Free to Be Me as Love

This Blog is Now Closed

2008-03-15T15:00:00.000Z

Thank you for stopping by.

This blog is now closed.

The journey continues at my new blog: Being the Magic. See you there.

Love to all.

Enocia

Welcome

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I feel like I've been studying an undergraduate course that has given me an overview of who I am. After I got my BA Hons, I decided to do a PhD and specialise in a subject that was closest to my heart - Love.

I believe my purpose is to demonstrate that Love is life; Love is truth; Love is freedom; Love is wealth; Love is the only power; Love is reality; and Love is all there is.

In this blog I shall continue to share insights, experiences and realisations as I feel inspired to in that moment. Please note that the articles I'm sharing are my perspective and not meant to instruct readers in any way. Make of them what you will.

For my current and previous blogs see My Other Blogs.

Unless otherwise stated, all articles are copyright © 2007-2012 Enocia Joseph. You have my permission to copy and distribute articles for personal use only. Please include the link to the particular blog. For any other use other than personal, and any comments you might have, please email theoneinall@googlemail.com.

Love and light.

Enocia

Fractal designed by Ben Gilberti.

Articles in Alphabetical Order

--A--

Abundance
Acceleration
Accident or Love in Action?
Accident or Love in Action? - Part 2
Active Intelligence
All is One - A Reminder
Are You a Gutless Wonder?
Are You Feeling the Post-Christmas Blues?
Ascending to Higher Altitudes
As Light as a Feather
Ask and You Will Receive
Awww!

--B--

Bah Humbug!
Be Careful What Questions You Ask
Be Still and Know that I am God
Beauty
Being a Love Conduit
Being a Parent
Being in Love
Being the Sky - A Reminder
Being the Street Finder
Being the Sun
Bellissimo!
Boys Will Be Boys!
Breaking News
Bring It On!
Bringing Out the Best of Someone/Something
Building Works

--C--

Calling in the Professionals
Chameleon
Channelling - Revisited
Charisma in Eight Acts
Chill Out!
Comfort
Concerning Children
Confirmation
Connections
Constructive Criticism
Continuous Play
Conviction
Counting My Blessings
Creating My Own News Headlines
Curiosity

--D--

Daffodils
Destiny and Density
Dissolving Programmes
Don't Worry, Be Happy
Dream or Reality?

--E--

Echoes of Yesterday
Equanimity
Eternal Youth
Every Moment is a Gift of Love
Everyone's a Winner!
Evolution versus Creation
Expecting a Cat to Behave Like a Dog
Express Delivery

--F--

Faith is Seeing Beyond the Fog
Fake Babies
Falling in Love
Film Quiz
Following My Heart
Following My Own Rhythm

--G--

Giving and Receiving are One
Giving You the Best That I Got
Go On, Switch It On!
Golden Moments

--H--

Healing with the I AM
Healing with the I AM - Part 2
Helplessness
Higher Powers
Homing Pigeons
How to Avoid Malfunctions
How to Have Less and Still Have More

--I--

I am into Everything
I Have Learned a Great Secret
I Would Rather Be Grateful, Thank You!
In Joy There is No Fear
In Lak'ech Ala K'in - the Living Code of the Heart
Indulgence
Infinite Blessings
Inspiration
Inspiration - Part 2
Intercession - Revisited
Is Blood Thicker than Water?

--J--

Jonah and the Great Fish
Just Say Now - Revisited

--L--

Leap Year
Letting Things Happen is Receiving What Already Is
Little Acts of Kindness Last Forever
Living in Easy World
Living in My Head
Living on Love
Living Under Grace
Long Live Multiculturalism!
Long Live the King!
Love-Hate Relationships
Love in Action
Love is All Around Me
Love is Life
Love is Meeting All Needs Perfectly - Revisited
Love is No Respecter of Persons
Love is the Only Cause I Support
Love, Laughter and Happiness
Love Thy Neighbour
Loving the Sadness

--M--

Mad about Walking
Magic
Making the Inner and Outer One
Mind Your Language
More about Giving and Receiving
More about Intentions
More About the Inner Sound
Moving at Snail's Pace
Muddy Boots
Mutual Agreements
My Choir of Angels
My Choir of Angels - Part 2
My Ally
My Forever Friend
My Forever Friend - 2
My Past, Present and Future Self

--N--

No Judgment
No Time Passes - Revisited
Nothing Added, Nothing Taken Away
Nothing Can Dull My Shine
Nothing Really Changes

--O--

Of Course I Have Wings
Oh No, Not More Football!
Oh No, You Don't!
Oh, What Fun!
On Being a Flirt
On Being a Lighthouse
On Being Blessed and Being a Blessing
On the Same Page
One Dreamer, Many Players
One Family, One Surname called Love
One Life
One Man's Meat is Another's Barking Madness
Oneness
Oo-er Missus!
Open Sesame!
Opposites Do Not Attract
Opposites Do Not Attract - Part 2

--P--

Paradox
Power Songs
Predicting the Future

--Q--

Quote of the Day
Quote of the Day - 2
Quote of the Day - 3
Quote of the Day - 4

--R--

Rain, Rain, Go Away!
Rain, Rain, Good to Have You Here
Receive What You Have Been Given
Remember Love

--S--

Satisfaction
Saying Yes to Love
Self-Belief- Revisited
Shhh!
Slow Boat to China
Song of the Day
Song of the Day - 2
Specialist Subject - Love
Spin Doctor
Steamy Windows and Other Beautiful Things
Stop That Bus!
Strange But True!
Survival Issues
Switch the Light On

--T--

Taking Stock
Thank You, Love
The Devil Finds Work for Idle Hands
The Double
The Enocia Show
The Fixers
The Game of 'Let's Pretend' - Revisited
The Game of Time Keeping
The Greatest of These is Love
The Hand
The I AM at Work
The Magic of Giving
The Many Facets of Self
The ONE Account
The Path of Love
The Path of Self-Mastery
The Penny Drops
The Presence
The Secret of Eternal Youth
The Sword of Freedom
The Temple of God
The Transumting Fire of Love - Revisited
The Two Paths
The Word
The World in Motion
There is No Natural Law of Death and Decay for Man
Timing
Timing - Part 2
To Dream or Not to Dream?
Traffic Warden
Travelling
Tuning into the Love Station - Revisited

--U--

Ultrasound
Unopposed

--W--

Walking in the Light
Walls Have Ears
What a Lovely Surprise!
What Are You Like?
What Do I Believe?
What is the Ego?
What's Enlightenment Got to Do With It?
Why I Will Never Move On from the Past
Why Opposites Do Not Attract

--Z--

Zero Energy

I Would Rather Be Grateful, Thank You!

2008-03-15T13:50:00.000Z

The following article was previously posted at my Infinite Life, Infinite Joy blog.

I am now posting it here as it relates to a recent article I wrote.

With love,
Enocia

Related article: Love is the Only Cause I Support

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Saturday, October 15, 2005

I Would Rather Be Grateful, Thank You!

Recently for three days in a row, the Internet was down at the library where I usually post my work. The library staff said we should all complain. I said it was not my style to complain, which I believe negates the excellent service I always receive. The library staff insisted that they are supposed to provide efficient service all the time. They believed their IT department was not going to take the problems seriously unless more people complained. Someone shoved a complaint form in my hands. I took it with me and dumped it in the bin.

I have noticed companies have "suggestions" boxes and complaints forms, but I've never seen an appreciation box. I wonder why?

We seem to live in a whining society where it is believed complaining will get you the desired results. I don't believe in complaining. When I complain I'm focusing my attention on faults which manifests more of the same. Let's say I bought something that was faulty, I'll simply return it and either ask for my money back or exchange it for another product.

People perform better when they are appreciated. Focus on someone's "bad" behaviour and that's all you'll see, which doesn't give the other person room to be more. If you have nothing good to say about someone, focus on someone you have something good to say about; or say nothing.

But how is society going to improve if you don't complain or make suggestions? I know from experience that what I put my attention on is magnified. I would rather give my attention to all the good work and excellent service I receive; I also know that everyone is always doing the best they can based on beliefs and environment.

Take what is happening globally such as natural disasters, wars and attacks. Governments, religions, scientists, and the media spend so much energy focused on the worst and when it happens, governments says "We were right to warn our nationals about an attack, see it has happened!" Religion responds "We knew this would happen; it is that prophecy come true!" Scientists say "It is just as we predicted; we were right!" As for the media, well disasters are their bread and butter anyway. Of course they are all right. If you focus your energy on the worst, it happens.

Everyone has the right to complain. I would rather be grateful for all the good I am receiving, thank you very much.

With love,
Enocia

Love is the Only Cause I Support

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I don't believe in supporting any causes or raising awareness for any charity. I used to but then I discovered my awareness was creating more harm than good. In other words, I was attracting more of what I was focused on. Here are a few examples:

At one time I was very interested in raising awareness about child abuse. I even went to a rally against abuse at Trafalgar Square where I shared my own experiences. It was the first time I'd ever spoken in front of so many people. Because I was so focused on raising consciousness about child abuse, all of my friends at the time were survivors of abuse. My best friend was not only a "survivor", she was a psychologist so that's all we seemed to talk about. I was very angry against men. One day I "woke up" out of that experience and realised I wasn't a survivor or a victim, I was me. My survivor friends soon melted away from my experience.

I used to wear a ribbon that represents awareness of HIV and AIDS. Then I started going to a meditation centre once a week. At the centre, I made friends with a man who was HIV+. At the same place, I met someone I ended up having a relationship with. Before we got involved in an intimate relationship, he insisted that I took an AIDS test as he had already had one done. Because I was so AIDS aware, I had no problem with the idea. In fact, I thought we were both being very sensible. Then one day I "woke up" and realised I was way too AIDS aware for my own good. So I stopped wearing the ribbon. My HIV+ friend and I lost contact and my relationship with the AIDS aware guy soon ended.

I used to support the Homeless charity. I even did some voluntary work at one of their centres one Christmas and I went on a sponsored walk to raise money for the charity. Years later I ended up homeless. I guess I was way too aware of homelessness.

Since whatever I focus my attention on is magnified, now I support only one Cause - Love. In my writings I raise awareness about the presence of peace, love, joy, life, light, abundance, goodness, happiness, perfection, wholeness and magic in every moment. That is my only focus and what motivates me.

Incidentally, my mother went to a "Daffodil Day" church service recently. When she returned home she brought me a daffodil badge. I asked if she'd got one for herself but she said she'd only picked up one and wanted me to have it. This particular daffodil badge is currently being used to promote cancer awareness. Given that I don't support that charity, I wondered why my mother had brought me the daffodil. Then I remembered that I had recently brought to her attention the fact that daffodils were already in full bloom. I even ended up writing a piece the experience. I wrote:

"Dear daffodils, your presence is very welcome. Thank you for expressing your beauty so perfectly." Daffodils

Aha! The daffodil was simply a gift of love from all daffodils acknowledging my gratitude. Thank you daffodils, I love you too.

Love is the only cause I support.

Enocia

Related articles: Living on Love; Inspiration; Daffodils; The Causeless Cause; Love is My Foundation; Love Dissolves Grudges; Consciousness Raising; Awareness; I Would Rather Be Grateful, Thank You; Where Do You Focus Your Attention?

Oh, What Fun!

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On the bus this morning I noticed the computerised Announcer was giving passengers the wrong destination.

I said to the woman beside me, "I hope to God this bus is not going to Ilford because that's in the opposite direction."

"Maybe, the driver doesn't know where he's going," she chuckled.

"The other day I got on a bus that said 243 in front and 123 on the side. So I asked the bus driver which was correct. He said I should ignore the number on the side."

"Sounds like the driver didn't have a clue," my friend said.

On the bendy buses passengers have to buy their tickets in advance before travelling. Sometimes people get on these buses without tickets. If you're caught without a valid ticket on these buses, you get fined on the spot. Some inspectors even report people to the Police. Now there is an announcement that comes on reminding passengers with Oyster Cards to touch in their cards on the reader. The other day, I heard an announcement that asked passengers to get their tickets ready as the ticket inspectors were getting on at the next stop to check our passes. Passengers who hadn't touched in their cards got up to do so. A few who didn't have tickets got off. At the next stop no inspectors got on. I reckon the bus driver had only put on that announcement to put the fear of God in passengers. I shared this story with my friend and we had a good laugh about it.

I noticed the Announcer on our bus was now announcing the correct destination.

"The driver must have woken up," my friend said.

It's such fun travelling by bus.

Enocia

Related articles: On Being a Flirt; Why Opposites Do Not Attract; The Enocia Show; Go On, Switch It On!

Building Works

2008-03-15T13:04:00.002Z

Just recently they started building new houses where I live. As I'm not going to be living in the area when it's completed, I wondered what it was going to look like. I had a thought to look up the website to see what exactly they were building but I forgot to check.

Today, two days after wondering, two brochures dropped through the letter box from the company responsible for the building works. In the brochure were images of what the place was going to look like, which was going to include houses for students and lots of shops.

Thanks, Love, for answering my question.

Enocia

Related articles: Calling in the Professionals; Express Delivery; Ask and You Will Receive

Oo-er Missus!

2008-03-14T11:43:00.005Z

At the library, I offered the security guard one of my Fruit Pastilles.

"See if you can suck it without chewing," I said.

As he was helping himself to one he said, "Do you like chewing or sucking?"

"I like sucking then I chew."

"I hope you're very gentle when you chew," he said.

"I am very gentle," I giggled.

I love double entendres, don't you? ;-)

Enocia

Awww!

2008-03-14T11:20:00.006Z

As I was walking to the bus stop this morning I noticed the cutest mouse underneath a car, then it disappeared down a grate. "Hey You!" I called out to the mouse. It popped its head out of the grate, looked at me, then disappeared. What a cutie!

On the bus I picked up today's "Metro" newspaper and saw the following story.

Surfing mice become YouTube stars
Thursday, March 13, 2008

Yes, it really is a mouse on a surf board.

Four mice have become internet stars - after learning how to surf.

More than two million people have watched a YouTube clip of the rodents - called Bunsen, Harry, Curly and Chopsticks - demonstrating their skills on the waves.

Their owner Shane Willmott, a keen surfer from Queensland in Australia, made 10ins wooden boards for them to ride the waves.

He said after a few training sessions, they got the hang of surfing and even appeared to enjoy the thrill of riding the waves.

Bunsen's son, Bunsen Junior became a fifth member of the team and appears on an updated clip.

Shane said he has also started a sideline selling framed photos of the mice with copies of their surfboards to fans for £80 each.

He is also planning to make a documentary about them. Surfing Mice Become YouTube Stars

To watch the video go to the link.

Good to see man and mice enjoying surfing. I reckon surfing must keep those mice squeaky clean.

I love mice!

Enocia

Related article: What Goes Around Comes Around; Bear With Us While We Rescue You; How Cute!; Being Adorable

What Do I Believe?

2008-03-13T13:58:00.015Z

A reminder about what I believe:

I believe there is only the One that is infinite love, power and wisdom
I believe the One is appearing as my thoughts, feelings and all that I am being.
I believe the One quickens my body, moves me, inspires me, nourishes me, and is my constant supply.
I believe the One appearing as me is appearing as the all in all time, space and realities.
I believe the One is constantly working and never stops working.
I believe the One is my True Self.
I believe with the One nothing is impossible; and all things are possible
I believe in the One. My Personal Creed

Enocia

Related articles: Conviction; My Personal Creed

Quote of the Day - 4

2008-03-13T13:29:00.001Z

"To those leaning on the sustaining infinite, to-day is big with blessings." Mary Baker Eddy

Every Moment is a Gift of Love

2008-03-13T13:09:00.004Z

As I was walking home yesterday, I was pondering over an experience I had recently and wondered why I'd had that encounter with that individual.

"Every moment is a gift of love because there is only Love," the Inner Voice reminded me.

Of course I know this to be true.

When I arrived home I turned the television on and heard someone on the channel saying "Every moment is a gift."

OK, Universe, I get the message. :-)

I could suddenly see the gift in the experience with the individual which immediately gave me a different perspective. I decided to withdraw the article I'd written about the experience.

I am so grateful for the gifts of Love in every moment.

Enocia

Related articles: Living on Love; Infinite Blessings

Quote of the Day - 3

2008-03-13T13:01:00.002Z

"The magic of Belief grants phenomenal results for all who accept it; belief takes you where you want to go with the speed of propulsion." Bring Out the Magic in Your Mind, Al Koran

Timing - Part 2

2008-03-13T11:51:00.007Z

"Life is like a comedy. The timing has to be perfect otherwise it's not going to go down too well." Timing

There have been times after writing a piece, I have felt nauseous like I've eaten something that doesn't agree with me and needs to come out.

This is My way of telling myself that the article either doesn't want to be published in that format or it's not the right time for it to be published. I end up either editing the piece or I leave it in draft format. If I feel the article is no longer appropriate, I delete it.

If you ever notice an article has been withdrawn, now you know the score.

Enocia

Related articles: Timing; Love is All Around Me; Order

Song of the Day - 2

2008-03-12T13:35:00.006Z

My song of the day is Let's Hear it for the Boy by Deniece Williams. I just LOVE that song. This song is also part of the Footloose soundtrack. Kevin Bacon is soooo cute in this film!

Deniece Williams - Let's Hear It for the Boy

Rusty:
My baby he don't talk sweet
He ain't got much to say
But he loves me, loves me, loves me
I know that he loves me anyway

And maybe he don't dress fine
But I don’t really mind
Because every time he pulls me near
I just want to cheer

Let's hear it for the boy
Let's give the boy a hand
Let's hear it for my baby
You know you go to understand

Whoa, maybe he's no romeo
But he's my lovin one-man show
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Let's hear it for the boy

Rusty, Ariel, Irene & Doreen
My baby may not be rich
He's watching every dime
But he loves me loves me loves
We always have a real good time

And maybe he sings off key
But that’s alright by me
Because what he does he does so well
Makes me wanna yell

Lets hear it for the boy
Lets give the boy a hand
Lets hear it for my baby
You know you go to understand

Maybe he’s no romeo
But he’s my lovin one man show
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Lets hear it for the boy

Maybe he’s no casanova
Still his kisses knock me ov-ah

Hear it for the boy
Lets give the boy a hand
Lets hear it for my baby
You know you gotta understand

Oh, he don’t score at bowl-a-rama
Still you gotta thank his mama

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Lets hear it for the boy
Hear it for my man
Let's hear it for my baby Lyrics

Making the Inner and Outer One

2008-03-12T12:10:00.004Z

The following article was previously posted at The One in All blog. It's definitely worth a revisit.

Enocia

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Wednesday, August 17, 2005

Making the Inner and Outer One

"When you make the two one, and when you make the inner as the outer and the outer as the inner and the above as the below, and when you make the male and the female into a single one, so that the male will not be male and the female not be female, when you make eyes in the place of an eye, and a hand in the place of a hand, and a foot in the place of a foot, and an image in the place of an image, then shall you enter the Kingdom." (Gospel of Thomas)

One of the reasons why I love the American comedy, Sex and the City, is because the girls remind me of how I used to be in past relationships. No, not their sexual antics, I wish; I used to spend hours analysing my relationships with my girlfriends. I believed men and women were from different planets and couldn't understand one another. My girlfriends and I would come up with various reasons why a boyfriend was behaving in a particular way. I would analyse my relationship to death. In hindsight, the signs were always there and oh, so simple: he just wasn't that into me. Hehehe!

If you are someone who is playing the game of being a woman, you might see men as a different species that don't understand the female of the species, and need help decoding men's behaviour; and vice versa. You might even see men as the enemy in a patriarchal society depriving women of their freedom. If you are someone who identifies yourself as a particular sexuality, you might see others of a different sexuality as not being able to empathise with you. There are infinite ways to express insanity.

The bottom line is it is all about communication, learning to speak one another's language. Over the years I've been on various personal development courses to learn how to communicate and be in rapport with other people. Because I was playing the game of being human, I found these courses to be of immense value. I reckon it would be so much easier, and cheaper, if we had a Universal Translator as they do in Star Trek. Sigh.

Back to the topic in hand. The spiritual path for me is making everything Spirit. How can this be achieved? By realising that there is only One within and without. The One within is Essence, the creative power and intelligence that is always seeking to express Self. The One within is me, you, the cat, the dog, everything in its purest state of Love.

All is the One. What we experience as the material universe is the One without. Right now, the One within i.e. the world that we are all experiencing without does not quite match the One within; if they did match, the world wouldn't be in the state it is now. Why is that?

Ask the One within why you are in pain and His response is "I am wholeness." This kind of response is madness to the human. "What do you mean I am whole. Can't you see I am in agony here?" Ask the One within how to meet your needs and the response is "I am Abundance" or "All is yours." Again, this kind of answer is baffling to the human. Is it possible that the human and the One within are speaking two different languages? Is the human from Mars and the One within from Venus, as John Gray would put it? Hahaha.

The One within is the same One expressing without, or rather it should be the same. The human without is not living as the One within because of break down in communication and misperception. When the human self is in agony and the One within tells him he is already whole, he doesn't realise he is the Voice within giving himself counsel. As far as the human self is concerned, the One within is from another planet, Venus.

The human self has bought into the idea of an ego self, preventing him from being who he is. There is no ego, carnal or mortal mind keeping one imprisoned in the human realm. There is only one Self. You are that Self. You made the decision to have a human life so you can make your inner world the same as the human. In other words, you are here to make heaven and earth one.

In order to experience "heaven and earth as one" as a tangible form, the within and the without have to be in synchrony. They have to be speaking the same language. There is one way to speak the One within's language: agree with Him. It is that simple. If you the human self is in pain and you call upon the One within for assistance and you hear "I am Wholeness," agree. You could thank the You within. You could acknowledge the truth that you are already whole. Or you could say, "Yes dear, whatever you say dear." (smile) Ignore the sensations without and keep trusting in the truth of who you are. Don’t even think of falling back on your old human ways. Do nothing, just observe as you are made whole, as if by magic.

The human self can be a tough cookie. Believe me, I know. But there have been many times when I have asked for help and been given a vision or words of counsel, trusted and witnessed its manifestation. For instance, for years I had this nagging knee pain that made it painful to walk. I must have tried all the therapies known to man. I finally prayed to God. (I wasn't aware that there was only One at the time). I was shown an image of myself running. It was difficult for me to believe but I accepted it. I stopped all therapies. The time soon came when I ran for a bus and I saw the fulfilment of that vision.

How does one know when one is speaking to the One within? The One within always wants what is best for you. He doesn’t judge you. He wants you to be fulfilled and live joyfully. Who do you think gave you the desire in the first place? You, of course. So the outer you/human self has to align yourself with the inner You.

In Jesus' teachings, we see evidence of the inner and outer Self merging as one. Jesus refers to the inner Self as Father, and the outer Self as Son.

"The Son can do nothing of himself, but what he seeth the Father do: for what things soever he doeth, these also doeth the Son likewise. For the Father loveth the Son, and sheweth him all things that himself doeth: and he will shew him greater works than these, that ye may marvel." (John 5: 19-20)

"I and my Father are one." (John 10: 30)

"And he that seeth me seeth him that sent me." (John 12: 45)

"He that hath seen me hath seen the Father." (John 14: 9)

As you can see Jesus knows that he and the Father are one and the same. The problem arose when people interpreted the Father to mean the Almighty God that is out there; and humans as sons and daughters of God. When you see yourself as the son of God you are separating yourself from yourself.

The analogy of Father and Son is a useful model but can be misconstrued. I prefer to see reality as the One God within and without. The One within is expressed as the One without on its own terms. The One without can do nothing; the works are always carried out by the One within. The One without is evidence of the One within. But when the One without/human forgets he is the same as the One within, he bows down to worship himself. By all means, worship the One within if that rocks your world. Never forget that the One you are worshipping is You.

So you have now realised that the One within is you. You now listen to Yourself and ensure that you are always in harmony. What happens is that the world you live in, be it earth or wherever in the galaxy, now acts in the same way as your inner world. Nature is obedient to you because nature is the outer You. You can now expect the whole universe to be in harmony with you because the outer universe is You.

A funny thing happened the other day on a bus journey. I was dreaming up a joke involving a dog. The moment I thought of "dog" a dog barked. I turned round to see a dog sitting a few seats behind. He obviously caught the thought and responded. It made me chuckle to myself.

There is only one Self within and without. He is You. You just need to speak the same language.

With Love,
Enocia

Expecting a Cat to Behave Like a Dog

2008-03-12T11:48:00.007Z

The following article was previously posted on my The One in All blog. I am posting it here as it is very timely.

Enocia

Related articles: Being the Sky - A Reminder; Why Opposites Do Not Attract; The Double; What is the Ego?; Zero Energy

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Monday, July 18, 2005

Expecting a Cat to Behave Like a Dog

Recently I had a discussion with a friend, who is already married, about relationships. He asked me what kind of man I was looking for. I said I expected him to be like the One Self who is accepting of all experiences, non-judgmental, and always there. I asked him if he thought I could find a human who is like God. He said I was expecting a cat to behave like a dog.

I thought his analogy was very funny and so true. While there are exceptions to every rule, the collective cat consciousness or nature is totally different from that of a dog's.

In the same way, you can't expect humans to go against their nature. Human nature is about evolving through learning life lessons. Humans love to share ideas and knowledge, and they have unlimited ideas, but to expect humans to give without expecting anything in return is like expecting a cat to bark. Even those who give for the sake of giving say they get back joy, love, pleasure, or altruism. To justify having a reason to give, humans have even made up a God who gives because it is His pleasure to give. My understanding of God is that He has no feelings, thoughts, or concepts so how can this God feel pleasure? The God that feels pleasure is a human construct.

Humans are capable of immeasurable acts of kindness (according to human standards and beliefs) on the one hand, while creating and experiencing lots of pain and suffering on the other. This is because it is their nature to war against themselves, regarding some experiences as good and others as evil. Is it any surprising humanity hasn't achieved lasting peace when he is constantly warring against himself in one form or another? It's no use pointing a finger at terrorists for killing "innocent" people when you have a war going on within yourself. Terrorism is only self-warring on a larger scale.

There is also no point trying to make humans into something that is totally against their nature. Trying to change humans is like watching a particular channel on television and wanting it to be different.

You're watching a geographical channel but you want to see movies.
You're watching a movie channel but you want to see documentaries.
You're watching a religious channel but you want to see sex.
You're watching a shopping channel but you want to see comedy though, admittedly, some of the products could pass off as comedy. (smile)

I have had some days when I’ve felt pissed off and judgmental, then I feel bad for feeling that way because I think I am way above such pettiness. I then try to change my inner state by thinking up jokes or something to cheer myself up but I still feel pissed off. It is then I realise I am listening to the human channel, which is perfect as it is.

Instead of trying to change humans just accept humanity as it is, a different channel. Accept that humanity is doing the best He can and getting better and better. Then simply switch channels to the real Self that is formless Spirit, the One in all.

As you focus on being the real You, you realise the futility of trying to change humans. You realise that humanity is an aspect of being, a paradigm, but not the real Self. You find that you now experience the world in a different way. You then understand that as your real Self you give because it is your nature not because Self feels any pleasure or joy in giving. Those who live predominantly in the human paradigm might think you've lost the plot as your ideas are so way out, but you are what you are - you are Awareness.

You can't be human and Spirit at the same time. You can't expect a channel to show two programmes at once. If you want to experience humanity then be a human; if you choose to be your real Self then be yourSelf. The spiritual path is about making a choice to be.

Stop trying to change humans; stop expecting a cat to behave like a dog.

Switching channels.

In Oneness,
Enocia

Being the Sky - A Reminder

2008-03-12T10:26:00.016Z

My True Self, Love-Light, is like the vast and boundless sky. The sky doesn't judge; the sky simply accepts all that I am.

In order for me to be the sky at all times, I have to remember that my nature is the sky.

There have been times when I have been distracted by the clouds which appear to have hidden the beauty and majesty of the sky. When that has occurred, I haven't beaten myself up about it, nor have I blamed the clouds for being what they are. I have simply remembered who I am as the sky and risen above the clouds.

I am the Sky.

Enocia

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Living on Love

2008-03-11T14:48:00.015Z

"It is the spirit that quickeneth; the flesh profiteth nothing: the words that I speak unto you, they are spirit, and they are life." John 6: 63

Can one live on love?

Well, the sceptics might say love is not enough.

You have to be practical about life, you know.
Love cannot put food on the table.
Love can't make you feel better when you're not feeling well.
Love can't protect you.

Well, I beg to differ.

Every day I hear people wishing each other well:

Good morning/afternoon/evening/night!
Good day!
Have a nice/lovely day!
Take care!
Cheers!
Look after yourself!
Mind how you go!
All the very best!
Take it easy!
Good luck!
Be lucky!
Be happy!
Be kind to yourself!
Namaste!
Salam Alaikum!
God bless you!
Peace be with you!
Hare Krishna
Om Namah Shivaya!
My thoughts are with you!
You're an angel!
You're a star!
You're a joy!
You're beautiful!
Thank you!
I love you!

These are not just nice words intended to make me feel good for a moment. I see these words rather like a product label which claims to do exactly what the label states, if you believe it does. So when someone wishes me a good day, I see that wish as my guardian angel whose purpose is to make me have a good day and take care of my needs.

Even if a wish is simply a smile, then that smile is transformed into an angel whose purpose is to uplift me.

I can always send myself good wishes and they will work just as well.

Every moment of every single day I am living on Love.

Enocia

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On Being a Flirt

2008-03-11T13:27:00.008Z

In last night episode of America's Next Top Model, the host, Tyra Banks was teaching the prospective models how to flirt with the camera. She encouraged the girls to treat the cameras like their boyfriends or partners.

I could relate to this. I see the world as a reflection of My Beloved, my ONE True Love, which I'm constantly flirting with. While I'm flirting, I see the same look of love of my Beloved in people's eyes.

On the bus this morning, this elderly-looking woman got on. She had this radiant smile. I was also stuck by the beauty of her eyes, which were so blue, I couldn't help but fall in love with her. She sat opposite me. She said she'd been running for the bus.

"Thank God, I could run for the bus," she said.
"Thank God, you were able to get out of bed," I grinned.
"Yes, thank God."
"And thank God for such a lovely day," I said.
"It's a lot better compared to yesterday, innit?" she said. "Yesterday was so windy."

As the bus drove off, the lady pointed a shop where she said she'd bought her hat. She said she used to work in a shop round the corner for 40 years. I thought that was amazing. The longest I've ever been in a job was 18 months and that felt like eternity.

My friend also pointed another shop where she said she'd worked for 15 years. She said she still visits her former colleagues who still work there. She asked me if I was on my way to college, which made me chuckle. I must have the perennial look of a student.

As we chatted, I told the lady how beautiful her eyes were. She said people are always commenting on her eyes.

"I met a man the other day who said, 'Why are you staring at me with those eyes?'"

"You should have said to him, 'Why are you staring at me with yours?'"

We both giggled.

My friend and I continued chatting. I asked her if she'd ever been married. She said she was and had seven kids, seven grandkids and great-grandchildren though she wasn't too sure how many great-grandchildren she had. She said I had reminded her to buy some birthday cards. She usually buys the cards and gets her kids to post them on her behalf.

My friend said she was on her way to a shoe shop in Elephant and Castle, which has good leather shoes but costs half the price of normal shops. She recommended that I check it out sometime.

As I was getting off the bus, my friend said, "Mind how you go!" Just at that moment the bus lurched forward which could have sent me flying but something held me upright. I had a feeling my friend's good wish had protected me.

It was such fun flirting with my friend.

Enocia

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Being a Parent

2008-03-11T12:51:00.003Z

I have a ritual every morning when I look at myself in the mirror and say "Hello beautiful! I love you!"

It really doesn't matter how I'm feeling, it's just wonderful to know that I am always there for myself, regardless.

Richard Bandler, co-founder of NLP (Neuro Linguistic Programming), once said: "It's never too late to have a happy childhood." Now I know what that feels like. I am the mother-father I have always wished for.

You are beautiful and perfect in every way.
I am always here for you, Enocia.
I support you in all you do.
I love you.

Enocia

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Conviction

2008-03-11T12:25:00.000Z

I once heard a story about Mary Baker Eddy, founder of The Church of Christ, Scientist. Mrs Eddy used to perform many healing miracles, even raising the dead. When one of her students asked her how she performed the works that she did, Mrs Eddy replied that when the student believes what she says, she can perform the same works.

Mrs Eddy had conviction. She believed in what she said and her words came to life. She also proved there was a scientific principle behind healing which could not only be demonstrated but can be shared, which she did in Science and Health with Keys to the Scriptures. Many people have been able to experience healings through following her teaching because they believed.

I'm reminded of the following passage in the Bible when Jesus says:

Have faith in God. For verily I say unto you, That whosoever shall say unto this mountain, Be thou removed, and be thou cast into the sea; and shall not doubt in his heart, but shall believe that those things which he saith shall come to pass; he shall have whatsoever he saith. Mark 11: 22-23

As I see it, conviction goes beyond mere belief. There's no point blindly following someone who has achieved such and such if I can't demonstrate that truth in my own experience. I have to know without a shadow of a doubt that what I think or believe is true. So while I've studied religious texts and scriptures, I have found it important to explore what God/Love means for me. That's why I don't follow any religion or spiritual discipline.

Conviction is also about trusting in my own path, even when others think I'm mad. Conviction is being able to accept who I am no matter what.

In my blogs, I am sharing my conviction, which are not meant to instruct or convince anyone in any way. I hope I'm able to inspire readers to trust in their own conviction.

I believe in Love.
I believe in Me.

Enocia

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Timing

2008-03-10T10:24:00.010Z

During an email exchange I had with an American friend recently, I mentioned a British comedy I used to love called 'Allo 'Allo, which is set in a French cafe during World War II. The comedy takes the Mickey out of the Gestapos, the Italians, the English and the French. It was hilarious!

I've just read in today's Metro that 'Allo 'Allo is being broadcast in Germany for the first time. It got me thinking about timing.

I happen to be a huge fan of comedy, well my kind of humour. From what I've observed, comedy has a lot to do with timing. The way the comedy material is delivered has to be spot on otherwise the humour won't work.

Timing also has to do with demand for a particular comedy. If the audience is not open to that kind of humour, then this means the timing is simply not right. I believe the reason why 'Allo 'Allo was so successful in the UK was because it was produced during the backlash against 1980s political correctness. People were sick of being told what to say and think and this comedy was simply perfect.

I find there are some comedies that work well in their time but when I watch them again they just seem dull and ordinary. There are only a few comedies that make me laugh time and time again.

It seems to me that the media bosses have decided the time is now right for this comedy to be broadcast in Germany. Whether the humour goes down well remains to be seen.

Life is like a comedy. The timing has to be perfect otherwise it's not going to go down too well.

Enocia

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On Retreat

2008-03-08T12:15:00.000Z

Thank you for stopping by.

I'm still on retreat till further notice.

With love,
Enocia

Helplessness

2008-03-01T12:35:00.012Z

The other night I watched a documentary about two girls who were abducted eight years ago. At the time they were ten years old. One of girl's father described what he was going through at the time. He said the police asked him to let go as they were on the case, but he felt so helpless. After being away for about four days, the girls were rescued.

I'm sure many people can relate to the father's helplessness. Most people have been programmed to be in control and depend on no one. To be dependent means you haven't got any sense of dignity. Where is your pride?

In Remember Love I wrote that I was here to demonstrate Love as my only supply. This means letting go of pride, becoming like a child, and depending on God to meet all my needs; and I mean everything. I pray to Love first and trust in Love to appear as the equivalent form. Every day I wake up grateful for the day ahead and all of Love's infinite blessings. And I take nothing for granted.

So yes, I have to admit, I am very weak. There is no room for me and Love; there is only Love. Where there is only Love, life is filled with wonder, joy, and miracles.

Thank God for helplessness!

Enocia

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Leap Year

2008-02-29T16:06:00.006Z

Given that this day only comes once every four years, I thought I'd share some important information about Leap Year.

Traditionally, it's when women are meant to propose to their men. Being a Smart Alec, I thought I would link that theme with some anagrams for "Leap Year."

Ale Payer - Well, all those women who are going to propose are probably going to need some Dutch courage i.e. Ale, plus they have to cough up for it. That's the price women have to pay for Feminism! ;-)

Peal Year - The church bells are certainly going to peal for those whose men say Yes.

Plea Year - No need to beg, have some dignity!

Early Ape - When one woman was turned down, she was so frustrated she called her man an "early ape!" whatever that means.

Anyway, if you fancy making up your own stories, here are loads more anagrams for Leap Year.

Have fun!

Enocia

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Being in Love

2008-02-29T14:46:00.011Z

Infinite Love is all there is.

This means we all share the ONE Infinite Love while having our unique individualities. It's rather like a bus carrying many passengers headed in their own unique destinations.

Unlike the human experience where most people tend to mind their own business, in the ONE all is known. We are always loving and supporting one another no matter what.

I have a choice whether to commune with the ALL/ONE; or commune with individuals.

I woke up last night with a cramp on one foot. At first I called on the ONE for assistance to release the cramp but it didn't seem to do the trick. I felt I needed personal attention, so I thought of a friend and asked him for healing. I instantly felt a Presence and was told to lie down. The Presence massaged my foot until the cramp went away. The Presence stayed with me for quite some time.

I then thought it would be fun to speak to other people I "knew" which I did. Today, I actually received emails from two of the friends I chatted to last night.

It's wonderful being in Love.

Enocia

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Channelling - Revisited

2008-02-29T13:47:00.002Z

During my bus journey I looked up at the sky and spotted a cloud that looked like a dog, a Poodle. I gazed at it until the cloud became formless; or at least transformed into a shape I couldn't quite figure out. I then had this strange feeling that I was a dog or I was looking at the world from the perspective of a dog. I felt one ear pricking up as some dogs do. I knew I was channelling doggie behaviour.

I recently watched a Reality TV show called The One and Only where they were looking for the UK's best tribute acts. The winner would be performing at Las Vegas. Some of the tribute acts were so amazing it was like they were continuously channelling the actual stars. They moved just like them. I was dead impressed with the Lionel Ritchie tribute act who is a white guy; Lionel Ritchie is black. The winner was the Dusty Springfield tribute act.

If people can impersonate singers so well, imagine what it would be like if they could channel the One and Only True Self? Now that's magic!

I am channelling, love, love, love.

Enocia

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Remember Love

2008-02-29T10:25:00.016Z

It's no accident that I was born into the family I was born into; or that I was born in London; or that after my parents got divorced, my brothers and I went to live with relatives in Sierra Leone. It's no accident that I came back to live in London. Everything was planned perfectly in line with what I am here to achieve.

After experiencing child sexual abuse, I vowed I would break the chain of abuse. I thought that was my mission. Then I realised that there were other chains I needed to break such as the attachment to race, religion, nationality etc. After going through psychoanalysis and deconstructing my identities, I thought that was it, but there was something missing in my life which nothing could fill. I then met several people who kept giving me the identical message: "Spirit wants to work with you." I kept resisting and resisting. It was only when I surrendered to Spirit that I realised I was here to demonstrate Love is all there is.

Unfortunately, people who had agreed to work with me had forgotten our agreements because for whatever reason they are also resisting their "mission." The good news is that even when someone doesn't remember on one level, at another level they always remember because we are all one in Love.

For instance, when I finally surrendered, I was guided to move in with my mother. Over the years she had accumulating books on metaphysics that she didn't find at all helpful. Yet something had told her to keep them. I found them very useful indeed. After living together for a few years, we lived apart briefly.

It was now time, according to Spirit, to put my conviction to the test by completely trusting in God/Love to meet all my needs On top of this I was given a task to freely share my experiences without the resources to do so. So I prayed for help and I got the idea to move back in with my mother. Again she was ambivalent because a part of her doesn't find any value in what I do. She thinks I'm wasting my life when I could be an important person everyone can look up to. Yet, there is a part of her that offers assistance, even though she doesn't know why she is doing it. I believe it is Love working through her, pure and simple.

I have since remembered/being shown other things I'm going to be doing, which obviously involves other people. I trust in Love to attract the right people at the right time.

All my love and eternal gratitude to the One Love in all.

Enocia

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Infinite Blessings

2008-02-28T10:05:00.009Z

Last night as I was waiting for the bus, this elderly-looking woman appeared at the bus stop. As all the seats were taken, I offered her mine. She thanked me and said, "God bless you!"

I felt the power of her blessing all around me. When her bus arrived she thanked me again and said "God bless you!" Again I felt the power of her words and felt really blessed and loved.

If one person's blessing can have such power, imagine what's it's like to receive blessings from everyone. I got my answer this morning in the form of a vision, though it was very real to me.

The room was filled with the entire universe. The finite mind might question how it is possible for infinity to fit into one tiny space, but the laws of Spirit are unconditioned. All things are possible with Spirit.

Anyway, there was everyone present as their essence as Love-Light. They included all species in all realities, all forms, all ideas. They were the ALL of God. Everyone was present all beaming with pure love. Even people I've had "difficulties" with were there as love.

The All spoke with one voice. I was told that they were here to give me their blessings and continuing support. The ALL are constantly pouring out their love to everyone and seeking expression through each of us if we are open. The ALL wish to dream through all of us. I was told that all we need to do is trust in Love and Love can take care of all our needs. I soaked in their love like a sponge.

I was soon given the opportunity to put the love of the ALL in practice.

A few days ago I noticed that after I had used an eyeliner I hadn't worn for a while, my eyelids started itching and they got really sore. The next day my eyelids were swollen. After I prayed for some healing and my eyelids got better, I applied the eyeliner again but my eyelids got worse so I abandoned it. After my vision this morning, I decided to apply that eyeliner. Before I did, I recalled the love of the ALL knowing my eyeliner was part of that love. I then thanked the eyeliner for its blessing. After I had applied it, my eyelids were fine. As I write this, they are still fine.

After I got dressed, my mother asked me to buy some milk from the shops. I discovered the price had gone up by 10 pence. I told the shopkeeper I would pay him later. When I went home I told my mother about this. She asked me to fetch her purse so I could give the man his money. On her bed was the 10 pence I needed. I asked mum if she'd left the money there and she said she didn't remember doing so. I bet it was from my friends of love.

Thank you ALL for your infinite blessings.

Enocia

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The Hand

2008-02-27T14:09:00.007Z

In a recent article I wrote about how I once woke up and felt a hand trying to suffocate me. I was able to release the hand with some words from the Bible.

Someone who had read that article had this to say:

I just read about your experience of an unseen hand choking you to death! I had a similar experience about 1979-1980.

I arose one morning and suddenly an unseen hand was choking me to the point I could not breathe. I thought to get dressed quickly and drive myself to the hospital but realized there just wasn't enough time so I picked up the phone to call for help. But alas, I could not breathe in, OR out, and realized that I couldn't speak, either. My ears began to ring and my vision began to fade and I fell onto the bed. Just before I died, I yelled out (in my mind since I couldn't speak) the word "Lord." It was as though I said "Uncle" and immediately the hand let go and I was able to breathe!

The Creator can, and does, listen to your thoughts! Learn to carry on a conversation with YOUR CREATOR and you'll have the ultimate relationship you could ever hope to have!

Wait till you experience that unseen hand reach deep into your chest and massage your liver! WOW; nothing tops GOD!

Keep it up and one day you'll feel His Seal lower over your forehead and emboss His LOGO in your skull! YOU BELONG TO YOUR CREATOR!!!!!!

I found it fascinating that he'd had a similar experience. It got me wondering about people who apparently die in their sleep. I wonder if that hand is the culprit?

I have also experienced the Benevolent Hand. That Hand once pulled me away by the scruff of my neck when I was about to be run over.

I expect to only experience the Benevolent Hand.

Love can only attract Love.

Enocia

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The Sword of Freedom

2008-02-27T13:34:00.009Z

A while back, I had a vision where I was given a sword made of Light, which I was told would free me from obstacles, limiting beliefs, attachments; and cutting through undesirable thought forms.

Why would I give myself a sword to free myself when I only need to be my True Self, who is already free? Indeed, it is a troublesome paradox. While I have experienced my True Self's freedom, these experiences are still few and far between. I mean, I wouldn't be bashing away at this keyboard if I could project the words instantly on screen, would I?

I guess that since it was I who created or bought into those limiting beliefs and experiences, it is I who have to free myself from those beliefs. The sword is one of many ways to achieve this.

This also means I get to live out my fantasy of becoming a Jedi Knight and wield my sword. I can always call for back-up if I need to.

May the Force be with you!

Enocia

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Strange But True!

2008-02-27T13:06:00.005Z

The following might sound strange to readers but it's the God honest truth.

The last time I combed my hair was in 1999. I still kept my hair short as I do now. I decided to dye my hair so I went to a salon to have it done professionally. I went for reds; my two favourites were Terracotta and Paprika; or Diablo Red 666. :-)

The stylist taught me how to bring out my natural curls with gel. That was a real blessing to me. Since then, not a single tooth has gone through these tresses. I don't even own a comb.

I no longer dye my hair but I still use gel.

Life is so much more simpler without a comb.

Enocia

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Travelling

2008-02-27T11:31:00.007Z

I woke up in the middle of the night and found I couldn't go back to sleep. I pondered on some ideas then did some meditation. While I was meditating, I saw myself hovering somewhere and I could see little pinpoints of light in the distance. It actually reminded me of seeing a city at night from an aeroplane. Then I was back to my "body."

I used to experience what is popular called astral projection where I would feel myself moving very fast. This time, I wasn't moving at all; it just happened in a flash. Maybe I was moving at the speed of thought, which is a lot faster than light. It was like, now you see me, now you don't. This happened three times.

Are you ready for an adventure?

Fasten your seat belt everyone as this might be a bumpy...oh no, it's over before it even began. What a bummer!

Enocia

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Nothing Can Dull My Shine

2008-02-26T11:47:00.008Z

In last night's episode of the reality TV show, America's Next Top Model, Tyra Banks, one of the judges, senses one model is unhappy. She asks her what the problem is. The model tells her that she's been experiencing jealousy from the other girls which is making her unhappy. Tyra says to her: "Don't let anyone dull your shine!"

Excellent reminder there, Tyra.

My shine is my joy, peace, love, truth, power and all that makes me who I am. No one has the power to dull my shine unless I give that individual the power. Neither do I have the power to dull anyone's shine unless I am given the power to do so.

Put another way:

"No one can make you feel inferior without your consent." Eleanor Roosevelt

Nothing can dull my shine.

Enocia

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Inspiration - Part 2

2008-02-25T16:17:00.005Z

A friend writes on his website:

"Art can mean different things to different people. To some it can remind us of a time in our lives when all was well with the world and to others, it can simply evoke a feeling in us that inspires us to achieve things we previously thought were not possible. Art to me comes from the soul of the artist and is a great gift to the world." Scott T. Tillett Fine Art

Art for me is about inspiration, pure and simple. When I look at a painting I am lifted up to a realm of beauty, love, peace, joy, wonder and magic, the home of my True Self.

Now I could spend years following some spiritual guru and learning how to be my True Self or I could simply visit a gallery and immerse myself in the beauty the artist has to offer.

My point is the easiest way to be my True Self is to do what brings me joy. And as I am being Joy, I experience much of the same.

Thank you so much for your gifts of love, Scott, which I find tremendously inspiring.

Enocia

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Love is Life

2008-02-25T12:05:00.010Z

Ever so often my mother cooks traditional African food which she shares with my brother and his family. One day her daughter-in-law told her how much her son (my nephew) enjoyed it. My nephew is now fourteen and growing taller and thinner. He's desperate to put on weight. Mum thought the traditional dishes would help him put on weight. So a few months back mum offered to cook some traditional African food for him every Saturday.

Yesterday I teased my mother about this.

"You do realise that because of your promise, you're going to have to stick around for at least another 20 years to cook for him?"

"Well, I did promise."

"Yes, you did. What if he decides to have kids? Your grandchildren will need you to cook for them," I said. "Come to think of it, I reckon you're here for at least another 40 years."

"I pray God gives me the strength so I can continue preparing food he loves," mum said. "I enjoy cooking for him."

I can so relate to my mother's prayer. I remember once I was limping home after pulling a nerve and I prayed for help to get me home. On the corner of our street I saw this woman who wanted my help to carry her bag. Logic dictates that when you're in agony you don't have the energy to help someone let alone lift a heavy bag. Yet I trusted in Love and was able to kill two birds with one stone; Love supplied the energy to heal me and to help a friend in need.

Cooking for my nephew is giving my mother a purpose. I know she looks forward to going shopping for the ingredients and preparing the food for he and his parents. Sometimes, she even shares some food with her neighbour who appreciates her food. I know Love will continue to provide all the resources my mother needs to love.

Love is life.

Enocia

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Golden Moments

2008-02-25T10:03:00.009Z

While I was queuing in the supermarket checkout, I noticed the woman in front of me had this beautiful coat with black and white patterns. I wondered what it felt like. I told her I loved her coat. She smiled and thanked me. I thought she had such a wonderful smile, which not only lit up her whole face, it lit up the whole of London. No exaggeration! I asked her if I could feel her coat and she let me. It felt like velvet. She flashed me her brilliant smile again and it gave me the sweetest feeling, just like the Jackie Wilson song:

When you turn on your smile
I feel my heart go wild
I'm like a child with a brand new toy Sweetest Feeling, lyrics

While she was packing her shopping we made small talk and had a giggle and then wished each other a good evening. I passed on the good feeling to the cashier who also had a lovely smile.

I then went to catch my bus. When it arrived, I went upstairs. A woman and her son were climbing the stairs ahead of me. The boy was only about three or four years gold so he was taking his time. They sat right in front. For some reason I decided to sit behind them. When the bus started moving the boy stood up which nearly sent him flying. His mother told him to sit down but the boy didn't want to sit down. His mother forced him on the seat. The boy took out his toys and he hit it hard against the window. His mother told him to be quiet. It seemed to me that the more she told him not to do something the more he insisted on doing it. His mother was literally pulling her hair out. I thought both of them could do with some peace, so in thought I blessed them with Peace.

After a few minutes I said to her, "Your son is a bit of a handful."

"He's been like this since this morning," she said.

To her son she said, "Why can't you sit still and be quiet? You are killing me!"

"Are you being a naughty boy for your mummy?" I ruffled his hair and gave him a mock glare.

He shook his head.

I heard his mother whispering to him that his behaviour had attracted my attention. He looked bashful and then went quiet. After a few minutes he was playing with his toys.

"Hey you!" I said to the boy. "Are you having fun with your toys?"

He smiled shyly at me.

"What's your name?"

"Go on, tell Aunty your name," his mother said.

He told me. (Sorry can't recall what it is now).

"What are those toys?" I said.

"These are my doggies."

"Can I have a look?"

There were two dogs; one was made of wood and the other of some soft material.

"Oh I see you have a big doggie and a little doggie."

"Yes."

I ruffled his hair again. He was a cute kid.

His attention was drawn to the television on the bus. Yes, a few buses in London do have TV screens which show adverts and entertainment news. It's not enough that there are adverts on television, at the cinemas and everywhere you go, we need to be bombarded with more information during our bus journeys. Having said that, I do appreciate adverts as an art form.

Anyway, the boy pointed out pictures on the screen to his mother and he and his mother watched the adverts. Her mother was now very relaxed and smiling. She looked very pretty when she smiled. Before I got off I wished both of them well.

On my next bus home a man sat opposite me. He looked very sad, as if he had the whole world on his shoulder. In thought I wished him peace. After he got off a man in his mid-twenties got on. He spoke to a man and woman but they ignored him. He then sat in front of me. I noticed he was carrying a can of beer. He introduced himself and asked me what my name was. He said he liked me. He started speaking but he had such a thick Polish accent I couldn't quite follow him. I realised that it didn't matter whether I understood him or not, all he wanted was for someone to be there for him. So I listened with my heart. As I listened I found I could understand him. He talked about the way he was being treated at work, he talked about his friends who were unhappy in their relationships, he talked about how harsh life in London was. As my stop was approaching I wished him well but he said he was getting off at that stop.

After we got off, he thanked me for listening to him and said I was very nice. He kissed my cheek and my hand. He also said I was very magnetic. He wanted to talk some more so I listened for a few minutes then told him I had to walk to get to my bus stop and catch my last bus home. When I got on my bus I heard someone calling me. It was the same guy. He said he couldn't say goodbye and wanted to travel with me, even though he was going in a different direction from where he lived. So we sat side by side and I let him hold my hand while he chatted some more. He offered me a sip of his beer but I declined as I can't stand beer. At the last stop I said goodbye. He wanted to walk me home. I told him there was no need and wished him all the best.

By the way, the name of my Polish friend on the bus was Adam. How ironic! I wonder if he was the Adam who got chucked out of the Garden of Eden? ;-)

Life is filled to the brim with golden moments.

Enocia

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Equanimity

2008-02-23T12:15:00.010Z

In last night's American Idol one contestant talked about how her attachment to the outcome was making her very emotional.

I know exactly what she means. I find that when I'm watching a show such as "American Idol" and I choose someone I want to win, I experience butterflies in my stomach. I reckon I'm picking up all the anxieties of not only the contestants but of the viewers. I find when I don't choose any sides, I feel no emotions. I am then able to enjoy the show regardless of outcome. This state of enjoying what is without attachment is called equanimity.

Although I'm going to watch "American Idol" with complete detachment, I still think Michael Johns should win because on one of his auditions he had on a t-shirt with the words: "Sweet Freedom." One of my favourite songs of all time just happens to be "Sweet Freedom" by Michael McDonald.

Another contestant I admire on "American Idol" is Amanda Overmyer, who is such an original.

Apart from Amanda and Michael, I don't care who wins. Really, I don't. ;-)

Enocia

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Long Live the King!

2008-02-23T10:25:00.015Z

In a previous article called Inspiration I wrote:

"For me, inspiration is the raising of my frequency from the level where life is a grind to that of joy, wonder and effortless living. If I want to experience a life filled with joy and wonder, I have to be constantly inspired."

Last night I watched American Idol the annual singing contest. One contestant who was voted off had performed the Elvis Presley classic, "Suspicious Minds." I thought he gave a very good performance. That song takes me on a wonderful trip down memory lane.

Years ago on my way to Australia, I spent a few days with a friend in Bangkok. On my way to Australia, I caught a taxi to the airport. I ended up sharing the taxi with another passenger. I told the taxi driver I didn't have much time and didn't want to miss my flight. The passenger asked the driver to take me to the airport first. The driver nodded, which I presumed meant he was in agreement. Instead the taxi driver dropped the passenger off at his hotel first. By then I was panicking as I didn't want to miss my flight. I was also furious at the driver. I told him what I thought of his decision but he simply smiled and pretended he couldn't understand English.

On our way to the airport I was in the biggest sulk ever. I kept scowling at the driver through his mirror and he kept grinning back at me. Then he put on a tape/CD of Elvis Presley's greatest hits and sang along to them. For someone who didn't speak English he was doing a fine Elvis impression. This pissed me off even more. After a while I decided there was nothing I could do about the situation so I might as well relax and enjoy the journey. So I joined my friend in his karaoke performance. At the time the song was "Suspicious Minds."

We're caught in a trap
I can't walk out
Because I love you too much baby

Why can't you see
What you're doin' to me
When you don't believe a word I say?

We can't go on together
With suspicious minds (Suspicious minds)
And we can't build our dreams
On suspicious minds Suspicious Minds, lyrics

All the resentment I had built up melted away and we had such a laugh singing to Elvis. The taxi driver and I parted as friends.

When I arrived at the airport, I still didn't have much time to spare. The check-in queue was about a mile long. I reckon I must have been the only passenger on that flight who hadn't yet checked in. I mentioned this to a passenger ahead of me and she told me to jump the queue. She even pushed my trolley forward and announced to everyone that I needed to be in front of the queue. When I went to pay for airport tax the passengers let me jump the queue again. I was so grateful to all the passengers.

I believe that "miracle" could not have happened if I'd stayed in a bad mood. It was only when my mood was lifted that people were open to love me in return.

Long live the undisputed King of Rock 'n' Roll! I love you forever.

Enocia

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The Penny Drops

2008-02-22T14:45:00.007Z

My function first and foremost is to be my true self.

While I am being my true self I am serving a secondary faction which is raising the frequency of this dream reality from fear and sustaining it in love.

How do I do this?

By being in my joy and doing what brings me joy.

Aha, the penny drops!

Love, peace and happiness.

Enocia

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Inspiration

2008-02-22T10:15:00.029Z

What is inspiration?

For me, inspiration is the raising of my frequency from the level where life is a grind to that of joy, wonder and effortless living. If I want to experience a life filled with joy and wonder, I have to be constantly inspired.

I find being in stillness is one great way of raising my frequency. All I need to do is listen to the inner sound, the voice of my True Self/Love, and I am filled with joy.

I've always believed in the power of prayer to protect, restore, heal, and meet one's needs. What I've come to realise is that prayer is inspiration, in terms of raising one's frequency.

As a child, my brothers and I lived with my uncle and his family. My uncle was a very religious man and used to insist that we get up at 6 am to join him in prayers. I used to get into lots of trouble because I would either not wake up on time or I couldn't be bothered to get up. When I did used to join the family for prayers, my uncle used to insist that we recite some of the prayers out loud. That was when I perfected the art of reciting The Lord's Prayer while fast asleep. It's a skill that comes in very handy, I can assure you. I now realise the gift my uncle was offering us each morning - raising our frequency; and I'm eternally grateful to him. Now, the first thing I do when I wake up every morning is I pray.

Sometimes I am inspired by a simple smile. Speaking of which, there is a courier company I've noticed around called eCourier, which I find very inspiring. The company's motto is delivering happiness. All the vans are purple (my favourite colour) with pink writings. On the side of their vans are slogans like: "Don't worry, be happy"; "This van is always half full"; and "Every hour is happy hour." Every time I see one of their van it makes me smile. I remember one time I was fretting over nothing. An eCourier van drove by with the words: "Don't worry be happy!" It was exactly what I needed to hear at the time. I hope this business continues to grow from strength to strength. And no, the company is not paying me to promote them.

When I entered the bus this morning, there was a row in full swing between this man and woman. From what I could make out they were arguing over whether someone should have given up a seat for a pregnant woman or not. I went to sit upstairs. I could still hear what was going on downstairs: the man and woman were effing and blinding at each other; and some guys joined in to defend the woman, which pissed off the other guy. I decided to bless everyone with peace. The atmosphere changed instantly. The guys who were defending the woman came to sit upstairs. Then the bus driver stopped the bus and said he was sick and tired of listening to the man complaining and his attitude was creating a lot of bad feelings on the bus. He gave the passenger an ultimatum: keep quiet or get off the bus. The man went silent. I hate to think what was going on in his head though; probably more effing and blinding. :-) After the man had got off at his stop, the driver apologised to the passengers for not acting sooner.

Another way I keep myself inspired is I share my experiences of what brings me joy in writing. The more I share, the more experiences I attract, which I end up sharing, which attracts more experiences of joy...ad infinitum. There is a method to my madness. :-) Incidentally, I've just received the following email from a friend who recently discovered my blog:

Hi Enocia

I 'discovered' your blogs a few months ago and have been reading since. At work I often start the day by visiting your blog to see what little adventures came your way (Not advisable for the Employee-of-the-Month Award though...).

Anyway, I find it inspiring how you always can see the bright side of things. No more clouds to veil the sunshine!

I'm also walking the "mystic path" (call it that by lack of a good name), and more and more I realize that it's not so much the big things, but day to day life that is full of small wonders. Sometimes, unexpectedly, wells up a deep gratitude that this life exists at all. I'm sure you know what I mean. And other days I'm too busy chasing my ambitions and God knows what. But I can take a step back from it all at any moment and find refuge in my inner sanctuary.

Anyway, there's not so much I wanted to ask you, just say hi and introduce myself. Keep'em coming those posts!

Greetz, love & lots of hugs :-)

See what I mean? As I share joy, I attract more experiences of joy, such as this email, which is sustaining my frequency in joy. Thank you, friend, for being my inspiration.

Other things that inspire me are my mother, people, the Internet, writing, books, television, films, music, art, media, humour, animals, birds, nature, food, the colour purple, the number 8, aeroplanes, public transport and life in general.

Wishing you all inspiration in all your ways.

Enocia

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Beauty

2008-02-21T15:18:00.004Z

There is so much beauty and wonder in the world. Here's one.

The above fractal is called cosmic ripples in the new wave of divine love and it was designed by Jack Haas. I love it!

For more of Jack's wonderful creations and expressions, please visit his website.

Love and appreciation in all ways.

Enocia

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Song of the Day

2008-02-21T14:29:00.004Z

I've been humming a song called "Avenging Angels" by Space. I just love the chorus. Space is a great band and I hope they get back together again.

Watch the video at YouTube.

Here's the lyrics:

Calling All Avenging Angels - Space

Vengeance, you know it tastes so good
Vengeance is as cold as ice
When it has you in its sights
When it has you in its sights

Calling all avenging angels (Angels, kick ass angels)
Calling all avenging angels (Angels, kick ass angels)

You could give a call to Scotland Yard,
Or send for help from the FBI.
But they won't stop a bomb going off
With only seconds on the clock

Calling all avenging angels (Angels, kick ass angels)
Calling all avenging angels (Angels, kick ass angels)

Angel, oh angel,
Here to brighten up my darkest day.
Take me in your arms,
Protect me from my enemies. (Enemies)
Oh deadly angel, oh angel,
And when they've got me on my knees -
When they're just about to do the deadly deed
You rescue me, you rescue me, you rescue me!

Calling all avenging angels (Angels, kick ass angels)
Calling all avenging angels (Angels, kick ass angels) Lyrics

Enocia

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Intercession - Revisited

2008-02-21T13:14:00.019Z

There was a time when I was very depressed and I know that my mother was also feeling my pain and, like a lot of parents, wanted to do what she could to alleviate my suffering. I'm sure she was praying for me to see the Light. Well, her prayer did work because I did see the Light. I started exploring different religions and spiritual beliefs. I even returned to church for a few months. Then I realised that the religious path wasn't for me. My way is that of Love-Light that embraces all.

I am very grateful my mother interceded on my behalf and the Light was able to direct me to a path that resonated with me.

While I do not believe in converting anyone to my way, I do believe in interceding on people's behalf.

I pray that everyone lives as their true self as love, light, peace, joy, wisdom, abundance and freedom now and forever.

Lord, make me an instrument of your peace.
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
Where there is injury, pardon;
Where there is doubt, faith;
Where there is despair, hope;
Where there is darkness, light
And where there is sadness, joy.
O Divine Master,
grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled
as to console;
to be understood as to understand;
to be loved as to love.
For it is in giving that we receive;
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned,
and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life. Prayer of St Francis of Assisi

Love and light.

Enocia

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Calling in the Professionals

2008-02-21T10:57:00.020Z

I believe we are all professionals. Some people are experts in many fields while others specialise in only a few. When I need help and I pray, the equivalent professional always appears.

In the book, Praying and Getting Results by Bob Gass, a woman discovers she's locked her car keys inside the car and is desperate to get home. She prays for assistance. A dishevelled looking man turns up and asks if he can help her. She explains her predicament. The man finds a coat hanger that just happens to be lying there, uses it to break in through the window, opens the door, and lets the woman in. The woman thanks him and tells him he's a very nice man. The man says he's not a nice man as he's just been released from prison for car burglary. The woman then thanks God for sending her a professional.

I just love that story! It's good to see the man's car burglary skill put to good use. I reckon car manufacturers could do with car burglars' expertise to help develop better locking facilities.

Just recently I was pondering over a news item on television about Turkey. A ban had been lifted that enables women at universities to wear Islamic headscarves. Given how much freedom people have to express their religious beliefs in the UK, I couldn't understand why that wasn't the case in Turkey. A few days later I ended up meeting a friend who is not only from Turkey but works in the field of human rights. We discussed the news item and he shared background of the case and the ramifications of the lifted ban. As you can see, I had been sent a professional to enlighten me.

Another time I was wondering about what happened to two pop stars. The next day I met this woman on the bus who had met both of these pop stars I had been wondering about. It turns out she moves round in that circle. Again, I was sent a professional in the field.

There have been many times when I've been called upon to share my professional skills. Here's one such example.

The other evening on the way home, instead of going home the usual way, I decided to go for a bus ride. On my final bus home I heard this man, who seemed drunk, asking passengers where we were. They told him. He asked how to get to a particular building but they didn't know where it was. I knew exactly where he wanted to go because I've been in that building lots of times. I was able to share my professional skill with him. Perhaps that's why I went on a detour so I could help a friend in need.

Last night I watched a performance on television by the American stand-up comic, Chris Rock. One of the things he talked about was the gun laws in America. He suggested that the way to deter gun crimes is to raise the price of each bullet to $5,000. When each bullet costs so much you're going to have to think twice before shooting someone. The way Chris described it had me in stitches.

On the bus this morning I saw our neighbour and I sat next to him. Each time I see him, he regales me with stories of the Second World War. You could say he's a professional storyteller. During the journey, he complained about young people not having any respect for society. He said in his day they got into fist fights but nowadays kids use guns. I shared Chris Rock's suggestion about how to prevent gun crimes and he thought it was hilarious. It was good to share a joke with someone who appreciated it.

In truth there is only the One LOVE playing the many professional roles.

Love and appreciation to all the professionals who are willing to share their expertise.

Enocia, the professional joy sharer, bus passenger, storyteller, blogger, telly addict, joker... to name but a few of my skills

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Nothing Really Changes

2008-02-20T15:19:00.012Z

In last night's episode of Hotel Babylon, one of the characters said: "Everything changes yet nothing really changes."

I can so relate to that statement. On the one hand people change, move on, grow closer, grow apart, etc. On the other hand nothing really changes.

How is this possible?

That's because there is one constant that never changes: the True Self which is always perfect. Thus, nothing can be added to or taken away from my True Self.

My True Self remains the same whether I am expressing HER love or not.

My True Self remains the same whether I am walking in light or darkness.

My True Self remains the same no matter what I experience.

Those who connect as the True Self realise that their love never changes. I'm reminded of an experience I once had when I was house-sitting a friend's house that he was in the process of selling at the time. His father used to live in the house until his passing. One day my friend's deceased father paid me a visit and asked if I could pass on a message to his son.

One of the things he shared was the love for his wife. He said that although his wife had been dead over 20 years before him, when they were finally "reunited" it was as if no time had passed. Their love had not been diminished in any way even though he appeared to have "moved on" and been experiencing life without his wife.

I am Love.

Enocia

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What's Enlightenment Got to Do With It?

2008-02-20T10:38:00.026Z

In an email exchange I had with a friend, he wrote:

"I realise now that 'enlightenment' is a false goal. It's just another form of ego trying to make someone feel that they are different or special. I believe that it's the small things in day to day life that are important. For me 'sharing' insights and publishing ideas for others to follow is just amplifying the ego again. For you, that's fine though, it's your 'way' but it's not for me."

Well, I'm not here to judge why people do what they do, I can only speak for myself.

My stories are reminders to myself that, despite appearances and fear mongering, life is good and filled with joy and wonder. Years ago I used to attend Christian Science church meetings. Every Wednesday there is a testimony meeting where people share healings, blessings and miracles they've experienced through prayer, studying the Bible and the Christian Science text book. I was able to share my experiences of healings through prayer and give God/Love the glory. When I stopped following that religion, I still had lots of testimonies to share. What better way to share the wonder of life than on the Internet? And by sharing love I am magnifying love in my life experience.

Sharing the joy of life happens to fit in with my love of writing. Although I've experimented with different styles of writing, "writing from experience" is what I'm drawn to. However, my writing only started to flow when I wrote about love. Now I see that wisdom, beauty, inspiration and joy is everywhere present.

I often hear people complaining about the media and its negative impact on their loved one's psyche. The way I see it, instead of complaining, why not do something about it? So I use the Internet to share stories that I would like to read. The by-product of sharing insights and ideas is that I've connected with so many wonderful people who have enriched my life in so many ways. For instance, a friend who I've never met in person, but correspond with, sent me some prints from his website. I told him how much my mother and I had appreciated the prints. This was my friend's response:

"Glad you and your mother are enjoying them Enocia! It was my great pleasure to send them especially since you liked the grand canyon tree image so much. You give so much with your writings and other things you send around, so I thought it would be nice to send something back to you."

Speaking of giving something back, I've read many books and articles that have been great guides and have inspired me to be true to myself, for which I am eternally grateful. I am simply returning the favour by shining my light as guides only, which readers are free to use as they see fit.

Finally, sharing my experiences and insights in writing is my piece of the jigsaw called the human experience. Put another way, expressing my joy in writing is my calling and what gives my life purpose. I’m glad I heeded the call.

Now though I insist that my experiences are not meant to instruct, I've received hundreds of letters from readers who have found my "ordinary" stories not only of value but have inspired people to be true to themselves. Here's one email I received recently:

"I've been doing a lot of work on the house these past few days. Today you helped me! I had some stubborn nuts and bolts that wouldn't come apart and as so often I think, what would Enocia do? I imagined how love flowed through them but didn't quite get it. Eventually I 'heard' 'wiggle', so I wiggled the two bits of metal against each other and the bolts came apart quite easily."

I was happy to have inspired my friend to see with the eyes of love, which is my friend's true self; at least that's what I believe. When she was open to let Love express as her, she got the equivalent experience.

The other day I shared my appreciation after watching a K.D. Lang concert. The next day I received an email from someone who runs a forum called Langisms. She asked if I could describe the concert for people who had not seen that concert. I was happy to share.

Here's one example of how sharing ideas can be a lot of fun. Some time last year I read a post on someone's blog, which has now been deleted. The piece was called "Jumper." At the time when I first saw the title I thought of jumper as in a pullover/sweater in the British sense of the word. It turned out the piece was about the writer contemplating what it would be like to jump off a tall building, though he never did which is a crying shame. :-D Jump forward several months and there is a new film out called Jumper, which is about a man who teleports from place to place. In one review I read about the film, the reviewer wondered whether Americans were aware of the unfortunate film title, which some Brits are bound to interpret as pullover. I wonder if lots of people are going to stay away from the film because they think it's about a pullover. Reminds me of the film, Free Willy, which has a totally different meaning for British audience. ;-)

I trust you have now been enlightened as to why I share insights and experiences.

Wishing you peace in all your ways.

Enocia

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Of Course I Have Wings

2008-02-19T13:22:00.002Z

I love watching birds and the way they move on the ground and on air.

As I was watching a crow I noticed how he was standing upright on its two feet. Like humans, it can walk when it feels like it. Of course what differentiate that crow and all birds from humans is the fact that they can fly and live in trees; or so it appears.

Actually, I do have wings though in this bodily form it's not visible. I only need to identify myself as Light and I'm flying without wings.

Enocia

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As Light as a Feather

2008-02-19T11:26:00.035Z

As more and more people are realising their spiritual nature, there are all these fine and wonderful ideas being shared in books, on the Internet, and floating in the ether. How come people are still experiencing fear? Is it possible the ideas are stuck in the ether i.e. subconscious and not being released into the conscious mind?

As I see it, as long as life seems to be working perfectly, there's no incentive to live out these principles; until there is an emergency situation when you really get to demonstrate whether you are truly a spiritual being or blowing hot air.

My mother shared the following story she'd read from Praying and Getting Results by Bob Gass. This woman was about to be mugged by a gang and she was terrified. She tried to recall a Bible passage to help her, but the only word that came to mind was "feathers." So she started yelling "feathers!" The men ran away from her because they thought she was mad.

The actual line the woman had been trying to recall was:

"He [God] shall cover thee with his feathers, and under his wings shalt thou trust: his truth shall be thy shield and buckler." Psalm 91: 4

I wasn't surprised that word worked for the woman; the fact that she remembered the word activated the power of that prayer, which was able to ward off the attack.

A few years back I woke up in the middle of the night feeling a hand around my throat. Although there was no one physically present, the hand felt very real and was trying to throttle me. For an instant I went into a panic and fought off the "attacker" but I wasn't strong enough, then I remembered the following words:

"Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil." Psalm 23: 4

The moment I thought those words, the hand left my throat and I could breathe easily again. Before I went to sleep I recited the whole prayer as protection; I didn't want my friendly strangler finishing what he'd started.

Even though I no longer follow any religious or spiritual disciplines, prayer is still a very important aspect of my life. I don't use prayers as protection but as constant reminders that, despite appearances to the contrary, love is all there is. Then I expect to experience life as light as a feather.

Enocia

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Mind Your Language

2008-02-18T15:03:00.006Z

I'm often fascinated to read about athletes who describe how beneficial it is to have a main rival in their field, which spurs them on to be the best they can be.

I believe all experiences are allies to help me realise who I am.

So I heard some kind of alarm going off. I thought it would be a fun opportunity to stop it in thought. After I'd imagined the alarm embraced in my love it stopped. After a few minutes, it was screeching again. I tried the same exercise and it didn't work.

In thought I said "will you please shut the f*ck up?"

I reckon the alarm was so appalled by my language it went into a shock, which shut it up for good.

I'm so grateful to the alarm to help me realise that I have a wonderful command of the English language.

Enocia

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Homing Pigeons

2008-02-18T14:21:00.009Z

As I was waiting at the bus stop I saw two pigeons. Sometimes they were feeling together, sometimes they were apart but there seemed to be an invisible thread that kept pulling them back.

In thought I asked them if they did in fact fly as it's a rarity these days with pigeons in London who seem to walk everywhere.

I continued to observe the pigeons. As the bus was taking ages to arrive, the pigeons had free reign on the bus lane. They kept pecking all the way to the main road, totally oblivious to the traffic; or maybe they knew they were safe. Both pigeons walked to the traffic light. They were going to cross over but the lights changed to green so they stayed put. They waited until the lights had changed then they walked to the other side.

By this time I was bored with waiting for the buses that were never arriving. I decided to use another route across the road. While I was waiting, I saw the two pigeons again. They walked and pecked together on the pavement. After they'd had their fill, they flapped their ways and they were off. It was if they were answering my earlier question that they do fly but only when it suits their purpose.

One thing I got from observing the pigeon was that invisible thread that connected both of them. While these pigeons are connected to their family group, the collective consciousness of all pigeons, the collective consciousness of all birds, and to all life, there was a tangible thread that connected these two pigeons that kept bringing them back together. I can imagine that no matter where they are that thread would always attract them together.

I believe in that invisible thread between two souls which will always draw them together no matter what. You know who you are.

Enocia

No Judgment

2008-02-18T13:00:00.014Z

It suddenly crept up on me.

One minute I was on the bus headed for my favourite bookshop and pondering on the oneness of life, when poof, my vision went funny. Oh no, don't tell me I'm about to experience a migraine! I know love is all there is right now and for always. I was going to take the bus all the way home but something told me to get off and go to the bookshop as planned.

By the time I got off the bus, I was in darkness. It was a funny kind of darkness because all I could see was shadows around me and the brightest light. I crossed over the road and entered the bookshop. I picked up a book pretending to read while I observed the display from stillness.

It felt like I was watching the passing of the clouds as they move across the sky, which I did with detachment. After the "darkness" had cleared I felt a slight twinge of headache and I let it pass with detachment. I felt my stomach go slightly queasy and I let it pass with detachment. I also tested to see if my memory was intact as I used to suffer from temporary amnesia while experiencing a migraine. I found I could still remember my favourite passages from the Bible. Within an hour it had all passed and I was fine.

Later on my way home, just as I was about to catch my final bus the driver closed the doors. I knew there had to be a reason why I had missed it. I heard a young woman weeping. She was saying something but I couldn't quite make out what she was saying as her voice sounded slurred. A passenger asked her why she'd been drinking. The woman said she'd just lost her sister and was very upset. The passenger told her she shouldn’t have been drinking and advised her to go home and sleep. She also asked the woman if she believed in God as that would help her. The woman who was weeping said she didn't believe. She said she didn't have anyone and all her family were in Poland. She came and stood next to me. I reached over and gave her a hug. She burst into tears and continued weeping while I held her. I told her I was sorry about her loss and that she would be OK, at least I knew she would be OK. I held her until our buses arrived, which did at the same time.

When I didn't judge the migraine experience, it simply passed away without any drama.

When I didn't feel any judgment towards the woman, I was able to love her at that moment.

Where there is no judgment there is only love.

Enocia

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One Man's Meat is Another's Barking Madness

2008-02-18T11:53:00.012Z

So there I was having a nap in my favourite bookshop, as I do, when I heard this great manly guffaw coming from my right. It was loud enough to wake me up from my beauty sleep. Maybe, the bookshop staff put the man up to this task so he could wake up all customers treating their shop as a doss-house.

I opened my eyes so I could glare at the offending subject. The only person around was a woman browsing on a shelf. That voice definitely sounded like a man's. Maybe, it was just my imagination. So I went back to sleep. After a few minutes I heard the guffaw again. Who could it be? I looked round and still I couldn't see anyone except the woman. I was now too fully awake to think of going back to sleep but I decided to have a shut eye, just in case. Then I heard the man's laughter again.

This is ridiculous! How come I still can't see the man with the voice? Is this bookshop haunted? Then something told me to look down and there he was: a Terrier on a lead standing next to the woman who was browsing.

"Excuse me?" I said to the woman. "Was that your dog laughing out loud?"

"He's not actually laughing, he's just telling me he wants to go. We've just come from Hyde Park and he's finding this boring."

"Oh I see,” it was my turn to chuckle.

Incidentally, I had also just come from Hyde Park before I came to the bookshop.

After a few minutes the dog protested again and the woman beat a hasty retreat.

I don't blame the dog really for finding the bookshop uninteresting. I mean, he's just been in Hyde Park, which has to be the doggie equivalent of a library/bookshop what with all those records of smells to explore. No wonder the dog was making his feelings very clear. It's the first time I've ever seen a dog in a bookshop though. I guess they allowed him because he's only a tiny thing albeit with a great big voice.

Anyway, Mr Dog, I understand where you're coming from. One man's love of bookshops has to be the doggie equivalent of barking madness, right?

Enocia

Abundance

2008-02-16T11:51:00.004Z

I believe abundance is not just about being able to attract things I love but the ability to be open to experience the allness of life.

Last night I watched K.D. Lang in concert on television, and she was a brilliant performer. What a voice! I love that she performs barefoot; she says it helps her sing better.

K.D. Lang inspires me to be true to myself.

Here's one of my favourite K.D. Lang tracks: "Constant Craving."

Constant Craving - K.D. Lang

Even through the darkest phase
Be it thick or thin
Always someone marches brave
Here beneath my skin

And constant craving
Has always been

Maybe a great magnet pulls
All souls towards truth
Or maybe it is life itself
Leads wisdom
To its youth

Constant craving
Has always been

Craving
Ah ha
Constant craving
Has always been

Constant craving
Has always been
Constant craving
Has always been

Craving
Ah ha
Constant craving
Has always been
Has always been
Has always been
Has always been
Has always been
Has always been Lyrics

I am abundance.

Enocia

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Stop That Bus!

2008-02-16T10:29:00.008Z

My real self is infinite light that exists in all time, all space and in all forms and realities. Put another way, I have infinite selves in all time and space that are always in agreement. It's a matter of remembering to ask for their assistance at all times.

On the bus I was on, I noticed my next bus was right in front of us. I was hoping the bus I was on would overtake it but it wasn't happening. So I asked the Me on the bus ahead to help me catch it.

In the meantime another passenger, who had noticed the bus in front, said to her friend that she was hoping they could catch the bus in front but she didn't think they were going to catch it. I begged to differ. I knew I was going to catch that bus.

There were only two more stops remaining before the bus routes diverged. It was time to take action. I pressed the bell and waited for the bus to stop. I also noticed the other passengers were getting off as well. As soon as the bus stopped, I ran to catch the one in front, which was still waiting at the bus stop. I even beckoned the two passengers from the last bus to catch up and the driver waited for them. They thanked me for stopping the bus on their behalf.

All my love and gratitude to my selves in all time and all space.

Enocia

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Daffodils

2008-02-15T15:54:00.006Z

On the bus this morning I noticed the daffodils were already out in full bloom. I pointed this out to my mother who I was travelling with at the time. She said she'd also noticed. She believed the flowers were out because of the mild weather.

I guess some are going to attribute this to global warming.

As I see it, Light, the substance of all there is, is unchanging. The weather is meant to reflect the unchanging Light. The more one realises the presence of Love-Light in all things, the more that realisation is going to be made manifest as even temperature. We're going to end up having an eternal spring. Hurray!

Dear daffodils, your presence is very welcome. Thank you for expressing your beauty so perfectly.

Enocia

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Walls Have Ears

2008-02-15T13:46:00.012Z

Some of us like to pretend we're all separate and don't have a clue what's going on but that is so not the truth of reality. The moment I think of someone, or vice versa, that connection is made.

Two days ago I asked my mother if she'd spoken to one of her friends recently. Mum said the last time she spoke to her friend was just before she went away on holidays. She said her friend was probably still away.

Her friend had obviously eavesdropped our conversation because she phoned the very next day but my mother was out. Mum picked up her friend's message on the answer-phone this morning. She said she was going to call her friend later.

Well at least I did get my answer.

It's official, walls do have ears!

Enocia

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Open Sesame!

2008-02-15T13:06:00.009Z

In a previous piece I wrote about how I see infinite filaments of light coming from me and attached to everyone and everything. It is through those filaments that I communicate with the all.

This morning I felt like having boiled egg with some toast. As I was preparing my sandwich I decided to add some hot pepper sauce. The lid of the sauce was stuck. I used a towel so I could get a better grip but it wouldn't budge. I tried my teeth but it remained stuck. Then I thought "Oh bottle will you please open?" I left it alone for a few seconds. When I tried it again, the lid was open.

I shared the experience with my mother and she showed me a passage she'd read in the Bible this morning.

"Commit to the LORD whatever you do, and he will establish your plans." Proverbs 16: 3

I guess that's another way of looking at it. God opened the bottle.

Still I must remember to speak to things as I am already connected to them as light. Lids have feelings too, you know.

Enocia

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Bringing Out the Best of Someone/Something

2008-02-14T15:00:00.011Z

I see myself with infinite filaments of lights coming from me and attached to all forms. Every time I focus on a person or an experience, I am activating the filament that connects me to the person or experience; and I get to experience that person or thing. I'm only interested in receiving the highest anyone or thing has to offer, however.

For instance, while I'm reading a book or an article, I know that I'm receiving all the good intentions from that book. This means I get to receive the purest idea before it was filtered by the author's paradigm and beliefs.

I've been doing experiments where I think of someone and then feeling that individual. I've found that the feeling I get is the same feeling of ecstasy I receive when I'm thinking about my true self. I've also done experiments with people or situations I haven't been comfortable with. I've also found that I get the same feeling of joy. This suggests that in essence we are all the same pure love.

What happens when I expect to experience only the best of someone, I am bringing out the best in that individual.

When I was a child, my mother and my two brothers lived with my uncle and his family in Africa. My uncle took on the role of the father figure. My uncle was a very strict disciplinarian and intimidating. And yet I couldn't take him seriously. I knew he was only playing at being strict and angry and it wasn't real. So I refused to be scared of him. Even when I got disciplined by him, I couldn't take him seriously.

The result was that he became how I saw him. By this I mean he was always loving to me and we got on brilliantly. The interesting thing was that for his kids and my brothers who saw him as strict, he was always intimidating to them. When I left his house to live in England, my uncle always remembered me as his favourite niece who couldn't do any wrong.

Though I wasn't actually conscious of this at the time, when I refused to be scared of my uncle, I was bringing out the best out of him. My uncle has now passed away. I heard that at his funeral, many people turned up to give testimonies about what a kind and generous man he was. I wasn't surprised; I always knew him to be a kind and generous man.

I expect to receive only the best life has to offer.

Enocia

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Dream or Reality?

2008-02-14T11:30:00.021Z

Two days ago, a friend and I discussed, via email, our mutual love for the film Total Recall, which stars Arnold Schwarzenegger. Yesterday morning I noticed a van with the company name "Recall." Late last night while I was channel hopping I noticed "Total Recall" was on so I ended up watching it again.

The film, set in the 2084, is about a man called Douglas Quaid who has been experiencing vivid dreams where he's exploring life on Mars with a woman he's in love with. The dream feels more real to him than his current life on Earth where he's working as a builder, and married to another woman he doesn't particularly care about. The question the film is raising is this: is Quaid's recurring dream of Mars only a dream; or is his dream real and his life on Earth a dream?

The dream of Mars makes Quaid want to experience that life so one day he visits a company called "Rekall" which offers their clients memories of a place without the need to actually visit the place. Quaid chooses to experience himself as a secret agent on Mars, but before the memory has been implanted he starts recalling vivid memories of himself as an agent on Mars, which suggests he's actually had the experience for real.

Soon Quaid receives a video instructing him to go to Mars to find the answers. On Mars, Quaid discovers that the city is being ruled by a man called Cohaagen who has a monopoly on air. Because of the poor air quality, a lot of the people who live in slums have been affected by the radiation and have become mutants. Quaid also meets the woman in his Mars dreams who is called Melina and has strong feelings for him. She tells him that his real name is Hauser. Hauser used to work with Cohaagen but switched sides and joined the underground resistance who are fighting for air, then he mysteriously disappeared. Quaid tells her he doesn't remember his life as Hauser and needs help remembering. Melina doesn't trust him because she believes he's still in cahoots with Cohaagen. She's soon convinced that he's no longer the man Hauser used to be and they rekindle their love. Melina introduces Quaid to the resistance leader, Kuato, who helps Quaid remember his life as Hauser.

The story unfolds that Hauser is actually a very good friend of Cohaagen. Hauser offered to have his memories temporarily erased so that he can be Quaid. The woman playing the role of Quaid's wife is actually married to someone else. The plan is that Quaid will be inspired to go to Mars where he will meet Melina who will introduce him to Kuato and the other rebels, whom Cohaagen wants eliminated. Once Kuato and all the other rebels have been eliminated, Hauser will then reclaim his memories and his body, and return to his old wealthy lifestyle on Earth.

Quaid and Melina are soon strapped on to a mind altering machines. Quaid's memories are about to be replaced by Hauser's' and Melina is about to be reprogrammed so she can be subservient. Quaid manages to free himself from the machine and he and Melina escape.

Quaid goes in search of the alien technology that Cohaagen has been hiding, which can provide free air for all, but Cohaagen tries to destroy the technology. Quaid stops him, activates the machine, and the technology transforms Mars' atmosphere into a breathable one. At the end of the film, Quaid wonders whether his experience on Mars is real or a dream. Just as he and Melina kiss everything dissolves into white light.

For me, Quaid and Hauser represents the choices we have: to express ourselves as who we are as unlimited beings; or to be bound by rules and regulations. Most people seem to want to enjoy the freedom to live their dreams as Quaid and yet their beliefs end up sabotaging their dreams and they become Hauser. In the film Quaid chooses to live as Quaid and gets to live with the woman of his dreams.

I believe the question Quaid asks Melina at the end of the movie, about whether they're still dreaming, is a valid one. Quaid the resistance fighter in love with Melina, and Hauser the friend of the dictator are both dreams. The white light at the end represents the ONE who is actually having all the experiences.

I am Light.

Enocia

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Film Quiz

2008-02-14T10:36:00.006Z

The film industry in America is called Hollywood.
The film industry in India is called Bollywood.
The film industry in Nigeria is called Nollywood.

Have you ever wondered what the name is for the film industry in Britain?

That's easy, it's Brollywood.

Welcome to Brollywood everyone! You might just need your brolly (umbrella).

Enocia

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The Game of Time Keeping

2008-02-13T11:42:00.000Z

I don't wear a watch and I haven't worn one in many years. As I see it, there are always clocks around anyway. Failing that, I could always ask someone if I need to know the time.

So there I was relaxing in my favourite book store. I had a feeling it was getting late and wondered what the time was. I looked round to see if there was anyone I could ask. There were two customers sitting behind me but they seemed so engrossed in what they were reading I didn't feel like disturbing them.

I had another option: play the game of time keeping. So I looked at the empty space to my left, imagined myself asking someone the time and receiving the answer.

Soon enough a shop assistant walked by and stood right where I had imagined someone. I asked him the time and he told me.

I love playing, don't you?

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Why Opposites Do Not Attract

2008-02-12T13:20:00.002Z

There's been a lot of focus on the "Law of Attraction"; some have even called it a "secret." The "Law of Attraction" is no secret. Solomon, King of Israel, made this realisation thousands of years ago:

"For as he thinketh in his heart so is he." Proverbs 23: 7.

In other words, one attracts what one believes or thinks about the most. Here are a few examples of the Law of Attraction in my life experience.

Yesterday evening while I was at the bookshop and enjoying the tranquillity, a man sat next to me. He took out his mobile phone and made a phone call. He had a booming voice. For a split second I wondered why I had attracted that experience then I remembered how much I love listening to the Italian language. My friend beside me was speaking fluent Italian just for me. I probably would have taken offence if he was speaking English. Haha.

This morning I left home half an hour earlier than usual. I got on a bus I don't even normally travel on. At one bus stop I noticed this man coming out of a shop and rushing to catch the bus I was on. I had a thought that he would have to hurry if he was going to catch it. It was then I realised I knew him. I went out with him a few years back but I didn't pursue it because I didn't feel we were compatible. Why was I attracting him now? When he came upstairs he looked for an available seat. He didn't even notice me and was about to walk past me, but I grabbed his arm and invited him to sit next to me. He smiled and seemed happy to see me. I asked him how he was and what he'd been up to. He said he was very busy with work. I told him I saw a news item on television recently about Turkey. It was about a ban that had been lifted that enables women at universities to wear Islamic headscarves. Given how much freedom people have in this country to express their religious beliefs, the news report made little sense to me. I could see why I had attracted my friend. He's from Turkey and he works in the field of human rights. He told me that during the ban Muslim women who wanted to wear headscarves while attending university had to travel abroad to places like the UK to study, which costs a fortune. It was lovely seeing my friend again.

After I got off that bus I caught another one and chose a seat upstairs. The guy behind me started singing the chorus to the Justin Timberlake song "Cry Me a River." I knew exactly why he was singing that song at that moment. A few nights ago I watched Dancing on Ice, where celebrities are paired off with professional skaters and compete in front of judges. In that particular show the best celebrity skater, in my opinion, performed to the song "Cry Me a River." I forgot to watch who got voted off at the end but I had an incline who it was. I've been meaning to check the website to confirm my intuition. I believe the man on the bus was reminding me to check the website.

My point is that the Law of Attraction is at work in all aspects of life. The only snag with the Law of Attraction is that it's not going to tell me if an experience is "good" or "bad", it simply attracts experiences that resonate with whatever thoughts, beliefs and feelings I am focused on. Put another way, the Law of Attraction is the equivalent of when scientists discovered they could split the atom, which can be used in a positive or negative way. If I want to experience a life of what I consider good, I'm going to have to discipline my thoughts and feelings so they do match what I want to experience otherwise it's a disaster.

If it's so simple to focus only on what I believe, why do people still get sick, grow old and die? Why have I not achieved bodily perfection? Actually I have achieved perfection and I haven't; it depends on how you want to see it.

For a long time now I've felt like there are two versions of me. There is the Me that is living in perfect harmony and perfect peace; and the me that is on a rollercoaster ride who is in perfect health one minute and sick the next. I believe that it's because the me that is having the rollercoaster believes in the "law of attraction" and the "law of opposites attract." I see these conflicted beliefs prevalent in society.

For instance, doctors devote their whole lives studying how to get the body in health. Hang on a minute! If health/harmony is my natural state of being, why would I attract disharmony? Unless I believe in the "law of opposites attract." This belief influences my body to feel disharmony on the one hand; while my natural state of being encourages the body to be in harmony on the other hand. When my focus is on the "law of opposites attract"that law gets to rule my body. If I want my body to be in perfect harmony, I'm going to have to release that false belief in "opposites attract", an implant that is preventing me from being my True Self. The good news is there's a very easy way of letting go of that belief. Here's one such example.

Many years ago I had come to a crossroad in life where I either had to do what I was doing and remain the same or take a leap of faith and trust in my True Self. At the time I had no money, no home, no boyfriend, nothing. I was in a real crisis. That was when I moved in with my mother which turned out to be where I needed to be. I was feeling great fear at the time and in deep depression. As a Christian, my mother used to watch a lot of religious programmes on television. I would watch them with her even though I wasn't really into them. I kept hearing how powerful Psalm 91 was. I decided to study it to see what the fuss was about. The first few lines are as follows:

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. Psalm 91

The Psalm is basically saying that when you trust in God, Spirit, Love, your True Self, you're protected from the false belief in the "law of opposites attract" which result in all manners of disasters and misfortunes. The rest of the Psalm lists God's promises when you put your faith and trust in God.

I decided to give the Psalm a go. Within an hour I had memorised it. I then started chanting it. I was used to chanting Hari Krishna so chanting Psalm 91 was a piece of cake. I would chant it non-stop when I was travelling, walking, eating, and having a bath. The only time I wasn't chanting was when I was working and needed to focus or when I was asleep. The first thing I noticed was I felt peaceful. After a few days of chanting, one night I woke up feeling queasy which made me retch. While nothing solid came out, I knew I had spewed something. With my inner vision I could see that I had in fact puked out an etheric form that resembled a lizard. I thought it was the most disgusting thing I'd ever seen. Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against lizards- I actually find them quite cute and adorable - but this thing that I had spewed out was simply revolting. I believed that "lizard" was an implant whose purpose was to prevent me from being in my peace. After that episode I felt even more peaceful. I never discussed this experience with anyone as I didn't want to be labelled as nuts.

Fast forward a few months later and I got to watch the film The Matrix for the first time. When the film first came out at the cinema I wasn't interested in watching it. It was only 2 or 3 years later when they finally showed it on television that I watched it to see what the fuss was about. The Matrix is about a group of rebels who rescue Neo, a computer hacker, from the Matrix and remind him about the nature of reality. The leader of the rebels believes Neo is the One (the One is an anagram of Neo) who is meant to save humanity from the Matrix that is ruling their lives. When Neo finally agrees to join the rebels, an implant, appearing in the form of a lizard, is removed from the back of his neck.

That lizard looked identical to the etheric lizard I had spewed. That was when I was hooked on the film. While I identify with Neo's character, I don't believe in an external saviour or teacher; I believe I am my own personal saviour and teacher.

Since that lizard episode, I've been on the path of Self-realisation. I've since realised that when I'm in silence I can hear my True Self as an inner sound, which makes me feel very peaceful when I listen to it. It is what is referred to in Psalm 91 as "the secret place of the most high." That "secret place" is of such a high frequency that it dissolves all experiences that are not of its image and likeness. I only get to have experiences that match who I am as my True Self. That's why I can attract someone speaking in loud Italian and not be bothered because I love Italian. I've also discovered that while I'm listening to the inner sound, I cannot think "negative thoughts" or feel angry. It is impossible. In other words, the "law of opposites attract" does not exist in Reality.

What happened when I was chanting Psalm 91 was it helped me to be my True Self, which repels any experience that is not its image and likeness. So in that respect, Psalm 91 is very powerful. However, what the Psalm offers is always going to be temporary. If I want to experience my Sanctuary at all times, I'm going to have to make that Sanctuary my permanent place of resident. You could say that's what spiritual awakening is all about.

To recap,

Life cannot attract death unless I believe it can.
Health cannot attract sickness unless I believe it can.
Abundance cannot attract lack unless I believe it can.
Perfection cannot attract imperfection unless I believe it can.
Love cannot attract fear unless I believe it can.

When I believe in the "law of opposites attract" I appear to be living two different lives: one who is in complete peace and harmony; and one who experiences life as disharmony and conflicts. My life experiences depend on where I focus my attention.

Incidentally, while I was pondering on these ideas, I noticed the bus I had got on said 243 in front and 123 on the side. I asked the driver which route was correct and he said it was route 243 and I should ignore the number on the side. The morning was quite foggy as well. For me the bus represents what happens when you're in conflict, life is very foggy and confusing. The best course of action is to focus only on the number ahead which is the True Self.

There is only the True Self which attracts experiences that are in harmony with who S/HE is and repels anything that is unlike Self.

I am Self.

Enocia

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

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 to 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

Opposites Do Not Attract - Part 2

2008-02-11T11:55:00.000Z

In Opposites Do Not Attract I gave two accounts of how I was able to repel what I didn't want in my life experience.

Surely if all is Love, how can Love repel love?

Well, when I eat things that I love, but my body's intelligence knows better and absorbs what is harmonious with its system and rejects the rest, which comes out as faeces and urine. Coughing is another way my body repels what doesn't fit in with its system.

There are people who I have met or been acquainted with who have been lovely and yet a part of me had not wanted to pursue the relationship. How? I just had a feeling. I believe that at a vibratory level, we did not resonate. Until our frequencies match, we are always going to be repelled by one another.

I'm reminded of the passage in the Bible about the Word.

1: In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.
2: The same was in the beginning with God.
3: All things were made by him; and without him was not any thing made that was made. John 1

I believe the Word refers to the sound of creation, that frequency that gives rise to forms. However, when a particular frequency doesn't match there is either no creation or the experience is dissolved.

I have a feeling that's why relationships break up because they do not resonate at the core level where it matters. Trying to fix things or make things work is only delaying the inevitable.

I believe that my True Self is responsible for attracting experiences that resonate with who She is being and repelling those that are not. All I have to do is trust in mySelf.

Opposites DO NOT and can never attract; like ALWAYS attracts like.

Enocia

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Opposites Do Not Attract

2008-02-11T10:31:00.000Z

We had noted during all our journeys with these people that none of their clothing became soiled. We had remarked about this a great many times but had received no reply until this evening when, in answer to a remark made, our friend of the records said, "This may seem remarkable to you but it seems far more remarkable to us that one speck of God's created substance adheres to another of God's creations where it is not wanted and where it does not belong. With the right concept this could not happen, for no part of God's substance can be misplaced or placed where it is not wanted."

Then, in an instant we realized that our clothing and bodies were as clean as theirs were. The transformation, for to us it was a transformation, had taken place instantly to all three alike while we stood there. All fatigue left us and we were as refreshed as though we had arisen from bed and had our morning bath. The Life and Teachings of the Masters of the Far East, Volume 1

I've heard people say "opposites attract." That's not my experience of life.

On the bus a whole herd of kids got on, obviously on some kind of school trip. They came upstairs and sat in front near where I was sitting. Although I wasn't too bothered, I would have preferred it if they sat at the back. As more of them got on, one of their teachers told them all to move to the back of the bus. She also gave them a lecture about keeping their voices down during the journey. At one point the kids got lively again and in thought I said "Shhh!" One of the teachers instantly told them to be quiet.

At the library I was allocated a computer but I didn't fancy using that computer. When I tried to log on, it wouldn't work. After trying twice and it still wouldn't work, I was allocated a different computer. I noticed when someone else was allocated the computer I had rejected, it worked perfectly for him.

It just shows what I love loves me back; and what I don't want to experience is repelled. In other words, opposites do not attract.

Enocia

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My Choir of Angels - Part 2

2008-02-09T13:01:00.000Z

I have written elsewhere that whenever I have a wish or intention, that wish is an angel whose purpose is to meet the need concerned. I believe that particular angel will not rest until that need has been met.

I'm reminded of the time I was looking for a place to go on a spiritual retreat. I felt like a butterfly about to emerge and I needed a place where I would be completely alone so I could spend time in prayer, meditation and contemplation. As I didn't have any money for rent I knew this place had to be available for free. After praying about it, I had an idea to contact a friend. The thought didn't make logical sense so I didn't pursue it, and yet I kept having repeated thoughts to call this friend until I relented and called him. By that time I was getting pretty desperate anyway as I needed to move out of where I was staying.

The first thing my friend said to me when we spoke on the phone was that he had a feeling I was a butterfly about to emerge and I needed a space to experience this. When I asked him a few days later about his butterfly metaphor, he couldn't remember saying it.

It turned out my friend was selling his deceased father's house. He was very busy with other activities at the time to be in the house full time so he needed someone to house-sit and help with the chores. He even offered to pay me to clean which took care of my needs. So I did end up having a perfect place for nearly two months to be alone while I was able to meet my friend's needs perfectly.

As you can see, my angel did not rest until my need had been met.

I was speaking to a friend recently about an email I had sent her. I said I'd forwarded a link to a seminar I thought she would find interesting, but she said she hadn't read her emails for a while. She said she would be interested in that seminar. I told her it was too late as the seminar date had now passed. My friend said she probably wasn't meant to go to that seminar. I told her that if she was still interested in that kind of seminar, I was sure that the Universe/angels will arrange other opportunities for this to happen.

I believe in my choir of angels.

Enocia

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My Choir of Angels

2008-02-09T12:47:00.000Z

When someone wishes me a nice day, I see that wish as a being of light, an angel, that is always by my side; and its purpose is to ensure that I have a nice day.

When I bless myself with all good things, I see my blessing as an angel making my blessing come true.

When I pray I see my prayer as an angel whose purpose is to fulfil that particular request; that angel will not rest until the need has been met.

At the bus stop this morning I chatted to a man who lives in our neighbourhood. He said he hasn't seen me in ages and asked me how I'd been keeping. I told him I was very well and that life is always good to me. The moment I said "life is always good to me," I saw my expectation as an angel whose purpose is to ensure that life is always good to me.

Wishes, blessings and expectations are my choir of angels.

Wishing you all the very best.

Enocia

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The Secret of Eternal Youth

2008-02-08T12:57:00.000Z

The secret of eternal youth cannot be found in pills, potions, diets, cosmetic surgery or one's genes, but in being in joy and doing what I love.

Joy is where it's at, baby!

Enocia

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Why I Will Never Move On from the Past

2008-02-08T10:09:00.000Z

Some people believe that in order to experience more of life you have to move on from a relationship, friendship or past experiences, otherwise you are likely to get stuck in a rut. Some people even have makeovers because they believe their new appearances will enable them to feel different or have new experiences. Is this really true? Well, it all depends on one's perspective.

As I was pondering on these ideas during my bus journey, I noticed someone had dumped this week's Sport Magazine (issue #62) on the bus seat which I picked up. I read an interview with Christine Ohuruogu, last year's 400m world champion. Here's part of the interview:

Congratulations on the gold in Osaka. Does being the current world champion make you want the Olympic title even more?

"I've moved on from last year. I can't keep dragging out the gold medal, and the Olympics is bigger than the worlds anyway."

So what are your expectations for Beijing?

"If you dream of what might happen in an Olympic year, then you are wasting valuable energy - I'm just focusing on staying fit now." Beijing 2008 British Hopefuls

I can understand where Christine is coming from. She seems to believe that focusing on her past achievement is likely to prevent her from achieving greater things.

I believe staying in the past can be a very good thing provided you know how to use the past. What is the past anyway? For me, the past is not some historical record of events and experiences I have had, but a repository of my feelings of love, joy, bliss, gratitude, laughter, fun and happiness.

When I experience my True Self in meditation, I experienced myself as light and as a feeling. As light, I appear as a sun that is infinitely brighter than this sun; and as a feeling, I'm the sum total of love, joy, bliss, laughter, happiness magnified a zillion-fold.

What we consider to be experiences are nothing but by-products of these feelings. I'm reminded of what Jesus teaches in the Bible that instead of worrying about how life is going to turn out it's important to:

"seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness; and all these things shall be added unto you." Matthew 6: 33

This means know yourself as the feeling of love, joy, happiness etc, then the experiences, things and stuff will follow. For instance, when I'm feeling gratitude, I have new experiences that make me feel more gratitude and the more gratitude I feel the more experiences I have that make me feel more gratitude...ad infinitum. You could say that my blog is a record of my feelings of love, joy, bliss, gratitude, laughter, fun and happiness in manifestation.

Let's say I'm not feeling particularly joyful, all I have to do is recall a time when I was feeling in joy, anchor myself in that feeling, and the equivalent experience(s) will follow.

Staying in the past is simply one of many ways of being my True Self. Why on earth would I want to move on when I'm having so much fun?

Enocia

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Mutual Agreements

2008-02-07T15:17:00.001Z

As I was sitting in the bus waiting for it to move, I saw a woman who lives in the neighbourhood approaching the bus stop. She has a reputation for always complaining about her aches and pains and would chat to anyone who is willing to listen. Alas, she spotted me and came and sat next to me.

I asked her how she was and she went on about her aches and pains. I escaped into my inner sanctuary of Love. As I listened to and chatted to my neighbour I wished her peace. I find when I experience life from my inner sanctuary I can interact with people, go about my daily affairs, and even watch television from that space and remain unaffected by beliefs around me.

My neighbour is one of many examples of beliefs I'm bombarded with each day. For instance, the media bombards us with images of wars, disasters and views which we are invited to agree with. They even have the effrontery to predict "bad weather" and expect me to agree because they are meant to be experts and know what they're talking about. Of course when their predictions don't come true, they say it's to do with global warming, which we are invited to agree with. Dream on!

For me life is very simple - I only listen to and agree with the Inner Voice of Love which is the only cause and dreamer of my dreams. The rest have no cause, as far as I'm concerned, and don't exist.

Enocia

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To Dream or Not to Dream?

2008-02-07T12:32:00.001Z

Life is a dream.

Whether I'm having a "pleasant" or a "painful" experience it's still a dream. Naturally, I prefer to experience wonderful dreams of love and joy and wonder.

Now the problem with dreaming is I can get so caught up in a dream that I can forget that's it's only a dream, which can be changed or dissolved at any moment. This leads to my thought of today with a little help from my friend, William Shakespeare.

To dream or not to dream? That is the question.

In yesterday's "The London Paper" I read a review about a documentary that was being shown on television that evening about a young man with some mental illness. What attracted me to it was its title: "The disease with no name." According to the review, the experts are baffled because they can't figure out what's wrong with the man. In other words, they can't fit the man into a nice little box. I didn't watch the documentary though to formulate my own opinion.

During my bus journey this morning I was reading "The Metro" newspaper. At one point I suddenly felt queasy on the verge of throwing up. Instead of looking for a reason or cause why I was feeling that way, I knew there was no cause to it. The queasiness dissolved into nothing.

In order to experience a dream, there must be a dreamer; that which is created needs a creator; every effect has a cause. However, if I don't wish to perpetuate a situation or experience, I can easily dismiss it as having no cause, no dreamer, and no creator. Where there is nothing holding an experience in place, it has to dissolve into nothing.

To dream or not to dream? Hmmm, that's a very good question.

Enocia

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The World in Motion

2008-02-07T11:40:00.000Z

Express yourself
It's one on one
Express yourself
It's one on one
Express yourself
You can’t be wrong
When somethings good
It's never wrong

Love's got the world in motion
And I know what we can do
Love's got the world in motion
And I can’t believe it’s true World in Motion, lyrics

Things are not how they appear.

Many years ago I used to live in a place called Harrow-on-the-Hill. I used to love walking up the hill so I could sit in St Mary's Church which was often empty and very peaceful. Sometimes when I had the day off I would sit at the back of the church and gaze at the altar. After a while I would notice that the altar and the pews were shimmering. I would experience myself as part of the shimmer and I would feel buoyant and be filled with joy.

After that I noticed the world was in constant motion. I would be waiting for the train, for instance, and look at the tracks. One minute it looked solid then the tracks would be quivering, which would made me feel dizzy. I would check to see if anyone was seeing what I was seeing.

Now I love watching the world in motion.

I love sitting in parks and seeing fine filaments in trees, flowers and fauna that seem to make them sway in their own secret rhythm.

I love seeing millions of tiny sparkles of lights darting in and out of the blue sky.

I also notice on a sunny day when I squint I can see streaks of light which form tiny circles of multicoloured lights that seem to expand the longer I observe them.

I love seeing flashes of light in constant display around me; they seem to flicker on and off.

I love observing light streaming from my eyes, my fingers and my body.

I love watching tiny diamantes of light appearing unexpectedly on my arm or on my face.

I love that the universe is in constant motion and that I and the universe are moving as one.

Enocia

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Steamy Windows and Other Beautiful Things

2008-02-07T10:24:00.000Z

The world can appear quite ordinary but in the twinkling of an eye, it can be magically transformed into a place of untold beauty.

Sometimes when it's cold on the bus, people prefer to have the windows closed and the windows get steamy. If I'm sitting next to a window, I wipe it so I can see where I'm going unless it's at night when I prefer to see through the frosted windows. Because it's dark outside, all I can see are car headlights and tail lights with lots of rays emanating from them. It's like I've stepped into another realm of light only and it's beautiful to behold.

I also love watching street lights through the steamy windows. Each light has a beautiful rainbow aureola with tiny rays of light around them. Magic!

In a wildlife documentary about cold-blooded animals I was watching the other night, they used infrared cameras to point out when lizards get warm. When the infrared camera was on the world was transformed into shades of orange, yellow, blue and purple where the lighter colours represent warmth; and the darker colours signify cold. It was incredible.

Speaking of beauty, here's a website about roses. I simply adore roses; they make my heart sing. I could spend all day browsing this website.

Have a beautiful day!

Enocia

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Be Still and Know that I am God

2008-02-06T16:34:00.000Z

Psalm 46 is one of my absolute favourites, which I've memorised. I believe it's about the power of the Inner Sound, the voice of the Spirit.

With love,
Enocia

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1: God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble.
2: Therefore will not we fear, though the earth be removed, and though the mountains be carried into the midst of the sea;
3: Though the waters thereof roar and be troubled, though the mountains shake with the swelling thereof.
4: There is a river, the streams whereof shall make glad the city of God, the holy place of the tabernacles of the most High.
5: God is in the midst of her; she shall not be moved: God shall help her, and that right early.
6: The heathen raged, the kingdoms were moved: he uttered his voice, the earth melted.
7: The LORD of hosts is with us; the God of Jacob is our refuge.
8: Come, behold the works of the LORD, what desolations he hath made in the earth.
9: He maketh wars to cease unto the end of the earth; he breaketh the bow, and cutteth the spear in sunder; he burneth the chariot in the fire.
10: Be still, and know that I am God: I will be exalted among the heathen, I will be exalted in the earth.
11: The LORD of hosts is with us; the God of Jacob is our refuge. Psalm 46

Oh No, You Don't!

2008-02-06T14:59:00.001Z

My mother was feeling a bit under the weather yesterday so she asked me to get a cold remedy from the chemist. She'd also been concerned about my brother who is in hospital. Before I left I gave her a hug. On the way to the shops I felt a bit feverish but I shook it off and focused on the task at hand.

At the chemist I asked for the remedy my mother wanted. They asked me if she was taking any medications. I told them she was and what it was for. They recommended several remedies and asked me to choose. The whole thing was a bit bewildering as it's been ages since I've been on any medication. I selected something I thought was adequate.

I went home and gave her the medicine and left to go about my affairs. During my bus journey I was still feeling a bit unwell. Then I thought, "Oh no, you don't! There is only love here and love is expressing through this body now." I also listened to the Inner Sound I hear in my head and was invigorated.

I had an early last night so I could spend hours listening to the Inner Sound.

Early this morning when I heard my mother coughing I blessed her with love and she stopped coughing.

Love is all there is.

Enocia

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My Ally

2008-02-06T14:06:00.000Z

It's now time to pay homage to my ally in this game called life, my dream body.

Yes, this form that I identify myself as is only a dream body, a symbol of who I am. Like a computer, it is neutral and only performs as it is programmed to perform.

Our relationship hasn't always been a harmonious one, however, because of the conflict between what I tell her I am and what I actually am.

For years I'd been telling her that I need food, shelter, medication and sleep to survive; that I am limited to my genetic heritage; I only expect to live for a limited period.

Then one day I start telling her that I am eternal Spirit. That's when all hell broke loose because my body seems to be getting mixed messages and finding it difficult to comply so it either stays the same or does nothing.

In truth, it isn't the body that was finding it difficult letting go but me as consciousness. The body can only express what I believe about myself. I've been going through a process of weaning myself off the old beliefs and being constantly reminded of who I am.

I am Infinite Mind.
My body and Infinite Mind are one.

Thank you body for being such a perfect ally.

Enocia

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The Game of 'Let's Pretend' - Revisited

2008-02-06T13:43:00.000Z

A friend was telling me the other day that she'd been thinking of a friend but she had lost his number and desperately wanted to get in contact. She said even if she had his number, she had run out of credit on her mobile anyway. So she took out her mobile and pretended she was dialling his number and speaking to him. Soon after, her friend called her "for real" and they had a chat.

Speaking of which, the other day I pretended to meet someone who handed me some cash. That didn't happen but the next day my mother gave me some money.

As a child I used to love playing the game of "let's pretend." Now I'm an adult, I still love playing that game. Right now I'm pretending I'm a woman sitting in front of a computer screen typing out this piece; and you are pretending you are reading this piece.

There are many different variations of this game. The most popular versions are let's pretend we don't know each other; let's pretend I don't love you; let's pretend we are all separate. Londoners are excellent at this game.

I'm now going to pretend I'm going away even though we're never apart.

It's been fun playing with you all.

Enocia

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More about Giving and Receiving

2008-02-06T10:21:00.000Z

I have observed that my True Self gives without conditions or limits. Everything I ask to experience I have already received. However, when I judge things as right/wrong or have rules about life, then I'm limiting how much I can receive. Thus, when I end up giving from this place of judgment I can only give with conditions.

Years ago when I practised a particular kind of healing, I used to be an email list that provided healing and blessings to people every week. We were meant to channel the energy we were receiving to the people and trusting in the Energy to do whatever was necessary. The belief system of that healing modality requires that people asking for healing/blessings should generate good karma by tithing to charities or their spiritual masters, or to do service work.

Because of the belief in generating good karma, I was giving with conditions. I wonder if that belief influenced the energy we channelled to people in need. If someone hadn't generated "good karma" would they only have a temporary healing or no healing?

I have now set up a blessing list where I am channelling energy and interceding on people's behalf. It doesn't matter whether you tithe or generate good karma, I am freely giving what I have freely received without conditions. Anyone wanting to go on my blessing list can email me at theoneinall@googlemail.com

Love to all.

Enocia

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Love Thy Neighbour

2008-02-05T14:29:00.000Z

When I went home last night my mother told me my older brother had been admitted in hospital. Now what? He was only in one a few months ago. Apparently, his neighbours were involved in a scuffle - including the wives and children - and he went to pull the men apart and he injured his knee. They reckon he's going to need an operation. I offered to visit him in hospital but my brother said he would rather I visit him at home, after he's had the surgery. Apparently, he's in high spirits because the hospital is well up to date on technology and he probably doesn't want me to distract me from his fun.

It's funny how we all have our own ways of diffusing a situation. Some people, like my brother, would step in to break up a fight. My mother said she would rather call the police than get involved. As for me, the most practical ways I know to resolve this type of situation are: prayer; blessing the situation with love and letting Love sort out the kerfuffle; being in silence.

My sister-in-law said one of the neighbour's wife brought some flowers this morning to apologise for last night. I'm not sure if my brother likes flowers but it's the thought that counts.

Love to all.

Enocia

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One Life

2008-02-05T14:12:00.000Z

I watched a documentary on television recently called A Boy Called Alex about a teenager with cystic fibrosis. As Alex is living in a reality that believes there is no cure, he has to take different drugs to keep him going. Alex will not let anything stop him from conducting Bach's "Magnificat." According to Alex:

"Music makes me forget about where I am or what state I am in or what's happening to my lungs. Music is my hope. It's everything."

The documentary follows his journey at Eton College, the many relapses he has, how he's literally been fed drugs, and how he finally achieves his goal.

Alex's illness has proved to be a blessing in disguise. If he wasn't ill, he would have had to study other subjects and not so focused on music. When you know you've got little or no time, you can focus only on what you love the most. Alex can only afford to focus the little time he has left on what gives him joy; and his family and Eton College are supporting him all the way. At the end of the documentary, we learn that Alex has been granted a choral scholarships to Cambridge and been offered a place at the Royal Academy of Music in London.

I found that documentary very inspiring. Like Alex, I've got no time to mess about. I haven't got time to be discussing lofty ideas; I haven't got time to be studying someone else's ideas; I haven't got time to follow anyone; and reincarnation is not an option.

I've only got this one opportunity to live life, as I know how to live it, now.

Care to join me?

Enocia

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Ascending to Higher Altitudes

2008-02-05T11:55:00.001Z

In Richard Bach's book, Jonathan Livingston Seagull, a seagull discovers he can fly at a very high altitudes at great speed, challenging what is expected of a seagull. Jonathan is so elated he shares his "breakthrough" with the other seagulls but they are not interested; they're too content with their rules and dogma that keep them stuck in their position. They even accuse Jonathan of bringing shame to the other seagulls. Jonathan Seagull, now an outcast, realises that he has to continue his discovery on his own, which he does. One day he's approached by another flock of seagulls who describe themselves as his "brothers." They tell him they've come to teach him how to climb even higher and to take him book. The book follows Jonathan's journey to achieve higher altitudes and how he eventually returns to share his knowledge with the few seagulls who are ready to fly higher.

I find I can relate to this story. As I see it, there is always more things for me to discover about my Self. In fact, every day is a new adventure. There's nothing more stifling than being with people who believe everyone has to move at the same pace. There comes a time when one has to break away so one can fly to even higher altitudes without distraction from those who are too frightened to disturb the status quo.

Incidentally, yesterday evening I saw a friend at the bookshop. We met for the first time a few weeks back. After she emailed me and I responded, I didn't hear from her again. I'd been wondering how she was and I even thought about her yesterday. She said she hadn't checked her emails for a while and hadn't read my message.

My friend, who is 25 years old, was such a joy to chat to as she's very enthusiastic and open. She said as a child she was constantly questioning why things were the way they were and why people didn't want to explore who they truly are. She said since she left South America she hasn't missed her family because she's having a ball discovering who she is. She knows exactly who she is, what her contribution to humanity is, and how to fulfil it.

My friend asked me why majority of people weren't interested in being true to themselves. She believed it had something to do with people being old or young souls. Young souls don't tend to be interested in discovering who they really are. I told her I didn't believe in old or young souls as we are all equal. I said it's more to do with people's motivation, whether they are prepared to follow their truth even if it challenges what society believes. Most people are too happy to follow others, trying to model themselves on others, than to be true to themselves.

I could see that my friend was another Jonathan Livingstone Seagull who wanted to be more and she was attracting people and situations that will help her fly even higher. The first time we met we discussed her dream to become a life coach. I asked her if she'd heard of NLP, a "a powerful body of information about how the human mind works." After our first meeting, she did some research and found she was drawn to it and now wants to pursue that path. In my last email, I sent her some information about NLP.

Back to me, as it's always about me, I find it's time to disconnect from seekers of truth who are coasting at a certain altitude and go it alone so I can fly to even higher attitudes where no other seagulls have gone before. I will no doubt meet other seagulls who share my desire to climb higher and we may even fly together for a while. There will always be higher and higher attitudes to explore. That, for me, is what makes life worth living.

Love to all Jonathan Livingston Seagulls.

Enocia

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The Word

2008-02-04T14:38:00.000Z

On the bus I heard a baby singing the nursery rhyme, Baa Baa Black Sheep. As the baby has not yet developed his speech faculty, all I could hear was "Bwa bwa bwack bweep bwa bwa..." And yet I could still recognise the song. It sounded hilarious!

In a previous article called Ultrasound, I wrote about the inner sound I hear in my head which is the voice of my True Self that contains all possibilities of infinite love as ideas. The baby's rendition of "Baa Baa Black Sheep" reminded me of the inner voice - rich with possibilities yet to be made manifest into tangible forms.

The inner voice is also referred to as the "Word" in the Bible. Speaking of which, when I was in primary school, I took part in our annual choral service at our church to celebrate Christmas. I was asked to read a passage from the Bible: John 1: 1-14, which I memorised. I remember feeling so nervous at having to read the lesson in front of so many people, I read it at light speed. My mother told me she could barely make out the words. Come to think of it, I must have sounded like that baby on the bus on Speed.

Now the first three verses of the Bible passage are:

1: In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.
2: The same was in the beginning with God.
3: All things were made by him; and without him was not any thing made that was made.

At the time those words meant nothing to me. Little did I realise how that passage would play a huge part in my awakening to Self. Now I know the "Word" refers to the inner sound of creation, which I hear all the time.

I am the Word being made flesh in every moment.

Enocia

Related articles: More About the Inner Sound; Ultrasound; Continuous Play

This is the passage I memorised for the choral service and still know by heart.

1: In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.
2: The same was in the beginning with God.
3: All things were made by him; and without him was not any thing made that was made.
4: In him was life; and the life was the light of men.
5: And the light shineth in darkness; and the darkness comprehended it not.
6: There was a man sent from God, whose name was John.
7: The same came for a witness, to bear witness of the Light, that all men through him might believe.
8: He was not that Light, but was sent to bear witness of that Light.
9: That was the true Light, which lighteth every man that cometh into the world.
10: He was in the world, and the world was made by him, and the world knew him not.
11: He came unto his own, and his own received him not.
12: But as many as received him, to them gave he power to become the sons of God, even to them that believe on his name:
13: Which were born, not of blood, nor of the will of the flesh, nor of the will of man, but of God.
14: And the Word was made flesh, and dwelt among us, (and we beheld his glory, the glory as of the only begotten of the Father,) full of grace and truth. John 1: 1-14

Walking in the Light

2008-02-04T14:09:00.001Z

As I was walking past the local tube (underground) station the other night, I heard an announcement asking passengers to leave the station because of an emergency situation. I also noticed it was quite dark around the tube station. The moment I had the thought, the lights were back on.

It took about ten minutes to walk home. When I arrived my mother told me there had had been a blackout and she had been stumbling in the dark looking for a candle. She said the lights had only come back on ten minutes ago. I was so glad I missed out on all that excitement.

I walk in light.

Enocia

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Indulgence

2008-02-04T13:24:00.000Z

In the current issue of Daily Mail Weekend Magazine, (2 February 2008) there is an interview called "Spot the real Diva" with the actress, Shirley MacLaine about her relationship with her rat terrier, Terry, whom she adores.

Shirley is asked:

What is the most indulgent thing you do for her?

"I work my schedule around her, always trying to be home before dark so I can take her for a walk on the beach. Her life is my indulgence."

I loved that line "Her life is my indulgence."

It got me thinking that my life is Infinite Love's indulgence. Infinite Love wants me to be pampered, all I need to do is receive.

Terry is one dog who loves being indulged. And why not?

Enocia

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Predicting the Future

2008-02-04T11:37:00.000Z

My bus journeys home reveal so much about who I am.

Usually when I'm travelling back from central London, I travel on the 19 or 38 to a place called Angel where I can catch my next bus. At Angel I have a choice of three buses: 73, 476 or 341. I can choose to catch the 73 or the 476, which travel on the same route most of the time. When I get off I usually wait for my next bus, 41.

The 341 travels part of the way as the 73 and 476, then uses another route. When I get off the 341 I have a choice between catching the 41 or the 230, which travel on different routes but get me to the local bus station.

At the bus station, I have a choice whether to wait for my last bus, the W4, or walk home. Majority of the time I walk home, which only takes about 10 minutes.

The other night as I was travelling from the west end, I was given a preview of my bus journey home from Angel. I had a thought that the first bus to arrive at Angel would be the 341. If I decided not to catch the 341, I had a few minutes wait till the next one, the 73. If I did decide to catch the 341, when I got off, the first bus that was going to arrive at the bus stop would be the 230. I also had a thought that I would be walking home from the bus station; and I would arrive home before the W4.

Just as I had "predicted" my first bus was the 341. I decided to catch it. When I got off and waited at the bus stop, the first bus to arrive was the 230. When I got off that bus I walked home. Just as I was arriving at our street, I heard the W4 pulling up behind me.

The next day I put my "prediction" skills again to the test. This time, I could "see" that the first bus that was going to arrive at Angel was the 476. I saw myself getting off that bus then catching the 41 to the bus station. I saw that as soon as we arrived at the bus station, the W4 would be right behind.

This time my prediction wasn't as spot on. At Angel, the first bus to arrive was the 73 but it was only going part of the way so I didn't catch it. However, the 476 was right behind, which I caught; it ended up overtaking the 73 in front. When I got off the 476, I waited a few minutes for the 41. As soon as I got off the 41, the W4 was right behind which I caught home.

Was I actually predicting the future? Can I see myself making a living as a fortune teller?

Well it depends how you want to see it? I believe the "future" i.e. my future has already happened as a potential or idea. This means that I as Self has already experienced each day as my future self. All that was happening was my future self was telling my present self what she had already experienced as a thought or idea. I, as my present self, had a choice whether to follow that blueprint or "create" my own. I followed the blueprint.

Last week, my future self (now my past self) told me what I was going to experience that week and where my focus would be; and that's exactly what happened, which led to the articles I produced.

My future self has shown me what the theme of this week is and what I'm going to experience. I can't wait to live out my future.

Every day I have a choice whether to live out the future Self has already experienced or not. I find following my future self involves trust. The more evidence I have of my future coming true, the more I trust in mySelf.

Still, I don't think I'll be offering my services as a fortune teller just yet.

Enocia

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On Being Blessed and Being a Blessing

2008-02-02T13:25:00.000Z

It's all very well wanting to bless others and be a blessing to the world; I believe that the greatest blessing I can offer to the world is to both bless myself and recognise that I am blessed at all times.

Quite recently as I was lying on the sofa watching television, I felt my right foot seizing up. It felt like I was about to have a cramp not only on my foot but around my calf. I wasn't looking forward to it at all. Then I had an idea: why not simply thank your leg and foot for doing such a grand job? So that's exactly what I did. I thanked my feet and legs for always supporting me. Then I thanked my body for being the perfect tool to express myself. The moment I did the symptom dissolved and there was no cramp.

I believe when I was thanking my foot and leg, what I was doing was blessing myself with more health. My body had no choice but to be in health which was made manifest as relaxation and no cramp. If I had sat there moaning and getting tensed up, I would have been cursing myself; and where there is a curse, there's lots of pain.

The wonderful thing about blessing myself is as I'm blessed others are blessed. How? First, when I know I am blessed and have the equivalent experience, I can share that experience with others like I have done about the cramp, which might bless others. Second, when I'm blessing myself with, say, love people around me are compelled to act with love; and while they are acting with love they are being their true selves, which is the ultimate blessing.

During my bus journey yesterday evening, I sat with my eyes closed enjoying the journey. I was suddenly aware of someone sitting beside me who had a very strong body odour. I opened my eyes and saw it was a young woman then I closed my eyes and retreated into silence and enjoyed being the Joy that I am. After a minute or so the woman moved away and sat somewhere else. She was instantly replaced by another woman who smelled like my favourite flowers, roses. When she got off, she was replaced by another woman who was wearing a lovely perfume. Bliss!

I am blessed with infinite joy.

Speaking of being blessed with infinite joy, as I was typing this piece in the library, I heard a man who was browsing the Internet chatting to himself. He apologised and said he'd been thinking out loud. He said he'd just found an article about a film he and a few friends had made and he was chuffed abou it. He shared the link with me: Stories from the City, Stories from the Streets. I was very happy to share in his joy.

I am blessed; I am a blessing.

Enocia

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Breaking News

2008-02-02T10:27:00.001Z

I have written elsewhere that instead of complaining about negative news stories, I much prefer to create my own personal and world news headlines, which will give rise to the equivalent news stories.

After I wrote that piece, one of my headlines was: "Wild animals live harmoniously with humans."

Yesterday I noticed a story in yesterday's "The London Paper" about a boy who has befriended a cobra. It looks like this story has been circulating on the Internet for a while but it's interesting how it suddenly popped up in that particular free newspaper I usually pick up right after I had come up with my own world news headline.

I can't wait to see more of my headlines in form.

Enocia, Editor-in-Chief of Vector8 News

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There is No Natural Law of Death and Decay for Man

2008-02-01T13:33:00.002Z

Another excerpt from The Life and Teachings of the Masters of the Far East - Volume 1, by Baird T Spalding.

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"There is no natural law of death or decay for man, except through accident. No inevitable old age process exists within his body or group cells—nothing that can gradually paralyze the individual. Death is, then, an avoidable accident. Disease is, above all, dis-ease, absence of ease or Santi—sweet, joyous peace of the spirit reflected through the mind in the body. Senile decay, which is the common experience of man, is but an expression that covers his ignorance of cause, certain disease conditions of mind and body. Even accidents are preventable by appropriate mental attitude. Says the Siddha: `The tone of the body may be so preserved that it may naturally resist with ease infectious and other disease, like plague and influenza.' The Siddha may swallow germs and never develop disease at all.

"Remember that youth is God's seed of love planted in the human form divine. Indeed, youth is the divinity within man; youth is the life spiritual—the life beautiful. It is only life that lives and loves—the one life eternal. Age is unspiritual, mortal, ugly, unreal. Fear thoughts, pain thoughts, and grief thoughts create the ugliness called old age. Joyous thoughts, love thoughts, and ideal thoughts create the beauty called youth. Age is but a shell within which lies the gem of reality—the jewel of youth.

"Practice acquiring the consciousness of childhood. Visualize the Divine Child within. Before falling asleep suggest to your consciousness, `I now realize that there is within me a spiritual joy-body ever young, ever beautiful. I have beautiful, spiritual mind, eyes, nose, mouth, skin—the body of the Divine Infant, which now, tonight, is perfect.' Repeat this affirmation and meditate upon it quietly while falling asleep. Upon rising in the morning suggest to yourself aloud, `Well, dear (addressing yourself by name), there is a divine alchemist within.' By the spiritual power of these affirmations during the night a transmutation takes place and the unfolding from within, the Spirit, has saturated this spiritual body and spiritual temple. The inner alchemist has caused dead and worn-out cells to fall and the gold of new skin to appear with perpetual health and loveliness. Truly divine Love in demonstration is eternal youth. The divine alchemist is within my temple, constantly coining new and beautiful baby cells. The spirit of youth is within my temple—this human form divine, and all is well. Om Santi! Santi! Santi! (Peace! Peace! Peace!)

"Learn to smile in the sweet way of a child. A smile from the soul is spiritual relaxation. A real smile is a thing of true beauty, the artistic work of the `Inner Ruler Immortal.' It is well to affirm— ‘I think a kind thought for all the world. May all the world be happy and blest.’ Affirm before taking up the work for the day—‘Within me there is a perfect form—the form Divine. I am now all that I desire to be! I visualize daily my beautiful being until I breathe it into expression! I am a Divine Child, all my needs are being now and forever supplied!'"

"Learn to thrill yourself. Affirm, `Infinite Love fills my mind and thrills my body with its perfect life.' Make everything bright and beautiful about you. Cultivate a spirit of humor. Enjoy the sunshine.

The I AM at Work

2008-02-01T10:53:00.000Z

Following is an excerpt from The Life and Teachings of the Masters of the Far East - Volume 1, by Baird T Spalding

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Chapter I

We had been in India about two years, doing regular routine research work, when I met the Master known in these writings as Emil. While walking along a street in the city where we were staying, my attention was attracted to a crowd. I saw the center of interest was one of the street magicians, or fakirs, that are so common in that country. As I stood there I noticed beside me an elderly man who was not of the same caste as those about him. He looked at me and asked if I had been long in India. I replied, "About two years." He asked, "Are you English?" I answered. "American."

I was surprised and very much interested to find one who spoke English. I asked him what he thought of the performance then going on. He answered, "Oh, it is a common occurrence in India. These fellows are called fakirs, magicians, and hypnotists. They are all the name implies; but underneath it all is a deeper spiritual meaning that few discern, and good will come of it some day. It is but the shadow of the thing from which it sprang. It has caused a great deal of comment, and those commenting upon it seem never to have reached the true meaning, for there certainly is a truth underneath it all."

Here we parted and I saw him only occasionally during the next four months. Our expedition was confronted by a problem which gave us a great deal of trouble. In the midst of our worries I again met Emil. Immediately he asked what was bothering me and began talking about our problem.

I wondered at this, for I felt that none of our party had mentioned it outside of our little circle. His familiarity with the situation was such that I felt the whole matter was known to him. He explained that he had a certain insight into the affair and that he would endeavor to help.

Within a day or two the matter was cleared up, leaving us without a problem. We wondered at this but, with other things to occupy our time, soon forgot.

As other problems came up it became a habit with me to talk them over with Emil. It seemed that as soon as I discussed our troubles with him they would cease to exist.

My associates had met and talked with Emil but I had said little to them about him. By this time I had read a number of books on Hindu lore, selected by Emil, and I was fully convinced that he was one of the adepts. My curiosity was keenly aroused and I was becoming more deeply interested each day.

One Sunday afternoon Emil and I were walking in a field when he called my attention to a pigeon circling overhead and casually remarked that the bird was looking for him. He stood perfectly still and in a few moments the bird alighted upon his outstretched arm. He said the bird has a message from his brother in the North. This proved to be a fellow-worker who had not reached the attainment whereby he could communicate directly, so he took this means. We later found that the Masters are able to communicate with each other instantly by thought transference or, as they call it, a force much more subtle than either electricity or wireless.

I then began to ask questions and Emil showed me that he was able to call the birds to him and direct their flight while they were in the air; that the flowers and trees would nod to him; that the wild animals would come to him fearlessly. He parted two jackals that were fighting over the body of a smaller animal that they had killed and were feeding upon. When he approached them they stopped fighting and put their heads in his outstretched hands in perfect trust, then resumed their meal in quiet. He even gave me one of the young wild creatures to hold in my hands. He then said to me, "This is not the mortal self, the self you see, that is able to do these things. It is a truer, deeper self. It is what you know as God, God within me, God the Omnipotent One working through me, that does these things. Of myself, the mortal self, I can do nothing. It is only when I get rid of the outer entirely and let the actual, the I AM, speak and work and let the great Love of God come forth that I can do these things that you have seen. When you let the Love of God pour through you to all things, nothing fears you and no harm can befall you."

Every day during this time I had lessons with Emil. He would suddenly appear in my room, even if I had taken special care to lock the door before retiring. At first his appearance at will disturbed me but I soon saw that he took it for granted that I understood. I became accustomed to his ways and left my door open so that he could come and go as he pleased. This confidence seemed to please him. I could not understand all his teachings and I could not accept them fully, nor was I able, with all I saw while in the East, to fully accept at the time. It required years of meditation to bring me the realization of the deep spiritual meaning of these peoples' lives.

Their work is accomplished without ostentation and in perfect childlike simplicity. They know the power of love to protect them and they cultivate it until all nature is in love with them and befriends them. Thousands of the common people are killed annually by serpents and wild animals, yet these Masters have so brought forth the power of love in themselves that serpents and wild animals do not injure them. They live at times in the wildest jungles, and sometimes lay their bodies down before a village to protect it from the ravages of wild animals, and no harm befalls the village or themselves. When occasion requires they walk on water, go through fire, travel in the invisible, and do many other things that we have been accustomed to look upon as miracles performed only by one supposed in some way to possess supernatural powers.

There is a striking resemblance between the life and teaching of Jesus of Nazareth and those of these Masters as exemplified in their daily life. It has been thought impossible for man to derive his daily supply directly from the Universal, to overcome death and to perform the various so-called miracles that Jesus performed while on earth. The Masters prove that all these are their daily life. They supply everything needed for their daily wants directly from the Universal, including food, clothing and money. They have so far overcome death that many of them now living are over five hundred years of age, as was conclusively proved by their records.

There are comparatively few of these Masters in India, other cults seeming to be but offshoots of their teaching. They realize their number is limited and that only a few scholars can come to them. In the invisible, however, they can reach almost unlimited numbers and it seems to be the greater work of their lives to reach out into the invisible and help all who are receptive to their teaching.

The teaching of Emil laid the foundation for the work which we were to take up years later in our third expedition to these countries, during which time we lived with the Masters continuously for three and one-half years, traveled with them, and observed their daily lives and work throughout the Far East.

The Double

2008-01-31T13:38:00.003Z

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

2008-01-31T10:45:00.000Z

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

2008-01-30T14:05:00.001Z

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

2008-01-30T10:41:00.000Z

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

2008-01-29T14:49:00.000Z

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

2008-01-29T11:19:00.000Z

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

2008-01-28T15:20:00.001Z

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

2008-01-28T14:53:00.000Z

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

2008-01-28T12:29:00.000Z

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

Related articles: The Enocia Show; Love Dispels Anxieties; Trusting in Love

Oh No, Not More Football!

2008-01-26T15:32:00.000Z

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!

2008-01-26T13:10:00.000Z

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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