Faith, Fantasy and Fairy Tales.

Faith is real and powerful. It does not mean forcing ourselves to believe something that someone told us that we should believe. It means allowing the heart to know what it knows even though the mind thinks that it can not be.

Faith and Fantasy appear to be the same thing to mind so it is better not to reject one’s fantasies too quickly. They just might be a genuine glimps of something higher. Fairy tales seem to help me to have faith.

My Christmas

This year I went to my parents house, where I had lived for some years, and celebrated with my parents and my sister’s family. We exchanged gifts for two hours and then ate a nice dinner prepared by my parents. For a moment I forget that I had grand-nephews and I thought that I saw again my nephews tearing open the packages. After dinner I and my sister washed dishes as in the distant past.

It was a Christmas typical of those in my family and through-out the U.S., but my perception of Christmas, my internal Christmas, has changed slowly over the years.

As a child Christmas seemed a magical time of intense excitement when dreams could come true. I was very happy to receive so many gifts. Then at a certain age I started to see Christmas as a bad thing. It seemed that we were forced to do things that we did not want to do because of a tradition. It also seemed to me that this tradition precluded sincere expression of love because of all of the obligatory symbolic representations of love, the focus on the material, and the tremendous stress involved. Bah Humbug!

Recently I have begun to see some magic creeping back into Christmas. I can see that there is something magical about how I tolerate difficulties in order to spend some time with loved ones. It is still a mystery to me. Does the extra effort required to prepare for Christmas help us to experience love that is always there? Why is love so difficult to see? Perhaps because it is the air that we breath.

I guess I really do not know the ways of the heart so perhaps the best I (mind) can do is to try to stay out of the way. Then the heart will find it’s way in every circumstance.

Perhaps Christmas is the mind’s gift to the heart.

What is Wisdom?

Wisdom is to love God.

To accept the loving freindship of this intelligent universe
who, like any lover, has plenty of free to time to think up little ways to get our attention.
Who eagerly and playfully takes advantage of every bit of attention offered.
Sometimes by sending a gust of wind at just the right time.

At times he comes as a friendly stranger who unwittingly touches deep inside
by an unforseen connection,
again as a teacher, relative, old friends or a lover,
again as a host of peculuar coincideneces,
now as my own Self smiling back at me.

Sometimes he is a vague yet unquestionable sensation
that there is magic and love in full abundance
created and bestowed
sweetly and personally.

Something Special

There is something special.
Something better than telepathy, or empathy, or magic.
It might be called a oneness of the heart.
I do not mean the mushy sentiment and co-dependance of a new romance,
though many a lover has seen this special something, mingled with their fantasies.

It is not my heart or your heart but the heart, common to all of the universe.
We can leave a message there for someone, or everyone,
and they may receive it immeadiatly,
perhaps even before we send it.

Such messages must never be revieled to mind
who is deeply threatened by the possiblitly
that all his rules, accomplishment and learnings
are just a heap of meaningless rubbish.

The next time you want to send a message
from your heart to another heart (or your own)
just put it in the in-box in the universal heart
(and don’t tell your mind)
Your heart will know when it has been delivered.