A Letter from Santa

A Letter from Santa

Maurice Turmel PhD

(Originally published in “Mythical Times - Exploring Life, Love & Purpose” by the above named)

Oh gather ye round all my children

For I have a tale to tell of the dawning of man

She and He came to Earth a long time ago

To celebrate this life that had been given and was blessed

Oh what wonders befell you as you ventured forth on the Earth

To discover your being in all that mattered

It was never meant to be difficult this journey through time

Only a gentle romp through the woodlands and across the plains

Do not despair, my fragile friends, for you have only gone astray temporarily

He who knows all and sees all is here to guide you back

To that gentle place within where the poetry of your Soul resides

The Creator has written many stories and poems to you over time

To advise you of this sacred place within

You faltered on your journey outward and failed to notice the signs

So He comes to you often, in prose, in poetry and in rhyme

Each year at this time you remember Him softly

In the heart of your yearning womb

You can feel that presence sublime, pulsing within your frame

More alive at this time than throughout the year

We of the ethereal realms reach you better now it seems

For your hearts are more open and we are easier to find

You receive us because you want us and we, in turn, find our way to you

Have you ever wondered how this all started?

Where it began, this special time?

You call it Christmas; we call it Love

In our world it makes no difference, as long as you feel the pulse inside

Remember when you were young and oh so eager then too

Awaiting Santa’s reindeer to appear on your roof

You believed so easily then in the power of the mind

You never doubted that He would arrive

Your parents helped with the story, taught to them in their youth

And so on, and so on, all the way back in time

Now you await your truth again, in the eyes of the children before you

They are here to remind you of what you once knew

That the Power of Love has existed since before time

Since before there was an Earth or Heaven above

And the Power of Love insisted that it be known through time

So this purpose of yours came to be born

So many of you chose to come on this journey

To learn all that you could about Life

Here on this Earth you can see afar

Out to the planets and the stars suspended in the sky

They teach of vastness, of triumph, and of destiny too

They teach you to dream and to look way beyond whom you think you are

These beacons of Light, you can take deep into your heart

And rekindle the flame that once burned bright

You are great, you are His sacred ones

Sent forward from the Light

Here to learn “what you can do” to spread this message

That all is really right with this world

In spite of the troubles that lurk about

You see this eternal flame that burns brightly from within

Is not ashamed of its presence, to have itself be known

Its power is eternal, It is not shy

To be expressed is all that It asks

So on Christmas morning, when you awake

Remember this message from deep in your Soul

You are not lost, you are not forsaken

You are to be found where your feelings reside

There in your Heart center, where the truth breaks to surface

There can be no mistaking that Love has taken hold

And this message is not to be forgotten

For it is of the greatest story that has ever been told

When each of you surrenders to this Guiding Light

Another star lights up the sky to cast its beam into the forever Void

Pushing back the darkness a little further

Each time one of you finds their way Home

Isn’t it a great story that you all get to play a part in?

A piece of living history that unfolds itself through you?

You are of the Light Everlasting

You are a Beacon of His Love

Your are a Star in His “Forever Army”

Of life and purpose, and oh yes, so much more

Do not be ashamed of your Being any longer

It is sacred; you must know this without a doubt

He does not cast Himself in rubble, or in stone

Only into the hearts of those whose purpose can be His own

This is our tale of Christmas, a message we give to you

In a package that has shaped itself throughout your history

Each year we bring to you another such message

To be added to the annals of unfolding time

Teach your children this truth of the Light Everlasting

Show them that It resides within

And take no stock in what others tell you

Of this or that not being the true path

Only theirs, or so they claim

The true path for all is illumined by one’s Soul

And that Soul was His to begin

Now it is yours to take you forward through this Life

To learn and then teach what truth you come to know

Everyone has purpose, and love and magic too

Everyone has meaning in the Grand Design

To be sure, that is His Way

To provide that which is needed to sing His praises

Throughout the annals of time

To sing His praises is to sing your own, you see

For you are of Him who has sent forth His Sons and Daughters

His Offspring is you, you see

And you are His to be sure

Till the end of time, and of course, beyond that as well

As we bid farewell to this magical mystery tour

In prose, in poetry and in rhyme

We return to where It all began, the very first Christmas

Somewhere near the dawning of time

Merry Christmas We say to you all

From Santa . . . and from . . . the Divine

Calling All Lightworkers, Starseeds and Wayshowers

Calling All Lightworkers, Starseeds and Wayshowers

Maurice Turmel & Brotherhood of Light

I am coming to life. I am waking up. I am awakening to my True Self. I am! I am! I am!

I am coming out to greet the world, to share my story, to be a man/woman, to be a contributor, to be a helper, caregiver, supporter and guide. I am a guide to the New Age. I have been here before. I know the way. I can retrace my steps. I can be who I came here to be.

I am coming out of my shell. Sometimes I take action. Sometimes I can’t do anything but wait and pray; then it’s time to just listen. I can only move when I am being urged to move. Some days I am half asleep, groggy, stumbling around, unsure of what to do, unsure of where to go, within that fog so to speak. I appear to be stumbling around between worlds.

I am releasing my hold on 3D and have already planted one foot in 5D. I have just lifted my other foot off 3D and am about to plant it as well on the 5D landscape. That makes me nervous. Because when I do plant that second foot, I say goodbye to 3D forever.

I am ready to do so, to say goodbye to 3D because I have nothing left to give that realm and there is no real grip there anymore for me to hold on to. I have to let go and swim with the 5D current I am already in. I am OK with that. I can trust this current. It is safe. And I clearly sense it is taking me where I want to go.

I know, I want to go Home to my Heart, out of this sphere of indictment so I can let go of that fearful, competitive realm in favor of this new safer version of Life, the one that bonds me to God – Thy Self.

I just want to be removed from all this turmoil and disengage from the 3D drama completely. I am ready to do that now because I am at peace with myself. I’ve decided to love myself and that brings me peace. Yes, I am ready to surrender to this process, to have more influence on my health, wealth and well-being, through communion with God, Source, All-That-Is.

I want to be in that space again, enveloped in the Great Creator’s arms, enjoying that blissful hug that brings me closer to Thy Breath, where I can inhale Your wind and fire and breathe it back into the landscape that surrounds me.

I want to breathe new life into this tired old Earth. I want to have Her heave and sigh, like a lover about to wake up refreshed. I want to bring her gifts of glory and peace. I want to be me, all that I am, and be Free. Yes, Free!

That amounts to total surrender, I realize, to the peace within, the energy and light that have carried me this far. Yes, I am tired. Tired! Tired! Tired! I’ve been waiting for so long, waiting for You to come to me – now realizing, it is I who must return to You.

I am the Prodigal Son/Daughter returning home to the loving arms of their Parent. I have ventured far and wide this lifetime, and discovered many wonderful things again, as much as one can carry in any one lifetime.

I have learned that the Heart is the true Gold in life and to which we must surrender, so we can safely traverse this next level of challenging terrain. This land ahead is marked “for your eyes only”, for those of us who have chosen to ascend. Ascension is the Now Season since we crossed that threshold back in 2012. I have ascended before, I am told, so I know the way apparently.

Yes, I can see up ahead. There is a light and it is I (Eye) gleaming in the distance. It is “I” that I return to, to complete this cycle of life/death/rebirth/life. It is “I” that I embrace as I reach that homeward station.  It is “I” that I receive when I stretch out my arms to welcome Me home. It is “I”. And I am each and every one of you whom I encounter on this road to paradise.

Yes, I’ve seen it all before. The signs are looking familiar again. There are lights coming on here and there to help me along, to glow in the dark until I am done fumbling about and can readily see for myself. There are more and more lights along this path now, like the landing lights at an airport. Impossible to miss at this point in the journey. Eyes (I’s) Forward!

I am guided by these lights. I am welcomed by them. And I am embraced by them as I touch down once again on this gentle soil of my own making. I am just another hunter looking for a way home. A familiar cry, some would say, but let this be my way to travel and exhibit all my gifts and abilities, woven together from a tapestry of grand desires. Yes, I want it all this time, the whole kit and kaboodle as they say. Nothing less will do.

Are you ready for service dear Lightworker / Starseed / Wayshower? Are you ready to address the concerns of others as if they were your own? Then step aboard this Glory Train and get ready to rumble. Things might get rough for a while, as we sort out the details of who was right and who was wrong up to this point.

About those so-called Mighty Men

“Don’t be scared of that bunch” guidance is telling us all as you cast an eye toward those mighty men who broke your world. “You trusted them and they let you down. Oh, they failed miserably and never had a chance really. Because they were crippled by the same fear that afflicted you, and that’s why they drove themselves to accumulate all they could, so much so, that they turned to gangsterism to gain what they decided was theirs for the taking. A veritable ship of fools!”

That’s how sick they were, and still are, those who practice this art form called deception. Self-deception is what it always amounts to. They are so far gone at this point; they have no idea what they really are, and much less of an idea about you and I. They are taking their well deserved tumble, and we came to watch. “How horrible is that?” one may say. “Who’s laughing now?” another may add. “How pitiful is that?” is the only viable conclusion.

These mighty men, they showed us what Not to Do, that the god of Money is no god at all, nothing more than an unsatisfied mistress who wants more and more and more, until you’re broken into little pieces and strewn all over the floor. House of Cards? Castles in the Sand? Take your pick!

What else can one say about these men? They are a sad lot indeed. Their power is gone. Their fraudulent business empires are crumbling. Their paper money is tattered and in shreds. What have they achieved? Nothing! Nothing! Nothing! They literally have nothing to show for all their accumulating, their avarice and their controlling addictions.

Hoisted by their own Petard, they are real victims here, because they failed at everything they tried! Why? Because a house built on lies is bound to fail. They erected the proverbial Castles in the Sand, that are doomed to be washed away with the next cleansing tide – which is You and I, my fine feathered friends, my fellow Lightworkers, Starseeds, Wayshowers and all around good folks.

We are that tide, beautiful Starseeds, glowing Lightworkers - Wayshowers of the New World. We, you and I, are that tide, here to wash away the “sins of the father”, clean up this galactic mess and restore Mother Earth to her natural beauty, peace and calm; so she can be the nurturer that she is and lover of all she embraces. Let’s be good to Mum this year, she deserves it.

Are you with me Lightworkers? Are you with me Starseeds? Are you with me Wayshowers? We are the ones we have been preparing for. We are the Galactic Federation Ground Troops and it is time to take up our positions within the Heart Space of God so She/He can work their magic through us. We are the answer to our prayers. Are you ready to rumble? Then let’s get crackin! What do you say???