Christmas Meditations on the Twelve Holy Days

This book is a compilation of twenty-six years of my personal dedication to the twelve holy days of Christmas. The continuation of Christmas starts on December 26 through January 6. It’s very special to continue celebrating when most of the world believes it is over. For this reason I always keep my Christmas tree up until after the sixth.

Christmas has always been a very special time for me because Christmas Eve is my birthday. My mother named me Merry Christina. Somehow she didn’t pay attention to our last name. Merry Battles, that is how it has always been. I like the irony, the yin and yang of it. Although I’ve had many battles, in the end they have turned out merry.

I started this practice in 1977 when I officially started walking “the path” (the sacred path). When learning about the spiritual side of life becomes one’s greatest joy, you have stepped onto the path. I was always interested in spiritual things, ideas, and thoughts about the other worlds. I realized only a few years ago that within just three months I started my massage work, I took my first metaphysics class, and my sister Donna was diagnosed with terminal cancer. I began my physical study of the body along with the study of the Spirit.

About a year before this I went to a fund raising party at the airport. Donna was involved with the “Retreads,” a group of people who were in wheelchairs. Two planes were parked in a hangar while a cocktail party was going on inside. A local Metaphysical church donated their time for some psychic readings. While waiting for my reading, I was sitting in an airplane seat sipping my first cocktail. A man who was giving psychometry readings was sitting near me. I started to feel funny, a little light headed and dizzy, and thought “What in the world is going on?” When it was finally my turn, I gave him a ring. He sat there and held it for a few moments to see if he could pick up some impressions from it. The first words he said were, “Sometimes I feel like a Queen.” Well sometimes I did, but then other times I felt rotten. He told me I had many jewels in my crown but that they were cloudy. (We all receive spiritual “jewels” for our many lessons learned. They can be in our “breastplate” or our “Crown.”) He also told me that my daughter Hallae, who was four at the time, was my mother in another lifetime. That sounded right; she was always mothering me.

About half an hour later, my sister Marjorie came running up to me. “When you left the plane, the man who was doing readings jumped up to say, ‘Wait, Wait!’” I saw him a few minutes later and walked up to him. “I understand you were looking for me?” Lee said, “Do you remember me?” “You don’t mean from this lifetime, do you?” He shook his head no, and added that we knew each other in many lifetimes. I sat there for a few minutes and tried to remember. “I feel like I was very close to you, that you were my brother.” Lee gave me his card, and told me that if I remembered or needed him, to call him.