Christinas Was Time of Good Sun-God to Pagans

Sun (Auckland), Volume III, Issue 854, 24 December 1929, Page 10

Christinas Was Time of Good Sun-God to Pagans

Rays That Cleanse and Strengthen

(Written for THE SUX by DR. 11. T. J. THACKER.) HAPPINESS is not a gift. It does not depend upon temperament. or lack of temperament, or even on wealth or health. It is a sort of diplomatic relation we maintain toward ourselves and other people. Christmas, 1929—1 et us make it happy.

The true story of man is the story of the taming of the wild man Inside every one of us. The human brain is either normal or abnormal, natural or unnatural, and where these two states verge on one another we pass from the land of health into the land of disease. When Christianity was in its infancy it was expedient, in order to hold the early converts, to make the festivals of the Church correspond as nearly as was practicable, with those to which these converts were accustomed, and which they knew. So we have at the winter solstice, our Christmas, and Easter (ol - Passover), at the Vernal, or spring, equinox. These festivals of course arose and were named in the Northern Hemisphere by our ancient forefathers perhaps many millions of years ago. Out of those mists and fogs have crept our civilisation, and our science, and any religion that now fears science must dishonour our God, and will commit suicide. This dim religious phantasy of Christmas is now again in the ether of our solar system, and it is in tune by its myriads of unseen vibrations, with every man’s, woman’s and child’s brain cell vibrations. There is nothing supernatural in our universe, and if something strange and unusual crops up, we must not sneer and be mirthful; but our modern intelligence must set itself to find out under what laws of nature such an occurrence has happened. Only 26 years ago the laugh was at a flying machine, and then the Wright Brothers flew. This feat was always there awaiting someone to find it out. The brotherhood of man seems just as impossible, but the Santa Claus atmosphere makes one think it must exist—it will happen. Wireless and radio is now a household god, a myth 20 years ago. “Astral vision,” and television —who knows when it will come?

Arbullmot Lane, tlie Mayo Bros., and the late Professor Ochsner, have practically called “Hold! Enough! ’ Can we not, they say, go farther back and prevent the codlin moth from laying its eggs in the apple blossom? The light to do that is coming, it is show-ing its red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and indigo vibrations on man’s mental horizon. Surely it is sense to think that if the evil devil starts in the stomach it must be something that is put into that gastric organ that causes it. Most authorities believe that gastric ulcers that do not heal rapidly under medical treatment should be treated surgically. When stomach symptoms, however mild, develop for the first time in a human being over 40 years of age, a careful diagnostic studyshould be made. Pain after food, discomfort or pain at any time, loss of appetite, loss of weight, breathlessness and anaemia—cancer has three stages, a latent period, a breathless anaemic period, and third, an observable period. The X-ray, with special meals, can tell us much. The gradual loss of hidden blood is the chief cause of anaemia in other forms of gastric and intestinal bowel cancer. Potted cures, and gland therapies, supplementing animal luzgmers, are good when the fire is alight, but whywait till then? Our skin is just one great magnetic mesh-work of nerve fibres and end bulbs that absorb and transmit nature’s frequency vibrations of health to all internal power stations. The sun is God’s power-house for His creatures and plants here on earth, therefore let its rays play upon your many-times cleansed skin. Into that most frequent., habitat of cancer, your stomach, put only nature's own-made, undefiled foods. They are, when raw and fresh, just bottled sunshine. If you have a diet spree on Christmas Day have it, and be done with it—“ Sweet it is at times to play the fool” —a Merry Christmas to all. “He who can turn his back on woes and sins, “And all the senseless things for

Those little drunken, doped, irresponsible cells of our cancer fiend’s constitution are now on our telemicroscope screen—-but not the perverting element. Our Lewis gun for them when ftey have arrived is radon—radium emanations and the electric cautery. Whence has the cancer arrived? It is an “end house concern,” like unto the last “depot cache” on the polar trip. Its existence depends on the “nerve energy” at Little America, and there, concealed , somewhere in our anatomy, is the propaganda to formulate and function an operable cancer. Cutting off this end bouse establishment will not wipe out that biochemical pathological “energy” that produced it—we must go back to the starting point, and that is “Nature.” Christmas was nature in the Pagan and Celtic days. It was the day of the good sun-god that ended the shortest flay, and began a lengthening of light. Our very primitive ancestors thought that the powers of darkness had slain their sun-god and that at* Christmas (Old World time) he had been reborn with new life and warmth to gladden the world. Think of them, icy-cold, snow-bound, hungry, isolated and in every privation. The days had grown shorter and the nights longer, colder and darker. Science, our exact religion, had not yet been tapped. All was dark.

which men strive, 'Has reached the place where" happiness begins, ‘And here on earth has entered Heaven alive.”

Those of 1,000,000 years ago must have thought that their, and now our, sun had died out. Thus their day of all the year to celebrate was the rebirth of the lifegiving sun.

Balder was the named gold of Scandinavia. Odin the life-giver of the German people, and Siegfried of the Teutonic tribes of the Rhine. He was overcome and slain by Hagen, who was the cursed symbol of selfishness, greed and possession. These were overcome by the Valkyrie lights, and the evil reign of selfish power, greed and hate was destroyed, and Christlike peace on earth and goodwill to man prevailed.

Orpheus, the god of music, through his lyre brought beauty and harmony to the Celtic race. He was the god of those Celts who wandered westward from the cradle of mankind at Mount Ararat, and who founded civilisations in Greece, Rome, Spain, Ireland, and Britain. Ireland’s national emblem today is the lyre and the shamrock green. Thus the lore and legends of the births and deaths of the sun gods in mid-winter, to be resurrected again in springtime Easter. The more dark and cold were those d#ys, the more the joy of the “Yulelog” and the bright lights of those Christmas trees. Then came to our planet that god like birth that gave us our “Prince of Peace,” a herald of peace and goodwill not to any few alone, but to all and to everything that lives. The shining example was to take men and women further away from ignorance and fear.

What is sill but the turning away from the natural to the unnatural, from the normal to the abnormal, and the wages, death? Has this Redeemer’s work been done? Not yet, for do we not daily hear and see the misery of disease on all sides, and mostly through avoidable channels?

Our vitiated, tastes and flavours cause us to make sink-pots of our dining chambers, our stomachs. Modern surgery can completely remove this most necessary organ, but such great surgeons as Sir Berkeley Moynihan, Sir