Paramahansa Yogananda, The Second Coming of Christ

 We think of the baby Jesus as helpless in his crib, dependent on his mother’s milk and care; yet within that tiny form was the infinite Christ, the light of the universe in which we are all dancing as motion-picture shadows.  During one of our day-long Christmas meditations, when I prayed to see the baby Christ, the light of the spiritual eye in my forehead opened its rays, and I saw Jesus as an infant.  He appeared in such beauty and power of God.  All the forces of nature were playing in that baby-face.  In the light of those eyes the universe trembled–waiting for the command of those eyes.  Such was the infant the Wise Men beheld—a little child over whom the angels stood watch, and in whom the whole universal consciousness was manifest.