The Double

Following are two excerpts. The first is from a book I've just discovered on the Internet called The Magic Story; and the second is from an article by the Temple of the Presence called Individual I AM Presence. Note how similar both are even though they are written from different perspectives.

Actually they reflect what I believe to be true that my life experiences depend on what "channel" I'm listening to. When I'm listening to world beliefs life is a struggle; but when I'm listening to my True Self then life is effortless and filled with magic and wonder.

With love,
Enocia

Related articles: Tuning into the Love Station - Revisited; My Past, Present and Future Self; Living in Easy World

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I will not discourse at length upon the gradual degeneration of my energies. It is not meet ever to dwell much upon misfortunes (which saying is also worthy of remembrance).

It is enough if I add that the day came where I possessed naught wherewith to purchase food and raiment, and I found myself like unto a pauper, save at infrequent times when I could earn a few pence, or mayhap, a shilling. Steady employment I could not secure, so I became emaciated in body, and naught but skeleton in spirit. My condition, then, was deplorable; not so much for the body, be it said, as for the mental part of me, which was sick unto death. In my imagination I deemed myself ostracized by the whole world, for I had sunk very low indeed; and here beginneth the sixth and final lesson to be acquired, (which cannot be told in one sentence, nor in one paragraph, but must needs be adopted from the remainder of this tale).

Well do I remember my awakening, for it came in the night, when, in truth, I did awake from sleep. My bed was a pile of shavings in the rear of the cooper shop where once I had worked for hire; my roof was the pyramid of casks, underneath which I had established myself. The night was cold, and I was chilled, albeit, paradoxically, I had been dreaming of light and warmth and of the depletion of good things. You will say, when I relate the effect the vision had on me, that my mind was affected. So be it, for it is the hope that the minds of others might be likewise influenced which disposes me to undertake the labor of this writing. It was the dream which converted me to the belief - nay, to the knowledge - that I was possessed of two entities: and it was my own better self that afforded me the assistance for which I had pleaded in vain from my acquaintances. I have heard this condition described by the word "double." Nevertheless, that word does not comprehend my meaning. A double, can be naught more than a double, neither half being possessed of individuality. But I will not philosophize, since philosophy is naught but a suit of garments for the decoration of a dummy figure.

Moreover, it was not the dream itself which affected me; it was the impression made by it, and the influence that it exerted over me, which accomplished my enfranchisement. In a word, then, I encouraged my other identity. After toiling through a tempest of snow and wind, I peered into a window and saw that other being. He was rosy with health; before him, on the hearth, blazed a fire of logs; there was a conscious power and force in his demeanor; he was phisically and mentally muscular. I rapped timidly upon the door, and he bade me enter. There was a not unkindly smile of derision in his eyes as he motioned me to a chair by the fire; but he uttered no word of welcome; and, when I had warmed myself, I went forth again into the tempest, burdened with the shame which the contrast between us had forced upon me. It was then that I awoke; and here cometh the strange part of my tale, for, when I did awake, I was not alone. There was a Presence with me; intangible to others, I discovered later, but real to me.

The Presence was in my likeness, yet it was strikingly unlike. The brow, not more lofty than my own, yet seemed more round and full; the eyes, clear, direct, and filled with purpose, glowed with enthusiasm and resolution; the lips, chin - ay, the whole contour of face and figure was dominant and determined. He was calm, steadfast, and self-reliant; I was cowering, filled with nervous trembling, and fearsome of intangible shadows. When the Presence turned away, I followed, and throughout the day I never lost sight of it, save when it disappeared for a time beyond some doorway where I dared not enter; at such places, I awaited its return with trepidation and awe, for I could not help wondering at the temerity of the Presence (so like myself, and yet so unlike) in daring to enter where my own feet feared to tread.

It seemed also as if purposely, I was led to the place and to the men where, and before whom I most dreaded to appear; to offices where once I had transacted business; to men with whom I had financial dealings. Throughout the day I pursued the Presence, and at evening saw it disappear beyond the portals of a hostelry famous for its cheer and good living. I sought the pyramid of casks and shavings.

Not again in my dreams that night did I encounter the Better Self (for that is what I have named it), albeit, when, perchance, I awakened from slumber, it was near to me, ever wearing that calm smile of kindly derision which could not be mistaken for pity, nor for condolence in any form. The contempt of it stung me sorely.

The second day was not unlike the first, being a repetition of its forerunner, and I was again doomed to wait outside during the visits which the Presence paid to places where I fain would have gone had I possessed the requisite courage. It is fear which deporteth a man's soul from his body and rendereth it a thing to be despised. Many a time I essayed to address it but enunciation rattled in my throat, unintelligible; and the day closed like its predecessor. This happened many days, one following another, until I ceased to count them; albeit, I discovered that constant association with the Presence was producing an effect on me; and one night when I awoke among the casks and discerned that he was present, I made bold to speak, albeit with marked timidity.

"Who are you?" I ventured to ask; and I was startled into an upright posture by the sound of my own voice; and the question seemed to give pleasure to my companion, so that I fancied there was less of derision in his smile when he responded.

"I am that I am," was the reply. "I am he who you have been; I am he who you may be again; wherefore do you hesitate? I am he who you were, and whom you have cast out for other company. I am the man made in the image of God, who once possessed your body. Once we dwelt within it together, not in harmony, for that can never be, nor yet in unity, for that is impossible, but as tenants in common who rarely fought for full possession. Then, you were a puny thing, but you became selfish and exacting until I could no longer abide with you, therefore I stepped out. There is a plus-entity and minus-entity in every human body that is born into the world. Whichever one of these is favored by the flesh becomes dominant; then is the other inclined to abandon its habitation, temporarily or for all time. I am the plus-entity of yourself; you are the minus-entity. I own all things; you possess naught. That body which we both inhabited is mine, but it is unclean, and I will not dwell within it. Cleanse it, and I will take possession."

"Why do you pursue me?" I next asked of the Presence.

"You have pursued me, not I you. You can exist without me for a time, but your path leads downward, and the end is death. Now that you approach the end, you debate if it be not politic that you should cleanse your house and invite me to enter. Step aside, from the brain and the will; cleanse them of your presence; only on that condition will I ever occupy them again."

"The brain has lost its power," I faltered. "The will is a weak thing, now; can you repair them?"

"Listen!" said the Presence, and he towered over me while I cowered abjectly at his feet.

"To the plus-entity of a man, all things are possible. The world belongs to him, - is his estate. He fears naught, dreads naught, stops at naught; he asks no privileges, but demands them; he dominates, and cannot cringe; his requests are orders; opposition flees at his approach; he levels mountains, fills in vales, and travels on an even plane where stumbling is unknown."

Thereafter, I slept again, and, when I awoke, I seemed to be in a different world. The sun was shining and I was conscious that birds twittered above my head. My body, yesterday trembling and uncertain, had become vigorous and filled with energy. I gazed upon the pyramid of casks in amazement that I had so long made use of it for an abiding place, and I was wonderingly conscious that I had passed my last night beneath its shelter.

The events of the night recurred to me, and I looked about me for the Presence. It was not visible, but anon I discovered, cowering in a far corner of my resting place, a puny abject shuddering figure, distorted of visage, deformed of shape, disheveled and unkempt of appearance. It tottered as it walked, for it approached me piteously; but I laughed aloud, mercilessly. Perchance I knew then that it was the minus-entity, and that the plus-entity was within me; albeit I did not then realize it. Moreover, I was in haste to get away; I had no time for philosophy. There was much for me to do - much; strange it was that I had not thought of that yesterday. But yesterday was gone - today was with me - it had just begun. The Magic Story, author unknown

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This Individual Presence, the real you, is a glorious, living, self-conscious, omnipotent, creative Being, full of Love, Joy and Boundless Optimism about your future together. It uses a body in appearance much like your own physical body, only composed of Sacred Fire, vibrating far outside the range of your physical senses. This body we call the Electronic Body (the topmost figure in the portrait). This Electronic Body vibrates so rapidly that it remains eternally youthful, beautiful and perfect, regardless of what is going on with your physical body, which wears out quickly due to the incorrect use of the creative God Life, which each of us ignorantly misqualifies in the form of negative karmic patterns, continuing to limit us throughout our many Earthly lifetimes.

Due to our inability to perceive this Presence directly, It is obliged to step down the intensity of Its own transcendent fiery nature, but without compromising Its own inherent Perfection. The stepped-down expression of the Presence is called in the Bible, the "only begotten of the Father," and is known as your Holy Christ Self (the central figure). You see the Christ Self shown in the act of enveloping your outer consciousness with its own Light Body and overshadowing you with the Golden Light of the Christ Mind. Your Holy Christ Self maintains a direct outpost of its own Consciousness within your heart in the form of a Threefold Flame, expressing there the Love, Wisdom and Power of your Presence. Individual I AM Presence

Creating My Own News Headlines

People complain that the national newspapers are filled with negative stories and terrible predictions.

The way I see it, complaining keeps one at the effects level and you end up experiencing much of the same. I say instead of complaining, why not create my own news headlines that will give rise to the equivalent stories?

I can create headlines that I wish to experience in my personal experiences and headlines I wish to see in the world at large.

I know that whatever news headlines I think of will be made manifest because the thought is the very thing itself.

Most importantly, it's fun creating my own news headlines.

I am the editor in chief of my own newspaper and creating my own headlines.

Enocia

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Tuning into the Love Station - Revisited

For me, life is a choice between two radio stations: the Love Station and the World Station. In the Love Station, all its programmes are hosted by and are about my True Self. While I'm listening to the Love Station, I feel joyful, inspired, and I am reminded of my greatness.

In the World Station, all its programmes are hosted by and about Fear; and the programmes leave me feeling insecure and fearful.

For me, the spiritual path is about learning how to stay tuned to the Love Station and letting that frequency of my True Self express in all aspects of life.

In the middle of last night I woke up from a dream. The first thing I noticed was that I could hear a ringing in my right ear. Now there are two kinds of ringing I experience: one that sounds like what is referred to as Tinnitus; and the other ringing which is the inner sound of my True Self. This ringing was the Tinnitus kind which is a sign that I wasn't listening to the Love Station.

The first thing I did was I gave thanks for everything. I repeated thoughts of gratitude over and over until I could hear the ringing transform into the inner sound and I was filled with exceeding joy. I then asked to be kept at that frequency. After a while, I fell asleep. When I woke up again I could still hear the inner sound of my True Self reminding me I was still tuned to the Love Station. I went back to sleep. When I woke up this morning I could still hear sweet love songs coming from the Love Stations.

You are listening to the Love Station at V8 FM.

Have a wonder-full day because you're worth it!

Enocia

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More About the Inner Sound

I have written elsewhere about a sound I hear in my head which is the voice of my True Self. Actually this sound is a combination of all my spiritual attributes being expressed as one voice. Some of these attributes include:

Abundance, Acceptance, Beauty, Bliss, Boundlessness, Brilliance, Clarity, Creativity, Energy, Faith, Freedom, Friendship, Fulfilment, Gentleness, Goodness, Grace, Harmony, Imagination, Infinity, Inspiration, Intelligence, Joy, Life, Light, Limitlessness, Love, Magic, Majesty, Oneness, Order, Originality, Peace, Perfection, Power, Presence, Purity, Radiance, Reality, Simplicity, Steadfastness, Symmetry, Truth, Unity, Vision, Wealth, Wholeness, Wisdom, Wonder...and much more.

No wonder if feels so blissful listening to the inner sound.

How do I apply this sound in practice?

Let's say I'm not feeling well, when I listen to the sound, I am being Wholeness, which will express as a feeling of well-being in physical form.

When I need to feel nurtured and I listen to the sound, I am being Love which will express either as a feeling of love or I will experience love from someone.

When I need to confirm what my next move should be and I listen to the sound, I am being Clarity, Vision, and Truth which will express as the equivalent experience I need at that moment.

There are limitless ways to apply the sound in my life experiences.

I am the Inner Sound.

Enocia

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Counting My Blessings

Many years ago I met this guy at a bookshop. Over the years I've been seeing him around at various bookshops. We usually chat about how blessed we are to be able to sit and read in bookshops; to be able to walk the streets without fear; to have such an excellent transport system in London; to have lovely parks and galleries to explore; to be in perfect health; and to have friends to share life with.

Speaking of bookshops, I was sitting in one yesterday evening. I find bookshops are a great place to relax, even if I'm not reading. At the time they were playing songs from Michael Jackson's albums "Thriller" and "Off the Wall." I hadn't heard those songs in years. I used to have both albums. At one time I couldn't go to sleep without listening to the "Off the Wall" album. What a talented musician! I was so grateful to the bookshop for taking me on a lovely trip down memory lane.

Soon an elderly-looking woman appeared. The only space available was the space between me and this man. Although it was a tight squeeze, I didn't mind sharing the sofa. When I smelled the overwhelming pungent smell of urine coming from the woman, bless her heart, I wanted to swap seats, but they were all occupied. I put out a thought that I wanted more space. After a while I was compelled to look to the other side of the room where I spotted a vacant chair and I grabbed it.

On my way home, all my buses arrived when I wanted them and I was able to travel in comfort.

When I was knee-high to a grasshopper, I was taught this prayer:

Thank you for the world so sweet,
Thank you for the food we eat.
Thank you for the birds that sing,
Thank you God for everything. Source

That about covers it. Amen.

Enocia

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Ultrasound

Earlier this month I heard that a friend had passed away from lung cancer. It got me thinking about Ultrasound treatments.

What is ultrasound?

"Ultrasound is cyclic sound pressure with a frequency greater than the upper limit of human hearing." Ultrasound

There are now various kinds of ultrasound treatments.

Maternity units use ultrasound based technology to view the unborn baby on the screen. Although I've never been pregnant, I have experienced a similar technology when I used to have consistent pain in my pelvic area, which they used to scan my insides to see if there was anything wrong.

Years ago when I had an injury in my knee, my physiotherapist used to give me ultrasound treatments. Although it didn't work for me, I enjoyed our weekly sessions together as he was fun to chat to.

Ultrasound is also used to treat cancer and other kinds of tumours. Unfortunately, some patients find the treatments make them nauseous and lose their hair.

In Living in My Head, I wrote about how I am constantly hearing an inner sound in my head which is immensely blissful. I first started hearing it during meditation. The more I meditated, the louder it got. The sound was not like the every day sounds I could pick up with my hearing, it's more a frequency that seemed to be coming from inside my head. Now I can hear it all the time, I came to realise that the sound was my True Self. So over the years, I have been getting to know myself by simply listening to the sound.

I have observed that the sound can transmute itself into thoughts, pictures and ideas; or as an Inner Voice that teaches me. Thus, when I ask a question the Voice answers it. The Voice also lets me have information I need to be aware of at that moment. Most of the time, I'm simply downloading information that seek expression at the most inconvenient moments, like in the middle of the night, when I would be "woken" up and be filled with ideas. The sound seems to have no regard for my beauty sleep.

I have observed that the sound can transmute itself into feelings of peace and joy. For instance, as Peace, I feel like I'm being embraced and I lose all sense of my physical body. I am one with Peace. It's a wonderful feeling. I can go about my business as Peace and witness how Peace transmutes atmospheres into peace. Ditto joy and love.

I have observed that the sound can transmutes itself into experiences. If there is something I want to experience, I listen to the sound and I'll soon end up having an experience that matches my intent.

I have observed that I can feel nourished and energised by listening to the sound in rather the same way a mobile phone feels nourished when you plug it into the mains. For instance, yesterday I didn't feel like eating any food, apart from two bars of chocolates. When I went home, I drank some water and watched some television. Then I decided to have an early night. I spent most of the night listening to the sound. While I was listening, I felt myself being energised and revitalised. Who needs food when I can listen to the sound? Apart from chocolate, Vimto and Weetabix, of course.

I have observed that the Sound is ultra sensitive to discordant thoughts, feelings, beliefs, and experiences and transmutes them to match its frequency. I have observed this lots of times when I've noticed an environment will feel uplifted when I'm the room and am listening to the sound. Even in my own personal experience, I find I cannot have "negative" thoughts when I'm listening to the sound. I've carried out many experiments where I've tried to be angry or think fearful thoughts while tuned into the sound and it's been impossible.

I have also observed I can share the experience with others. When my mother, who I am living with, hasn't been feeling well, I have simply listened to the sound with the intention of blessing her with love and she's woken up feeling better.

Believe it or not, there have been many times when I've forgotten to listen to the sound. The moment I remember I can remedy the situation. For instance, a few months back I had a cough. After a few days of coughing I remembered the sound. So I sat down quietly and listened to the inner sound. Within half an hour the cough was gone.

Back to the topic in hand, I believe the inner sound is very much like an ultrasound that can be used to dissolve and transmute experiences into love in a powerful and gentle way. Unlike ultrasounds in the hospitals, my inner sound is readily available and costs nothing.

I believe the purpose of the inner sound is to remind me of my nature as the True Self. All I need to do is listen to it and I'll have experiences that are in harmony with its frequency. When I'm listening to the inner sound, I am living under grace.

Since I shared my experience on the Internet about the inner sound/inner silence, I've received lots of comments from readers who also hear this sound within.

May you all get to experience the power of the ultrasound within.

I am the inner sound.

Enocia

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Confirmation

There I was sitting at a bus stop waiting for my bus, as I do. A boy aged about five or six and his two sisters appeared, and he sat next to me. He stared at me. I smiled but he didn't return my smile. Just as my bus was approaching he started singing:

"Oooh child, things are going to get easier."

I knew he was confirming the guidance I had been receiving about the coming weeks.

Oooh child things are gonna get easier,
Oooh child things'll get brighter,
Oooh child things are gonna get easier,
Oooh child things'll get brighter Oooh Child, lyrics

Thank you for confirming what I already know.

Enocia

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Living in My Head

I've recently noticed that the top of my head, the front part in particular, has become so sensitive that when I have a shower it's very ticklish; so ticklish that it makes me laugh out loud. So now having a shower feels like I'm having a Synergistic Energetic eXchange, as Neale Donald Walsch would put it. Waves and waves of pleasure.

Actually, I get this ticklish sensation when I tune into my Crown Chakra. Don't ask me how I do it, I just seem to connect inside my head and then I feel something tickling inside which leads to shivers running down my spine and I feel goosebumps all over my body. It feels wonderful. I also feel very energised after this experience.

What is the Crown Chakra? Here's one definition I can relate to:

7th Chakra - Crown Chakra - located at the top of the head; the light of Universal energy; pure being. You bring your exterior and interior lives into harmony. You are no longer separated from the object of your perception.

This is the Energy Center of Divine Purpose & Destiny; the I AM I, the union with your own source - you are totally aware of your true self. This Chakra, when in alignment, makes you feel at one with the universe; Spiritual development is the essence of this Chakra. Crown Chakra

What I'm effectively doing is I'm being my true self. I can also hear a constant sound that goes "eeee" inside my head, which I tend to listen to during meditation, before I got to sleep, or when I feel like it. This sound is immensely blissful. However, during the day, where there are lots of distractions, I find it's easier to simply tune into my Crown Chakra; I know I'm connected when I feel those goosebumps.

When I'm inside my head, I'm in my own Love sanctuary and being myself without influence from the world. It is in my sanctuary that I receive lots of ideas and guidance. In fact, I tend to live inside my head most of the time. :-)

I also believe that in my head, I'm one with the all.

I love living in my head.

Enocia

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Connections

As my local shop didn't have the bus pass in stock. I walked to the local tube (underground) station to get my weekly pass. After I had bought it I went to the local bus station to catch my bus. My bus was already at the stop. A man ahead ran to catch it and I was close behind, but the bus took off.

The man was upset about it. He believed the driver must have seen us running in his rear view mirror but drove off anyway. I told him not to worry because buses in London are two a penny.

There was another man at the bus stop. He said he doesn't usually travel this route. He came to this station intending to catch a bus but he was so engrossed in his walkman, he hadn't realised he'd got on the wrong bus. He said that he believed it was a wake-up call for him to get back in line with Love. I told him that it is possible I missed my bus and he got on the wrong bus because we were meant to meet up.

My friend turned out to be a kindred spirit. He spoke about how there is so much love around but you're not going to experience it unless you connect to it. After chatting for about 5 minutes, my bus arrived and I said goodbye.

It turns out my friend's comment about love was reflecting a conversation I had last night with another friend who lives in our neighbourhood. I haven't seen in a while and have been wondering if she's now at university. I saw her when I was walking home. She told me about a young girl who had been attacked in the neighbourhood and warmed me to be careful. I told her I trust in Love. She said the girl who was attacked came from a Christian family. My friend said she was very angry with the guys concerned and asked if she was wrong for feeling that way. I said I would pray for the girl and the boys.

So what my friend at the bus stop was saying that unless you are aware of Love's presence, you're not going to make any use of it.

Back to my friend at the bus stop; it's amazing the lengths Love will go to connect like-minds. Whether people end up doing anything about it is another matter. As the saying goes, you can lead a horse to water but you can't make him drink.

Enocia

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Oh No, Not More Football!

Actually, this football story in the Metro made me chuckle.

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Percy pig is a happy hammer

Thursday, January 24, 2008

He's so good he ought to play for West Ham (sorry). Or at least Swine-don Town (sorry again).

Percy the pig has been transformed into a midfield maestro ever since his owners at a rescue centre gave him a football to play with.

The six-month-old rare-breed Kune Kune pig had started life on a council estate but outgrew his surroundings.

However, when he relocated to Wildlives centre at Thorrington, near Colchester, he struggled to adapt until he was thrown a ball.

Wildlives' Rosie Catford said Percy was football crazy. She said: 'He enjoys kicking the ball around. If we throw it, Percy will run after it and play with it.'

For the picture of Percy see Percy, the football pig

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I can just see all those football managers scrambling to sign Percy to their teams. Percy had better set up a piggy-bank account. And pigs might fly. Oink, oink! ;-)

Enocia

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Bring It On!

In a previous piece called Love, Laughter and Happiness, I wrote about how I was able to receive a friend's email of smilies as "love, laughter and happiness all merged into one. I felt so happy that I couldn't contain it so I sent it to everyone in the Universe."

This was my response to him:

You know something, I received your message this morning as a feeling. Thank you.

Here's an article dedicated to you. (smilies). Love, Laughter and Happiness

His reply was:

Amazing ! you are very much true ! I was thinking about you and felt lots of love to you and planned to play flute for you !

Thanks a lot for your reply. I will read the article.
Love You Lot, (smilie)

If I can sense my friend's love in such an overwhelming manner, imagine what it feels like when I pick up on two people's love. What if I were to multiply that love by 100, then a 1,000, and a million. Imagine what it feels like to feel all of humanity's love.

Imagine what it feels like to feel all the love in the universe that is God? Can you handle it?

I reckon most people filter out these strong feelings because they can't handle it. It's a lot easier to be in misery than to be open up to this overwhelming feeling of love.

The irony is that it is the feeling of joy, happiness and gratitude that attracts our dreams. In other words, when I'm feeling joy and gratitude, I attract experiences that make me feel joy and gratitude and it snowballs from there. Stay in misery and you attract more experiences to feel miserable about.

To anyone who wants to send me love and happiness, all I have to say is: bring it on! If it gets too much I can always share it with the Universe. As I see it, there's no point having all that happiness if I can't share it.

Enocia

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Love, Laughter and Happiness

This morning I woke up with an overwhelming feeling of love, laughter and happiness all merged into one. I felt so happy that I couldn't contain it so I sent it to everyone in the Universe.

Then I felt this whoosh of happiness back at me, which I sent out; and it kept coming back at me. All the people I've met this morning have been brimming with happiness.

I feel like I'm living in that song that the British comedy duo, Morecambe and Wise, used to sing at the end of their shows.

Altogether now...

Bring me Sunshine, in your smile,
Bring me Laughter, all the while,
In this world where we live, there should be more happiness,
So much joy you can give, to each brand new bright tomorrow,

Make me happy, through the years,
Never bring me, any tears,
Let your arms be as warm as the sun from up above,
Bring me fun, bring me sunshine, bring me love.

Bring me Sunshine, in your eyes,
Bring me rainbows, from the skies,
Life's too short to be spent having anything but fun,
We can be so content, if we gather little sunbeams,

Be light-hearted, all day long,
Keep me singing, happy songs,
Let your arms be as warm as the sun from up above,
Bring me fun, bring me sunshine, bring me love. Bring Me Sunshine, lyrics

I love that song.

The first email I read this morning from a friend didn't have any words but various smilies showing a grin, laughter, wink, smile, a rose and love and kisses. My friend was simply expressing his feelings.

Is it any wonder why I woke up feeling so happy?

Thank you so much, my darling friend. Your message has been received loud and clear.

I love you too. :-D

Enocia

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Unopposed

adj. Not challenged by another: The candidate was unopposed in the campaign. Definition of Unopposed

"If the power was in you to create it, then the power is in you to change it." Urban Shaman by Serge Kahili King, p. 75

I used to have experiences where I would wake up from a dream and go about my business then I would remember I'm not awake but still dreaming. I would then wake up from the dream, go to the bathroom, and then realise I'm still asleep. I remember once this happened three times. When I finally woke up "for real" I had to pinch myself to make sure I wasn't still sleeping.

I believe that dream was a "wake up" call to remind me that life is a dream.

Just because I've woken up from my sleeping dream doesn't mean this is Reality. I know this waking reality is no different from the sleeping dream; they are both dreams. In my sleeping dreams there is nothing to oppose me; no beliefs in time/space; no beliefs in limitations and sickness; no laws of cause/effect; no identifying myself as a mere mortal. I am Omnipotent Mind. The moment I have a thought it is manifested instantly. The moment I think of someone that person appears. Although I can fly and levitate in my dreams, I tend to appear wherever I need to be instantly. Most of my dreams are symbolic of what I'm preoccupied with at the time, or about people I've been thinking of.

If this reality, where I'm typing this article, is another dream, how come things don't manifest instantly as they do in my sleeping dreams?

It depends on whether I'm aware I'm in a dream or not. What tends to happen when I "wake up" from the sleeping dream is I identify myself as a person with likes and dislikes, living in a different reality that is subject to natural laws. The truth of the matter is whether I'm asleep or awake, I'm in a dream. I am the dreamer of dreams and never stop being the same unstoppable, omnipotent dreamer. Put another way, a rose is a "rose in any location."

What happens when I identify myself as human living on earth subject to laws of time/space, of decline and limitations, I'm simply dreaming myself as a human subject to limitation. Nothing can oppose what I am dreaming, even when I'm dreaming myself as limited. Thus, if I believe I am a victim, then I'm simply going to dream up an experience representing my belief. That's why it's important for me to stay lucid i.e. be conscious that I am in dream, and enjoy the wonder of dreaming.

Speaking of dreaming, I've just read an article about Jo-Wilfred Tsonga, the French unseeded tennis player, who defeated Rafael Nadal (world no. 2) to get to the Australian finals. This is what Tsonga had to say:

"It is like a dream and nothing could stop me today," the world No 38, born of a Congolese father and French mother whose second cousin is Charles N’Zogbia, the Newcastle United footballer, said. "I am just so happy. It was my tactic to hit every ball and everything was in, so what more can I say? Every day for me is like a dream, I can’t believe it is true." TimesOnline

Tsonga realises he's in a dream; he is the dreamer dreaming himself hitting every ball perfectly, and so it is.

I am the lucid dreamer of dreams and I stand unopposed.

Enocia

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See also: A Rose in Any Location

The Path of Self-Mastery

Contrary to popular opinion, not everyone believes that our lot in life is to work hard, grow old and die. Some people are on the path of Self-Mastery where you are released from the death-birth cycle.

The following article is by Leonard Orr, which I think is excellent. It refutes the belief most have that death is inevitable.

All my gratitude to Leonard, Joanna Cherry, and all those on the path of Self-mastery.

Enocia

Related article: The Path of Love

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The Unconscious Death Urge

The Death Urge
by Young Leonard Orr

The death urge is a psychic entity that usually overcomes the rational mind and splits the body off from the Eternal spirit and destroys it. The physical body without the eternal aliveness of Life Itself becomes stiffer - more solid - until the Spirit drops it to become dust. The Bible calls the rational mind the great adulterer which seduces us away from the Spirit which is ultimate reality beyond the mind and the Source of the mind. The mind can go 100 miles per hour, but the body can not until it becomes a light body. The subtle currents of physical death urge elude the mind in its pursuit of worldly success or divine service (which is just another form of worldly success) until it is too late to change the habits we are in bondage to. The basic habits that kill most people are too obvious to mention: food, money, sleep, family, home, business, car, etc. Most people, of course, choose physical death as a result of popular religious conditioning.

Popular, orthodox religion is the institutionalized adulterer. By definition, organized religion can never embody the Eternal Life of the Eternal Spirit, even though it outlives the individual. To make religion orthodox is to kill it. People who trust organization more than their own Eternal Spirit are doomed to be on the birth-death cycle until they learn to live in the reality above the mind. The unconscious death urge is caused by two basic sources. One is the belief system that death is inevitable and beyond our control. This belief is taught by parents to children generation after generation along with numerous corollaries of self sabotaging thoughts that sabotage our natural divinity.

The other is what I call emotional energy pollution. Excess mind energy is always spinning in our aura and the auras of every other person. When we are in the presence of another person we collect some of this mind stuff like psychic dirt. If we don't get rid of it by bathing twice per day and other spiritual purification practices, we become miserable and feel like dying after a while. We collect emotional energy in our guts - the solar plexus first which is the social chakra, then it spreads throughout our whole energy body and makes us feel heavy. It produces the guru belly phenomena and other physical problems. Immersing our solar plexus in water - soaking in the bath or even showers - and sitting with an open fire cleans our aura. Fire literally burns away the death urge we collect from other people.

Emotional energy contains information that can give us diseases and make us feel like dying. The pure presence of one person can also heal another.

The only way you can conquer the death urge is to outlive it. We can only outlive it by developing the habits of aliveness: mantra yoga, earth, air, water, fire purification and spiritual community. Earth is fasting and exercise; air is breathing energy as well as air; water is bathing; fire is learning to live with an open flame; and spiritual community means to have a guru - spiritual teacher - or at least a friend on the path to enlightenment. A body in motion tends to stay in motion until acted upon by an outside force.

We are the victims of our habits. Other people are the outside force. We can look for the guru in every other person and thing, but there is no substitute for an enlightened friend who can accelerate our transformation from mortal to immortal consciousness that includes our physical body. Babaji-the Eternal Father in human form, the Angel of the Lord in the Bible, or Shiva Yogi - the Eternal Youth, perfected my knowledge of eternal life in 1980 when he finished editing my Physical Immortality book. Since then, He has expanded my understanding and mastery of the principles on a daily basis, which I am glad to share with people who are interested. Obviously, suicide and homicide is another manifestation of the death urge. Auto accidents are a disguised form of suicide and homicide.

Physical immortality philosophy provides a context and support to unravel the death urge. The death urge contains the ugliest of human emotions. It is a psychic entity we are better off without. As long as we are mind and the Eternal Spirit, we will always have the power to leave or to destroy the body, or to transfigure and ascend with our physical body.

Who needs an unconscious death urge anyway? Spiritual purification exercises are the fast and easy way to total victory. Babaji says,

The wise do spiritual practices
Recommended titles by Leonard Orr on this subject:

Healing the Death Urge
Breaking the Death Habit
Physical Immortality
The Common Sense of Physical Immortality
The Science of Personal Aliveness (tape)
Physical Immortality Today (tape)

Leonard Orr's books & tapes as well as a selection of other very valuable materials are available for sale on this web site or at Inspiration University, ph +1-(540) 885-0551 - fax (540) 885-1230 Information about the Leonard Orr Training Center is available on this website. Or call (540) 885-0551

On the Same Page

The other day, a friend and I were sitting in the cafe putting the world to rights from a spiritual perspective. After we finished our tea, we went to listen to a talk on the Internet called Reversing Decline in Health and Living.

It was interesting that a lot of the ideas being discussed was what my friend and I had been discussing. How is this possible?

Well, there is only One Mind/I AM being expressed as the many. Therefore, wherever I am is Mind/I AM.

Those who are in tune with their identity as Love I AM will always find they're often thinking along the same lines, albeit expressing the I AM in different ways.

Are we on the same page? I AM.

Enocia

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Being the Sun

I am the Sun shining my light in every moment to infinity and beyond.

For me the above is not just a nice affirmation I've made up because it sounds good, it is real and alive. I know I am the Sun. I've experienced myself lots of times during meditation as a Sun a zillion times brighter than the sun. I know that the Sun is my true self.

What else can a Sun do but shine its love-light?

I see all dimensions of my life experiences as the Sun. When a part is not working too well, it simply means I'm not letting that aspect shine as brightly as the others. I'm reminded of another one of my favourite films, Jerry Maguire, which I watched recently for the umpteenth time.

Jerry is a sports agent. One day he develops a conscience and writes a mission statement about how he'd like agents to treat their clients. He's so fired up about his ideas, he shares them with his colleagues hoping they would share his enthusiasm. A week later Jerry is fired from his job. Jerry tries to retain his clients but he loses all but one - footballer, Rod Tidwell. Jerry decides to set up a new company in line with his new way of seeing. He invites his colleagues to join him in his new venture, but they're all too comfortable in their environment to risk a new way. The only one who is willing to risk it is Dorothy, who has always admired Jerry from a distance anyway.

The film follows Jerry's relationships with Rod and Dorothy and how all their lives are transformed.

Rod, Jerry's only client, is all heart when it comes to his personal relationship with his family but he's very much in his head with regards to his football career. Because of this, he's got a huge chip on his shoulder that the sponsors don't care about him and he hasn't got the contract he deserves. It's only when Rod brings in the heart to his football career i.e. he starts enjoying playing the game regardless of fame and fortune that fortune does smile on him. He ends up receiving the contract of his dreams.

Jerry on the other hand, is now all heart in his business life but still a bit tentative when it comes to his personal relationships. First of all, he breaks up with his fiancée because he can no longer relate to her. Then he and Dorothy get involved in an intimate relationship but his heart is not really in it. He adores Dorothy's son though. Because Jerry's new business has still not taken off, Dorothy decides to take a job in another city. Just as Dorothy is about to leave, Jerry suggests they could resolve their financial situation by living together and getting married, which they do. Soon Dorothy realises their marriage is a sham and they break up. It's only when Jerry opens up his heart fully does he realise he loves Dorothy and wants to be with her.

In other words, Jerry Maguire is about how the Sun of Love-Light was allowed to shine in all areas of Jerry, Rod and Dorothy's life experiences.

I am the Sun shining in every moment to infinity and beyond.

Enocia

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Concerning Children

My friend and I were discussing a certain healing principle. He said that even a child can apply this principle and be able to heal.

I told my friend that I believed the Allness of God is fully expressed in all including what we consider to be "children." It's only because of programming that "adults" believe "children" have a limited level of understanding and should be treated appropriately.

We are all fully grown-up and mature spirits expressing the Allness of God. We are simply playing different roles such as babies, children, teenagers, adults, parents, friends, relatives, work colleagues, etc.

I'm very much aware I'm playing the role of daughter, sister, friend, writer, female, black, etc. At the same time I know that I am the All There Is playing different roles.

I believe when people realise that the Allness of Love is being expressed in each individual, they will stop worrying about their kids' future well-being and trust that all is well.

Love always takes care of Her own.

Enocia

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The Temple of God

Know ye not that ye are the temple of God, and that the Spirit of God dwelleth in you? 1 Corinthians 3: 16

Last night I met up with a friend and he took me to the local cafe for tea and cakes. One of the many ideas we discussed was the notion of contagion. My friend said just as Love is contagious, so is fear. Thus, one person can influence everyone on a very large scale on a positive or a negative way. After our tea, I joined him and a few friends to listen to a talk on the Internet called Reversing Decline in Health and Living, which was very interesting.

On our way home, my friend and I shared our experiences of Love in action. He told me that once he had to meet up with some friends who were moving abroad. On the day he was meant to meet up he didn't feel very well and yet he wanted to spend the evening with them . He managed to cycle several miles to their house. As soon as he arrived at their place, he felt better. The strange thing was as soon as my friend left his friends' place, he was sick again. My friend learned later that his friends had prayed for the evening to go well using Truth principles. Thus, when my friend had entered that atmosphere of Love, he had been influenced which had affected his body.

When my friend and I parted company, I pondered over his experience during my bus journey. I was reminded of the "healing temple" in Baird T Spalding's written accounts about his experiences with some ascended masters during the beginning of last century.

"Located in this village was The Healing Temple. It is claimed that only words of Life, Love, and Peace have been given expression in this temple since its erection, and the vibrations are so potent that nearly all who pass through the temple are instantly healed. It is also claimed the words of Life, Love, and Peace have been used and sent out so long from this temple and the vibrations emanating from them are so strong that, should words of inharmony and imperfection be used at any time, they would have no power. We were told that this is an illustration of what takes place in man. If he would practice sending forth words of Life, Love, Harmony, Peace, and Perfection he would in a short time not be able to utter an inharmonious word. We attempted to use inharmonious words and found in each instance that we could not even utter them." The Life and Teachings of the Masters of the Far East - Volume 1

So when my friend went to dinner at his friends' house, he was actually in their "Healing Temple" which dissolved disharmonious thoughts and beliefs. It's interesting though that my friend's healing only lasted as long as his visit.

While one can transform one's home into a healing temple, I believe I can do the same with my own consciousness by realising Love's ever presence. Love dissolves everything that is not its image and likeness including beliefs about imperfections, lack and death. In fact, that is what the spiritual path means for me, letting the True Self/Love express as my body and all my affairs.

I got off the bus and waited for my next bus. There was one woman at the bus stop. I said hello. I noticed there were lots of people walking down the road. I presumed there had been a football match at the local stadium. It was also drizzling at the time. My friend muttered something about the rain dampening her spirit.

"Awww, it's not that bad," I patted her arm.

"I don't mean me, nothing dampens my spirit as I trust in God," she said. "I was talking about the football fans who make football their God. Their spirits must be dampened after the match."

"Who was Tottenham playing tonight?"

"Their archrival."

"Who?"

"Arsenal."

"Oh, I see. Who won?"

"Tottenham won, 5-1."

"Blimey, they got trounced. I bet Arsenal fans are none too pleased."

"I've seen lots of police vans and ambulances driving down the road. They were probably having riots after."

"Serious business."

"Exactly. That's why instead of getting the bus down the High Road I'm travelling another route. If I had known there was this football match I wouldn't have come."

"But surely if you trust in God, you know God will take care of you, fans or no fans."

"I'm carrying this suitcase and this route is easier," she said. "I know God is looking after me. I only need to call on Jesus and I feel his power. One time I was in a phone box and this young lad just opened the door and I didn't know what he wanted from me. I said "Jesus" and gave him one look and the power of God sent him flying. The boy ran like a bat out of hell."

"Wow, now that's power! It reminds me of the passage in Psalm 91: 9-10. 'Because thou hast made the LORD, which is my refuge, even the most High, thy habitation; There shall no evil befall thee, neither shall any plague come nigh thy dwelling.' That power was protecting you."

"That's a very powerful Psalm of protection, you know," my friend said. "I read it every morning. I heard about this soldier who used it when he was in the war and he was protected."

"I've heard of that story. I have memorised it the Psalm as well."

I shared my friend's experience about how he felt better when he was in his friends' house and fell sick again after he left their place. I said I was going to write about his experience and I was so glad to have spoken to her.

"See how the Holy Spirit works?" my friend said. "God's confirming what your friend said is true. If I had taken the other bus I wouldn't be standing at this bus stop and we wouldn't have met."

"Yes, it's amazing how things work out. I'm so happy to have met you. Thank you."

By this time my bus was approaching the bus stop so we hastily said our goodbyes. As the bus moved away I waved to my friend.

On the bus I heard two guys discussing the football match. They were Arsenal fans and they looked really miserable.

"Never mind," I said. "I'm sure Arsenal will play better next time."

Later when I shared the evening's event with my mother, she agreed that Psalm 91 was very powerful. She said ever since she recommended it to her older brother (my uncle) he's been using it every day, even though he's a practising Muslim.

My body is God's holy temple.
I live and have my being in Love.

Enocia

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Following are two versions of Psalm 91. I prefer the King James version that I've memorised.

1: He that dwelleth in the secret place of the most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty.

2: I will say of the LORD, He is my refuge and my fortress: my God; in him will I trust.

3: Surely he shall deliver thee from the snare of the fowler, and from the noisome pestilence.

4: He shall cover thee with his feathers, and under his wings shalt thou trust: his truth shall be thy shield and buckler.

5: Thou shalt not be afraid for the terror by night; nor for the arrow that flieth by day;

6: Nor for the pestilence that walketh in darkness; nor for the destruction that wasteth at noonday.

7: A thousand shall fall at thy side, and ten thousand at thy right hand; but it shall not come nigh thee.

8: Only with thine eyes shalt thou behold and see the reward of the wicked.

9: Because thou hast made the LORD, which is my refuge, even the most High, thy habitation;

10: There shall no evil befall thee, neither shall any plague come nigh thy dwelling.

11: For he shall give his angels charge over thee, to keep thee in all thy ways.

12: They shall bear thee up in their hands, lest thou dash thy foot against a stone.

13: Thou shalt tread upon the lion and adder: the young lion and the dragon shalt thou trample under feet.

14: Because he hath set his love upon me, therefore will I deliver him: I will set him on high, because he hath known my name.

15: He shall call upon me, and I will answer him: I will be with him in trouble; I will deliver him, and honour him.

16: With long life will I satisfy him, and shew him my salvation. Psalm 91, King James Version

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1 Whoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.

2 They say of the LORD, "He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust."

3 Surely he will save you from the fowler's snare and from the deadly pestilence.

4 He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you will find refuge; his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.

5 You will not fear the terror of night, nor the arrow that flies by day,

6 nor the pestilence that stalks in the darkness, nor the plague that destroys at midday.

7 A thousand may fall at your side, ten thousand at your right hand, but it will not come near you.

8 You will only observe with your eyes and see the punishment of the wicked.

9 If you say, "The LORD is my refuge," and you make the Most High your dwelling,

10 no harm will overtake you, no disaster will come near your tent.

11 For he will command his angels concerning you o guard you in all your ways;

12 they will lift you up in their hands, so that you will not strike your foot against a stone.

13 You will tread on the lion and the cobra; you will trample the great lion and the serpent.

14 "Because they love me," says the LORD, "I will rescue them; I will protect them, for they acknowledge my name.

15 They will call on me, and I will answer them; I will be with them in trouble, I will deliver them and honor them.

16 With long life I will satisfy them and show them my salvation." Psalm 91, New International Version

Echoes of Yesterday

On the bus yesterday, a guy asked me if the bus was going to North Mid (North Middlesex Hospital). I told him he was on the wrong bus and what bus he needed to get there. I used that bus a lot last year to visit my mother while she was in hospital having a hip operation.

During my bus journey I saw a grey squirrel frolicking in the park. I thought it must be such fun exploring all those trees.

Later on my way home on another bus, I heard two guys chatting. From what I could make out from their conversation, they lived out of London and were in London for the weekend. When the seat beside me became available one of the guys sat next to me. I asked him where they were from. He said Northampton. I told him I'd been to a town near Northampton, which he was very familiar with. He said they came down to London to watch a football match between Tottenham Hotspurs and Sunderland.

"Did you guys sit with the Sunderland supporters, Tottenham or the neutral side?" I asked.

"With Tottenham, my friend supports Tottenham Hotspurs," he said. "We both had our Tottenham kits on."

His friend showed me his Tottenham Hotspurs carrier bag.

"Oh, I see, Still, it would have been fun though if you'd sat with the Sunderland supporters," I said. "I'm sure they wouldn't have minded having Tottenham supporters in their midst."

"We probably wouldn't be speaking to you now if we had," the Tottenham fan said.

"Oh come on, it's only a game!"

"That's not how some people see it," he said. "Some people take matches very seriously, you know."

"By the way, I support Liverpool."

"Oh no, not the Reds!"

"Is that what they're called?"

"How could you live in north London and support the Reds?"

"Because they are the best team in the world."

I told them while I was growing up in Sierra Leone they used to show English football matches on television. That was when I decided to support Liverpool. I never realised Liverpool was one of the top football teams. Liverpool happens to be one of Tottenham Hotspurs' many rivals.

"The Reds are playing Aston Villa next week," he said.

"Like I'm really interested."

I told my friends that when it comes to international football matches I only support the team with the best looking player. I said in the last World Cup, I wanted France to win because I fancied Thierry Henry. During the finals when France played Italy, I wanted Italy to win because I love the Italian language. Italy were the eventual winner of the World Cup. The Tottenham fan pulled out a book he'd bought at the football match.

"See if you can find any good looking guys in there then," he said.

I flicked through the pages and there was only one guy who was marginally acceptable though I can't recall his name. I did find a picture of Homer Simpson from the cartoon series, The Simpsons, lifting a pig aloft. I said I would rather support Homer.

I continued having a banter with my friends as they were going all the way to the last stop. It turned out the younger of the two guys was born in London in North Middlesex Hospital but he and his parents moved up to Northampton when he was a child.

When I told the younger guy how old I was, he said I was almost old enough to be his adopted mother.

"Why didn't you adopt me?" he said.

"Because you refused to support Liverpool," I said. "How can I possibly adopt a son who refuses to support my football team?"

"There's a story behind that, but I'll let my friend tell you," he said.

"He used to support Liverpool," his friend said.

"So you did support Liverpool!" I said.

"Yes, but I was only a kid then and I wasn't that serious. I used to collect stickers. Now I know better I support Hotspurs."

"Bad choice, you should have stuck with Liverpool."

It was fun travelling with my friends. They were like my younger brothers and fun to have a banter with. Before we parted company, I hugged both and wished them a pleasant trip back to Northampton.

When I went home, I told my mother about my friends on the bus. I said one of them was born in North Mid. She thought it was a small world. Later we watched a wild life programme featuring some red squirrels, which reminded me of the grey one I had spotted earlier. Then we watched The Antiques Roadshow and that particular programme was set in Liverpool. Later as my mother was flicking the TV channels I saw a picture of Homer Simpson carrying a pig.

This morning while I was on the bus, I saw a van with the company name "Squirrel Storage. Here we go again, more squirrels! It's a good name though for the company because squirrels are excellent at storing things.

Life is an echo.
Life is an echo.

Enocia

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Rain, Rain, Go Away!

So I fancied walking by the river into central London. It was drizzling at the time. I thought, "I know I said I don't mind rain but I would rather walk in dry weather, thank you."

It was still spitting.

Then I thought, "I am walking in dry weather all the way to Piccadilly Circus."

I saw my intention as a light beam going into the universe.

I continued my walk knowing I was walking in dry weather. It stopped drizzling and it was dry all the way to my destination.

Rain, rain, go away, come again another day; Enocia wants to play.

Enocia

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Shhh!

As I was walking in our neighbourhood a car alarm went off. As I approached the culprit, I thought, "Shhh!" The alarm stopped for a few seconds and it was back blaring in full strength.

As I was walking away I thought "Shhh, stop making all that racket!"

Again the alarm stopped for a few seconds as if it had heard me and was off again.

"Oh well, if screeching makes you happy, go for it," I thought.

In the distance I could still hear my car friend bawling. What a healthy pair of lungs that car had!

Love to all the cars in the world.

Enocia

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The ONE Account

Only ONE exists.

The ONE is an infinite ocean of love, peace, joy, goodness, freedom, energy, wisdom, beauty, perfection, etc. Now the ONE has created infinite instruments in order to experience the allness of the ONE from their own unique standpoints.

The ONE is rather like Blogger, my blog provider and each user is an instrument to experience the allness of Blogger. To create a blog account all you need to do is choose a name and password, select a template, and Blogger sets up the account. Each user can choose whether to stick to the templates Blogger has provided or edit the fonts. I like using my own fonts which reflect the topic of the blog. Now while each blog user gets to choose a website name to reflect their blogs, each user has "blogspot" added to their website, which indicates Blogger as the blog provider.

Let's say there are 6 billion Blogger users. Just because there are 6 billion users with their own unique blogs doesn't mean there are 6 billion Blogger websites; there is only one Blogger. Nor does Bloggers stop being what it is if bloggers write material that are offensive; Blogger can always choose to close the user's accounts.

In the same respect, while there are infinite instruments expressing the ONE, the ONE always remains the same. Whether someone chooses to express love or hate, the ONE will always remain the same - Love. And the ONE will never close anyone's account.

As we all have access to the ONE in every moment, there is no need for me to look to another for advice. All I need to do is log into my ONE account and express who I am as the ONE.

If I choose to, I can share my expression as the ONE with friends. This is only because it's fun to share how I am expressing the ONE not because others need to be taught how to be the ONE. I know that they already have access to the ONE in every moment.

I'm reminded of a conversation I had with a dear friend the other night. He's been trying to figure out what he should do. I told him that he was the Universe and the star of his own show. As an actor, he understood where I'm coming from. No one can stop him from fulfilling his dreams but him. Any advice I give him will only be coming from my own unique perspective. Only he knows what is right for him. He simply needs to trust in the resources he has within.

I believe the world will be instantly transformed when we all just trust that everyone has the answers and are quite capable of living their own truth. We can then enjoy one another for who we are whether we are in agreement or not.

There is only ONE account.

Love to all.

Enocia.ONE.com

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Being the Street Finder

Last night while I was watching American Idol, the singing contest show, a girl came on who reminded me of a British pop singer, but I couldn't remember the singer's name. I have this game that I like to play when I'm looking for an answer, which was inspired from the sci-fi series, Star Trek.

Sometimes when the star ship encounters something unfamiliar, they usually send out a Probe, which scans whatever it is and extracts information which enables the crew to explore further. The ship has different kinds of Probes to meet the relevant challenge at the time.

Back to the pop star whose name I couldn't recall, I imagined a beam of light going out into the "deep space" of my consciousness seeking out and returning with the name. While I was waiting, I flicked through the music channels just in case the singer was on but she wasn't. Then I had a thought: "Instead of pretending you don't know, why not just know you know the singer's name?" So I told myself "I remember your name. In fact, I know your name." After a few seconds, I had a knowing that the singer's name started with the letter "J." Within a few seconds, I "remembered" her name - Jamelia.

Before I went to sleep last night I had an idea which I worked through in my head as an article. I made a mental note to put it down in writing the next day. Then I fell asleep.

I woke up this morning from one of those nonsense dreams that seem to make a lot of sense at the time but means nothing when I'm fully awake. In between fully awakening, I heard a woman's voice calling me twice by my birth name. I knew the voice wasn't my mother's. The same voice had called me two nights back. At first I thought I didn't know who the "caller" was, then I remembered that I do in fact know. I had a thought of a name, which was my cousin who passed away recently. She'd come to say goodbye or hello.

I also remembered that I had an idea about something I had dictated to myself last night but couldn't remember what it was. I sent out my "probe" to remind me. Then I remembered that I already know what it is. The moment I had the thought, the full article "returned" to mind.

At every moment, I am the All-Knowing One. The All-Knowing One is the equivalent of carrying an A-Z/Street Finder of London or any city. All I need to do when I'm looking for an address is look in my Street Finder and I receive my answer. In other words, I don't need anyone to help me find a place when I have already got the answers.

Even though I have my Street Finder, I can also choose to play the game of not knowing and have other aspects of Self give me directions. The danger is one can get so accustomed to looking to others for the answers that one can forget one's true identity as the All Knowing One. That's why, I believe, there are many people who look to teachers and channelled entities to tell them how to live instead of trusting in their own Street Finders.

While these Guides and entities mean well, there is also the danger of some of them getting so attached to their roles as Guides/teachers that they believe people are incapable of finding their own answers. I believe the greatest love I can ever give someone is to trust that he or she is capable of finding the Truth themselves. That's why I will NEVER be anyone's teacher.

Incidentally, while I was pondering on these ideas on my bus ride this morning, I heard this woman speaking on her mobile phone. She mentioned to her friend that she had an "A-Z" with her but wanted her friend to give her directions. My friend on the bus was demonstrating how the All-Knowing One likes playing the game of not knowing in order to make others feel needed.

Here's another example. A few days ago I heard the song "Sitting on the Dock of the Bay," but I couldn't remember the Soul singer's name. I asked my mother if she knew and she said she didn't. I had a thought that either the answer will come to me or I could look it up on the Internet. The answer didn't come and I kept forgetting to look it up on the Web. A few days later I finally remembered to check it on Google and the singer's name was Otis Reading. Guess what I saw this morning? A company van with the business name - "Otis." Too late, I already know!

So as you can see, the answers are always present. My "probe" will always bring the answers back to me in one form or another. It's fun when that happens as long as I always remember that it's only a game I am playing; and that I don't need to consult anyone for the answers.

I am the All-Knowing Street Finder.

Enocia

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Receive What You Have Been Given

A friend emailed me to tell me he wasn't feeling well and wanted my blessing, I reminded him that he's already being blessed and to receive what he's already been given.

God is the All There Is expressing as each individual.

God is the Giver saying "Yes, I've already given you everything. In fact, it's already happened."

God as the Individual is the Receiver saying "I'm still waiting."

Giver: Receive then.

Receiver: Yes, but I don't know if I'm deserving; I don't know if I'm ready; I don't know if I can; I'm scared...etc.

Giver: You are deserving, you are worthy, it's available now, just receive.

Whatever I focus my attention on is my experience. When I focus on my doubts then I'll have more of the same experience. However, when I focus on what has already been given then I know that all is well and feel nothing but gratitude for what is.

You are not only already whole, you are whole in every moment.

Receive now!

Enocia

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Constructive Criticism

I don't like giving out criticism because it feels to me like I'm not being accepting of all aspects of Self; or I'm attacking myself. However, I felt the need to give a constructive criticism today.

In How to Avoid Malfunctions, I mentioned a woman I had observed in the library who, when she types, bashes really hard on the keyboard. At the time I had asked to be moved away from her as I had found her very distracting. Another guy, who is a regular user, has also noticed how loud she types.

Today in the library she was allocated a computer right next to me and she was bashing so hard next to me I could feel the desk vibrating. At first I blessed her with love. Then I tried to focus on my work but for some reason I couldn't switch off. After a while I had to say something.

"Excuse me," I said. "I don't know if you're aware of this, but I find your typing very distracting."

"Oh, I'm sorry," she looked hurt, "but I don't know how else to type."

"I'm not trying to tell you how to type, but the keys are already very sensitive and you don't need to press them so hard," I said.

"I'm doing my best," she said.

That really touched me.

"It's OK, I understand," I reached out and stroked her arm. "Did you learn to type on a manual typewriter?"

"Yes I did."

"I knew it! You had to bash really hard on the keys for them to work, right?"

She nodded.

"I learned on a computer where the keys are very sensitive."

"Yes, the light fingered approach," she smiled. "I'll try to be gentle, OK?"

I smiled and went back to work. I noticed she was now a lot quieter. I also noticed that she was watching how I typed.

As she was leaving she said to me, "Thanks for bringing my typing to my attention. Now it makes sense why the keys sometimes get stuck while I'm typing."

"You're welcome," I smiled. "Have a lovely weekend!"

"You too."

Phew! I'm so glad my friend didn't take my constructive criticism personally.

Enocia

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Accident or Love in Action? - Part 2

In Accident or Love in Action?, I wrote about two incidents - a bus and a plane crash - and how no one was seriously injured.

On the bus I was on this morning, I heard the bus driver talking to another passenger about the accident the other day. He said the driver of that particular bus had suddenly fallen unconscious at the wheel. The bus kept going until it crashed into that house. The driver said it was a miracle no one was killed.

The driver compared the accident to the plane crash. He said the crash happened because the engines had cut out; just like the bus crash happened because the driver had cut out.

I believe another power took over and guided both the bus and the plane. I wonder what that could possibly be?

Love is all there is.

Enocia

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Accident or Love in Action?

Two days ago I heard in the local news about how a bus lost control and crashed into someone's house. Although the building was damaged, there were no serious injuries.

Guess what? That bus is my local bus which I use every single day.

Then yesterday I heard in the news about how a plane that crash landed at Heathrow airport. Again there were no fatalities. People have described it as a miracle.

Guess what? Last year I spent lots of time at Heathrow where I used to meet up with a friend. Heathrow happens to be one of my favourite places in London because I love watching planes land and take off.

Despite appearances to the contrary, or what people believe, I see only Omnpresent Love in action.

Love and gratitude to the Great I AM that is Infinite Love.

Enocia

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Loving the Sadness

Yesterday evening on my way to meeting a friend, I felt this immense feeling of sadness, which felt like a tightness around my chest. Now while I was feeling the sadness, I was also very much aware of my own feeling of Joy.

I wondered whether the sadness was coming from the friend I was meant to meet up with that evening or from someone else.

I decided it didn't matter where the sadness was coming from nor was I going to get rid of the sadness, I was simply going to love it. So that's exactly what I did. I thought "I love you" over and over again until I felt the tightness dissolve and I felt nothing but Joy.

I believe in loving everything, even the sadness.

Enocia

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Boys Will Be Boys!

I met up with a dear friend yesterday evening. The last time I saw him was almost a year ago so it was lovely to see him again. We sat in bookshop catching up on what we'd both been up to. He recited part of a poem he'd written. He also shared a song he had written which we had fun performing. I had it at the back of my mind to leave at a certain time because there was something I was hoping to watch on television.

My friend asked if I wanted to go out for coffee/tea. I said I didn't fancy it and I needed to get home. Although I could have caught my bus outside the bookshop, I suggested we take a walk anyway as I knew I could always catch my bus further down the road. During our walk, my friend stopped off at a health food shop to buy some dried mango, which I didn't even know exists, and some chocolate. I tried some of the mango and it was very nice.

He asked me again if I wanted tea. I said I didn't but I would keep him company while he has his tea. We arrived at a cafe in an area called Soho, which has lots of restaurants, bars, clubs and media types. We sat outside as my friend had already rolled up a cigarette that he wanted to smoke; smoking is no longer allowed in enclosed public places. It was quite a mild evening so I didn't mind sitting outside. It was a perfect spot to watch the world go by.

As I chatted with my friend he suddenly said he wanted to touch the tip of my nose, then he did.

"What was that all about?" I said.

"I don't know, I've been dying to touch that fleshy part of your nose all evening," he said. "I thought I would go crazy if I didn't touch it."

"You nutter!"

We both burst out laughing. The thought of my friend wondering what my nose feels like was hilarious.

"So when you asked me if I wanted to have tea with you," I said, "you just wanted me to stick around so you could have your wicked way with me, didn't you?"

"I suppose."

"You only shared your mango with me just to sweeten me, right?"

"I had to do whatever I could."

We were in stitches again.

"Well, I'm really glad I helped you fulfil that fantasy."

"Now that you have, you can go now," he laughed.

Well, my friend already knows what it's like to hug me. He knows what's it's like to kiss me; we had a brief thing a while back which didn't work out, but we decided to remain friends. Now he knows what it's like to touch my nose. Goodness nose why he was so curious about my nose though.

We continued chatting about our life experiences. We even reminisced about our brief relationship and how we both now realise it was best that we stayed just good friends. In between chatting and performing his song, I would remember him touching my nose and burst out laughing.

I didn't end up getting home on time to watch the programme I wanted to watch, but it was well worth hanging out with my friend so I could make his dream come true.

Love to my nutter friend.

Enocia

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Love is Meeting All Needs Perfectly - Revisited

A while back I read an article about this celebrity who said she loves snow. She said every year she prays for snow and her wish doesn't come true.

The problem with the woman's wish is that it seems to conflict with mine. I don't particularly care for snow. In my opinion, snow is lovely to look at but I don't like walking in it. I'm sure there are lots of people who feel the way I do. So while she's praying for snow, I'm praying for mild winter.

How is it possible for all our needs be met when we all appear to have different likes and dislikes?

On the bus last night two women got on board. They wanted to sit together but there were only single seats available, which meant they would have to be separated. A man got up and offered them his seat so they could be together, and then sat beside me.

After a few minutes, the man beside me asked if I minded if he opened the window. I said I didn't. I even opened it for him. The funny thing was it made no difference to me because I was neither hot nor cold.

After a while another passenger asked if he could close the window as he was cold and the man beside me said he could. I wasn't bothered either way.

On one level there appeared to be conflicts of interest. There were not enough seats for the women to sit together. There was too much heat on the bus. There was too little heat on the bus. How can Love take care of all our needs when we're all so different?

When I go beyond appearances and see with Love's vision, I can see how Love is meeting all needs perfectly.

Because Love wants people who truly love each other to be together, Love inspired the man to give up his seat so the two women could sit together and continue their conversation.

Love also wanted to meet the man's needs for a cooler environment. In his previous seat, he didn't have access to a window, but now that he was sitting next to me he was near one. So when he asked me to open the window, I was happy to oblige.

Love was meeting my need for comfort too. So instead of feeling cold now that the window was open, I felt neither hot nor cold. It just shows heat and cold are just states of mind.

When the other passenger started feeling cold, Love closed the window so he could experience a reality of warmth.

Again, I felt neither hot nor cold.

What about the man beside me, surely he felt warm again? I would imagine Love must have made him continue to feel cool. In any case he got out a few stops later.

Back to the celebrity in the newspaper, I'm sure if she really wants to experience snow, her wish will be fulfilled in one way or another.

There's more than enough Love to go round.
Love is meeting all needs perfectly according to our beliefs.

Enocia

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The Enocia Show

One of my favourite films is The Truman Show.

Truman has been living in a TV show since he was a baby but he's not aware of this. He doesn't know that his loved ones, friends, neighbours, work colleagues and acquaintances are all actors; nor does he realise that what he's experiencing as nature and weather conditions are nothing but special effects. One day Truman falls in love with one of the actresses. She tries to tell him that he's in a TV show and that his life is not real, but the producer of the show gets rid of her as he doesn't want her to ruin his fun. Although Truman eventually marries another actress, he never forgets that young woman he fell in love with. He hopes to be with her one day. The film is about how Truman gradually wakes up to the truth that what he considers to be his life is nothing but a Reality TV show.

I feel like I'm living in my own Reality TV show; unlike Truman, I am very much aware there are actors all around me.

Two days ago I caught the end of a music video by Sade. I used to love her music in the eighties. I admired how stylish she was and wondered how she was doing. I also noticed a song by the Fine Young Cannibals in a TV ad. I wondered what they were up to these days.

Yesterday I decided to finish work early so I could go into the West End. When I got to the main road to catch my bus, I noticed three buses at the bus stop. I couldn't cross over because two cars were parked in front of me. When they moved away, a long line of moving traffic appeared and I waited for them to pass. I couldn't even jaywalk. It's as if I was being prevented from crossing the road at that moment. When the road finally cleared so I could cross over, all the buses had moved away.

A few seconds later, a bendy-bus appeared and I got on. The bus was pretty crowded and I didn't fancy standing all the way. Then I spotted an available seat on the other side but someone else grabbed it before I could get there. Two stops down, a man sitting next to a window got up to leave and the woman sitting next to him moved to his seat. As I wasn't close enough I figured someone else was going to grab that seat. After about a minute I asked the guy next to the available seat if he wanted it. He said I could have it.

The woman I was sitting next to had lots of bags of shopping and barely left me enough room. She was busy chatting on her mobile phone. After she'd finished, she apologised for her shopping and moved them aside. She asked me if the bus was going to the West End and I said it was. She said although she always travels by bus, she wasn't used to travelling in the City. She said she was more of a West End girl.

The City refers to a square mile area of London that is the "centre of global finance." I've worked in several merchant banks in the City. The West End tends to have businesses specialising in retail and the media.

Before you know it, the woman and I were chatting like old friends. Our conversation turned to the Eighties. We were both around the same age and we talked about fashion and music during that era. She said she and her family spent last Christmas in a Caribbean island and they met Simon Le Bon and his wife, Yasmin. Simon is the lead singer of the band, Duran Duran, who was very popular in the eighties. We discussed Spandau Ballet, another band that was popular in that era. My friend said she's also met the former lead singer of Spandau Ballet.

I told my friend I had been thinking about Sade the day before and wondering how she was. She said she's met Sade several times. She said Sade is lovely and doing really well. I asked her if she remembered the Fine Young Cannibals as I've also been thinking about them. My friend told me when she was having acting classes years ago, she was in the same class as the lead singer of The Fine Young Cannibals. She didn't seem too keen on him though. I asked my friend if she worked in the music business. She said she didn't but she knew many people in the business and socialises in that scene, that's how she ends up meeting pop stars. It was such fun reminiscing with my friend about the Eighties.

When I went home, I shared my experience with my mother. I told her how I had missed those buses only to find myself sitting next to a friend who could answer my questions.

"Man's disappointment is God's appointment," my mother said.

Or more like the producers had arranged for those extras to block that road so I could catch the "right" bus where I could link up with another actress.

Incidentally, two days ago I asked my mother about a news reader I haven't seen on television for a while. Yesterday my mother told me while she was watching a game show, she saw the news reader. She said it was as if he was saying, "I heard your daughter was asking after me. Tell her I'm still around."

I hope you've enjoyed this edition of the Enocia Show.

Enocia

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Letting Things Happen is Receiving What Already Is

In a previous article called My Past, Present and Future Self, I wrote about how all of my life experiences have already happened in the eternal NOW. However this NOW is unfolding as my past, present and future. Thus, whenever I have a wish to have an experience, I'm actually picking up on my future self's experience. All I have to do is let it happen.

How do I let things happen?

It's important to understand that this way of seeing - this paradigm - is totally different from the human programming, which is based on the premise that you're creating something from scratch. In the human way you are trying to make things happen; you are always trying to work things out. Spirit/Love's way is that it has already happened so all I have to do is let it happen.

I'm reminded of the creation story in the first chapter of the book of Genesis in the Bible:

1: In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth.
2: And the earth was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters. Genesis 1

My understanding is that all possibilities already exists as ideas waiting to be called forth. The rest of the chapter sees God calling forth various realities into manifestation by using the word "Let." In other words, let what is already present as ideas take form; that which is invisible appear visible.

Another way to let things happen is to receive what already is.

How do I receive?

A while back I had the following experience:

I was enjoying the rice and chicken dish my mother had prepared though it was very spicy. I couldn't quite work out whether the savoury rice was already spicy before I added chilli sauce to the chicken. After I finished eating my mouth was on fire. I drank some water but my mouth was still burning. I imagined myself eating pure love in the form of liquid light. The Light instantly wiped out the spicy taste and I was back to my default taste - sweetness.

The experience reminded me that I can easily absorb Love without needing to eat. I visualised myself as a sponge absorbing light through my eyes, nostrils, mouth, and the pores of my skin.
Absorption

When I'm receiving, I'm like a sponge soaking in what exists as energy. I don't try to figure out how things are going to work out, I just know it is and let it be made manifest.

When I know something already exists, it takes the pressure off me to try to figure out the why and how. All I need to do is to stay in my joy and give thanks for what already is.

I am a cosmic sponge receiving all that already is.

Enocia

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How to Avoid Malfunctions

Yesterday I was sitting next to this woman in the library who was typing on the keyboard. She was bashing really hard the way people used to on old-fashioned typewriters. I couldn't understand why she needed to use such force when the keys are so sensitive. It was then it occurred to me that she was still applying the old way of doing things to the new. I reckon if I typed like her I would be exhausted.

The woman reminded me of an episode of StarTrek the Next Generation I watched a few nights ago. Data, Riker and Worf are sent on a mission. After they've beamed to the place, they discover a revolving door. They go through the door and find themselves in a lavish hotel with a casino. At first they find it amusing and have fun exploring the hotel's facilities. When they've had enough and try to get out they find themselves stuck inside. They can no longer communicate with their ship. They come to realise they are in a pulp fiction novel called "The Royale", which is set in a hotel of the same name during the 20th century.

In one scene, Worf suggest they use the lift (elevator). He stands in front of it and expects it to open automatically just like the Turbolift in the starship, Enterprise. When the doors won't open, Worf says: "This Turbolift is malfunctioning."

Data, the android, who has all kinds of knowledge, presses the button and the lift doors open. You should have seen Worf's face. Priceless!

As I see it, the path of Love/Spirit is a whole different ballgame compared to the way people have been conditioned. The human way involves either doing everything manually or with force. You need to press the lift button for the doors to open and to take you to the floor you want to go. Love's way is the equivalent of Worf standing in front of the Turbolift which opens automatically; and you can tell the lift what deck you want to travel to.

There's nothing wrong with either way as long as you don't expect Love's way to behave like the human or vice versa. Remember when Worf expected the lift in the hotel to behave like the Turbolift in the Enterprise, the doors remained closed. Data who realised that he was in another reality with different rules, was able to operate the lift by pressing the button.

I know I can't have it both ways. I have to choose which way I want to live and stick to it. Do I choose the human way or Love?

I choose Love.

Enocia

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What Are You Like?

So I was having a conversation with my mother.

"Do you realise you use the word "like" when you speak?" she said

"Do I? I wasn't, like, aware I was doing it," I said.

"You've done it again!"

"Sorry, mum. At least, like, now I can be more aware when I speak."

"It's the American influence. It really gets on my nerves when I hear people diluting the English language. It's bad enough that there are so many colloquialisms already. Why can't people speak English properly?"

"You have a point, mum."

Now that it has been brought to my awareness, I can like, hear people, like, speaking using that word all the time. Take, like, my bus journey last night. I heard this man and woman speaking and they were, like, using "like" a lot. I guess, like, the word "like" is the equivalent of punctuating your sentences with "you know what I mean" or "right" or "yeah" or "OK".

I do, like, believe it's an American influence. We have so many American films and TV shows these days that you'd think we were, like, living in the States. The British gave Americans the English language and what did Americans give us in return? The word "like."

What are you like?

I'm going to do my utmost to, like, speak without, like, using that dreaded word. In fact, I'm going to make it my new year's resolution (even though I don't believe in making resolutions) to speak proper English like.

Thank you, mum, for making me want to be a better English speaker. I'm, like, so grateful to you as always.

Enocia

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My Past, Present and Future Self

A while back I had a vision where I saw all my life experiences in one instant. That one instant is my eternal NOW where all has already happened. (See The Life DVD). However, that NOW is unfolding as a past, present and future. Put another way, the Me that is writing this article is my present self and the future self of the Me that was brushing her teeth this morning.

A friend was telling me the other day how she used to be uncaring and now that she's reached her grand old age of 25, she's feeling more positive and feeling lots of love for others. I told her when I was in my early twenties, I was very spiteful and was constantly bitching about people. It's as if I couldn't help myself. After I had been bitching about someone, I would feel remorse and want to make up for my behaviour.

As I was speaking to my friend, I could see myself as a 21 year old looking very angry. I felt lots of love and compassion for that self. In thought, I embraced her, told her how much I loved her and that all is well. I should know; I am her future self.

I believe the desires of my heart are actually my future self communicating what she has already experienced. When I pick up on those desires, they become my desires and intentions. So instead of trying to make things happen, I can simply let what has already been experienced unfold, trusting that my future self will always guide me, either as a feeling or as my Inner Voice, when I'm off track. There's nothing stopping me from communing with my future self in every moment when I need advice or reassurance.

Speaking of which, in last night's StarTrek The Next Generation episode called Time Squared, the ship encounters a shuttlecraft in space. When they bring it into the ship, the crew discover that not only is the shuttle one of their own, Captain Picard's double is lying unconscious inside. After much investigation, they discover that the captain's double is actually his future self, 6 hours ahead of the present time. According to the records on the shuttle, after the captain leaves the ship in the future, the ship is destroyed.

The captain tries to to obtain more information from his future self so he can prevent the disaster, but his double is in his own dimension and cannot understand him. It's like trying to communicate with someone who is having a dream. The only one who can reach him is the ship's Counsellor, Troi, who can feel what he's feeling - fear.

The captain is feeling frustrated about the situation. All he and his crew can do is sit tight and wait for future events to unfold. Soon the ship is pulled into a vortex. By this time, current events are now in sync with his future self's time, who believes he has to get into the shuttlecraft to avert disaster. To cut a long story short, the captain decides he has no intention of history repeating itself so he fires a phaser at his double. He then orders for the ship to fly through the vortex. The ship passes through unscathed. The captain's double and the shuttlecraft vanish from sight. The captain reflects that it is possible that his future self had come to give him a warning.

Right then, my future self is telling me I need to focus on something else, so it's time to finish this article.

I am the past, present and future.

Enocia

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Bellissimo!

My favourite language to listen to is Italian. I just love the way it sounds, it's like making love. Mama mia! I have no interest in learning it though. (My second favourite language to listen to is Japanese).

Last night my mother and I were watching the news on television. In one news item, the new England football manager, Fabio Capello, was being interviewed. Fabio was using an interpreter.

"Look at him, he doesn't even speak English," mum said.

"At least he speaks Italian," I chuckled, "and you know how much I love Italian."

"But he's the England manager and he should at least be able to speak English," mum insisted. "How can England have a football manager who doesn't speak English?"

"Who cares?"

I hope Fabio Capello remains the England football manager forever.

Amore infinito.

Enocia

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Connections

Two days ago I met this young lady at a bookshop who said she was interested in becoming a life coach. I told her I was once interested in becoming a life coach. I even studied NLP to help me achieve that goal though I never pursued it. I told the young lady that I have a friend in Ireland who teaches NLP and is also a life coach. I said I would email my friend and ask if she could give her any advice. I said I would also forward her some info on NLP.

Today I received an email from the lady at the bookshop. She said she'd watched a video on YouTube about NLP and had found it interesting and now wants to study it. She said she was looking forward to hearing from me. I then emailed her several links about NLP. I also included my friend's website which had some information about life coaching.

A few hours later I received an email from my friend in Ireland about the increase in petrol prices and taking action against it. I reckon the real reason why my friend had forwarded that email was because she'd picked up on the vibe that I had been thinking of her and Love had done whatever was necessary for us to connect. Petrol prices indeed! I don't even drive! I emailed my friend and teased her that she'd only forwarded me that email because she wanted to be part of the action.

We are all connected in Love.

Enocia

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Satisfaction

I was speaking to a friend the other day about how satisfying it feels when I'm helping someone fulfil their dreams. My friend said he felt the same way. He'd been giving me some IT advice and he was beaming with pleasure.

After chatting to my friend I headed into town to browse at a bookshop. While I was reading, a young lady asked me where I had got the book and what it was about. We ended up chatting for hours about spirituality and metaphysics. It turned out my friend was interested in becoming a life coach. I told her there was a time when I wanted to be one and I studied NLP. I told her I have a friend who teaches NLP and is also a life coach. My friend seemed very interested. I promised I would email her some details about NLP and life coaching. It was a real pleasure speaking to her.

There are times though when I can't always help someone in their endeavour. It is rather like when I've met people who have asked me for directions to an area I wasn't familiar with; or to help with a project I had no interest in. The good news is even if I can't help someone in a direct way, I can always help in an indirect way by wishing for the best outcome. Thus, I can wish that the person looking for the road finds his way. I can wish the individual who wanted my help with a particular project all the very best in their project.

It's so satisfying to help make people's dreams come true.

Enocia

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What a Lovely Surprise!

The wonderful thing about life is that it's full of wonderful surprises.

The other night I discovered they were showing the film, Shaun of the Dead, which I've heard about and never watched. I loved it!

Basically, it's a parody of those zombie movies. It was laugh-out-loud hilarious. Highly recommended.

Last night I received a phone call from an old friend I haven't heard from in a while. We went out very briefly two years back but it didn't work out so we decided to remain friends. I've been thinking about him as it goes. It was great to hear from him again. We'll be meeting up soon to catch up.

Life is inexhaustible Joy.

Enocia

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Healing with the I AM - Part 2

In a previous article called Healing with the I AM, I shared my mother's healing experience. A friend sent me a commentary which I thought was so brilliant I've asked if I could share it. I'm also sharing my response to his email.

Thank you dear friend.

With love,
Enocia

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Hi Enocia,

I was rereading your note on the healing experience with your mother. It is a marvelous story. I was focusing on your words and actions. "I lay my hands on both sides of her head." Usually when we think of laying on of hands we think of transmitting or giving power to another, but in reading your words the thought came to me. "She is making a circuit; she is INCLUDING her mother in the Power of the ONE. In that power is Wholeness, Peace, Perfection, Harmony.

You are really saying this in what you say here, "When I prayed for my mother, I was simply affirming the truth of the I AM in me that is the same in her; which was translated in her experience as "no headache."

"Where two or three are gathered in my name there I AM in the midst of them." "It's the great I AM you should be thanking, mum, He gets all the glory."

I have been thinking today that I need an outside electrical outlet for use on our deck and I can do that simply by drilling through the wall and attaching an outside outlet (made to withstand the weather) to an inside circuit that exists right on the other side of the wall. This INCLUDES the outside outlet in the inside circuit.

We are all INCLUDED in the great circuit of the ONE.

I think your expression of the experience is perfect!

Peace and Love, M.

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Hi M,

I was focusing on your words and actions. "I lay my hands on both sides of her head." Usually when we think of laying on of hands we think of transmitting or giving power to another, but in reading your words the thought came to me. "She is making a circuit; she is INCLUDING her mother in the Power of the ONE. In that power is Wholeness, Peace, Perfection, Harmony.

Wow, M, that is so brilliant! I love that you get it!

You're right, I wasn't transmitting anything, there is no need; all I was doing was acknowledging the I AM/the ONE and HIS unchanging attributes that are in me, in my mother, and in everyone. Laying of hands was only a symbol that my mother needed to help her accept her wholeness.

And another thing, it was important for my mother to be relaxed and not be in conflict; that's why I asked her if she'd taken her tablets. After I lay my hands on her head, I let her lie down as that was what she felt she needed to do, even though I already knew she was whole. As she relaxed she was able to accept her wholeness which to her felt like the pain had been lifted.

"Where two or three are gathered in my name there I AM in the midst of them." "It's the great I AM you should be thanking, mum, He gets all the glory."

Indeed!

We are all INCLUDED in the great circuit of the ONE.

There is only ONE who is seeking to be expressed as us. The attributes of the ONE as Perfection, Harmony, Peace, Love, Joy etc are the same yesterday, today and forever; though how each of us express these attributes are not always identical. It's a matter of remembering or being reminded of the truth of the ONE.

I think your expression of the experience is perfect!

Thank you, and so is your understanding, M.

Do you mind if I share your commentary on my blog? It's just perfect.

Good luck with your electrical project.

With love,
Enocia

Healing with the I AM

When I didn't hear my mother getting ready for church this morning, I figured she'd changed her mind. When she woke up she told me she had a splitting headache.

"I'm sorry to hear that," I said.

"Thanks."

As I know my mother believes in taking tablets I said, "Have you taken anything for the headache?"

"No, I'll take some tablets later," she said. "I'm going back to bed."

"Do you want me to lay my hands on your head to see if that might help?"

"Well, yes please."

"OK, then."

I followed mum to her bedroom. She sat on her bed and I lay my hands on both sides of her head. I closed my eyes and thought "I AM Wholeness; I AM Peace; I AM Perfection; I AM Harmony."

After about a minute I removed my hands. I left her to rest, shut the door, and returned to the living room

About two or three minutes later, mum was back.

"That pounding in my head and in my ear has been lifted."

"Really? That's good!"

"Thank you."

"It's the great I AM you should be thanking, mum. He gets all the glory."

"Well thank you I AM," she said. "If I'd remembered earlier I would have asked you for prayer and then gone to church. It's too late now."

"Never mind. At least now I can write about your experience."

My mother went to the kitchen to prepare some custard which she fancied. Then she proceeded to teach me the finer points of making custard; the last one I made was very lumpy. Cooking is not exactly my forte; maybe I should have asked the I AM for assistance. After she finished her custard she started cooking dinner.

What do I mean by the I AM?

For me, the I AM is the Infinite Love and Intelligence in all. I sometimes refer to the I AM as My Beloved, Love, Spirit, Light or The One in All. When I prayed for my mother, I was simply affirming the truth of the I AM in me that is the same in her; which was translated in her experience as "no headache."

I have now been inspired to give distance healing and blessings via email. Anyone who would like to be added to my list, please email me at theoneinall@googlemail.com. Please note I will not be responding to any personal enquiries.

Peace and love to all.

Enocia

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Jonah and the Great Fish

On the TV news last night I noticed a news headline about the plight of the whales in Japan, though I didn't watch the whole report as I was on my way to have a shower. I did notice, however, that the reporter's name was Jonah, which reminded me of the story of Jonah in the Bible.

Jonah is called by the Lord to go to a town called Nineveh to warn them to stop their wicked ways or face the consequences. Jonah ignores the Lord's call and decides to take a ship instead to another town. The Lord sends high force winds which puts the ship in jeopardy. j The passengers are afraid and start praying to their Gods. They even get rid of some stuff to lighten the load. In the meantime Jonah is fast asleep. The captain wakes him up and asks him to pray. They also pray to know who the cause of the wind. They discover Jonah is the cause. The captain asks him what his occupation is and Jonah tells him his story and how he's running from the Lord. They ask what they can do to calm the sea and Jonah tells them to throw him overboard, which they do. As soon as Jonah is thrown overboard the wind ceases. The Lord sends a great fish to swallow Jonah up. Jonah is in the fish's stomach for three days and three nights.

While Jonah is in the fish's stomach he prays, repents and give thanks. The Lord then gets the fish to vomit Jonah out. Then the Lord calls Jonah for the second time and asks him to go to Nineveh and Jonah obeys. He goes to Nineveh and warms the people that if they don't turn from their wickedness the city will be overthrown. The people believe in him and pray and their city is spared.

For me Jonah's call represents the call of Love, my True Self. Years ago I kept meeting people who would tell me that "Spirit wants to work with you" but I wasn't interested. I continued to do my own stuff. Although life seemed OK at the time, I wasn't really happy because I wasn't being true to myself. Soon there came a point when all hell broke loose and I felt the foundations giving way from underneath me. I had no home, no boyfriend, no job, and was in deep depression. Little did I know that Self had prepared my very own great fish to swallow me up. This fish appeared in the form of my dear mother. She was the last person I wanted to live with at the time, but it seemed that she was my only option. The first few weeks I was in deep depression. One day I discovered my mother had inspirational books in her library. She said she had meant to chuck them out as they were of no use to her, but something told her to keep them. It was then I realised I was where I needed to be. I devoured those books. It was then I started focusing on awakening to my True Self. When the "call" came again to work with Spirit, I didn't resist; I knew that my piece of this great jigsaw called life was to share the Good News that Love is all there is.

Love to all the Jonahs out there.

Enocia

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Magic

On the bus this morning I was pondering how magical the Universe is and then something popped up in front of me - a lorry with the word "genie" at the back of it. Now, that's magic!

On my way to the library I thought about a way I would get all my writings in the same website and make it easily accessible to readers. In the library, a friend turned up who I haven't seen in months. He's an IT expert. He knew exactly what kind of software I needed and recommended how I could go about this project I had in mind. Now, that's magic!

I am the genie in the lamp.
I am the magic.

Enocia

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Destiny and Density

While I was reading a book, the word "destiny" jumped up at me. I could also see the anagram "density."

Having a destiny suggests that I have a start and end point, within a fixed parameter. When I have a destiny, I have a density and am limited to time and space.

Infinite Self that I AM has no destiny. She is simply unfolding Infinite Being forever.

I am Self.

Enocia

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Be Careful What Questions You Ask

I have observed that there is always an answer to every question; a solution to every problem. The trick is to be very careful about the kinds of questions I ask.

Let's say I ask "Why is life so difficult?"

The assumption in that question is that life is difficult. The Universe has no choice but to show me lots of evidence why life is so difficult.

On the other hand, what if I were to ask: "Why is life so easy?"

Again the hidden assumption is life is easy, therefore, the Universe has no choice but to show me lots of evidence why life is so easy.

I have several questions I want answered now:

Why is life so full of joy, peace, abundance and freedom?

Why is life so damn wonderful?

Why am I so happy?

I look forward to unlimited evidence. Thank you.

Enocia

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Living Under Grace

Help, I need somebody,
Help, not just anybody,
Help, you know I need someone, help.

When I was younger, so much younger than today,
I never needed anybody's help in any way.
But now these days are gone, I'm not so self assured,
Now I find I've changed my mind and opened up the doors.

Help me if you can, I'm feeling down
And I do appreciate you being round.
Help me, get my feet back on the ground,
Won't you please, please help me. Help, The Beatles

My friend and I were waiting to cross the traffic light. I could see a police car with its siren blaring away fast approaching, but it was still far enough for me to cross over. As if my friend had read my thoughts she said, "Anyone who runs over now will lose a leg," which made me giggle. I let the police car go past.

"You know, emergency vehicles remind me of most people's relationships with God," I said as we crossed over the road. "People only think about God or a Higher Power when they are in trouble. When you call out in an emergency, you receive help. As soon as your immediate problem is resolved, it's back to business as usual."

"I've never heard it put like that before," my friend said. "You're talking about Grace, aren't you?"

"Yes, emergency services are the equivalent of living under Grace when your needs are given top priority," I said.

"Reminds me of what my pastor was preaching about recently," my friend said. "He said people listen to the teachings and resolve to put them into practice; but the moment they walk out they don't give it another thought until the next Sunday."

"That's because people believe they've got everything under control. Been there done that,"I said. "Now I treat every moment as if it's an emergency."

"Another way to put it is that you could ask for the Grace to be under Grace."

"That's a good one," I chuckled.

It's easy to get complacent because life appears to be running smoothly. Why bother praying when I have everything under control? Then when I find myself in some dire situation I'm like "HELP ME GOD!" Divine Love doesn't judge anyone of course and help is always given when I call out. But then I figured why not treat every moment as if it's an emergency and always call on Love? This way I get to live under Grace every single moment of every single day.

HELP!

I am Grace.

Enocia

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Charisma in Eight Acts

a. Theol. A free gift or favour specially vouchsafed by God; a grace, a talent.

b. spec. (Only in form charisma) [a. Ger. (M. Weber Wirtschaft u. Gesellschaft (1922) I. iii. 140).] A gift or power of leadership or authority (see quot. 1947); aura. Hence, the capacity to inspire devotion or enthusiasm. Definition of Charisma - Oxford English Dictionary

What is this thing called charisma? Some people seem to have so much charisma that people like being around them. Last night I witnessed charisma in action during my bus journey. Because a lot happened, I have written the experiences as different Acts.

Act 1, Scene 1 - Law of Attraction

When I got on board, the bus was already full which was very unusual for that time of night. I found a space to stand. I noticed this young man beside me speaking to a woman. There was something about him that attracted me. Although he was having a conversation with the woman, he kept looking in my direction as if he was trying to include me in the conversation. He talked about how much he liked meeting people. He said he had accounts at MySpace and Facebook and wanted to add the woman as a friend. From what I could make out the woman had an American accent though she said she was living near Brick Lane in East London. I told the woman Brick Lane has nice cheap restaurants that provide really good food. She agreed. The man talked about how he was talented and longed to show everyone how talented he was. After a few minutes the woman got off the bus.

Act 2, Scene 1 - My space or yours

One seat was now available so I sat down. I was very curious about the young man and engaged him in a conversation. I told him I used to have an account at "MySpace" but I deleted it because I didn't have the time to devote my attention to it. My friend said he preferred "Facebook." He explained the benefits of having a "Facebook" account and how you could download various software. (In fact, a friend recently invited me to join "Facebook." He thought it would be a good way to keep in touch as he lives out of London and I don't get to see him that often. Although I opened an account I've been a bit lax as my heart is not really in it).

I told my friend on the bus I loved YouTube and enjoyed watching old videos. We chatted about music and various music channels. He also mentioned Channel U, which I'd never heard of before. He said it specialises in Urban Music, the kind of music he prefers. He said he was a great dancer and he could make a living out of it. He kept saying "I'm not scared though." I told him there was nothing to be scared about. I said if he loves dancing he should go for it. I said there were lots of avenues out there for dancers such as videos, TV shows, even street dancers. He could even promote himself on YouTube or MySpace.

Act 3, Scene 1 - So you think you can dance?

At another bus stop several people got on including a man and woman with their son in a push chair, and a young woman. The young woman was speaking on her mobile phone. I could see my friend had noticed her as she was very attractive. When the woman had finished speaking on her mobile, my friend told her how much he liked her pink phone. It turned out they had similar mobiles but in different colours; his was black. My friend continued talking about his love of dance. As he spoke he attracted other passengers' attention. The toddler in the push chair also wanted to be included and started chatting to my friend in his baby language. In between chatting to the baby, my friend asked me if I wanted to see him dance. I said yes. He showed me a clip on his mobile of him doing various movements including the "worm", which is moving like a worm on the floor. I was very impressed. I told him he was very talented.

The woman with the pink mobile agreed. She said if he was really serious about dancing, he should get himself a choreographer so he could get trained properly, or register in dance classes. She said she was a dancer and has worked with both Beyoncé's (the American R&B singer) and Madonna's (American singer) choreographers. I was really thrilled at the synchronicity. I told my friend they should keep in contact but the woman said she wasn't interested in Internet social networks.

I asked her how she got into dance. She said she used to get herself in lots of trouble until she discovered dance at 13; she's now 16. Then she was introduced to choreographers who mentored her. She talked about how important it was to get someone to mentor you. I told her I could understand where she's coming from. I asked her if she had ever watched the film, Billy Elliot. She hadn't heard of it. I told her it's about a boy growing up during the miners' strike in the early 1980s. Billy is interested in ballet but as a working class boy it's not what is expected of him. Billy ends up secretly joining a ballet class. His teacher sees that he has potential and ends up giving him private tuition and nurturing his talent. Despite the obstacles, Billy is offered a place at a prestigious ballet school in London, which means leaving home at 11. He eventually becomes a professional dancer.

The young woman said she loved dancing and has appeared in music videos and on Channel U. I told her my friend and I had just been discussing Channel U. After chatting for a few minutes, it was the young woman's stop. I shook her hand and wished her the very best.

Act 4, Scene 1 - I am a dancer

My friend and I continued to chat about his love of dancing. He was 19 years old. I pointed out to him that meeting that girl was a sign to inspire him to follow his dream. He told me he believed in having an education and having a talent. He said he wanted to make lots of money through his dancing. I said to him, "Instead of thinking that 'I could be a dancer' tell yourself, 'I am a dancer.'" He liked that. He repeated it a few times. "I am a dancer." I told him he already had such charisma anyway that attracts people and he only needed to believe in himself and love dancing and the rest will take care of itself. Before he got off, he shook my hand and I wished him all the best.

Act 5, Scene 1 - This train terminates here

While I had been chatting to the young man and woman, I'd also noticed an older man opposite me who was reading. From time to time he would look in our direction and look away. Now that my friend had got off I focused my attention on him. Then his mobile rang and he chatted for a few minutes. From what I could make out, he usually travels on the tube (underground trains) but they weren't working; that's why he had to take the bus. Now it made sense why the bus had been so crowded. He needed to get to a place in East London. When he finished his conversation, I asked him where he wanted to go. He said a place called Walthamstow. I told him I was travelling part of the way and I would show him how to get there. He was very relieved.

"It's fun travelling by bus," I said. "People speak to each other on buses."

"Yes, I noticed. No one speaks to anyone on the tube. If you do they think you're nuts."

"I haven't been on the tube in ages,” I said. "Do people still open up their newspapers and ignore everyone?"

"Yes, they do," he smiled.

Act 6, Scene 1 - Let's talk politics

Another man sitting next to me said he had also been affected by the tube problems which he believed was due to the big football match that evening.

"If the Underground can't cope with a football match, how are they going to cope with the Olympics in 2012?"

That made all of us laugh.

"We might as well keep Ken Livingstone on as Mayor because at least we know where we stand with him," he said. "If Boris (the Conservative Party mayoral candidate) can't run a magazine how do we expect him to run London?"

"You have so much faith," I laughed. "When is the next election anyway?"

"This year. That's why Ken cut the fares so we could vote for him. The fares will go right back up as soon as he's mayor."

We all had a good laugh.

"At least we know where we stand with Ken," he continued. "Before Ken got voted in, he promised he would bring in Congestion Charging. Then Ken won, brought in Congestion Charging and people still complained. Why complain? You voted him in! At least he did exactly what he promised he was going to do unlike other politicians."

"That's so true," I chuckled. "It's amazing how Ken came back after good old Maggie got rid of the GLC."

"I remember. I was a young boy growing up north during the coal miners' strike," he said.

"That's so amazing! I was just speaking to a young woman earlier about the film "Billy Elliot" which is set during the miners' strike."

"You sound as if you've had a very interesting bus journey," he said.

Unfortunately the next stop was his stop and he quickly said goodbye.

I told my other friend that ours was the next stop.

Act 1, Scene 2 - I should be so lucky

As soon as we got off that bus, I noticed our next bus was right in front. I beckoned my friend on. "That was good timing," he said.

On the bus I told him he needed to get off two stops down and catch another bus that will take him all the way to his destination. I even knew the road he was going to because I used to use the library facilities on that road. He said he was visiting a friend and lived in Stratford in East London. I told him how to get home by bus. He was very impressed at how familiar I was with the London bus routes. I told him if I ever went on the gameshow, Mastermind, my specialist subject will be London buses.

As we arrived at the stop where my friend was meant to change, I noticed the bus he wanted was right in front; at that moment, my next bus pulled up behind. So we both jumped off.

Before my friend and I parted company he said, "Thanks for your help. I've never been this lucky in my life!"

I then caught my bus home.

Act 1, Scene 3 - It's magic

As I walked home from the bus stop I thought about the meaning of charisma. Charisma is really the amount of Love one is expressing; how willing one is to shine one's light. The young dancer was full of passion for dancing and wanted to share his talent with everyone. His passion attracted people to him. The young woman dancer also had charisma. It was her love of dance that had given her a new lease of life, which she was happy to share with others.

Sometimes people with charisma inspire others to shine. I noticed this about the man I travelled on the next bus with. At first he looked very serious. When we were chatting his face lit up and was transformed into absolute beauty. He even appeared a lot younger. I also noticed that the man who was discussing politics also looked animated and was full of life. I could tell he loved a good banter.

I believe that because of the Love we were all experiencing, that bus journey was raised to a frequency of pure magic where everything flows and there are synchronicities galore. In other words, everyone was being their true selves - Joy.

Some people find when they return to their "normal" lives, they can't sustain that high frequency and resort to fear and doubt. Before you know it the individual starts believing that his experience of Joy was only a transient dream that was nice at the time but not based on reality. Some even attribute experiences of Joy to the spiritual plane, which have no place in "physical" reality.

In truth, Joy is right here and now. Those who are experiencing doubts are the same people capable of being Joy. It's simply a matter of where one focuses one's attention. Focus on Joy and Joy dissolves all experiences of doubts. Joy is where the magic is at.

So how do you keep that Joy going? By being true to yourself; by following your dream; by opening your heart to love others.

I hope my friends in that bus journey continue to be Joy in the here and now or connect with people who are able to raise their frequencies.

I am Charisma; I am Magic.

[Exeunt]

Enocia

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My Forever Friend - 2

Last year a friend who had discovered my writings on the Internet got in contact with me. He asked me if I could contribute to his Journal, Dialogue for Cultural Literacy. I contributed an article called Give Peace a Chance. He also wanted us to meet in person, which I agreed to.

During our meeting, he told me that he wanted to publish my articles into a books and for us to work on a writing project. However, I didn't feel that he was the "right" person to publish them so I didn't pursue it.

I've just received an email notifying me my friend passed away yesterday. So my instinct was right after all.

I am so glad I met you, Roi. Peace be with you, forever.

Enocia

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Go On, Switch It On!

Over the last few months I've noticed more buses have had the computerised Station Announcer installed, which tells passengers what the next stop is and the route's final destination. It took some getting used to, but now I love hearing the woman's soothing voice; it's like God speaking to me. I'm sure the Announcer takes the pressure off bus drivers who can now focus on their driving instead of being pestered by passengers.

At some point during my bus journey home, the bus driver switched off the Announcer to ask passengers to move inside the bus and away from the doors. He didn't switch the Announcer back on. Go on, switch it back on, I thought. No response. Then I thought, instead of asking the driver, why not ask my I AM Presence, my True Self that is in all? So I thanked my I AM for switching the Announcer back on. The driver switched the Announcer on for about a minute and it was off again.

OK, maybe I should have asked for the Announcer to be left on throughout the journey. I asked for this to happen but there was no response. I knew it was going to be switched back on. After a few minutes, the bus arrived at a place called Stoke Newington. Sometimes this particular bus route terminate here; when that happens the driver usually announces this so passengers who intend to travel further can get off at the next stop and catch another bus. A woman walked up to the driver and asked if the bus was terminating at Stoke Newington or going all the way to Seven Sisters. The driver said he was going all the way. After exchanging banters the woman returned to her seat. The driver then switched the Announcer back on. When the woman was getting off she walked back to the driver.

"Driver, I'm getting off at the next stop," she said. "Now if you'd had that thing switched on in the first place, I wouldn't have had to ask you earlier."

"You mean you're not going all the way to Seven Sisters after all that?" the driver teased her.

"No, I never go all the way."

"Neither do I," the driver chuckled and I knew their conversation had entered a whole new realm of double-entendres.

The woman laughed and got off the bus.

The driver kept the Announcer on till the penultimate stop when he switched it off. A young man beside me asked me if the bus was terminating at the next stop and I said yes. Then the driver switched on the Announcer, which announced that the bus was terminating at the next stop and we should all bugger off. Only kidding. The Announcer told us to get off and take all our belongings (i.e. rubbish) with us.

For me, that bus journey was a Master class of my I AM in action. My True Self is constantly radiating Her light in all realities. Every time I ask my I AM a question, it is instantly radiated in all. This means everyone hears my call. Those who are sympathetic to the request will act upon it. The driver wasn't open but the woman was; and her action reminded the driver to switch the Announcer back on.

I am Love-Light.

Enocia

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Little Acts of Kindness Last Forever

My mother was teasing me again about how I look very young for my age. She said she met someone on our local bus who was asking after her "little girl." The woman said mum's little girl had been very nice to her and had helped carry her shopping. Mum told her I was always helping people.

I couldn't remember exactly who that woman was but one thing that struck me was how the woman still had that memory of that one act of kindness.

Every day I witness many little acts of kindness. Little acts of kindness take many forms from being courteous, complimenting someone, helping someone in need, smiling, listening to someone, chatting, blessing, etc. The more I notice these acts of kindness the more I see and experience. I've recorded on my blogs many little acts of kindness people have shown me.

I have observed that you don't have to be of a certain religion or have a spiritual belief to be kind, nor do you have to wait till a certain time of the year so you can be nice to someone. Little acts of kindness are usually spontaneous and unconditional. For instance, during my bus journey this morning I noticed a woman outside pushing a buggy (push chair). She dropped something and a passer-by picked it up for her and walked away.

Another thing I've noticed about little acts of kindness is that they are instantly reflected back at me. On the bus yesterday, I noticed this woman beside me had some kind of fabric on her lap. I thought it was beautiful. I reached out and touched it and asked her what it was. I told her how much I liked it. She said it was her scarf and thanked me for appreciating it. On my next bus, this young man sat in front of me. He told me how much he liked my hair. I thanked him. He asked if he could take me out but I declined. When he got off the bus I waved at him and he blew me a kiss.

Now the national newspapers are not interested in little acts of kindness. Why would they? Little acts of kindness challenge the reality the media likes to portray of people constantly at war with one another. The truth of the matter is majority of people live in harmony with one another and perform little acts of kindness. The only acts of kindness national newspapers tend to focus on are big showy gestures from celebrities giving out millions of Pounds to charity; which is quite understandable really considering celebrities are journalists' bread and butter.

I'm not saying there's anything wrong with people donating millions to charities, all I know is that it is the little acts of kindness that connects people in their every day lives, and which stay in people's memories. What is real lasts forever.

I will continue to focus on these little acts of kindness that I notice all around me. Most of all, I will continue to let Kindness express as me.

I am Kindness.

Enocia

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Comfort

At the bus stop there was already a bus waiting. Oh good, I don't have to wait then. The driver turned the bus round, parked, and switched off the engine, indicating he was resting for God knows how long. I could easily have walked to the main road, only a few minutes away, to catch another bus but something told me to stay put.

While I was waiting, I remembered I had forgotten to put on my stud earrings which were in my purse. The first compartment I looked in had my "lucky penny" I found recently. At that moment a van drove by. I looked up and noticed the company name on the van was "Pennywise." How funny! I found my earrings in the other compartment and put them on.

By now a few passengers had arrived. The bus driver was still keeping us waiting. Finally he was ready and we piled on board. Two stops down a woman got on. It was my mother's friend. A few days ago she phoned my mother in distress after she heard that her younger brother had passed away suddenly. He'd spent a whole month with her in December and as soon as he returned home to Sierra Leone he was gone.

I went to sit beside her. I told her how sorry I was about her loss. She said she was flying home in two days for the funeral. During my ten minute journey, she talked about her brother. He was head of the linguistic department at the university and was working on his PhD. He used to even give lectures at SOAS in London; I used to use SOAS's library when I was at college. My friend said one of the professors from SOAS paid her a visit last night with a tribute they'd written which they wanted her to read at her brother's funeral. She talked about how he was so full of life, how he always looked good, and how people admired him. She said her brother had just finished a whole hour of Bible study with his family when he felt unwell and he soon lost consciousness and he was gone. She said she missed her brother.

Now it all made sense why I had felt like staying put at the bus stop so I could be there for my friend. Before I got off I gave her a hug and wished her all the best.

Enocia

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Express Delivery

It's my older brother's birthday in a few days time.

While I was going out the other day, my mother asked me to buy a birthday card for him. She said she wanted a card that had beautiful and meaningful words. After checking several shops, I couldn't find any that was suitable. I bought him a fun card for myself and explained the situation to my mother. Mum said she would look for a suitable card the next day.

At the time I was thinking whether I should post my brother's card or deliver it in person. I figured that when mum buys her card, we can post them together.

When I went home yesterday evening my mother told me she hadn't found a suitable card because the ones she saw were aimed at juveniles, not grown men. That was exactly what I had found when I was looking for a card. I guess society believes men are not into mushy stuff unless when they are in love when some of them write love letters. Mum said she was going to call my brother on the day and sing "happy birthday" to him.

Now that my mother had decided not to buy a card, I was still left with my dilemma: do I post the card or take it to my brother's house in person?

The phone rang and my mother answered it. It was my brother's wife. My mother had given her some food a few days ago and she said she was popping in on her way to work to return her bowls. Being the eternal opportunist that I am, I gave my sister-in-law my brother's birthday card to deliver to him on his birthday.

Now that's what I call express delivery!

Enocia

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Love is All Around Me

Over the last three weeks I've been asked out by three different men. The first one sounded like a good idea at the time. While I heard my voice saying "yes" something in me said no. It was a feeling. I stayed with the feeling and knew that my feeling was right.

The next guy was someone I got chatting to. Again it felt natural speaking to him at the time and when he asked whether I wanted to meet up some time, it felt like a good idea at the time. We haven't been able to meet up because he's been travelling. Then I had that feeling again which told me it wasn't appropriate.

The third guy was someone I met around where I live. As soon as he asked me I said no because I knew he wasn't right.

Why do I keep attracting guys are so obviously don't feel right?

Love is all there is. Love creates harmony with people I meet and I find the other reflecting facets of my life experiences. We end up sharing experiences. At that moment it's good and feels right. Sometimes I even end up recording the experience in my blog. While the encounter is right for that moment it doesn't mean I have to prolong that experience and develop it into a special relationship. Besides, one moment of love lasts forever anyway.

How do I know what relationship is worth pursuing?

I listen to my guide within, which is the feeling of my true self or Soul. There have been many times when I've been asleep and have woken up and not remembered where I am or who I am. One thing I've always remembered is the feeling of Joy that is my essence. In other words, take away concepts and beliefs and all I'm left with is that feeling of Joy that is Me. When I am in silence I'm back to that feeling again.

My point is what the human sees as ideal is not necessarily how Soul sees things because Soul considers what is best for the Soul not just the human personality. She arranges each encounter which is always in harmony with my being and my life's purpose. If it's not appropriate I'll know by how I feel.

There was one important guy who I turned down because I was seeing him from the personality perspective. One day during meditation the Voice within told me to go out with him as he was good for me. I did and he was good for me, in terms of my Soul journey.

I wonder if those encounters with those three guys are telling me that my dream of being with my Soul partner is about to come true? I know I am already connected with my Soul partner anyway. It's a matter of letting it unfold naturally.

I can't wait to be with you in form.

Love is all there is.

Enocia

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Falling in Love

Sometimes I can fall in love at the drop of a hat; or is it heart?

There I was sitting in the bookshop browsing, as I do. I noticed a young man reading opposite me. He looked as he was in his early twenties but then again looks can be deceiving. There was something about his face that attracted me. Suddenly he was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. I was so in awe I kept staring and admiring his face and blond hair. The more I admired him the more beautiful he became. He was totally oblivious to my admiration. After a while I returned to the book I was reading. I was so engrossed I forgot all about the guy.

After a while I felt as if I was being watched. I looked up from my book and realised the guy I had been staring at was gazing in absolute wonder at my face in rather the same way I had done earlier. Our eyes met and I smiled. He returned my smile. Then we both returned to our books.

After browsing for about another hour I left the bookshop.

It's good to fall in love ever so often. Even now as I think about him I get a warm glow inside.

Enocia

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Switch the Light On

In a response to a friend's email I wrote:

"Ask yourself this question: Am I going to continue to fumble in the dark or am I going to switch the light on?"

My True Self is the eternal Light that is always shining forever.

I am Light.

Enocia

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Fake Babies

Everybody's looking for that something
One thing that makes it all complete
You find it in the strangest places
Places you never knew it could be

Some find it in the face of their children
Some find it in their lover's eyes
Who can deny the joy it brings
When you found that special thing
You're flying without wings Westlife, Flying Without Wings Lyrics

The other night I watched a documentary called My Fake Baby: Living Doll about people who have a fascination with life-like baby dolls called re-borns. One woman, who had put off having kids for years because she and her partner wanted to enjoy life, now collects these "re-borns." They don't come cheap though. She spends a fortune on getting outfits to dress her babies. She even travelled to America to collect a smiling baby until she discovered the baby had a crack on its skull.

Another woman, who used to look after her grandson until he and his mother emigrated to New Zealend, had one designed for her. Her husband wasn't too keen on the baby though.

Another woman has a nursery full of "re-borns."

I guess I can see the fascination with these babies. They don't cry (though you can have ones custom-made that cry; they don't need feeding (though you can have ones that you can feed); they don't need changing (though you can buy lots of outfits if you want to); and they never grow up.

I much prefer real babies, who are adorable, though I have no desire to have one of my own.

Speaking of which, a woman and her baby sat next to me on the bus yesterday. He had such a lovely smile. I asked her how old he was and she said it was his first birthday; her husband's is the day after. They'd just come from his birthday party at the nursery. She said he arrived five weeks early. She wasn't even on maternity leave at the time. On that day she went to work as normal and felt a cramp and didn't think much about it. He popped out around 3 pm.

Back to the fake babies. We all have our different ways of expressing our joy. If some women find they get joy from fake babies then why not?

Enocia

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Spin Doctor

"A political press agent or publicist employed to promote a favourable interpretation of events to journalists." Meaning of Spin Doctor

Every day is an opportunity for me to express who I am as Love. I expect every moment to be full of love. When that doesn't seem to be the case, I can spin the day so it can be love.

For instance, I could watch the news and feel down about the stories or I can bless the news with love.

If I get into a disagreement with someone, I can hold a grudge or I can bless the person with peace.

If something doesn't work out, I can get upset about it or I can bless the situation with love and know everything works out for the best.

So it's really up to me what spin I put on my life experiences. Do I want to experience misery or endless joy?

I believe in the power of spin.

I am a spin doctor of Love.

Enocia

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How to Have Less and Still Have More

I love my beauty sleep. I could sleep all day if I could. I tend to wake up in the middle of the night either because I've "downloaded" lots of information that needs to be processed or find myself needing to be in silence. Once I've been up for a few hours and fall asleep, it's not long till daybreak.

How do I resolve this dilemma of sleep and needing to be in silence?

I could spend the whole night in meditation.

That would mean not having any sleep and that's not an option.

The other option is a lot more acceptable. For instance, last night I went to bed at around 12.30 am. I didn't feel like going to sleep because I was still mulling over an episode of "StarTrek" I had just watched. So I put out an intention for the night to pass slowly.

I was awake for quite a while then I fell asleep. When I woke up to have a pee I looked at the clock and saw that it was only 2 am. I fell asleep again. After I had been asleep for hours, I woke up again and saw it was only 3 am. By the time I woke up around 8 am this morning, it felt like I had been in bed for a whole day.

So I can have less sleep and still have more sleep. This is such fun!

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!

The fun doesn't end there. I can also intend for the day to pass slowly so I can fit in as much I want to; or for it to go really fast.

Time is a very elastic toy I can have fun playing with.

Loooovvvvveeee tooooo aaaaaallllll

Enocia

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Following My Heart

After I heard about my friend's passing, whom I met when I used to attend Christian Science meetings, I had a thought that I should attend their testimony meeting, which is held every Wednesday. I figured I could catch up with old friends and talk to them about my friend. On the way there, I kept having misgivings about attending. My heart wasn't in it; I felt I was only going because of my friend. I decided I didn't have to attend church to remember him, he's always in my heart anyway. So halfway through the journey I got off the bus and caught another bus home.

During my bus journey a woman sat in front of me reading a newspaper. She reminded me of a friend who now lives in Ireland. I noted she was tanned so I asked her if she'd been away. She said she'd just returned from a months trip in Kerela, India. She said it was very hot and she had a lovely time. She spent Christmas Day on the beach where there were thousands of people. The women had colourful saris on and they watched a boat race. My friend said she prefers to get away from the hustle and bustle of the Christmas season.

I told my friend I used to watch Bollywood films as a child and my favourite actor was Amitab Bachchan. My friend said she's not keen on Bollywood films but her partner loves them. He was born in Iran, has lived in Iraq and India, and now settled in London. He regularly attends a cinema in North London that specialises in Bollywood films. She said Amitab is also his favourite actor.

I thought it was interesting that this woman's partner had an Iraq connection because my friend in Ireland is half-Iraqi.

My friend said people in India are so friendly. She was really depressed coming back to stony-faced Londoners who don't speak to anyone. She said it was very unusual to be having a conversation with me. I told her I tend to chat to people.

We chatted till my friend's stop.

On the way home, I suddenly felt my Christian Science friend's presence right in front of me. Of course, I can experience his presence any time I like.

I was so glad I followed my heart.

Enocia

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Just Say Now - Revisited

An old article which is always a joy to review in the Now.

Enocia

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Thursday, July 28, 2005

Just Say Now

Have you ever observed kids playing? They seem so light on their feet, don't they? I remember as a child how I loved to skip. I could skip all day and night if given the chance. How many adults do you see skipping nowadays just because it's fun? Unless, of course, you are in a boxing ring or at the gym. Going to the gym has to be my idea of hell!!

Are kids light on their feet because they have more energy?
Do kids have more sense of fun?
Are kids more open?

Kids seem to be more open and have a sense of wonder. You could argue that society is a lot more willing to let kids be free, as long as they go to school, do their homework, eat their vegetables, go to bed early, and act like kids. You could also argue that kids have not been around long enough to have taken on board human conditioning.

Here's a different spin and you know how I love spin. (grin)

I have written elsewhere that human consciousness considers each moment to be cumulative, therefore, the last moment becomes the past, which leads to the present and creates the future. I have also stated that there is a paradigm, a way of seeing the world, that is causeless. In the causeless paradigm every moment arises from the eternal now, does its dance and dissolves into the eternal now. In the causeless paradigm every moment is independent and has no connection to other moments. Thus, someone who is living in a causeless paradigm is always experiencing each moment afresh, while one living in the paradigm of time and cause/effect regards each moment as adding to the last; or the moment to come influencing the present moment.

Bearing the above ideas in mind, if a child is being raised in a paradigm of cause and time, which majority of us were, a 3 year old has already accumulated many human beliefs and habits. However, a 3 year old has relatively more freedom than an 8 year old; while an 8 year old is a lot freer than a 15 year old.

Imagine someone who accepts whatever he is being told and he's reached the age of 30. He is now carrying a huge baggage of human thought forms comprising beliefs in genetics, family, race, gender, sexuality, culture, nationality, medicine, nutrition, science, philosophy, psychology, new age, religion, politics, spirituality etc. Is it any wonder people grow old, get sick and die? It's a wonder that some people can live as old as 80 years old. It's a bloody miracle!

Is it possible to let go of these thoughts and beliefs? Yes, by not trying to change what you are as human. Leave human affairs alone. Walk away from the paradigm of cause/effect and time. This paradigm has given you nothing but grief. Realise yourself as the formless One where every moment is new, and you are free.

I am not saying it is easy to walk away. I still have some old human habits which I have accumulated over the years such as thought forms about pain, that come back to haunt me. I don't try to change them but I have to constantly remember the power of the eternal Now. The Now takes no consideration of your beliefs or how long you've held your beliefs. Simply trust in the power of Now that is forever new.

Here's a useful reminder from Me to me.

When you are being
Distracted from
The Eternal Now,
Just say NO!
But remember to
Take the "W" with you,
For NO is NOW in disguise,
And NOW is forever
Playing at
Being the NEW.

In the Now,
Enocia

The Magic of Giving

Love is a funny thing - the more love I give the more I have to give.

After I had been at the Internet cafe for several hours working on my blog, the proprietor of the shop told me he was going to give me an extra hour for free, which I gratefully accepted.

I love giving love.

Enocia

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Are You Feeling the Post-Christmas Blues?

Last night, my mother mentioned how Christmas passes too quickly. Before you know it, it's over and all the happiness is gone. You're back to feeling the blues.

I believe the happiness is all over very quickly because it wasn't real in the first place. If that happiness was real, it would persist no matter what.

During the period leading to Christmas, at least in the UK, people are under a hypnotic spell that tells them what to buy, what to eat, how to feel, who to be with, and what to do. While you're under that spell, you feel happy and want to be nice to your neighbours until Christmas Day when that spell runs out and you start feeling the blues.

In the UK, after the Christmas spell there is the spell that encourages people to go the sales; another spell that tells people to make their new year's resolutions; a spell that encourages people to go on diets and detox programmes to get rid of the weight they gained over Christmas, or to give up smoking, alcohol or whatever; there's another spell encouraging people to book their next holiday; and so the cycle continues. Before you know it, it's the season of goodwill again when you're being encouraged to spend, spend, spend and be happy all over again.

How do you break that spell?

By not buying into any of it. Just be yourself.

When you're being yourself, you're free to be whatever you're inspired to be in every moment. And as your true self, happiness is yours forever.

I am Happiness.

Enocia

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My Forever Friend

I've just heard that a dear friend has passed away.

We met when I used to attend Christian Science church meetings. He was one of the church elders and I used to spend hours chatting to him about Truth. I also used to tease him that he thought too much.

When I decided that path wasn't my way, I stopped going to church. We continued to exchange emails. From time to time, I would visit the church to see old friends and chat to him. The last time I saw him, we planned to meet up but it never happened.

I hear he hasn't been well for some time. At least he's now released from that experience.

Love never dies, my friend. I know you're always with me. I love you.

Your forever friend,
Enocia

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Eternal Youth

My mother and I were watching a hospital drama on television called Holby City, which neither of us had seen in a long while.

"That doctor is looking older since I saw him last," mum said.

"He does a bit."

"Everyone gets older except you," she said. "I've never known anyone who can stay the same, year in and year out."

"A (my nephew) keeps teasing me that I always look the same," I chuckled.

"Yes, he's catching up on you," mum chuckled. "Everyone gets older but you stay the same."

"I'm like that Take That song, 'Everything Changes But You'."

I sang the chorus and my mother chuckled.

"But we're not meant to age mum," I said. "We're meant to remain ageless forever."

"For you maybe, but people do grow old."

"You remember that time when I was in deep depression?" I said.

"Yes, I remember."

"I feel that something changed within me. It was as if I died and then stepped out of time."

"Maybe, you did die and were resurrected."

"Anyway, since then, every day is the same and nothing ever changes. When I see someone I haven't seen in ages and they look older it doesn't seem real because in my reality they still look the way I remembered."

"Well in your reality people may look the same," mum said, "but in other people's reality, they grow old."

"Remember when J asked you who that young woman was she sometimes sees you with it."

"She couldn't believe you were my daughter," mum chuckled. "You know the old man that lives round the corner?"

"Yes, I like speaking to him."

"He was asking me the other day about you. He said, 'how's that young girl? She is a very nice girl.' I was thinking she's not a young girl!"

"That's so funny," I laughed.

"People must think I had you late in life or something?"

"By the way, I've told A when he turns 18, I'm going clubbing with him."

"I bet he looks older than you or you're mistaken for his girlfriend."

"Probably," I chuckled.

I find it interesting that even though my mother doesn't accept eternal youth as our true nature, she accepts that I can never grow old. That's why she can see me looking the same in four years time when my nephew turns 18.

The truth is I am Light and Light is changeless.

Enocia

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Power Songs

I have affirmations that I use that empower me. (See Japa). I also have songs that do the same. One such song is "Sweet Freedom" by Michael MacDonald, which for me is about my True Self. I even hear it in my dreams.

Just want to share the lyrics to the song and the video, again.

With love,
Enocia

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Sweet Freedom

By Rod Temperton

No more runnin down the wrong road
Dancin to a diffrent drum
Can't you see whats goin on
Deep inside your heart
Always searchin for the real thing
Livin like its far away
Just leave all the madness in yesterday
You're holdin the key
When you believe it

Chorus:
Shine sweet freedom
Shine your light on me
You are the magic
You're right where I wanna be
Oh sweet freedom carry me along
We'll keep the spirit alive on and on

We'll be dancin in the moonlight
Smilin with the risin sun
Livin like we've never done
Goin all the way
Reachin out to meet the changes
Touchin every shining star
The light of tomorrow is right where we are
There's no turnin back
From what I'm feeling

Chorus:

Coz there'll be starlight all night
When we're close together
Share those feelings dancin in your eyes
Tonight they're guiding us
Shinin till the mornin light Lyrics

Michael McDonald - Sweet Freedom

I Have Learned a Great Secret

My friend, Ben Gilberti, sent me the following piece which I'm going to post here.

My friend also attached a fractal he's designed which I love. I like that the middle has the figure 8 which is very signficant for me. The 8 represents the union of Heaven and earth; "as above so below."

With love,

Enocia

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I haven't looked at this in over a year. It’s funny that I should be reminded of it right on New Years Day. It's the greatest thing that Mary Baker Eddy ever wrote. It's the greatest spiritual practice she ever devised, and it's what made her one of the greatest spiritual lights of all time. I'll just paste it in here just as she had written it:

I Have Learned a Great Secret
by Mary Baker Eddy

I have learned a great secret. I am going to tell you what the secret is, and it is wonderful.

It is this: Not to see or hear or repeat any kind of imperfection. It is seeing and hearing and repeating good only, at all times and under all circumstances, and in spite of everything that appears to the contrary.

I make this resolve every morning, when I first open my eyes, and I renew it every hour of the day. I see perfection in myself in my friends, in my so-called enemy, in my affairs and in world affairs.

I take my radical stand for the perfection of God and everything and for everything and everybody He has created. I look upon the world with God's eyes and see it just as He sees it, and I refuse to see it in any other way.

I stop a dozen times a day, and renew the resolve, and make sure that I am not repeating error or giving way to criticism. I watch my thoughts about people, the lame, the old, the unloved to sense that I pass in the street, stray animals, I except nothing. I have taken my radical stand for perfection and I will not, absolutely will not, relax this perfect standard.

The result has been simply marvelous. Try it and you will find that you will be seeing with God's eyes, His perfect sight, and you will behold a perfect universe, the outward condition of your inward thinking.

Much Love,

Ben Gilberti