By Annie Dieu-Le-Veut
I know that Christmas isn’t the most favourite time of year for many of us, as everything we complain about – consumerism and false religious beliefs – seem to come together in a perfect storm; a state-sponsored enforced orgy of spending, eating, drinking and falling out with relatives that would even make a Roman emperor blanche.
Until last year, I would never celebrate Christmas – no Christmas decorations, no Christmas cards and no Christmas dinner – as a sort of protest. I was like Scrooge. I say ‘was’ because that all changed when, in a journey on the last Winter Solstice, a few days before Christmas, I received a visit from the Sugar Plum Faery. Continue reading “The Shamanic Origins of Father Christmas”