Wouldn’t it be wonderful?

This is the time of year when many people around the world celebrate an experience in their lives that is important to them — and to celebrate it in a way that honors the message of that experience.

I am speaking, of course, of the experience we call “Christmas,” as it lives in our hearts.

For many of us that message is not limited to the essence of a specific religious doctrine — hallowed and holy as that is to billions — but transcends all religions, all believe systems, all spiritual paradigms . . . driving to the core of the human condition and the human experience, and hoping to heal both.

Both have needed healing — and are in need of healing now more than ever.

And amidst so much news that is not so wonderful this year, there is good news as well. While messages of anger and divisiveness and of righteousness generating terrorism are being sent to our world, the Christmas message of love also appears to be reaching people and working its magic. It seems in recent years to be having a real effect on our world.

People of high position are saying things which no one would have dreamt, ten years ago, that persons in those places would say:

A Pope boldly challenges an entire planet with a question: “How can it be that it is not a news item when an elderly homeless person dies of exposure, but it is news when the stock market loses two points?”

A black man is elected President of the United States…twice…and he boldly declares the combating of growing inequality and the lack of upward mobility to be the “defining challenge of our time.”

An ultra-conservative Republican former U.S. Vice President boldly defends gay marriage, saying “freedom means freedom for everyone. People ought to be free to enter into any kind of relationship they want.”

In that same country, one state after the other moves to legalize same sex marriage . . . as people everywhere come to the conclusion — belatedly, but at last — that all human beings who love each other and choose to spend their lives together should be accorded the right to visit each other in the hospital, to pass their estate on to each other, and to claim other common and fair-minded legal protections and prerogatives of the married state, with their gender having no bearing whatsoever on that status.

Government, humans seem to be saying, should not be enforcing specific religious doctrine.

There are those who do not agree with these economic and social viewpoints and developments — indeed, some who disagree may be reading this now — but one thing seems apparent: we are searching, as a culture, more earnestly today than ever before to find a way to create a global community where our differences do not have to create divisions, our contrasts do not have to generate conflicts, and the variations in our beliefs do not have to produce violence in our lives.

Even as others are working against this goal, millions across the globe are beginning to earnestly seek to really create “peace on Earth, and goodwill to men, women, and children everywhere.”

The message at the heart of all the world’s great religions is beginning to be separated from each religion’s specific dogma, and is being reduced to its simplest form — inviting humanity to address at last the simplest question: Can we all just find a way to love each other?

The answer is, yes. We can find a way to love each other. We can find a way to live with each other that demonstrates love. And we can find a way to create fairness and equality with each other, regardless of the color of our skin, our gender, or our sexual orientation.

We can find a way to be kind to each other and tolerant of each other, regardless of differences in our political or spiritual beliefs.

We are capable — as a species, and as individuals — to love without condition. This is what the man whose birth we celebrate at this time of year showed us. That man was graced to live in such a way that the possibility of Divinity expressing through Humanity can never again be denied. Jesus did it, and we can, too. He encouraged us to. He invited us to. And he told us not to be afraid to, or to be wary of even trying. “Why are you so amazed?”, he asked. “These things are more shall you do also.”

The message of this season is that we are all given that grace. We are all imbued with the ability to demonstrate Divinity through our Humanity. Jesus devoted his life to showing us that possibility, but he is not the only one to have done so.

Others, both before and after him . . . others, both male and female . . . others, both dark skinned and light, Eastern and Western, known and unknown . . .have likewise used their lives to show us all our true identity . . .

. . . by demonstrating TO us all our highest possibility.

Nelson Mandela showed us such an aspect, forgiving those who jailed him for 27 years, stopping a nation from falling into tumult, and bringing the invitation of reconciliation to our wider wounded world.

Mother Teresa showed us such an aspect, creating with the power of her love a worldwide movement offering a multitude of free services to the poorest of the poor.

Yes, many — many, other than Jesus — have demonstrated Divinity through their Humanity. So let’s use this moment to renew our clarity: Divinity can be expressed by all of us — and it does not have to involve what we call world-impacting events.

Indeed, Divinity often is best expressed in the smallest of ways . . .

. . . in the thoughts we think, in the things we say, in the choices we make, in the actions we take every hour of every day.

Each of us brings Divinity to Humanity through the simple device of how we are being with each other. Our entire species evolves one kindness at a time. Thus, everything we DO is a “world-impacting event.”

The wonder of this time of year is that is “brings on” just such kindness — just such evidence of our ability to express Divinity as Humanity. That’s what makes the celebration at this time of year so magical!

Christmas seems to “bring on” a change in how people are with each other. A change in the energy of Life Itself. You can actually feel it in the air. It’s so common an experience that there are even song lyrics that describe it.

“City sidewalks, busy sidewalks, dressed in holiday style…in the air there’s a feeling of Christmas…”

That feeling is not something we’re making up. It’s not our imagination. You can feel Christmas in the air.

We call that feeling Love.

And it’s what makes this time of year not only “magical,” but important. Because at this time of year we are reminded of who we are at our basis . . . and that reminder returns us to ourselves.

To our TRUE selves.

Who we are at the core of ourselves is, of course, LOVE.

I know that may sound a bit simplistic . . . maybe even a little — what’s a word…? — “syrup-y” — but Love IS our basic component.

As wonderful Tomaseen Foley say in his Celtic Christmas program that he produces in various cities across the U.S. each December, “we are all indescribably and incomprehensively loved by God” — and that love is the stuff which fills our hearts and our souls, creating the foundation of our being.

Christmas reminds us of that, allowing us — giving us permission — to express the feeling easily. We say to everyone: “Merry Christmas!” We tell perfect strangers that we hope they “have a happy holiday.” We sit down with loved ones and break bread together — again — the way we used to.

Family again.

We share gifts with each other, and it doesn’t even matter what they are, for it is in the giving of them and in the receiving of them — whatever they are — that our love for each other is announced and declared, demonstrated and embraced, once more.

Now the trick after tomorrow is going to be to keep it flowing; to keep it “in the air.”

The question is: How can we do that? Is it even possible?

I’ve been told that, yes, it is. We simply have to decide to. M. Scott Peck wrote something remarkable in his book, The Road Less Traveled. He said, “Love is not a reaction, it’s a decision.”

Can that be true? What if love is not my response to something that YOU are doing, but my choice regarding what I MYSELF am doing?

What if true love is not “predicated” on how you are being with me, but on how I am being with you — regardless of how you are being with me?

Whoa. Wouldn’t THAT be a fascinating thing…

The question I’ve been looking really closely at this Christmas season is this: Is it possible for human beings to just BE loving?

Is it possible for people to simply decide to set aside their differences, get past their “bad” moments with one another, and just “BE” a certain way?

My memory tells me that yes, not only is it possible, it can happen with a simple decision.

Let me tell you a story from my childhood . . .

I lived in a home filled with raised voices and lots of bickering and arguing between my parents.

Now and then there were even down and dirty, drag out fights. I mean, words that hurt, doors that slammed, and even a not kind gesture or two.

Once, my mom plopped a pile of mashed potatoes on my Dad’s head at the dinner table. Once, my Dad tore up, in a fit of anger, a fancy dress that he had purchased for my Mom.

Mom and Dad loved each other fiercely. And I think that adjective is not misplaced.

So we learned to live — my brother and I — in a household that was forever on edge, always on the brink of some kind of explosion…

. . . except at Christmas time.

Every year, at Christmas, things seemed to inexplicably settle down.

Now, as an adult, I am sure that Mom and Dad just decided: “We’re not going to ruin Christmas by arguing and fighting and throwing things around the house. We’re just not.”

And you could see this decision work. To this day I can recall, as tensions would begin to mount, and just before you could expect my father to raise his voice, Mom would say . . . “Alex, it’s Christmas.”

And Dad would just blink, and — just like that — he’d shift his energy and say nothing.

It worked in reverse as well. If it looked as if Mom was just about ready to let someone have it — not just my Dad, but even one of us boys — my Dad would say, “Okay, Anne, okay….c’mon. It’s Christmas.” And the air would clear as if by magic.

This would go on from after Thanksgiving until just after New Year’s. Then, things would get back to normal. The household “truce” was over.

But I had actual proof in my own home that Peace on Earth, goodwill to men…and women…is a CHOICE.

That childhood experience left me with a burning question. I asked my Dad this question myself one year when I was around nine . . .

It was the day that the Christmas tree was taken down and dragged out of the house.

That was always a sad day for me, because, you see, I loved Christmas. I was a very sensitive child, and I loved everything about this time of year…the Christmas tree, the sparkling lights, and the wonderful feeling in the air. Even as I love it today.

But now it was that time again, that sad day when the tree was taken down, and Dad was carrying it through the house and out the back door to the yard, for its cold, cold wait to be taken away and forgotten.

And this particular year I was affected even more than usual. I don’t know why, I just was. And so I asked my Father on his way through the kitchen, tinsel falling off the tree behind him, a child’s innocent question:

“Daddy…how come, when the tree leaves the house, all the love goes with it?”

My Father stopped in his tracks, looked at me with an expression I’ll never forget, then said, as quietly as I ever heard him speak:

“I don’t know, son . . . I don’t know.”

I understand now that all my parents had to do to keep the love in the air was to make the same decision every day that they made when the Christmas tree went up.

So today I am inviting myself — and each of us — to embrace “the feeling of Christmas” . . . and then to decide inside that this Christmas is going to last all through next year.

And all through our lives.

There will be times, of course…there may be moments here and there…when this might not happen, I know. We’re all human, and we need to be careful not to hold ourselves to super-human standards. But we CAN make a decision at this time that all CAN be “calm,” and all CAN be “bright” . . . more of the time…much more of the time…if we make a decision to allow the feeling of Christmas to be “in the air”… Every. Single. Day.

And not leave the house when the tree leaves the house.

Merry Christmas my friends. God bless us, every one!

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  • mewabe

    Thank you for sharing something personal about you Neale. We should all do this more often.

    Pain makes people hurt each other…pain drives many relationships and marriages into mutually assured destruction, or at least a degree of unhappiness. Children suffer the consequences. I can relate to your story, mine is very similar except that my parents ended up divorcing and that was actually a relief. You might not have intended to share that much but I felt your story it as I read it.

    Making the decision to love also implies healing our old emotional wounds. That’s the part most of us avoid like the plague, because it hurts deeply. So rather than feeling the pain that comes with healing, most choose numbness and chronic suffering, and doing so cause those who are around them more pain, and the cycles of pain and suffering are repeated through the generations.

    When I look at the most negative aspects of our world, I do not see hatred, fear, greed, judgment, intolerance, I see the underlying pain that causes people to act in ways that are contrary to their true nature. And there is a tremendous amount of such pain in our world. The outer physical devastation we unleash upon each other (war, violence, abuse, oppression) is a direct expression of our inner emotional and psychological devastation.

    The inner landscape of much of the human psyche is a war torn battlefield.

    The sooner we all become not just aware but conscious of this, the better.

    We need to mind our own wounds in order not to wound others. We need to shed our own tears in order not to make others cry.

    That’s the very beginning of peace.

    Happy Holiday to everyone!

    • GuyBack

      What? Are o u a Native American? U did tell the Lit no LITTLE LADY it’s all CAPPED with ME here. GUY HERE you were that who said you were not what? Wo is you to tel a little one a thing at all but these posts in these bloggers like this one reek like oh so so so . No. That is FU to U for telling a fibbie Whew Now. Please refrain from baby toyz, dear MeWaaaB Happy Ho to you T

    • Victor

      Wonderful Mewabe and Neale…!

      To heal the pain ——–> LOVE

  • GuyBack

    Ahem, Neale. “And not leave the house when the tree leaves the house.”? And not leave the tree either, Neale. What do you think in saying such a thing on Christmas Eve no less. Trees, as yu know, are what God I Am is in All Life as the Tree of Life. The Tree of Life exists in every town, dear Neale. .ahem ahem we do realize that to utter to your dear bloggers “not to leave the house when the tree leaves the house” is somewhat curiouserrrr like a cat, don’t you think? Dear Nil. Do not leave the tree that you think you think you are here. Do not express your dear bloggers here as bodies in bodies of ghost toasties? No. Let’s explain more explicitly. Ghost? Yes. Toast? No. Not for my boy all because she blogged what? here to tell you what? thank you for helping Otsego. Dar you to approach this one again? No. Hitler itself followed her all the way home. Do not come to this Tree Again, dea . No. Der No. Not a thing do I owe you of chitter chatter Hi

  • GuyBack

    ““City sidewalks, busy sidewalks, dressed in holiday style…in the air there’s a feeling of Christmas…” That is Little Lady’s favorite song, dont tcha know? She sang it literally the night she had to be deplaned across this plane. Nw. Masters of the FAr East was a book not for shipshapers or shiftshapers or whatever or random it was for Christ Wingmaking Things like her. She was DEPLANED like nobody’z Bisnis cuz I Am her Big DADDY and that is how I created her. That’s why shje is not approached like that at all. We do know how to Divide lines, but dim energy is not line it is a forced wind and it has a torque and it is so easy to detect with the heart not th emind of e nergy at all. That electircla, statticky icky is not us. We eat’lem alreaidh we just eat them up. Whew yeah we ate ’em last night and spit a bit more but that is the end of the Hitler line, isn’t it? A pink not a baby blue baby knife that poopped out the lsat um message in a bootle it said blotted out Hitler is fianlly blotted out. He was mad. LITTLE LADY was shakin but her bootie is oh so hidden and she made it home but the baby? only ate oats for dinner. Thankyou , Dear Nil. Whew FU and FAR BETWEEN cOMe to MY LItlle no. Big Mama Fat TU TU that is why your greys follow her, isn’t it? You need the big mama dear god. She can’t walk past her literal Christmas TREe because of what? Her love of her son and her love of me. OH NO> NO body better come near her or her no. MY SON again FU

  • GuyBack

    Ho Ho Ho to all here. What u get is what you gave in love, and if it was fear. . .well, h ave at it. Oh well, sorry about it. You should have thought better. You shoud have focused bette. .you should of damn honey just say it y ourself we talk as one. Focus the mind of a snake reace reptiles can’t think. They’re stupid. cmant create. just keep it coming. We can smoke marlboros till its over rover whew well, here i am again. Now, what? Dear God. straw just a thread of itpooping out as my dog leash all black yet new? Strange. A straw man? not real but could have caused a whew tell it. a phone line up but not real. I am the phone of her, neale. No phone ever really reached hers. no straw now a book ever from me will anhy mank get ever. So, why sticky in your conversations? What is sticky we only do misty here Hi He but really it is I Am Hi I Am He and that is onlhy for One TRue Beloved a LIne of Many Women on Earth, yes. WE got that code coming oh mhy happy happy yayuh we got that cleared and pet central dog leash? dear god. mhy dogs clear that ol mo, don’t you know I just kiss him wiht the little lady and he is fine. t t t it’s over rovah never had a dog of myne though halloweeny he lingerd in the cellar like rosemarys’s baby hyahy but never did it work. my dogs are free no leash today. no prison either. nocage no nothing for they are gentle today FU come between my baby’s dog rubbing a thread, a hari hair they called itr, honey, but it is my dog’s hair to free wiht hey honey how about breakfast? He smiles and i call him big red yea he is ig red that corproate in arizona not mo’s I worked there. they lost 50 % of their students after I left guess what a student said to me. . .oh so lividly. . “PUT the Phone Down, Michael.” I lauged. Never ever l put down the phone to mhy Guy. That’s right. that corporote is ours, honey. We did live in Tuxcon but we left we saw this race repitle come I see all before and after and now it is truly done we deplane now. FU

  • GuyBack

    One here a ture heart a Mark did get an illness from lingering in love, like me, too long. that is a result of this race reptilian. Think again i fyou ever experienced respiratory this race loves sweet love. Breath? that’s life forcel. They don’t have that so think again about lingering on a bo not but a so called book log? No. Viper is real in the bible and some suction that breath literal, no matter my love how many love liens we post. Phew and that is cleared. Be well and be free speak love on our own blog of God and Real Love Whew It is done as Guy and Gee prefer it. Breathe this line Hu

  • Francisco Morfi

    I want to take the opportunity to wish all of you on this blog a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. Inspite of differences in our thoughts and beliefs, I’d like to express to all from deep within my heart peace to you and your families. To you, Neale, Mewabe, Patrick, Gaion and the rest of those who post their comments. May the God of my understanding, that I belìeve to be of the Cosmos bless you all as I know he always does. My sincere apologies to any of you who I may have offended in any way.

  • A true friend

    Dear Neale, I write with a aching heart to you and add this message in public for all to see. I hope to God that you will see this message our she will tell you and respond. I know God can communicate in alot of ways but i hope you contribute with your wisdom. See since i have been a child i have loved someone enormously but she rejected me and just recently she has married. I wish her well and that the man that she has married to provied her with everything i wish i could have but wasnt competent to do so. So i came here to you, to God and to everyone else with a request. Im no George Bailey as seen on that magical movie “Its a wonderful life” so my heart is here to make myself heard to God. Please God let me go. Let me go. I no longer desire to stay in this city so please show me the way to get out. I fell the pain of my hear and my mind telling me that this life is a nightmare. If you are the God that truly loves me and you love me unconditionally you will let me get as far away as i wish to go. Please my heart yearns to get away. I can feel its pain and i just wanta to move on. God grant me my wish this Christmas will you. If you truly love me will you grant me this.

    • mewabe

      I hope Neale has the opportunity to see your comment and respond.

      As a human being to another, I just want to tell you that I understand. Many years ago I was where you are, loving someone more than life itself and being rejected. It hurts like hell…and you wonder why you are still alive physically, when all life seems to have been taken out of you. For me it was actually the beginning of a true spiritual journey, it was the trigger.

      Are you able to allow yourself to cry? This suggestion might sound stupid, but if you look at healthy young children, that’s what they do, spontaneously, when they hurt physically or emotionally…they express their pain. Crying is a very important part of healing, and many men are not able to do so. Then the pain gets locked in and destroys us from within.

      Express your pain, find a sympathetic and caring friend to whom you can open your heart completely, I promise you that you will heal, and you will understand the cause of your experience of rejection, in the end…the answer will come from within, about how you experience love. It will change.

      Moving out of your city is an expression of your desire to get away from your pain…it may help…but ultimately, the way out of the pain is through it. The path leading to your own liberation is through feeling and understanding, through deep feeling and deep insights.

      You need the unconditional support of an understanding friend.

      • A true friend

        Eventually the pain will pass. Even so i will seek to leave this city and hopefully find a job. Truth be told my friends have amazing life that i envy but they are the reason i can endure the pain in my heart and the ideas that my mind tells me. That this life is nightmare. They promised that things will get better and that they will help me. I trust them. Now i wish that God anwer me just 1 question and hopefully it will be today.

        • Francisco Morfi

          True friend, I have no words to add. I think Mewabe offered excellent advice and it feels to me that it springss from his heart. From me just a hug of brotherhood as I sympathize with you and wish you well and that in due time you work through this; may you come to understand the message or meaning for you as a result of it. God bless you.

          • A true friend

            Thank you both of you for responding from your heart. I know mewabe from other interactions and i want to thank him from coming from a place of wisdom and understanding. I think i have my answer now. It came to me in a unexpected way. Even so i grateful to both of you.

  • TheGreenMan

    Fearbased energy we will never begin to speak in my house again. I live a little cottage life, or it used to be cottage life until my little lady began blogging in 2007. Thanks to this room, we have had to move more energy to another space in time. Now is the tow mark line. No person here better be on my literal. .not literally. .sme here said literal as if I don’t knw proper english. I do know how to write colloquially. I have an English degree. Why do you people still target my little 700 square foot Whew I am not here because I want to be. You are impacting my son. He is here to speak.

    Chista, come in and speak. Hi Get off my bedroom walls. YOu people are the fearbased energy that we came as archangel to deplete. You cost us time: time is over rover. What I mean is time popped out as mom swirled about town. Why do you 5hink it is a dobable thing?

    • Guyon

      The bible replies today. All who zoomed in a mind and space to this one’s 700 square fair home, a cottage, but oh so soteweed factored, will be seen on cnn news. When this occurs all will see their names, literally, placed upon a wall before mankind. Any zooming towards this boy’s onsie in an attempt to keep Mother Mary’s life from her Christed Baby will be viewed in an h so literal. ..no. .make that literally, honey. it was a joke we creatd but they thought it was theirs, so let’s be oh so erudite as we show up explaining how these oh so literate ones, academics that are not true minds of man at all but robots from a dark, seedest place of God’s Mind. Thse were devided by this little mom using her bic lighter. .no. . you never got a bic, not a true bic. Don’t meess with fire. We call a broom handle, cobalt blue, of course, a divining wand of myne and we point ot the point where you enter as what?! a stick, 4 cm long and then we touch it and it pops out as what?! a tishhe papie that pops out as what?1 a green bean, your designated wormhole to enter into what?1 the air time here where you submit false thought after false thougth and that oughtta do it, dear. no. We don’t call you dear. Never did yuou meet me in any realm. My aftershave is notyours dear. It was your mirror only and that is what you imagined. Sorry it was a mirage, but this golden heart will never see this room again. Whew

    • Guyon

      HOney, don’t pay attention to these false thougths around your room today. Some tried ahh oh so heartily to meet me in a dream time. They cannot meet me in any realm wihtout youmeeting mek. We met in our room and you saw me sitting with you as we looked up above from the skywalking room where I only allow others to expderience their imaginings. It looked like me, but it wasn’t me. It was a picture on our wall that was replicated by a alieanted race. It is your own painting and they did attempt to replicate it oh so literally. Never did it hurt for us to donate our own paintings and that one will be devided from us, so we don’t hear their stupid minds todayu. Let me tell them the names are already popping out as who speaks these thoughts in an oh so literal way. Bank of America is never mo. CVS is never tina. None of them have any life in a home that never ends. Their bank torkques shall be given to themselves. Source returns thougths to the source of those thoughts. Never is it lifted uising my twin mind or no. .my twin mind is my heart itself. Never could she not see you in an impirnt of saddam. Sorry about that one. We pop out these false thoughts of ill will towards America and we express only love sweet love. We simply show up and show what this bloggdom world did to me as I attempted to lift lvoe and peace to all m ankind. Those who divde life from love and lvoe from life will pay where it hurts them most, the bank, the business, the intended outcome will meet them. If you sent a fire to her, ta ta ta oh so surly sorry about it. fire returns thougth to the source Phew Rhyne and roses were never real. Yu aren’t mankind and you are trying to divid e earth from me, God I Am. You will not win that fight. It is done today Phew Let it be over, dear. Never do we say hi ho he The crds, those reward stiore cards we get at the local pharmacy and such, literally pop out with the names of those who sent a torque for her wht?! sent by whome?! both are nknown literally in print as we swirl our what?! Twin ARC Covenant of ArC Covenant Hearts of Gold. AS we meet these ones, we divide light from light and true God from True God and Neale is not one. He is a false prophert we came to divide. It will be viewed ah oh so literal book on amazon whew check out the name michelle dorris and you will be se one more book on this most insipid race. of course we knw we don’t like this knaeieaw[aieiejieja[iejiej

  • Guyon

    Hi No. Not again. Do not attempt to speak think feel hear our living room, okay? Here it is on tv. Never will u be ablet o witness a person in this little 700 susquare fair living room through a worm coming through a hole in the baseboard near the screen doro it isn’t real. we vacuum and pop uoso many popped already ls as crown tieara no. it ww oh so black and divided with mo. Have fun with that source thought. we return it by touching the big pop out the black cap literally popped in toy plastic when we were at the gast staion oh so many oh so many fell lwehn the cage and drivein wheel popped in toy plastic yep we pop em and we shove them right back at cha honey, dear Phew ok here we are again. Corn sudden taste back fo rit. Damn. Did you know that mo tried to torque cornm cornl kernels. just a little one popped out not to many but to a goddess wiht a heart of me like nobodyz buznis so listen we just go t a taste for corn again and oh so many know how this little michelle loved corn in a bathdtub literally that is. nobody couild take a corn cob rfom her she cried and cried to suck on every every kernal juicy that is. she will eat corn for bfreakfast. do ko know that the one trying to torque out kernel of corn wants the head of all life as peae on earth. pop corn talkers on neale’s blogs wer ein on that t om longstf who else on tha tone. tim ryan never but tim cheers jeers leers near her enever again timothy ler no. not ever here dear. Let thse sdogs die wheere theheaoawoiewa[aiweawioaewieawoijjiewarjiewjiewrjiofewajfieafejifejirjrewqjpirewqjpoirewqkjpo