS. There
would be no childlike faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this
existence. We should have no enjoyment, except in sense and sight. The eternal
light with which childhood fills the world would be extinguished.
Not believe in Santa Claus! You might as well not believe in fairies! You might get
your papa to hire men to watch in all the chimneys on Christmas Eve to catch
Santa Claus, but even if they did not see Santa Claus coming down, what would
that prove? Nobody sees Santa Claus, but that is no sign that there is no Santa
Claus. The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men
can see. Did you ever see fairies dancing on the lawn? Of course not, but that’s
no proof that they are not there. Nobody can conceive or imagine all the wonders
there are unseen and unseeable in the world.
You may tear apart the baby’s rattle and see
what makes the noise inside, but there is a veil covering the unseen world which
not the strongest man, nor even the united strength of all the strongest men
that ever lived, could tear apart. Only faith, fancy, poetry, love, romance, can
push aside that curtain and view and picture the supernal beauty and glory
beyond. Is it all real? Ah, VIRGINIA, in all this world there is nothing else
real and abiding.
No Santa Claus! Thank God! he lives, and he lives
forever. A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay, ten times ten thousand years
from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood.
What belief from childhood still warms your heart?