“In this episode, I'm sharing something deeply personal that has been brewing in my heart for years now. I finally have words to explain why I’ve never stopped believing in Santa (for reals!) and why all the “debunking” and “lying to children” bandwagons don’t sit well with me, and most importantly, why this is a hill a will happily die on.

I mean, just ask yourself, which prophet, oracle, or priestess ever said, "oh hang on a second, let me check the lore..." before delivering their divine messages?
So, I’m peeling back the layers to reveal a figure whose origins start way back in the mist of time—a spirit who carries echoes of ancient gods, European folklore, and whispers from the divine.
Together, we’ll explore:
• Santa’s deeper roots—from Saint Nicholas to Norse gods like Odin, Thor, and Freyr.
• The ancient untamed Wild Men of Europe and their surprising connection to the Santa story.
• The Holly King and the balance of light and dark during the Yule season.
• Why Santa is a muse, keeping the Old Ways alive in art, stories, and traditions.
But most importantly, we’ll talk about why believing in Santa Claus isn’t a lie we tell children—it’s an invitation to trust in magic, to believe in things unseen, and to nurture a connection to something greater than ourselves. What we feed will endure.”
—Jenn Campus



https://m.soundcloud.com/jenn-campus-author/owfmd-podcast-will-the-real-santa-claus-please-stand-up?mc_cid=ced8edbf87&mc_eid=a111ceb79b

Relevant repost from almost exactly one year ago
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Ok. So, nothing in this world has any INHERENT meaning. We’ve talked about this before but I got a bit of a download about it yesterday. I’ll explain.

Part of the reason that the Awakening process is so difficult is because there’s a phase during which you realize that the things in life you used to enjoy are actually, well…meaningless.

Holidays, eating out, shopping, clothes, possessions, vacations etc stop being enjoyable to you because you realize that to a certain extent they’re all a waste of time. Or at least it seems that way.

You might even have been told that Christmas is “satanic” or that singing happy birthday to someone casts a spell on them. So instead of enjoying those things you begin to be wary of them. Maybe you avoid them altogether. A few years ago I was so disenchanted with Christmas that I basically skipped the whole thing. And I think I needed to that at that point.

But here’s the deal.

The issue isn’t what these things mean from the outside. It’s not about what you’ve been told or conditioned to believe about them. It’s about what YOU believe.

Let’s stick with Christmas as an example. As a kid you were likely taught Christmas is Jesus’ birthday and that Santa Claus is coming to town, yada yada. Ok. Good bad or indifferent, those are all external stories you were told about what this time of year “means”.

Perhaps during this awakening you “learned” that a lot of the traditions are evil or satanic. And that might have made sense bc you can clearly see the consumerism and the material obsession. However, it’s important to realize that all of that is just another story you’ve been told about its meaning. Another EXTERNAL story.

You might have been left feeling that Christmas is meaningless and fallen into a state of depression or grief. Because let’s face it, when you lose something that was meaningful to you, there is a grieving process.

But listen, the download I got yesterday was simple:
“Yes, life is inherently meaningless. But that is a gift. Everything has the meaning that YOU give to it. You get to choose.”

So here’s the heart of that message — stop letting the external world tell you what anything means. Stop letting it tell you how you should feel about Christmas or birthdays or anything else.

What does it mean TO YOU? You are the Creator of your life. You get to choose the meanings of the “meaningless” experiences that you have. They do not come with embedded importance or significance. The things you’ve learned about them are all just stories. And you don’t have to accept those stories; you can write your own.

Have an amazingly glorious day.
In Love,
TR ✨💕✨
—16 Dec 2023—

@TruthRascalHQ

Merry Yule and GM!
Schumann Resonances as of 0830 hrs PT / 1130 ET / 1630 UTC

Taking care of some sick bodies here at our house. How are you all doing?

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Merry Yule Day 5 all!

GM, frens. Have a beautiful day. <3

So good: https://youtu.be/CEy97W4TCcA

This is fabulous. I’ve always Resonated with Suzanne Giesemann because of her military background and her matter-of-fact way of approaching and discussing the Spiritual Realms and Guides.

I’m really enjoying listening to this as I prep food for tomorrow so I wanted to share.

Love,
TR ✨💖✨

https://youtu.be/40P3ZMDDt8U

"It's the season of giving" applies to you, too.

Give yourself rest, love, and the space to breathe.

You're worthy of the same care you offer others.

-Cory Muscara
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Stand, child.
For you are not a slave.
Stand and hold your heart open.

Do not let the world convince you that you are in danger.
Any danger you encounter falls away with the breath of your belief in Me.

It matters not what you call Me, just that you believe - without fear of reprisal for what that looks like on the outside.
Or the inside.
That fear would keep you small and separate — keep you in the dream of distortions.
And I did not make you small.

You needn’t concern yourself with the words,
or the stories.
You know Me because I am within you and always have been. Accept Me the way you accept the existence of your Heart, or your skin. I am such a part of you that you couldn’t separate yourself if you tried.

It’s all actually very simple.

Can you feel Me?
Do you Know that I exist?
Then that is all you need know. And all you need believe.
And even if you didn’t, I would still welcome you home when it was time.

The rules that you’ve been taught are human-born. I did not make them for you.
And I do not enforce them.

Why would I?
I love you without condition.
Without parameters.
Of ANY sort.

Do not expect Me to discipline you. That teaches you nothing but obedience, and it serves no real purpose.
But, ah, when you become the Master of yourself, and you choose to use that to brighten the world — to come closer to all of Creation, you will see I have given you a gift.

And you will understand.


8 Oct 2022; 2300 hrs PDT
-TR

@TruthRascalHQ

This👆makes me happy seeing as how I just made several batches of homemade marshmallows using grass-fed gelatin and honey to give as gifts 😊

Blessings to All ✨💖✨

Love,
~TR

TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE YULETIDE
Twas the night before Yuletide and all through the glen
Not a creature was stirring, not a fox, not a hen.
A mantle of snow shone brightly that night
As it lay on the ground, reflecting moonlight.
The faeries were nestled all snug in their trees,
Unmindful of flurries and a chilly north breeze.
The elves and the gnomes were down in their burrows,
Sleeping like babes in their soft earthen furrows.
When low! The earth moved with a thunderous quake,
Causing chairs to fall over and dishes to break.
The Little Folk scrambled to get on their feet
Then raced to the river where they usually meet.
“What happened?” they wondered, they questioned, they probed,
As they shivered in night clothes, some bare-armed, some robed.
“What caused the earth’s shudder? What caused her to shiver?”
They all spoke at once as they stood by the river.
Then what to their wondering eyes should appear
But a shining gold light in the shape of a sphere.
It blinked and it twinkled, it winked like an eye,
Then it flew straight up and was lost in the sky.
Before they could murmur, before they could bustle,
There emerged from the crowd, with a swish and a rustle,
A stately old crone with her hand on a cane,
Resplendent in green with a flowing white mane.
As she passed by them the old crone’s perfume,
Smelling of meadows and flowers abloom,
Made each of the fey folk think of the spring
When the earth wakes from slumber and the birds start to sing.
“My name is Gaia,” the old crone proclaimed
in a voice that at once was both wild and tamed,
“I’ve come to remind you, for you seem to forget,
that Yule is the time of re-birth, and yet…”
“I see no hearth fires, hear no music, no bells,
The air isn’t filled with rich fragrant smells
Of baking and roasting, and simmering stews,
Of cider that’s mulled or other hot brews.”
“There aren’t any children at play in the snow,
Or houses lit up by candles’ glow.
Have you forgotten, my children, the fun
Of celebrating the rebirth of the sun?”
She looked at the fey folk, her eyes going round,
As they shuffled their feet and stared at the ground.
Then she smiled the smile that brings light to the day,
“Come, my children,” she said, “Let’s play.”
They gathered the mistletoe, gathered the holly,
Threw off the drab and drew on the jolly.
They lit a big bonfire, and they danced and they sang.
They brought out the bells and clapped when they rang.
They strung lights on the trees, and bows, oh so merry,
In colors of cranberry, bayberry, cherry.
They built giant snowmen and adorned them with hats,
Then surrounded them with snow birds, and snow cats and bats.
Then just before dawn, at the end of their fest,
Before they went homeward to seek out their rest,
The fey folk they gathered ‘round their favorite oak tree
And welcomed the sun ‘neath the tree’s finery.
They were just reaching home when it suddenly came,
The gold light returned like an arrow-shot flame.
It lit on the tree top where they could see from afar
The golden-like sphere turned into a star.
The old crone just smiled at the beautiful sight,
“Happy Yuletide, my children,” she whispered. “Good night.”

Poem author C.C. Williford

Good Night, Gorgeous Souls✨💖✨

Merry Christmas all!