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On the holy night, as the clock struck midnight, an air of mystique enveloped the ancient forest. The moon's gentle glow illuminated the dense foliage, casting eerie shadows that danced on the forest floor. Whispers of enchantment whispered through the trees, as if beckoning the courageous and daring to venture deeper into the darkness. Legend had it that on this sacred night, a witch emerged from the depths of the forest. She was said to possess unparalleled powers, capable of granting wishes and unleashing both blessings and curses upon those she deemed deserving. Some feared her, deeming her a malevolent figure of the night, while others believed she offered a glimmer of hope and guidance in times of darkness.

“All the same, Shift,” said Puzzle [the donkey], “even if the skin only belonged to a dumb, wild lion, oughtn’t we to give it a decent burial? I mean, aren’t all lions rather— well, rather solemn? Because of you know Who. Don’t you see?” “Don’t you start getting ideas into your head, Puzzle,” said Shift. “Because, you know, thinking isn’t your strong point. We’ll make this skin into a fine warm winter coat for you.” “Oh, I don’t think I’d like that,” said the Donkey. “It would look—I mean, the other Beasts might think—that is to say, I shouldn’t feel—” “What are you talking about?” said Shift, scratching himself the wrong way up as Apes do. “I don’t think it would be respectful to the Great Lion, to Aslan himself, if an ass like me went about dressed up in a lion-skin,” said Puzzle. “Now don’t stand arguing, please,” said Shift. “What does an ass like you know about things of that sort? You know you’re no good at thinking, Puzzle, so why don’t you let me do your thinking for you?”

Tumnus clops by and drops his groceries in surprise at seeing a human a human, he soon recognizes, who is one of the four destined to overthrow the evil White Witch. The Whites, by law of conquest, by justice of civilization, are masters of the American continent, and the best safety of the frontier settlements will be secured by the total annihilation of the few remaining Indians.

Some feared her, deeming her a malevolent figure of the night, while others believed she offered a glimmer of hope and guidance in times of darkness. Rumors and stories of encounters with the witch spread throughout the nearby villages and towns. Some claimed to have witnessed her gracefully gliding through the night sky on her broomstick, while others insisted they felt her presence lurking behind them on moonlit nights.

Wizard from the lion witch and wardrobe

The Chronicles of Narnia : The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe

"The Chronicles of Narnia : The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe" was directed by Andrew Adamson, who also directed " Shrek "--another children's film that is meant to appeal to adults. The film was co-produced by Disney and something called Walden Media, which was founded by Philip F. Anschutz, a fundamentalist Christian supporter of the Republican Party and the CEO of Qwest. The avowed purpose of Walden is to spread morally uplifting films to children, especially those with a Christian theme, even if they are contained subliminally as they are in the Chronicles

This is a story of four children--two boys and two girls--living in London during WWII. Their mother ships them off to the countryside in order to escape Hitler's bombs. They are put up in a labyrinthine mansion owned by an aloof professor that is tended to by his irascible maid.

One day as the bored children are playing hide-and-seek, the younger girl discovers a wardrobe closet to hide in. As she burrows through the fur coats stored there, she eventually tumbles into a snow-covered forest just beyond the closet's exterior. There she meets a faun who has been instructed to kidnap her by the wicked White Witch who rules over this realm called Narnia . If she was accompanied by a pet dog, one can imagine her declaring, "Toto, I have a feeling we're not in England anymore."

Although C.S. Lewis was converted to Christianity by fellow Oxford don J.R. Tolkein and was obviously inspired by the Fellowship of the Ring, the more obvious literary antecedent is "Wizard of Oz". Instead of being transported into a parallel universe by a tornado, these children have a much less arduous path: through the back wall of a closet. Once there, they have to complete an identical mission: kill an evil witch. In "Wizard of Oz," Dorothy joins forces with a three anti-heroes, while in the Chronicle the children are allied with Aslan , the lion king of Narnia .

C.S. Lewis's film is drenched with Christian symbolism. Although Christ is often symbolized by a lamb, he is also the Lion of Judah. Under the grip of the White Witch, Narnia has not enjoyed a Christmas for 100 years--although there's plenty of snow. If the White Witch is killed, you see, the snow will end and spring will happily begin. In order for all this to transpire, it is necessary for prophecies to be fulfilled. In one of them, Aslan will have to sacrifice himself in order that one of the children, who has betrayed the others by going over to the White Witch, be redeemed and saved from death at her hands. (Although the White Witch is supposed to represent consummate evil, it was hard for me to work up a head of lather since she is played by Tilda Swinton , one of cinema's most appealing personalities.)

The film is pretty slow going until the final fight scene between the Forces of Good and the Forces of Evil. Despite being eminently Caucasian herself, all of the White Witch's minions seem to be rather dark-skinned, just as the Orcs were in "Fellowship of the Ring." Gosh, I wonder why.

If it is meant as Christian propaganda, one has to wonder if it is subverting its own goals through the inclusion of witches, fauns, centaurs and other creatures drawn from the ranks of mythology. Furthermore, the return of Christmas in this tale seems closer to the pagan roots of this holiday than to celebrating Jesus' birth. After all, putting up a pine tree as a symbol of the oncoming spring would owe more to Nordic ritual than the sort of austere Anglican theology favored by Lewis.

In any case, I doubt that any child will be converted to Christianity as a result of watching such a film. Speaking for myself, I found it entirely harmless just as I find films based on Tolkein and L. Frank Baum harmless.

I do confess that there is something that does bother me a bit. Baum, you will recall, was a newspaper man in South Dakota a decade before writing "Wizard of Oz." In editorial after editorial, he lashed out at the Lakota people and wrote the following on the occasion of the death of Sitting Bull:

"With his fall the nobility of the Redskin is extinguished, and what few are left are a pack of whining curs who lick the hand that smites them. The Whites, by law of conquest, by justice of civilization, are masters of the American continent, and the best safety of the frontier settlements will be secured by the total annihilation of the few remaining Indians. Why not annihilation? Their glory has fled, their spirit broken, their manhood effaced; better that they die than live the miserable wretches that they are. History would forget these latter despicable beings, and speak, in later ages of the glory of these grand Kings of forest and plain that Cooper loved to heroism.

"We cannot honestly regret their extermination, but we at least do justice to the manly characteristics possessed, according to their lights and education, by the early Redskins of America."

Which brings me back to Philip F. Anschutz, the Christian co-producer of "The Chronicles of Narnia : The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe." Five years ago, he was the CEO of an oil company before moving on to communications. In this capacity, he decided that oil profits were far more important than the rights of the same race that L. Frank Baum defamed.

"As remote as this place seems here in south-central Montana , a rambling valley of sagebrush and towering rocks far from any town, one is never truly alone. Looking on from scores of vantage points are colorful images of men and animals, among other illustrations, that were painted on the rock walls perhaps 1,000 years ago.

"Indian tribes that trace the presence of their ancestors here say they believe the spirits of their elders remain, making these 4,200 acres about 50 miles south of Billings a sacred place to them. Their name for Weatherman Draw is Valley of the Chiefs, and their oral histories teach that even enemies dropped their weapons to share the valley in peace.

"Yet now, the valley and its fading ancient art are at the center of a major conflict, one of the first that illustrates the kind of dispute that erupts when the nation struggles to balance energy needs with environmental and cultural concerns.

"In time, the conflict here might provide a model for resolving similar conflicts throughout the West.

"Just a quarter-mile from the heart of the valley, a Denver company, Anschutz Exploration, wants to explore for oil. Company officials say the valley might sit atop as many as 10 million barrels -- 420 million gallons -- making it a welcome addition to the country's fuel supply, said Bill Miller, a company vice president.

"Anschutz is owned by Philip F. Anschutz, one of the country's wealthiest businessmen and a major Republican donor."

"For more than seven years his oil company sought permission to drill here. But it was not until February, after President Bush took office, that the Bureau of Land Management approved one exploratory well."

(NY Times, June 22, 2001)

Fortunately, the Indians and their environmentalist allies were able to block Anschutz's blitz. Now, there's a drama that cries out for a cinematic treatment. We do face moral challenges in today's world, but the real heroes are those who fight real world corporate domination, not fairy tale witches and gremlins.

The film is pretty slow going until the final fight scene between the Forces of Good and the Forces of Evil. Despite being eminently Caucasian herself, all of the White Witch's minions seem to be rather dark-skinned, just as the Orcs were in "Fellowship of the Ring." Gosh, I wonder why.

Regardless of the tales, the witch remained a mystery, her true nature and intentions known only to herself. The witch's reputation drew the curious and the desperate alike to the forest on the holy night. They would embark on a perilous journey through the winding paths, eager to seek her counsel or exploit her powers for personal gain. But few returned unscathed, forever changed by their encounters with the supernatural. Among those who braved the dark forest was a young farmer named Jacob. With his heart heavy, burdened by the struggles he faced in his meager existence, he sought solace and a glimmer of hope from the witch. Armed with nothing but determination, he ventured forth, guided by his unwavering belief that the witch held the key to a better life. As Jacob traversed deeper into the forest, he felt an electric energy swirling around him. The air became heavy with anticipation, as though the forest itself held its breath. Branches creaked and rustled, whispering secrets that only the witch could decipher. After what seemed like an eternity, Jacob stumbled upon a small clearing. There, amidst the ancient trees, stood a figure cloaked in darkness, her eyes piercing with an otherworldly glow. It was the witch he had sought. With trepidation in his voice, Jacob shared his desires, his dreams, and his fears. He poured out his heart, yearning for a glimmer of hope in his seemingly bleak future. The witch listened intently, her expression inscrutable. Then, in a voice as melodic as a nightingale’s song, she spoke. The witch offered Jacob a choice, a chance to change his life with a single word. She warned him of the consequences that lay ahead, cautioning him to consider his desires carefully. For every wish granted, a sacrifice had to be made, the price of the witch's magic. Jacob pondered the witch's offer, weighing his options and contemplating the true cost of his desires. With newfound clarity, he realized that true happiness lay not in material wealth or power but in the love and contentment he already possessed. Thanking the witch for her counsel, Jacob turned away, his heart filled with gratitude and a renewed sense of purpose. He had come seeking answers and had found them within himself. As he retraced his steps back through the mystical forest, he felt a sense of peace and belonging, knowing that his journey had brought him closer to discovering his own true power. And so, the witch on the holy night continued to exist in the shadows, forever offering guidance to those who sought it. Her mysteries and powers remained intact, reminding all who encountered her that the true magic lay not in external forces but in the self. So, embrace the night, and let the witch guide you through your own mystical journey of self-discovery..

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