We have all heard or said those words, and perhaps never believed them ourselves. Well it seems the insights of human behaviour have something to reveal that may change fantasy into fantastic reality.
Let’s start with a story.
I watched the film “X+Y” last night. It’s the story of a brilliant maths prodigy, Nathan, who experienced the world from somewhere along the spectrum of autism. The film is the story of his struggles to relate to the world in which he finds himself. His challenge is that he sees so much and so many layers in the world that are beautiful and wonder-full, that they fix his focus and attract his attention to the deeper, puzzling roots of living.
Nathan’s relationship with his Dad was both simple and complex, and as robust as it was fragile. You sensed that the father in the film saw himself in his son, but at a different part of the same journey. The father leading the way, knowing all the while that he was preparing his prodigy to overtake him and pioneer new paths for his own next generations to follow.
All too soon he would have to find his own way through a vast field of possibilities. It was as if his Dad was holding a door open for him that would, when he was ready, lead to a livable life in the world as he experienced it.
When the Dad was killed the door slammed shut and Nathan was left with only the few clues he could remember being gifted to him by his father.
Over time, with the help of a new guiding mentor and the provocation of life’s experiences, his own instincts and intuition were stimulated into life. Memories of his Dad, re-kindled through these experiences, spread out to connect with each other and form enough of a pattern for Nathan to find both meaning, and a path that he could walk to be normally enough different, able to live in world and honour his gift. X+Y, it turned out for him, equaled love.
The scene where his father was killed, with Nathan in the passenger seat beside him, was achingly painful. The boy was deep in his difference, seeing beyond the immediate manifestations of the material world to the patterns that brought it into being. His father was trying to reach down into that reverie of his son’s experience. Distracted as he was, death came suddenly and shockingly. It seemed to seem to Nathan that it was just another interlinked happening in the material world driven by the deeper patterns of truth. His quiet acceptance showing us that in that moment he was a powerless witness to these patterns and their seemingly inevitable consequences.
For most of us it also seems that because we are a part of the pattern, we are powerless to affect its course. But the great truth is that accepting that there is a pattern sets us free. The pattern is the deeper level of stimulus that provokes the material world we experience into existence, it is not itself, the material world.
On first becoming aware of its existence, we feel like Nathan in the car next to his Dad, a powerless and impotent stitch in a pattern that is too complex to comprehend let alone think you can control. So much so you wish that you no longer saw it, or knew of its existence. But once known there is no unknowing.
Nathan kept going toward the greater truth. What you see and experience in the world is not the stuff that dictates what is possible for you in this life. The extraordinary life that we all have the potential to live is stimulated at a much deeper level, a level that our own beliefs bring into being.
The flow of life’s events, if just witnessed as individual and isolated happenings seem random. A tiny part of the pattern on a Persian rug created by someone vaguely mysterious in some far far away land, as immaterial and irrelevant as Father Christmas. And I guess that is where many of us are right now. We are all that boy in the car next to his dead Dad, amazed by what we notice and dazed by what we cannot comprehend.
Perhaps these are clues to the primal role of pure belief, and surely this time of year gives us permission to re-kindle the childlike curiosity we all have. Reindeers really do know how to fly and the giving is the gift.
So my gift is this. The science of how we human beings work and the reality of the world we experience comes in to being based on deeply rooted beliefs formed in the grotto of our subconscious. Unwrap that thought and reality is simply a belief in its own existence. The belief then is the bit that’s real, not the existence. Do I believe in the existence of Father Christmas?
Ho Ho Oh yes. Because when we believe, we make it real.