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Flight of the Shamanic Santa

 

Two great Tenger, Keiden Khan and Usan Khan, 

Talked about the old things 

Of long long ago,

When the heavens swirled with bright fog above 

and the earth did not have any corners below.

The grasess had not yet begun to grow, the great stag still a fawn,

the giant snake a worm, it was a beautiful time to look and to learn.

 

But times have changed, and now even the star people are troubled.

   

Gal Nurma Khan, a fearsome sorcerer has arisen to destroy the Earth.

Snarling his dark oath; ”Mankind will die in one generation!”

Gal Nurma Khan went to the land of the yellow lake,

Where he prepared three hundred evil spirits and thirty demons 

to lead them,

With yellow spotted horses, beards, and robes, 

Yellow lice for their food.

Then he traveled to the land of the blue lake,

And prepared there three hundred evil spirits with thirty demons 

to lead them,

With blue spotted horses, beards and robes, 

Blue lice for their food.

Going further to the land of the black lake.

He prepared three hundred evil spirits, with thirty demons 

to lead them,

With black spotted horses, beards and robes, 

Black lice for their food.

 

Nine hundred evil spirits and Ninety demons now lay waste to the Earth 

Their damage acute,

Flowing waters they poison at source, 

Growing plants they pollute at their root,

The land infested by their snakes of suffering,  

The Earth dying, her people crying.

Anthrax and plague killing them cold, 

Sickness dances with hunger and need takes both young and old.

The people and creatures die, by day, by dusk and by night 

Sad spirits fly.

 

Altai Ulaan, Shaman of the North, 

Heard the cries of the suffering all around him.

From the city of Ultima Thule where they call him 

SantaHo ClausHeim,

To consult with the Council of Stars – 

Where they call him Little Jolnir Longbeard the fine,

And to Keiden Khan and Usan Khan, where they call him Friend.

 

In the bleak mid-winter – on Earth hard as iron,

With the wild wind wasailing all round us.

Walking outwards and onwards and father and further,

Walking onwards As Snow falls on snowfalls.

Long time was our Altai travelling thgrough fields and towns,

Passed woodland glades where there was dancing,

Over barren planes and all kinds of strange,

To the Great Forest of the formlessness found him.

 

Here these Tenger greet Altai Ulaan with delight,

They made a feast that lasted eight days and forty two nights.

On the ninth day they talked about the important things due,

Things which have changed and which should never be true.

It was decided to take their message through the skies to the Stars,

And to the great Grandmother Manzan Gurme, Ancestor of ours.

 

And Altai Ulaan asked his friends then 

“Will you give me the four magic breaths for my journey as wren?”

Keiden Khan looked to Usan Khan and after a moment  

“We Will Give Them!” they said.

And Altai Ulaan grinned and then he said 

“Will you give me the white steed to cross the ten thousand realms?”

And they gulped 

“We Will Give It!” as his forebearance overwhelms.

Altai paused and then whispered aloud 

“Will you give the healing heartmind that is placed on the crown of the brow?”

And they gasped 

“We Will Give It!”  as the heavens allow…

Then Altai laughed 

“I will climb the thousand storms, take our message through the sky to the Stars 

And to Grandmother, give I!”

Keiden Khan and Usan Khan  heard his wise decision with gladness, 

And they confirmed it just so to defeat the bad badness.

 

Riding his drum, his shamans journey begun, 

Altai Ulaan began his transcending.

With thirteen magicks on his palm and twenty-three on his fingers,

Into trance he advanced crossing one realm into another, 

Past many countless ringers.

Be wary here lest lost in fear the path without a footfall beyond all going,

Ride on Altai Ulaan and rise on and rise up, 

Follow the way of the spirits formless flowing.

To Grandmother Gurme – Altai Ulaan was shamanizing…….

 

And he called through the skies, to the great yurt beyond sighs,

”Grandmother Gurme please do arise!

You who gave birth to the ten thousand most freely,

Now Nine hundred evil and Ninety demons beseige we.

And Gal Nurma Khan – his wickedness deceives us,

Our flowing waters pollute, our plants uproot, our existence by maggots  is eaten and moot.

My message I send, fly straight to the end, 

To my Grandmother the Great Manzan Gurme!”

       

This message overflowing with illness and disease tumbled up directly

On Altai’s heart breeze,

To Grandmother Gurme who 

Was filled with amazement and with woe……..

 

Looking in her magic mirror she saw the Earth world below:

And the ninety demons and the nine hundred spirits 

Of Gal Nurma Khan grow.

Their noses like stovepipes running strings – bubbling snots,

Eating Black pots of lumpy disgusting things and foul blots.

Walking upright – topless hats on their heads, soleless boots on their feet,

Riding tailless horses raising black fogs over Earth’s pathways and streets.

Slithering like worms and swarming like flies,

They trample the animals and peoples to die.

 

Grandmother sipped from her cup of reflection,

And then she said, with a powerful inflection;

“The orphaned and the lonely, and the people of the Earth,

Tormented and dying and passing away.

Being mowed down like hay, and broken like reeds,

Those who travel out destroyed on the road,

Those who remain home decayed all the same.

It is your fault foul Gal Nurma Khan –

And You will correct it as soon as you can!”

Having said her say under a dark stormy sky,

She went back to her home and the messengers fly.

 

Sent out in the ten thousand directions 

Of the dark-bright-heavens twinkling,

To call a meeting of Stars to make a wise decision for the unjinxing.

We meet on the moon to make a beautiful decision true,

The Stars, Gal Nurma Khan, will keep no place for you.

You will change now, or you will ever be banished.

And as you are vanished we recover our kinfolk,

We send sacred starlight to heal them from your yoke.

 

 

Altai Ulaan returned to his friends,

On a comet his spirit  traveled in reverse of acsend.

And the three great spirits greeted each other again,

With joy and delight to his earthly needs tend.

Altai Ulaan brought them gifts from above,

The certainty of change and the promise of love.

With the steadfast knowledge that all will eventually be well,

Now that Star nations to Earth’s needs abseil.

 

Knowing that it was now soon, the time to be leaving,

Before sadness came to Keiden Khan and Usan Khan grieving,

Altai Ulaan, Shaman and friend beset him away,

With a blessing and a laughter that you can still hear, to this day…..

 

c.Celestial Elf. 2013.

 Inspired by and adapted from aspects and characters in The Epic of King Gesar

 

 

 

 

Santa Claus Origins in the North;

Most religious historians agree that during the Christianization of Northern Europe local traditions were incorporated into the new Christian holidays to make them more acceptable to the new converts, thus Saint Nicholas was elevated for his kindness to the poor and Santa Claus was created, a Christianized version of earlier Pagan gods.

In support of this view, Santa researchers agree that many aspects of Santa derive from The Norse mythology.

Thor was the god of the peasants and the common people, represented as an elderly man, jovial and friendly, with a long white beard. His element was the fire, his color red and his chariot was drawn by two white goats (Cracker and Gnasher). He was fighting the giants of ice and snow, and thus became the Yule-god.

Contrastingly,  the Prose Edda, written in the 13th C, describes Odin as riding an eight-legged horse named Sleipnir (Santa originally had eight reindeers, Rudolph was nine) that could leap great distances, giving rise to comparisons to Santa Claus’s reindeer. Tradition has it that Odin led the souls of the dead on a furious cross-country ride during the twelve ‘bad’ days between Christmas and Epiphany (January 6). The resulting gale carried along the seeds of the produce of the fields, stimulating fertility. The apples, nuts, and other autumn produce given around St. Nicholas Day were symbols of fertility and by giving the Gods these symbolic presents during the cold, dark winter days would result in increased fertility for man, animal, and soil.

 

According to religious historians & astrologists, Santa’s magical journey on his sleigh around the whole planet in a single night, is apparently developed from the ‘heavenly chariot’ used by many Gods from whom Santa and other shamanic figures are descended.

 

The Shaman traditionally undertake vision quests into many spirit realms to communicate with Gods, Nature Spirits and even deceased people on behalf of an individuals need or for the community – a literal paralell to Santa’s allegoric flight around the world. Shamen also return with gifts, not toys, but messages for the individuals and the tribe, concerning the year to come, their hunts and harvests, the fate of their world.( more here )

 

Shamanic Healing;

Shamans gain their knowledge and the power to heal by entering into the spirit dimensions by means of trance like states induced by repetitive drumming, and plants with psychotropic qualities to further their altered perceptions of reality beyond the physical constraints of normal reality in the earth plane. The shaman may have or acquire many spirit guides, who often guide and direct the shaman in his/her travels in the spirit world. These spirit guides are always present within the shaman though others only encounter them when the shaman is in a trance. The spirit guide energizes the shaman, enabling him/her to enter the spiritual dimension and thuis t gain the wisdom or undderstanding he needs to help or heal the individual or society. In shamanism it is believed that part of the human soul is free to leave the body. The soul is the axis mundi, the center of the shamanic healing arts. Shamans change their state of consciousness allowing their free soul to travel and retrieve ancient wisdom, gods and great spirits of nature.

 

 

Mongolian Tenger, Chotgor, and other Nature Spirits;

There are many different types of spirits in the sky and in nature recognised in Shaman spiritual awareness; some are very strong and cannot be mastered by shamans, others are relatively easy to control. No spirit should be disturbed or controlled unless for the purpose of restoring balance, and not for any frivolous purpose. Spirits are not greater or lesser than living things with bodies, only different in essence, and should be treated with the same respect as humans or animals. The strongest of the nature spirits are the sky spirits, tenger, who live at each of the four directions. Tenger are very powerful and cannot be controlled, but they can be called for assistance during shamanist rituals. The greatest of the western tenger is Ulgen, son of Father Heaven and lord of the spirits of the upper world. The greatest of the eastern tenger is Erleg Khan, Ulgen’s brother and lord of the spirits of the lower world. Usan Khan, the lord of the water spirits, is invoked from the southern direction; Keiden, also known as Tatai Tenger, is invoked from the north, he is the controller of violent weather, lightning, and tornadoes.

 

The sky is also home to the Endur spirits, who are the suns souls of humans that have lived such outstanding lives that they do not return to the lower world. They are not as powerful as tenger, but live in clouds and cause rain to fall.

 

The Earth is home to a great variety of spirits, including chotgor, ozoor, ongon, burhan, and gazriin ezen spirits. Among many Siberian tribes these nature spirits are known collectively as the ayyy. Chotgor spirits, also known as kut or abaasy, are frequently the cause of disease, mental illness, or confusion. Some chotgor are the suns spirits of dead people who did not find their way to the lower world or came back from the lower world. In such cases a shaman simply needs to send them to their proper home. Other troublesome spirits have never been incarnated but simply exist in nature. After being mastered by a shaman they can become helper spirits. ( more here )

 

 

Santa Claus Gift to you;

The true gift of Santa Claus then, lies not in the fraught or hopeful exchange of gifts or toys, but in celebrating our individual health and community health and well being, priceless gifts from Divine Nature:The gifts, of perception and awareness, that allow us to witness the beauty of this life and its many wonders, of seeing the solstice sun, or hearing joy in the voices of our children and friends, of love…..

So when the jolly Shaman gifts you with his blessings this year, remember that the Nature which expresses itself in endless galaxies of light and wonder, also celebrates its existence in you and through you, that is his real gift…..

 

Blessed Be By Starlight and True Sight,

May you Ever Share Infinities Delight.

Ho Ho Ho.

 

 

c.Celestial Elf. 2013.

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A Christmas Carol

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To share a slightly different outlook on the Christmas Festival I wrote a short song modeled after Charles Dickens’ A Christmas Carol but inspired by the earlier Pagan traditions of the Season.

According to historian Ronald Hutton, the current state of observance of Christmas is largely the result of a mid-Victorian revival of the holiday spearheaded by Dickens’ Christmas Carol. Hutton argues that Dickens reconstructed Christmas as a family-centered festival… in contrast to the earlier community (and church)-based observations which had dwindled during the late 18th and early 19th centuries.
Most of our actual British Christmas customs the tree, the turkey, the stocking, the cards and Santa Claus have only appeared since 1840.

This season was always however a time for community, charity and sharing, as the poorest, oldest and feeblest members of a community would become physically vulnerable to hunger and cold. Their morale would take a further dent if they saw their neighbors making merry all round them and were unable to share in any of it. If they then died, this would not be good for the consciences of their survivors; if they lived, they could bear nasty grudges. Hence, from the time that evidence survives, midwinter was a great time for the giving of food, drink or money to the less fortunate. In the Middle Ages people known as Hogglers or Hognels would often volunteer to collect and distribute them. In addition, poor women and children would go from door to door asking for such gifts, a custom known, according to your region, as Thomasing, Gooding or Mumping. The fitter men from the poorer families would visit their wealthier neighbours with plays, dances or songs, and earn the goodies in return; that is why customs such as mummers’ plays, sword dances and carols are so important at this time. So when your doorbell rings and you find a choir yelling ‘Good King Wenceslas’ outside while a collector holds out a tin for a good cause, you are sharing in (a tradition)… thousands of years old.
(Ronald Hutton, Stations Of The Sun)

Whilst the trappings of the modern Christmas are relatively recent, this festive season has been celebrated since history began.
In Ancient Northern Europe the mid-winter Solstice (between 20th/23rd of December) was called ‘Modranicht’ or ‘Earth Mother’s Night’ and as the shortest day of the year it effectively represents the turning point of the season.
In Northern Europe the winter festival was called the Yule (Juul). As the people thought the Sun stood still for twelve days in the midwinter, plunging Mother Earth and all her growing things into the dark, coldness of death, it was thought that spring could not come without their celebration of midwinter.
More on the Yuletide here.

Of Father Christmas, mythologist Helene Adeline Guerber suggests the Northern traditions indicate Santa as the Norse god Thor. Contrastingly from Iceland the Poetic Edda and Prose Edda poems
describe Odin as riding an eight-legged horse named Sleipnir (Santa originally had eight reindeer, Rudolph was nine) .
More on the origins of Santa Claus here.

Further, that the three greatest Neolithic monuments of Ireland, Scotland and England the massive tombs of Newgrange and Maes Howe, and Stonehenge itself are all aligned on the midwinter sunrise or sunset, shows how important this festival was even in the Stone Age.

With an eye to current world affairs and the rise of Global Corporatism, I have included a protestors scene, with a call to Occupy Christmas as an opportunity to reconsider what the festival may mean now.


✻ ✼ ❄ ❅ ❆ ❇ ❈ ❉ Occupy Christmas ✻ ✼ ❄ ❅ ❆ ❇ ❈ ❉
to learn about the causes of Occupy I recommend Naomi Klein’s Shock Doctrine
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I replaced Dickens’ Ghosts of Christmas Past, Present and Future with a mischievous Jack Skellington as Sandy Claws who finally gets his Christmas mission right, after a fashion), and instead of the more usual three visits through time in the life of Ebeneezer Scrooge, my character ‘Scourge’ is given 3 visions instead, to the Three Realms of Celtic mythology;

The Celtic view of the Otherworld consisted of three distinct realms, these being Sea, Land and Sky, their counterparts being Underworld, Earth and Otherworld.

Tir Andomain, Realm of The Underworld and the Sea.
This is the realm of the Ancestors and Gods and Goddesses responsible for the cycle of life, death and rebirth, the realm of the past.

The Meath, Realm of the Land (Earth) represents the present and the physical. We are beings of this realm that we share with the animals and the nature spirits.
Here we see the poverty of Dickens’ London as families live in sheds and children carol sing not for pocket money or treats but for essential foods.

The Magh Mor, Realm of Sky and the Otherworld.
This is where most of the Gods and Goddesses dwell, the realm of the future and the place that grants inspiration, creativity and wisdom. The realm of sky is the pathway of the Sun, Moon and constellations, as well as the wind and weather. Many Gods and Goddesses have influence in all three realms, just as the Land has it’s influence on the other two realms; caves, burial mounds, wells and springs are entrances to the underworld, while trees which exist in our realm are viewed as linking all three together. Represented here as a Celtic Afterlife peopled by Four Elemental Spirits of Air, Fire, Earth and Water.

As Air; Dian Cecht, Psychic Guardian and Healer of the Tuatha Dé Danann ~ The Hawthorn was a symbol of psychic protection due to its sharp thorns. Spirits were believed to dwell in Hawthorn hedges, which were planted as protective shrubs around fields, houses and churchyards. The Goddess Brighid was also associated with the Hawthorn, which is one tree which has managed to breach the divide between Paganism and Christianity and Dian Cecht was Brigid’s male counterpart.Hawthorn individuals are represented by a Masculine polarity and the color purple.

As Fire; Aibheaog is an Irish deity who represented fire, and yet she had a magical well which promoted healing. She is associated with wells and the number 5. Rules Over: Healing, Midsummer well rituals.

As Earth; Cernunnos. Although Cernunnos is a Gaulish horned god, his worship was widespread in the Celtic era, and he was venerated over the channel in Britain in various similar forms.
In appearance he had stag antlers sprouting from his head, wore a torc around his neck, and was depicted with a ram headed serpent. He may have been seen as lord of the animals, and the spirit of the woods, a powerful archetypal nature spirit and male partner of the earth mother. Later, in Christian times his image was transposed on to that of the Devil, who also appeared with horns.

As Water; Coventina, a Celtic river goddess known for healing, also associated with renewal, abundance, new beginnings, life cycles, inspiration, childbirth, wishes and prophecy. In worship to her coins and other objects were tossed into the wells as offerings for sympathetic magick. These wells represent the earth womb, where the Celts felt her power could be most strongly felt. Her symbols are the cauldron, cup, water, coins, broaches and wells. From Scotland comes her association with the underworld, where she was the Goddess of featherless flying creatures which could pass to the Otherworld. Being a river goddess she is connected the ebb and flow of time.

With a hope that this film may remind us to think of more than just family gatherings and presents, that it may be a magical time to think with our hearts and consider the wider picture.
To focus upon the whole rather than any portion, to live more meaningful lives, we may honor these the Three Realms and each-other throughout our daily lives.

A Yuletide Carol by celestialelff

Tis the Modranhit of Midwinter,
To the Three Realms we will go,
Through the portal to Tir Andomain,
Through the Silence beneath the Snow.

Deep within the center,
With the Ancestors in the past,
See the Joy of their Yuletide,
Beyond Time’s Oceans Vast.

The Rising of the Sun,
The Running of the Year,
The Setting of the Sacred Moon,
And the Circle is ever clear.

And look now upon the Earth Realm,
To the Meath beneath the Sky,
See the people in their families,
From their community awry.

Hear the Thomasing and the Gooding,
And the Mumping of the Children,
Both Ignorance and Want do Cry Out,
No more Cup Of Memory here….

The Rising of the Sun,
The Running of the Year,
The Setting of the Sacred Moon,
And the Circle now Draws Near….

Come beyond now to the Magh Mor,
Beyond the graveyard in the Sky,
To the Afterlife of the Otherworld,
Once again the Joy does fly…

Be Blessed then by this Vision,
Of the Three Realms you have made,
Join the Circle of your past life,
To your Future, Present saved…..

The Rising of the Sun,
The Running of the Year,
The Setting of the Sacred Moon,
And the Circle has come Here.

c Celestial Elf 2011.

Merry Christmas!

‘Twas The Night Before Christmas….

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Twas the night before Christmas or Yuletide Or Such…
Of the day Im not certain but I remember this much,
The North-winds were blowing Snowstorms through the air,
Forewarning that Odin soon would be there.

The Lords of Misrule had danced and had fed,
Along Earth Mother’s Night where mistletoe paths joyfully led,
And now the people of this world, and above and below,
had withdrawn to their hearths, to their kinsfolk and so…

Then out in the heavens there arose such a clatter,
I ran out from my fireside to see what was the matter,
Away thoughts and memories I flew in a flash,
Tore open the curtains and went out in a dash.

There shinning bright neath Cerridwen’s moon,
Like midday in middle earth lay the snow all around strewn,
And as my eyes raced around for the source of the clamor
I be-spied Odin the Wise, in such grandeur, I stammer…

Across midnight sky in reindeer sled did he fly,
The Holly King himself with Eckhardt and the spirits of those who did die,
For tis the 12 nights of Yuletide and this heavenly crew,
Odin leads across rainbow bridge to their afterlife new.

As howling storms before that wild hurricane fly
So more and more spirits mount this magical sky,
Beyond the edge of the moon and outside of time,
To the North-lands beyond knowing they disappeared with a sigh.

In relief and quite awestruck I turned to go home,
Then heard the King’s laughter and I froze as if struck by the Crone,
”Now Sleipnir and Cracker and Gnasher and Vixen,
To the children of Asgard we must dash on our mission…

For this is the night we bring our blessings to bear!”
Then a tinkling on roof of each reindeer hoof did I hear,
I gathered my cape and for Goddess protection beseech
When down lept Black Eckhard on me his flaming eyes reached..

Then Holly King Odin, his voice like thunder did call,
”Now now dear black Eckhardt, let us raise those who did fall”
And dressed in a red cloak from his head to his foot,
His hair and his beard with starlight gently shook.

And his one eye gleamed bright as he laughed with delight,
As beside him his Eckhardt to lead wicked from fright..
Of Odin’s good humor, he was a right jolly elf,
Set my terrors departed as he smiled at my self.

He spoke no more words but went straight to his work,
Placing omens and icons and keepsakes on earth,
Invoking the New Sun, the New Year and Weddings
That fruitful be harvest, casting seeds in fields bedding’s.

His midwinter missive on Yuletide and Christmas now done,
They sprang into sleigh to depart ere the day come,
But before they were long gone and echoing still,
His laughing call rang out clear…
Happy Yuletide to All, and to All a goodnight!

Original poem by celestial elf.
with thanks for inspiration to Clement Clarke Moore 1823. or Henry Livingstone

The Ancient season of Yule which includes The Midwinter Solstice (the shortest day of the Year, 21st December) is a Sacred time of reflection and celebration. Many different cultures from the Nordic Vikings and Celtic Druids, the ancient Egyptians and Hopi Indians have ritualized this time to promote Spiritual Unity, Peace and Joy.

Yuletide Dates:
December 21, 22, 23
December 24 Mother’s night, (Modraniht (Anglo-Saxon)
December 24 – January 6 = The 12 Sacred nights/’Time between the Years’

The 13 Sacred Days & 12 Sacred Nights

The Magickal season of deepest darkness starts in the Celtic tradition at Samhain, slightly earlier in the Nordic tradition.
During this supernatural time of Yuletide we may walk between the worlds.
Now that the veil between the worlds is thin, all sorts of Otherworldly beings including the dead roam the earth, we may even encounter elves or trolls and also Gods and Goddesses.

The Twelve Sacred Nights of Yule start with Mother’s Night (December 24th) and are considered the ‘Time Between the Years’, the difference of days between the lunar year and the solar year.
As the old would end with Winter Solstice the New Year would only start at the end of the Rauhnaechte (January 6th).
During this time Odin rides the storm winds with his army of the dead, both in the Wild Hunt and also leading them to their afterlife new, most importantly the ensuing storms in their wake stir the fertility of the earth for the New Year…

Odin appears to be ‘blind’ in one eye which he sacrificed at the Well of Wisdom for Understanding, with this eye he sees the underworld and afterlife…

The tradition of bringing sprigs of Holly and Ivy into the home pays homage to the masculine and feminine elements.
Both of these powerfully magickal plants are evergreen, a reminder in itself that the earth never dies, but merely sleeps during the winter months.

A Happy Yuletide To You All!

Ho Ho Ho 😀

Father Christmas & The Shamanta Clause…

The appearance of Father Christmas dates back at least as far as the 17th century in Britain,
pictures of him from that era portray him as a jolly, bearded man dressed in a long, green cloak.
He typified the spirit of good cheer at Christmas, as the “Ghost of Christmas Present“, in Charles Dickens A Christmas Carol, where he takes a miserly Scrooge on an emotionally re-energizing expedition through London on Christmas morning, his goodwill overflowing all around.

In 1931 however, the Coca Cola company redressed this classic figure with the Red Robes of Santa Claus,
co-opting him in promotional service of their product.
Subsequently in his examinations of cultural iconography, the renowned anthropologist Claude Levi-Strauss wrote in his analysis of Father Christmas:
“Father Christmas is dressed in scarlet: he is a king. His white beard, his furs and his boots, the sleigh in which he travels evoke winter. He is called “Father” and he is an old man, thus he incarnates the benevolent form of the authority of the ancients.”

Thus we see the Father Christmas tradition although diverted to secular ends, still embodies deeper cultural values…..

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Whilst Father Christmas has become the most beloved of Christmas symbols and traditions,
his origins are not clear….

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On Father Christmas’ ‘Christian’ Origins;

The Catholic Saint Nicholas Myra is one of the key inspirations for ‘Santa Claus’.
He was a 4thC Greek Christian bishop of Myra, Byzantine in Turkey, famous for his generous gifts to the poor.
His cult spread quickly and he became the patron saint of many groups, including judges, criminals, merchants, sailors, travelers, the poor, & children.
According to St. Nicholas historian, Charles W. Jones,
“. . . the cult of St. Nicholas was, before the Reformation, the most intensive of any nonbiblical saint in Christendom. . . there were 2,137 ecclesiastical dedications [churches] to Nicholas in France, Germany, and the Low Countries alone before the year 1500.”
(Jones, Charles. W. “Knickerbocker Santa Claus.” The New-York Historical Society Quarterly, October 1954, Volume XXXVIII Number Four, p.357)

Saint Nicholas is also the most revered saint in Russia, the Russian Orthodox Church’ christianized replacement of the native people’s local Shaman….

In The Netherlands and Belgium, Saint Nicolas is aided by helpers commonly known as Zwarte Piet (Black Peter) in Dutch or “Père Fouettard” in French, or in Switzerland, the Krampus, a scary demon who would just as easily take people away to punish them with a birch stick beating, as give a gift to reward their good year.

The European Father Christmas became more world widespread In 1626 when a ship with settlers from the Netherlands arrived in America bearing these traditions of the Dutch “Sinter Claes,” or Saint Nickolas the patron saint of sailors, and their custom of celebrating the Winter Solstice….

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Whilst Father Christmas has become a secular representation of Christmas, a number of primarily Protestant fundamentalist Christian churches object to the materialist focus that his gift giving brings to this holiday.
This condemnation of Christmas originated with some 16th C Protestant groups, and was prevalent among the Puritans of 17th C England & America who banned the holiday as either Pagan (which means ‘of nature’) or Roman Catholic.
Christmas was made legal again with the Restoration of 1660, despite Puritan opposition in New England USA which persisted for almost two centuries….

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But Who Is Father Christmas Really?….

Whilst most religious historians agree that St Nicholas as Santa Claus did not actually exist as a real person,
during the Christianization of Northern Europe local traditions were incorporated into the new Christian holidays to make them more acceptable to the new converts, & thus Santa Claus was created, a Christianized version of earlier Pagan gods.
In support of this view, nearly all Santa researchers agree that many aspects of Santa derive from The Norse mythology.

Mythologist Helene Adeline Guerber suggests the Northern traditions indicate Santa as the Norse god Thor;
Thor was the god of the peasants and the common people, represented as an elderly man, jovial and friendly, with a long white beard. His element was the fire, his color red.
The rumble and roar of thunder were said to be caused by the rolling of his chariot …drawn by two white goats (called Cracker and Gnasher).
He was fighting the giants of ice and snow, and thus became the Yule-god.
He was said to live in the “Northland” where he had his palace among icebergs.
By our pagan forefathers he was considered as the cheerful and friendly god…
The fireplace in every home was especially sacred to him, and he was said to come down through the chimney into his element, the fire.
(Guerber, H.A. Myths of Northern Lands. New York: American Book Company, 1895, p. 61)

It is also worth mentioning that Thor’s helpers were elves and like Santa’s elves, Thor’s elves were skilled craftsman.
It was the elves who created Thor’s magic hammer.

Contrastingly,
Two books from Iceland, the Poetic Edda, compiled in the 13th century from earlier sources,
and the Prose Edda, written in the 13th C,
describe Odin as riding an eight-legged horse named Sleipnir (Santa originally had eight reindeers, Rudolph was nine) that could leap great distances, giving rise to comparisons to Santa Claus’s reindeer.
Tradition has it that Odin led the souls of the dead on a furious cross-country ride during the twelve ‘bad’ days between Christmas and Epiphany (January 6).
The resulting gale carried along the seeds of the produce of the fields, stimulating fertility.
The apples, nuts, and other autumn produce given around St. Nicholas Day were symbols of fertility and by giving the Gods these symbolic presents during the cold, dark winter days would result in increased fertility for man, animal, and soil.

Odin was also accompanied by his servant, Eckhard, the forerunner of Black Peter, who carried a rod.
As recently as the Middle Ages, it was the popular belief that certain trees and plants could render humans fertile and that merely striking a woman with a branch of such a tree could make her pregnant.

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Of Santa’s Shamanic Sources…

Religious historians & astrologists appear to have combined forces to consider the matter of Father Christmas incredible voyage outside of time…
Santa’s magical journey on his sleigh around the whole planet in a single night, is apparently developed from the ‘heavenly chariot’ used by many Gods from whom Santa and other shamanic figures are descended.
The chariot of Odin, Thor and even the Egyptian god Osiris is now known as the star constellation the Big Dipper, which circles around the North Star in a 24-hour period… thus the flight of the stars portrayed the flight of the God(s), and in turn of Santa Claus.

The Shamanic Flight of the Mushroom….

The Shaman, who was the highly regarded healer, seer, herbalist and counselor of his people, employed trance like states induced by repetitive drumming, and plants with psychotropic qualities to further their altered perceptions of reality beyond the physical constraints of normal reality in the earth plane.

These vision quests were serious undertakings embarked on with ritual and purpose to discover the causes of illness, or to reveal the best courses of action for the community to pursue over any given matter, and often involved communing with deceased, and Otherworldy Spirits or Gods.

Specifically the Northern Shamen are reputed to have eaten Amanita Mushrooms, more commonly known as Fly Agaric, the Red/White spotted poisonous Magical Mushroom of many fairy-stories and folk legends.
Entering into Mushroom induced trance and riding the regular beat of their drum, these Shamen ‘climbed’ up the world tree to commune with the spirits & return with gifts , not toys, but messages for individuals and the tribe, concerning the year to come, their hunts and harvests, the fate of their world.

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Of Father Christmas Elven Affiliations…

St. Nicholas is not only assisted by elves, but is possibly an Elf himself if an authors license is to be believed…
In the Famous Poem written by Clement Clark Moore, ‘The Night Before Christmas’ – The author calls Santa a ‘ Jolly Old Elf’.

Yet, Clark Moore’s theory is supported by later academic research into the Nordic Mythologies..
“… Saint Nicholas was an absorbed pagan deity. Our modern version of this personage is an amalagation of many old personifications of a very old elf. Yes, elf. In ancient times, it was believed that an elf came and delivered gifts to those who left him porridge. Indeed, the popular figure of Santa Claus actually owes more to the god Odin than he does the Christian saint called Nicholas. He dresses in red, a colour symbolic of the Teutonic Alfs, or elves. He has one eye with which he can give knowledge with a single wink. He has a long white beard and hails from the ancient lands of the frozen north…”
(Santa Claus, the Yule Elf, and Odi by Kimberly Moore)

Elven or otherwise, the mysterious nature of Father Christmas draws on many sources but resonates with a timeless quality outside of them all.

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On The Meaning Of It All…..

Some psychologists suggest ‘Cognitive Dissonance’ which occurs when children are encouraged to believe in the existence of Santa Claus, only to have their parents reveal the ‘lie’ when they are older….
Yet such parents, perhaps victims of church led re-assignations of cultural meanings, are mistaken, as much psychological and spiritual truth does reside in these deep rooted mytho-historic traditions.
By better understanding such Nature-Al truths, we may better understand our modern world, and its relationship to the greater panorama of Nature’s endless cycles and within that our own bright season of life.

The true spirit of Father Christmas then, lies not in the fraught or hopeful exchange of gifts or toys,
but in celebrating our gifts from Divine Nature:The gifts, of perception and awareness, that allow us to witness the beauty of this life and its many wonders, of seeing the solstice sun, or hearing joy in the voices of our children and friends, of love…..

So when the jolly Shaman gifts you with his blessings this year,
remember that the Nature which expresses itself in endless galaxies of light and wonder, also celebrates its existence through you, that is his real gift…..

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A Visit From St. Nicholas/’Twas the Night Before Christmas

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter’s nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
“Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! on Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!”
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
His eyes — how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night.”

(by Clement Clarke Moore)

HoHoHo!

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