This week we had a Secret Santa gift exchange at my workplace. I gave one of my co-workers exactly what she had requested on her list: a candle, lip gloss, and nail polish. For the nail polish, I chose a color called "Naked", mainly just to get a laugh out of her, which worked out well. (The color itself was lovely too).
On my list, I also got to request 3 things, which were: world peace, eternal life, and a cheeseburger. The anonymous benefactor who received my list ended up giving me none of those things, and instead gave me a stick of pepperoni sausage, a ball of Gouda cheese, and last, but certainly not least, a Harry Potter cap with the emblem and name of Gryffindor inscribed on the front. (Gryffindor is Harry Potter's dormitory inside Hogwarts School of Wizardry and Witchcraft).
Being an enthusiastic fan of the books and movies, I was pretty stoked to receive the Harry Potter paraphernalia. Since I'm prone to fantasizing about supernatural abilities and occurrences, I don't shy away from letting my dreamy mind indulge in the epic story and magical characters. But it got me thinking about the mythology of Santa Claus, and about how we use that fictional story during Christmas.
I remember when the Santa Claus bubble popped in my childhood. I had broke into my mom's trunk the night before Christmas and discovered some fraudulently labeled gifts bearing Santa's name. Right then I knew for sure that the jolly, white-bearded, sleigh-driving man was a hoax, a fabrication, a myth created by our parents to give us a sense of hope and longing. Oh well, I wasn't too disappointed.
And what about Jesus Christ, whose name is married to the December holiday, and whose birth is celebrated in churches around the world? Is he, too, a myth?
In The Secrets of Wilder, the protagonist John undergoes a near-death experience in which his soul awakens in a realm of pure light, filled with saviors coming and going to and from countless worlds. Lo and behold, Jesus himself (in light body form) approaches John and assures him that after completing his mission on Earth, he will re-join the light beings. Furthermore, Jesus confirms that all of existence comes from the singular One, or Father, who is boundless, much like the i am vibration. John's visit is short-lived, and he returns to his pain-filled Earth body, albeit with his inner silence still intact and unfazed.
It is a profound scene, needless to say, and since the story is told within the context of a novel, there is no representation of that scenario being factually true. Yet, even the most mildly imaginative reader will be left wondering about the implications and possibility of such a place.
There is a woman named Glenda Green who tells a non-fiction account of seeing Jesus. She claims that Jesus, or Jeshua, manifested to her in the form of his light body. They had long conversations in her art studio, and he answered important spiritual questions. Like Wilder's adventure, Glenda's narrative is also compelling, and she has created an impressive painting that colorfully displays her perception of Jesus.
Whether it's Jesus, Santa Claus, or Harry Potter, we all need a chosen ideal to aspire towards. Even if we can never grasp or ascertain the entirety of life's mystery, we can still take steps towards getting closer to the center of our Being. It seems incredibly logical and reasonable to assume that we will encounter many levels of scenery along the way, including various dimensions and different kinds of life-forms. There is nothing particularly supernatural about that assumption—it's just common sense based on observation.
Come to think of it, the beacons of hope, like the Harry Potter cap I received from the Secret Santa exchange, are part of the eternal equation. And for that reason, I think I misspoke when I first wrote that I did not receive any of the gifts on my list. A Gryffindor hat is indeed a piece of eternal life, I now believe.
Maybe I'll find a portkey right around the corner.
Dream on, and Happy Holidays!