Christmas, alongside the Christian distortion of traditions that preceded it, is wonderful in its traditional form. But when it is mixed up in a way that makes people lose touch with its relationship to nature and the psychic content that unites us with it, it also becomes repulsive in its superficial convenience and false version of real authenticity that a diluted and lost communication with it is conveyed to us. We participate without feeling present. Without our inner attention using a language that is rooted in something that can convey the content of the psychic background whose processes engage and inspire us all the time with their own raw original power, and which is conveyed in conditions that constantly affect us for good and for worse in our lives. Where all our human conditions in different ways and at different levels of maturity are allowed to find its living form as an active participation with tradition as its tool. Instead of the exaggerated and haughty strict conventionality and political correctness that aim to suppress access to the undercurrents that can provide us with an expression of the true reality on which all relationships rest. In this sense, psychic growth and maturity become an obstacle rather than an asset. At the various ceremonial festivals of the year, where the significance of this has its traditional form and outlet, if anywhere, it is clear that we no longer have access to the wise maturity that belongs to our elders. Most of them have been deprived of the original access to the insight that our sources of inspiration provide us with in our lives. They become empty shells without content instead of an embodiment of the wisdom that inspiration conveys when it manifests as psyche. Fewer and fewer also have active access to the nature that unites us with the insight that enlighten us in our encounter with it. We have almost emptied our lives of the meaning of old age and old people. Which is clearly reflected in how we treat our old and what real old age means. Santa Claus has a deeper meaning for us separated from his current distorted form, in the primordial inner voice of our beingness, and the old wise figure we develop and relate to deep within us, and who is the energy that inspires us to manifest what we call inspiration, to this inner fulfillment that we are currently a part of and transform with our insight into psychic maturity. We have turned old age into a clinical symptom whose source of mental indifference we constantly replenish with ourselves. Where the sources of our meditative psychic self-observation we communicate with, as a part of the nature we are united with, withers away in the absence of the context and belonging it has lost in our social life.