Being the Magic; Sharing the Wonder

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2008-06-13T13:34:00.000+01:00

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For more of the magic and wonder go to Being the Magic; Sharing the Wonder - Part 2

With love,

Enocia

Welcome

2008-06-13T13:30:00.023+01:00

To paraphrase Nina Simone's song "Feeling Good" it's a new day, it's a new blog for me, and I'm feeling good.

This blog will focus on the Magic and Wonder that is life. I'm drawing on the song Sweet Freedom song by Michael McDonald, which happens to be one of my favourite songs of all time. I once had a dream where this song was blaring away. The song was there to remind me that I am the Magic.

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

Chorus:
Shine sweet Freedom
Shine your light on me
You are the Magic
You're right where I wanna be
Oh sweet freedom carry me along
We'll keep the spirit alive on and on Sweet Freedom, Lyrics written by Rod Temperton

As always, the articles I'm sharing are my perspective only 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.

Love and gratitude to Ben Gilberti for designing the fractal

Unless otherwise stated, all articles are copyright © 2008-2011 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.

I am the Magic.

Enocia

Articles in Alphabetical Order

--A--

A Poem
A Rose for a Rose
Admiration
Ambrosia
And Why Not?
Are You Tripping, Driver?

--B--

Back on Track
Be True To Yourself
Beauty From the Inside Out
Being the Magic
Belief versus Knowing
Believing is Seeing
Bloody Immigrants!
Breaking the Cycle
Britain's Got Talent

--C--

Cat Fight
Call me a Romantic
Celebration!
Cigarette Smoke, the Scholar and Sharing the Magic
Cleaning Agent
Cosmic Forces at Work

--D--

Dancing with Your Heart
Dear God, What is Your Will For Me? - Revisited
Diversion
Doing a T5
Don't Worry, Bee Happy!
Downward or Upward Spiral?
Dreaming the Future

--E--

Eight is the Magic Number
Elvis is Alive!
Every Journey is Magical
Everything Always Works Out for the Best

--F--

Fact or Fiction?
Flashes of Inspiration
Follow Your Nose!
Food, Glorious Food
For Animal Lovers
Forever Young
Friends in High Places

--G--

Ghost Haunters
Gifts of Love Come in Many Forms
Give It Some Welly!
God Doesn't Need a Helping Hand
God Helps Those Who Help Themselves
God is in the Details
Going Green

--H--

Hand in Hand - Revisited
Harmony
Hasta La Vista!
Hasta La Vista - Part 2
Hilarious!
Hilarious! - 2
How I Stay Fired Up
How Funny!
How Sweet!

--I--

I Don't Believe It!
I Don't Know Why I Love You
I Have ALL the Time in the World
I Knew It!
I Love You, Really I Do
Ideal Home
Identical Twins
If Not Now, How About Now?
I'll Be There For You
Illumination
I'm Almost Impressed
I'm Having a Sing-Song Day
I'm Not Impressed!
Impressive!
Internet Encyclopaedia
Intuition
Is Parenthood a Calling?
It's a Sign!
It's All in My Head
It's Not Rocket Science, Is It?
I've Got to Hand it to You

--J--

Just Because I've Made My Bed Doesn't Mean I Have to Lie in It

--K--

Keeping It Real

--L--

Lessons in Love
Life is a Drone
Life is a Walk in the Park
Life is Unfolding Perfectly
Light of My Life
Limitlessness
Live Long and Prosper!
Living Under Grace - Revisited
Lost and Found
Love is Magic
Love is Magic - Part 2
Love Songs of All Time
Love Wins, Hands Down!

--M--

Make Room for Magic and Wonder
Man's Inalienable Right to Be a Sheep or Goat
Message to a Dear Friend
Mind Control
Mistaken Identity
More about Blessings
More about Intercession
More About My Romance with the Number 8
More About Thoughts are Things
My Area of Expertise
My Kind of Guy
My Kind of Bus Driver
My Personal Shopper
My Real Home
My Stunt Double

--N--

News Flash
Nice Outfit!
Nice Trip Down Memory Lane
No Such Thing as You
No Such Thing as Competition
Nothing Can Separate Me from Love
Nothing Can Separate Me from Love - 2
Now Elephants are Coming Out of My Ears

--O--

Of Mice and Men
Oh Shit!
On Being Polite
One Love
Out to Lunch
Overflow

--P--

Paradox
Perfect Scores
Pure Gold
Purple Rhinoceros

--Q--

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

--R--

Rainbows
Reality TV

--S--

Saying Yes to Love - Revisited
Sayonara!
Search Engine
Second Time Lucky
Self-Respect
Sharing the Wonder
Short and Sweet
Showing Mercy
Simple Magic
Slap and Tickle
Smiles All Round
Smiling Back Atcha!
Song of the Day
Song of the Day - 2
Song of the Day - 3
Song of the Day - 4
Song of the Day - 5
Song of the Day - 6
Song of the Day - 7
Song of the Day - 8
Staying Awake is a Full Time Job
Still Here!
Surrender to Love - Revisited

--T--

Thank You for Understanding
That Tickles!
The Artist
The Depot Cat
The Dog Trainer
The Gator-Crasher
The Hard Facts
The Joy of Commuting
The Lost Art of Bone Idleness
The Love Paradox
The Loves of My Life
The Messenger
The Pot of Gold at the End of the Rainbow
The Power of Love
The Power of Peace
The Shape of Things to Come
The Truth about Whingeing
The Watchers
The Wonder is There for All to Experience
Theme Songs
Thoughts are Things - Revisited
Trimming the Hedges
Two Fat Ladies - 88

--U--

Unconditional Love
Use it or Lose It

--W--

Waging the Penny War
What a Load of Bull!
What About My Needs?
What am I Grateful for Today?
What is Abundance?
What's New, Pussycat?
When I Expect Wonder I Experience Wonder
Where are All the Pigeons?
Who is Thinking Whom? - Revisited
Who Rules the Roost?
Why I Believe in Belief
Why I Travel Light
Why Is this Illusion So Bloody Painful?
Why the Inner Critic is Now My Greatest Ally
Why the Universe Always Says Yes
Windscreen Wipers

--Y--

You are Such a Tease!
You Could Have Had Me at "Hello"
You Had Me at "Hello"
Yum!

Enough Already!

2008-06-12T15:38:00.004+01:00

My mother and I were watching an evangelist preaching on the God channel. I asked her what the preacher's name was. She checked the programme's synopsis but his name wasn't listed. After a while the preacher called out a name.

"Did you hear that?" mum said. "I think he's just said his name - Todd Bentley."

"Did he?"

He continued to preach and then mentioned his name again.

"I heard it this time. It is Todd Bentley. Thank you for answering my question."

After a few minutes he said his name again.

"Enough already, I heard you. Thank you."

Ask and you will receive.

Enocia

Related articles: I Knew It!; God is in the Details

Thank You, God!

2008-06-12T15:26:00.005+01:00

My mother and I were watching It's Supernatural in which Sid Roth interviews people about their supernatural experiences. In last night's programme Jason Westerfield shared his vision of the future economy. He talked about what people should invest in. He also mentioned toilet paper.

"Did you hear that mum?" I said. "He's advising people to invest in toilet paper."

"Yes, I heard."

I'm a huge fan of toilet paper not for its popular use because I like eating it. I was only complaining the other day about how non-toilet paper eaters don't understand the needs of people who eat toilet paper. At least I know God cares about my needs and is asking people to invest in my food.

Enocia

Related articles: What About My Needs?; Everything Always Works Out for the Best

It's Not Rocket Science, Is It?

2008-06-12T11:29:00.020+01:00

So my mother and I were discussing actors whom she thinks see themselves as gods.

"At least the A-list actors do," I chuckled. "Doesn't the Bible tell us we are gods?"

"Yes, it's in Psalm 82."

"It goes: I have said, Ye are gods; and all of you are children of the most High. But ye shall die like men, and fall like one of the princes. Psalm 82. We all have enormous power within going to waste."

"It's a shame most people don't know this," mum said.

"I think people do know but they don't use what they've got."

"Come on, of the 7 billion people on the planet, how many people know this?" mum said.

"You tell me, you're a Christian. There must be millions of Christians on the planet who believe in a higher power. Plus, there are all these people waking up to the power of their thoughts. Imagine if millions of people were living as gods, the world will be transformed instantly."

"I still think people don't know how powerful they are."

Later when my mother was flicking through the Christian channels on television, she came across a reporter speaking about the effects of the sun's radiation. The expert was advising viewers to only take in small doses of sunlight at a time.

"I can’t believe he's giving out that kind of information on a programme that attracts millions of viewers!" I said.

"What do you mean?"

"Don't Christians believe God is Spirit?"

"Yes."

"If you live and have your being in God why would the sun's rays be harmful to you?"

"This is what I meant earlier when I said people don't know," mum said. "If they lived by this truth, they wouldn't be so scared."

"Doesn't even Paul, who most teachers follow, talk about God being all in all? God is omnipresent meaning He is everywhere present. Then God is in the sun's rays which can't be harmful unless you believe in a God of pain," I said. "

"It just shows that a lot of people either don't believe in God, even though they call themselves Christians, or haven't got a clue."

"It's like the blind leading the blind," I said. "Father forgive these presenters for they know not what they are presenting."

It's not rocket science, is it? Either I believe in God's allness or I don't. And according to my belief so are my life experiences?

There was a time when I used to wear my shades as soon as the sun came out because I thought the rays were harmful. I would go through the whole summer with shades. When I accepted God's omnipresence as truth, I stopped wearing shades. I haven't worn them in years.

Even though the experts would have us believe that black skin have an inbuilt protection from the sun, I used to still use sunscreen. Again, when I chose to trust in God, I stopped worrying about stuff like that.

It's because I believe in God's omnipresence that's why I am no longer fussed about food. I still do have my food preferences though."

I'm a simple woman living with simple truth principles. I believe in the infinite Power of Love that interpenetrates all space, all time, all realities. Therefore, there is nothing to fear.

Love is all there is.

Enocia

Related articles: God Doesn't Need a Helping Hand; The Hard Facts; Illumination; Belief versus Knowing; What Do I Believe?; Harmless Fun; Simplicity; Trusting in Love; The Will to Do Good; It's Either Love or Bullshit!

God Doesn't Need a Helping Hand

2008-06-11T13:51:00.007+01:00

Sometimes I watch the comedy Two and a Half Men which is about two bachelors, Charlie and Alan who are brothers; and Alan's son, Jake. In last night's episode, Evelyn, their mother admires Charlie's new girlfriend's nose and asks if a particular plastic surgery had performed her nose job. The girl says it's her own nose. Evelyn says sometimes God makes nice noses too.

I thought Evelyn's observation was hilarious!

Later, I noticed an advert for another product to protect babies' skin. Has it ever occurred to you that your baby's skin is quite capable of regenerating itself? That which is already Perfect doesn't need a helping hand, all you need to do is let Perfection be.

And yet scientists keep churning out these wonderful products for us to titivate ourselves. In the meantime, the real You with perfect skin is lying dormant waiting to come out.

God doesn't need a helping hand.
Just let Perfection be.

Enocia

Related articles: Why Is the Illusion So Bloody Painful?; Beauty From the Inside Out; Ghost Haunters; Nothing Added, Nothing Taken Away; Making Things Happen versus Letting Things Happen; God Doesn't Make Mistakes

Give It Some Welly!

2008-06-11T13:16:00.005+01:00

This story made me chuckle.

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The pig who was afraid of mud

by JOEL TAYLOR - Tuesday, June 10, 2008

For Cinderella, the old adage of being as happy as a pig in muck couldn't have been farther from the truth.

That's because the piglet hated the stuff.

So farmer Andre Keeble, of Thirsk, North Yorkshire, kitted her out with her own set of wellies.

He said: 'We've never had a pig that wouldn't go in mud. It's just odd.' The pig who was afraid of mud

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I reckon she is a real City pig who can't cope without her wellies. Click in the link above if you want to see the pig kitted up.

Enocia

The Dog Trainer

2008-06-11T11:56:00.010+01:00

In the documentary, Dog Whisperer, Cesar Millan helps dog owners to train their out of control mutts. It usually turns out that it's not the dogs that need training but the "owners." Once the human is trained, the dog's behaviour aligns with the new behaviour and everyone is happy.

I believe that in order to live as my real self I have to train the dog within that has been out of control and believing all sorts of ideas that have nothing to do with the Love that I am. I've been training my consciousness to be in harmony with Love and remembering that I am in fact the Dog Trainer.

I used to find that when I felt like having a pee, the moment I was in the cubicle, I would get so desperate that I'm almost peeing in my pants. Then I trained myself with the "Stay" command which makes me relax. I can then take all the time I need to do my business. I even do the same at night when I feel like having a pee but can't be bothered to get up.

Sometimes when I feel overwhelmed by a sudden influx of energy/emotion, I use the "Stay" command to keep myself calm.

During my bus journey yesterday evening, I was thinking of an American hospital drama but I couldn't remember the name. The annoying thing was I had Googled it earlier. Why can't I remember? There was only one thing to do - let the dog get the information.

"Go on, fetch!" I said to myself.

I relaxed and trusted in the dog and he returned with the name: "Grey's Anatomy."

"Good boy!"

Incidentally, when I got off the bus I saw this woman walking with her puppy. She stopped to use her mobile phone and commanded the puppy to stay but he was so exuberant and wanted to keep going.

"Stay!" she said.

"Awww, he's so adorable!" I said. "What breed is he?"

"He's a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel."

The puppy leaped at my legs and I stroked him.

Sit! Stay! Roll over! Good boy!

Enocia

Related articles: That Tickles!; My Real Home; Harmony; Stay! Good Dog!; Nothing But a Hound Dog

More About My Romance with the Number 8

2008-06-11T10:57:00.003+01:00

During my bus travels yesterday, I noticed a restaurant on the Kings Road called Eight Over Eight. It will be fun to try it out sometime.

Lucky no. 8 Rules!

Enocia/Vector8

Related article: Two Fat Ladies - 88

That Tickles!

2008-06-10T13:39:00.017+01:00

For a while now I've been experiencing a kind of ticklish sensation around my skin. Sometimes it feels like someone is touching me or stroking my arms and legs with feather or something. Other times, it feels like someone is blowing on my skin.

Another thing I've been experiencing for the last four years is when I am still whether in meditation, typing or watching television, my body feels charged like I'm plugged into electricity or something. I even feel sparks of electricity mostly around my legs and ankles. At first, the charges were so strong, I had scars on my legs as I was constantly scratching them. Then either I got used to the bolts of electricity or they stopped feeling so painful. I still get them now and again.

I also find my hands produce a lot of energy, which I've used to charge batteries at home.

I believe the ticklish sensations and electricity is simply myself as Energy/Light. Though I might appear as a flesh and body, the truth is I am not a person, I am Light.

I don't analyse how the Light works, I just let It do its thing.

Love and light.

Enocia

Related articles: The Hard Facts; Breaking the Cycle; Going Green; Use it or Lose It; The Soul; Not a Person; Some Thoughts on Meditation - Haha

The Hard Facts

2008-06-10T12:24:00.019+01:00

I believe it's good to have expectations of a particular outcome. I expect to experience infinite wonder and magic. However, I have no interest in how the wonder unfolds; I simply believe all things are possible and let it happen.

In last night's episode of "Star Trek Voyager" called Sacred Ground part of the crew are on an away mission. The group find a shrine of the Nechisti Order which seems to be surrounded by a "biogenic field." Out of curiosity, Kes touches the field and is sent into a coma. When she's taken back to the ship, the doctor can't help her because he needs to understand what the cause was. The only way he can do so is by getting energy readings near the shrine but the Nechisti monks won't allow that to happen. Captain Janeway asks the Nechisti government for help but is advised that the government doesn't get involved in religious affairs. Kes' partner, Neelix, is desperate for her to be healed. He suggests to Janeway that he does some research on the religion. Neelix discovers a story about a king whose son had been rendered unconscious just like Kes and had to go through an initiation to awaken his son. Janeway asks the monks for her to be put through the same initiation so she can help Kes. The monks agree. Before she leaves, the doctor puts a probe inside her to detect the science behind the ritual.

Now Captain Janeway is a scientist through and through. She measures everything and needs things proven to her. She also presumes the initiation will involve some kind of mental and physical endurance that she has to pass that would enable her to go through the field and meet with the Spirits. Her guide warns her that the tests are meaningless and she needs to simply contact Spirit. After the first "test", Janeway tells her guide she is ready to meet Spirit. She puts her hand in a basket and is bitten by some creature and falls unconscious. She then has "dreams" of herself in another reality where she meets her guide who tells her she already has within her all that she needs to help Kes.

While Janeway has been going through the rituals, the doctor has been receiving constant feedback from the probe he'd inserted in her, which he's analysing. He believes he can use the information to treat Kes. When the doctor tries to treat Kes, her condition deteriorates. The doctor realises Janeway's experience is useless and he can't help Kes.

Janeway asks the spiritual guide for her assistance. The guide makes Janeway realise that she had brought certain expectations to the ritual that had nothing to do with how Spirit works. However, Janeway's expectations had been met perfectly. Janeway also realises that if she's going to help Kes, she's going to have to let go of all her pre-conceived scientific ideas and expectations and admit that she doesn't have the answers. The monks advise her to take Kes back to the energy field and touch it. They warn Janeway that she has to believe that she can help Kes otherwise she and Kes will die when they contact the field. Janeway decides to let go of her rational side and trust in herself. She carries Kes to the field. When both of them touch the field, Kes is restored back to full health.

The final scene shows Kes asking the doctor how she'd been healed. The doctor comes up with scientific theories to explain how; while Janeway knows her healing can't be explained.

The hard facts are that some things cannot be measured or understood by Science or human knowledge. It's simply a matter of trusting in the unknown.

I believe in Spirit.

Enocia

Related articles: Why Is the Illusion So Bloody Painful?; Why I Believe in Belief; Make Room for Magic and Wonder; More Things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio; Why am I?; Stop Trying So Hard!

I Knew It!

2008-06-10T11:54:00.005+01:00

While my mother and I were watching a documentary I told her that I recognised the narrator's voice as Bill Nighy, the actor. She couldn't remember who he was. I described what he looked like and the drama he was in recently but she still couldn't remember.

I had a feeling that now that the actor's name was in my conscious awareness, he was bound to pop up in a film or drama. I checked the TV listings to see if he was in any show that evening but he wasn't.

The next evening, yesterday, my mother and I were watching another documentary, which wasn't very exciting. When the commercials came on, she started channel hopping. I noticed the film Sleepless in Seattle was on, which I wanted to watch again as I love that movie so much. I also noticed the next film was Love Actually. I told mum Bill Nighy was in "Love Actually." When the film came on I pointed out the actor to her.

I knew he would pop up sooner or later.

Enocia

Related article: Ask and You Will Receive

Friends in High Places

2008-06-09T13:00:00.009+01:00

For he shall give his angels charge over thee, to keep thee in all thy ways. They shall bear thee up in their hands, lest thou dash thy foot against a stone. Psalm 91: 11-12

When I went home yesterday evening, my mother was chatting to her friend on the phone. She seemed in very high spirits. After she'd finished her conversation I asked her if she'd attended her weekly church Guild meeting. She said she hadn't attended because she suddenly fell ill on her way out and had to return home. After resting for a while, she felt better.

I asked her if she'd prayed and she said she had. I reminded her that we are all part of the Infinite Power of Love. The moment she has a need, all she has to do is reach out in thought and she will be sent energy by the many angels around.

I've just read an email from an angel friend who is based in India, which he sent yesterday. He sent kisses to my mother. When I told him about my mother's experience, he wrote back:

Yes EJ, When I was writing a mail to you, I had a very comfort feeling to send kisses to your mother and sent it.

It's good to have friends in High Places.

All my love and gratitude to my friends of Love-Light.

Enocia

Related articles: More about Blessings; My Choir of Angels; Bring It On!; Higher Powers; Being the Gift; My Friends of Love-Light

Cleaning Agent

2008-06-09T12:19:00.009+01:00

My nephew, who is 14, and his mother came round the other day to collect some food, which mum prepares for them each week. My nephew is mad about football (soccer) and hopes to play professionally one day. He showed us his two football glass awards he'd received. As he was wiping one award with his jacket, his mother told him off for using his filthy jacket.

I then visualised myself spitting on the award and wiping it. My nephew pretended he was spitting on the award and wiping it.

"Ugh, that's disgusting!" his mother said.

"I just imagined myself doing that," I laughed.

"You picked up on her thought and did the same," mum said. "That's amazing!"

We had a giggle about how some mothers use their saliva to clean their kids' faces.

Isn't it amazing how we pick up on each other's thoughts? That's why it's so important to be vigilant about what thoughts I let in.

Enocia

Related articles: My Real Home; Who is Thinking Whom? - Revisited; Love is Life; Disgust

Why Is the Illusion So Bloody Painful?

2008-06-09T11:32:00.008+01:00

So I wasn't paying attention where I was going and my shoulder bumped against the edge of the wall. At first it hurt like hell then I immediately reversed the pain by saying to myself that "Love is all there is." The pain instantly vanished.

One could argue that since there is only Love going on and it's all good, any experience not in harmony with Love's intent, such as an injury, is an illusion. In that case, why was the illusion so bloody painful?

Last night a fly came into the living room, presumably through the open windows, and kept buzzing around. He sat on my lap a couple of times and I waved it away. As I had no intention of killing it, I put out an intention that my energy field repels it. After that, it didn't come near me. I was so engrossed in whatever I was watching on television at the time, I forgot about the fly. Later, I noticed my mother was looking flustered. I asked her what was wrong and she said she was being bothered by the fly. She said she'd run out of fly spray and was trying to swat it. The fly was just too damn quick for my mother. First thing this morning, mum sent me on an errand to the corner shop to buy a fly spray, which she intends to use on the "pest." Once she has got rid of the pest, she will feel a lot better.

As I see it, nothing can take away my peace. It doesn't matter how many flies or wasps come in, I will still be in my peace because Peace is who I am; the same is true for my mother. To believe a fly can steal your peace is an illusion. Why then was the illusion so distressing for my mother?

I believe that unless you have the power of conviction to dismiss "illusions" as nothing, it's pointless going round thinking something is an illusion while still in agony or feeling distressed about the situation. I certainly will not tell someone what they are experiencing is an illusion when it looks and feels very real to them. I believe the rule of thumb is as follows: if it still hurts when you bang your head against a brick wall, you're better off avoiding that situation until such a time when you're able to walk through walls.

In fact most of what we call life experiences are illusions that were never created by Love. Millions of people are employed in professions that specialise in illusions such as the medical field, the armed forces, those who make weapons, the Law, the government, etc. These professions will remain until every single individual wakes up to the truth that Love is all there is and it is perfect harmony.

So yes, it's all an illusion. Without the power of conviction, however, to transmute the "illusion", it will remain an annoying fly buzzing around and stealing your peace.

Enocia

Related articles: Breaking the Cycle; Surrender to Love - Revisited; Why I Believe in Belief; Nothing Can Separate Me from Love; Going Green; Nothing Can Dull My Shine; Knock Knee; Not a Person; Love Never Dies; Insect Repellant; The Power of Love; Nothing Cannot Harm You; Peace Is; It is All Nothing!; Illusion

Still Here!

2008-06-07T14:56:00.006+01:00

On the way to the bus stop this morning, I saw a man who lives in our neighbourhood. I said hello. He said he'd been wondering how me and my mother were, as he hasn't seen us in a while.

He said yesterday he travelled with my mother on the bus; this morning he got to travel with me on the bus.

As you can see, dear friend, I'm still here and very happy. I am really happy your question was answered so elegantly.

Enocia

Related articles: The Shape of Things to Come; No Such Thing as Competition; A Rose for a Rose; How Sweet!; Thank You for Understanding

The Shape of Things to Come

2008-06-07T14:20:00.008+01:00

I've noticed that when something is flagged for my attention, it's usually the shape of things to come; rather like a news headline giving the reader a clue about its story.

I have to say I'm not au fait with what's going on in the music world these days. I seem to be stuck in the 90s. Actually, I may very well be in an 80s time warp. Bring back Vinyl records, I say.

From time to time, I do watch music channels to see what's going on though invariably I tend to watch videos of my favourite era. But then recently as I was flicking through the music channels, I noticed a video of an artist called Estelle performing a song called "American Boy." I wasn't familiar with this artist. I thought the song sounded interesting and she was very attractive. After that I started noticing her in newspapers.

During my bus journey a woman and her partner came on board. She headed straight for me and said, "You look like Estelle."

"Oh, you mean the singer of 'American Boy'?" I said.

"Yes, you look very much like her," she said.

"Thank you."

I was really chuffed not because the woman thought I looked like Estelle, but because I had given her the false impression that I knew what was going on in the music charts, when I haven't got a clue.

The other day I thought of a friend who lives in our neighbourhood. On the way home, I noticed a road called "Barter Road", which I've never noticed before. The next day when I was waiting at the bus stop, my friend turned up. I told him I'd been thinking about him. He said he was 30 minutes late. Yeah, I reckon it was the Universe trying to synchronise our meeting. On the bus we chatted about what he's been up to. He also told me about a website that does barter exchange, which I wasn't aware of. He promised to forward me the website link.

So that's why I noticed the road "barter"; it was the shape of things to come.

Right now I feel lots of love, wonder and celebration, which I believe is the shape of things to come in my reality. Can't wait!

Enocia

Related articles: A Rose for a Rose; Dreaming the Future; News Flash; Fact or Fiction?; Live Long and Prosper!; When I Expect Wonder I Experience Wonder ; Breaking News

My Real Home

2008-06-07T11:40:00.008+01:00

In the UK, most people live in houses/flats that they either own, have part ownership, or are renting either privately or from the local Council. There are a few people who live in estates and palaces though.

Whether you're renting or the property is yours, it is your responsibility to maintain the house/flat's upkeep. It doesn't matter if you choose to employ a housekeeper to look after the house or look after it yourself, it is still your responsibility.

My individual consciousness is rather like a house/flat that I've been given to experience life. It is my real home. It is my sole responsibility to look after my home, though I am constantly asking for help in this regard.

Now, I am very much open to have people come to visit and even stay, as long as they conform to my "house rules", i.e. resonate with the Love that I am being. Otherwise, my doors are shut.

Love and light.

Enocia

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Breaking the Cycle

2008-06-07T10:55:00.009+01:00

Recently I was on a retreat and simply doing lots of meditation and listening to both the Inner Sound and the Inner Voice. At one point when I looked at myself in the mirror I didn't look like my usual vibrant self; I looked tired.

The Voice within said that it's because of the belief in the cycle; the ebbing and flowing of the waves. Sooner or later when the tide goes in, I experience the effect. That's the life/death cycle. The way to break the life/death cycle is to identify myself only as Light. I am not having a life; I am being Light.

Light doesn't go through cycles.
Light doesn't go through seasons.
Light is eternal.
Light is incorruptible.
Light is limitless.
Light is infinite.
Light is omnipotent, omnipresent and omniscient.

Here are some more attributes of the Light.

It is simply your flawless present awareness, cognizant and empty, naked and awake.'

"Dudjom Rinpoche wrote:

No words can describe it
No example can point to it
Samsara does not make it worse
Nirvana does not make it better
It has never been born
It has never ceased
It has never been liberated
It has never been deluded
It has never existed
It has never been nonexistent
It has no limits at all
It does not fall into any kind of category The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying, Sogyal Rinpoche

I am living Light.

Enocia

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Two Fat Ladies - 88

2008-06-06T15:58:00.003+01:00

Today, I got on the bus route 8, with the allocation number: 88.

What are the chances?

As the Bingo caller would say: "Two Fat Ladies - 88"

Bingo!

Enocia

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No Such Thing as Competition

2008-06-06T15:30:00.012+01:00

I believe because the Universe has no limits, there is no need for us to compete for our needs to be met. And yet, there are times when the desires of one's heart appear to "belong" to someone else leading to competition. Many people, for instance, want to win the lottery, become pop stars etc. How can the Universe meet everyone's needs when they want the same things?

I believe the Universe doesn't work on competition; all needs are being met perfectly.

Many years ago when I was in my early twenties, my flatmate started dating this professional model. The moment I saw his photograph I started fantasising about him. I knew it was a no-go area as he was dating my friend. I dreamed about my very own model. I never got to meet her boyfriend in person as my flatmate always used to meet him outside. Late one night on my way home after I'd been out clubbing with another flatmate, this young man approached us and started chatting me up. I was quite flattered. There was something about him that looked vaguely familiar. When he told me where he was from i.e. Manchester, I put two and two together and realised he was my flatmate's boyfriend. I told him I knew who he was. He was quite pissed off that he'd been rumbled. When I got home, I told my flatmate about my encounter with her friend. After that, she was very wary of me.

It would seem that at one level I was competing with my friend but was that really true? Let's look at the evidence. My desire attracted not just any old model but my friend's model, but it didn't happen overnight. It took a few weeks for this to unfold, which gave them time for their relationship to develop. The fact that he was open shows he was never serious about my friend. If he was, I wouldn't have attracted him so soon. Maybe we would have met up at another time when they were no longer together. When I got what I'd been dreaming of, I realised I didn't want him after all. Verdict: no competition.

The housing market would have people believe that because of rising interest rates and high cost of living, you have to compete with one another for your dream homes. Is this really true? People who believe the hype are running scared. In the meantime, it's business as usual for the Universe who is constantly making people's dreams come true according to their beliefs.

A while back I watched a documentary called Beyond Belief: Fact or Fiction? where stories of an illogical nature are presented by the host. Not all of them are based on fact, however. At the end of the show, the host reveals which was fact and which was fiction. One story, based on fact, was about this woman/buyer who had a recurring dream of her dream home. She would find herself touring the house. She got to know every detail of that house and its neighbourhood.

The woman shared her dream with her husband and said that she wanted that house. Her husband believed it was only a dream and not real. Even if such a house did exist, they couldn't afford it anyway. The woman didn't give up on her dream and kept going to view homes hoping to find her dream home. One day the estate agent told her a house had just become available in the neighbourhood where she'd "seen" her dream home. Apparently, the owner wanted to get rid of the house at a knock-down price because it was haunted. When the woman went to view the house, she couldn't believe her eyes; it was her dream home in form. The story took another twist - when the buyer was introduced to the owner, the owner recognised the buyer as the "ghost" who had been haunting her home. The woman ended up having her dream home.

It seems to me that when the woman put out her intention, the Universe, which has access to the past, present and future "revealed" the perfect house that matched her expectations. The woman's intention was not to frighten the owner living in the house, she was just viewing the home, albeit in an unorthodox way. How was she to know the owner was going to interpret her viewing as a ghostly presence? I did wonder though why the owner didn't stay put after finding out the truth of her haunted house. I believe that she must have wanted to sell anyway and her intention had attracted the right "ghost" for the property. Verdict: no competition.

Yesterday when I went to the bookshop to browse, I noticed the chairs I prefer relaxing in were already occupied. The sofa had two customers on either side. I could have sat in the middle but I didn't feel like being squashed. There was one vacant chair close by which I sat on. Although the chair was reasonably comfortable, my preference was to either sit on the sofa or on the single chair that I love so much. There was only one thing to do: I thanked God for meeting the need. After waiting for what felt like 15 minutes (can't be specific as I don't wear a watch), a young lady sitting on the sofa dumped the magazines she'd been flicking through and left. Never had a sofa felt so comfortable! After resting for about an hour, I decided I'd had enough and went home.

Though we appeared to be competing for the same chairs, the truth of the matter was that all our needs were being met perfectly. When the lady had had enough reading, she left. When I had had enough of lounging around I left. No competition.

If there is really no competition does this mean we can have whatever we want?

Yes.

In that case, can I own Buckingham Palace?

Yes, but there's a high price to pay for that wish.

How so?

In Autobiography of a Yogi, there is a story about how Lahiri Mahasaya meets his guru, Babaji, in the Himalayas. At first, Lahiri doesn't remember his guru and has to be reminded of his guru's eternal love. Babaji knows Lahiri has a secret desire to experience the pleasures of a palace so he decides to cut to the chase and materialises an opulent palace for Lahiri to enjoy in that moment. After Lahiri has explored the palace and is satisfied, Babaji dematerialises the palace. Lahiri is initiated into Kriya Yoga and sent into the world to spread the word of Kriya Yoga.

If Babaji hadn't manifested that palace for Lahiri, it would have taken him several lifetimes for him to be born into the right conditions to enable him to experience his dream palace. When he got his wish fulfilled he could then focus on awakening to his true self.

Back to my wish to own Buckingham Palace. Since the Palace is already occupied by the Queen and likely to be so for a long time, it may take several lifetimes for that wish to come true. This means that I will have to keep going through the life-death cycle to experience my desire. Since my desire is to break the life-death cycle, it's pointless wishing I could live in Buckingham Palace when I have no intention of coming back.

Thus, I can have only what fits in with the Spirit that I AM, otherwise I'll get stuck in the dream. No desire is worth that much.

There is no such thing as competition.
Everything always works out for the best.

Enocia

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Perfect Scores

2008-06-06T13:51:00.010+01:00

I have this game that I play with myself called "Perfect Scores." I imagine I'm a dancer performing in front of some expert judges and being giving scores based on my performance. When I'm at my peak performance, I achieve perfect 10 from each judge. When I'm not, I get lower scores. Just because I have a score of, say, 5 doesn't mean I stop being myself. I'm still me having a "bad" day. I accept and love myself anyway, knowing that in the next moment I'll be back on form.

Here's another way to look at it.

Love/Peace/Joy<------------------------------------------------> anger/hate/fear

The above line represents how I am feeling in every moment. I'm either being loving, peaceful, in joy and happy or I am feeling angry, fearful, judgmental, hateful, vindictive and various other emotions. No matter where I am on the emotional scale, it's still me. I have to choose which Me I want to experience in every moment. I then attract life experiences that resonate with how I'm feeling.

Back to my dance performance; if I can love myself no matter what I'm feeling, I'm always going to have perfect scores.

Marks for Vector8's Artistic Impression and Technical Merit.

10, 10, 10, 10, 10, 10, 10, 10

Enocia

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A Rose for a Rose

2008-06-06T10:54:00.006+01:00

Recently the Inner Voice told me about a forever friend, part of my invisible helpers, who has an important role to play in my life experience at this moment. I asked for validation. Given how much I love roses, I wanted to receive a rose as a sign.

After that I kept noticing roses everywhere but I insisted that I needed a tangible rose I could touch and smell. Yesterday on my bus ride I noticed a single red rose on the bus seat which I picked up. It didn't have a very strong smell though.

When I got home I gave the rose to my mother. She asked me where I'd got the rose and I told her that I'd picked it up on the bus, as you do.

Thank you, friend, for the rose. It was a perfect rose for the Rose that I am.

Enocia

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Song of the Day - 8

2008-06-05T15:35:00.002+01:00

This song has been whizzing round my head. I Think We're Alone Now - Tiffany I love it, as it goes.

I Think We're Alone Now - Tiffany

Children behave
That’s what they say when were together
And watch how you play
They don’t understand
And so we're

Chorus:
Running just as fast as we can
Holdin on to one another’s hand
Tryin to get away into the night
And then you put your arms around me
And we tumble to the ground
And then you say

I think were alone now
There doesn’t seem to be anyone around
I think were alone now
The beating of our hearts is the only sound

Look at the way
We gotta hide what were doin
cause what would they say
If they ever knew
And so we're

Repeat chorus

I think were alone now
There doesn’t seem to be anyone around
I think were alone now
The beating of our hearts is the only sound Lyrics

Dreaming the Future

2008-06-05T11:20:00.017+01:00

I never thought I would go to university because there was nothing that took my fancy, nor did I know what I wanted to do with my life. I took time out to work. One day I had a reading from an aura reader who saw me going to university. I didn't believe her as I didn't feel it was my path. I was simply interested in writing. After taking some writing courses, I decided to enrol for a creative writing degree. By that time I was in my mid-twenties. I then swapped the writing degree for media and cultural studies, which helped me to deconstruct my identity as a "person."

I really enjoyed my undergraduate experience of reading lots of books and writing essays, albeit finding them stressful as I used to leave things till the last minute. I even considered post-graduate study; at the time, I had this brilliant idea that I wanted to research up to PhD level. After deferring for a year, I lost interest in the topic and decided not to pursue it. Instead, I focused on self-realisation and being my true self. I vowed to myself that I would never go back to university.

I had a sleeping dream which challenged my view of academia.

In the dream I am at a university campus and in my first year. I am speaking to a young man and telling him this is my second degree and I'm in my first year. He tells me he's also pursuing his second degree and he's in his second year. I'm very much aware that the man is in his early to mid-twenties. In fact, most of the students around me range between 18 and mid-twenties. I'm a lot older than these students and yet I still look like I do now and feel the same. The students presume I'm their age.

Another thing I get about the dream is it's full of vibrant colours. Everyone is happy and fulfilled. I'm with someone I love and we're very happy.

When I woke out of the dream, I willed myself back and I found myself in the dream with other people and my partner. I woke up again. When I went back to sleep I was back in the dream. The third time I woke out of the dream, it was time to get up.

I was gutted to find myself in this reality. It felt to me like the dream was my real life and this reality was the dream. At first I wondered whether it was a parallel life experience, but I had a sense that it wasn't. I feel a kind of continuity linking my current life experience with the dream, which suggests that the dream is my future; or at least one version of my future. I also get a distinct impression that life is going on now and fast approaching me.

As I write this and think of undergraduate study, I still don't feel any passion for it. Then again, I did feel the same way before my first degree so I'll see how I feel in the future. After all, if I'm going to be here for a long time, I have plenty of time to pursue all kinds of topics that take my fancy.

Enocia

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Gasping for Air

2008-06-05T10:31:00.011+01:00

In a recent piece called God Helps Those Who Help Themselves, I compared God/Infinite Love to oxygen, which is there in abundance; "all I have to do is simply help myself to as much oxygen as I need."

On the bus last night, I noticed this boy's t-shirt with the words: "I need more air." It was a slogan for some kind of trainers.

If I need more air all I have to do is help myself to some.
God helps those who help themselves to air.

Enocia

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News Flash

2008-06-04T14:21:00.004+01:00

I've noticed that when someone is thinking of me or sending me thoughts via emails, I see flashes of light at the corner of my eyes. It doesn't matter whether my eyes are closed or not.

It makes perfect sense now why "news flash" is so called because information in all forms is light.

Last night, around 10 pm, I saw this flash of light to my left. It was very strong and looked like a shooting star.

Light and love to all my friends.

Enocia

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God Helps Those Who Help Themselves

2008-06-03T15:51:00.011+01:00

My mother likes using this phrase "God helps those who help themselves" meaning that we have to play our part and not expect God to do everything.

That's not what I believe.

I believe God/Infinite Love is rather like oxygen which has been given for all time. I don't have to pay for oxygen all I have to do is simply help myself to as much oxygen as I need.

God helps those who help themselves to HIS infinite blessings that are constantly being poured out to meet everyone's needs.

Receive all the infinite blessings Love has in store for you.

Enocia

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Rainbows

2008-06-03T15:21:00.008+01:00

I've been noticing a lot of rainbows lately, which I believe is a very good sign of more wonderful things to come.

The skirt my mother had no yesterday looked like a rainbow. I told her how much I loved her skirt. She showed me her new watch with a rainbow strap which I also admired.

It was raining this morning. On my way to the bus stop I noticed this young woman with a rainbow umbrella.

"I love your umbrella," I smiled. "I love rainbows."

"Thanks. It's a crap day today though," she said.

"Well, you have a lovely day."

As I walked away, I noticed another rainbow on the wet road.

I love rainbows!

Enocia

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What About My Needs?

2008-06-03T12:12:00.007+01:00

"Where did you buy the toilet paper? " my mother said.

"I think it was from the corner shop," I said. "Why?"

"It's very strong. I only need to use a few compared to the old one."

"It's still Andrex but it seems to be a different kind."

"We should buy this one from now on," mum said.

Yeah, but this toilet paper doesn't taste as nice and soft as the other one," I said.

"Well it's not meant for you to eat but to wipe my bottom."

Why can't my mother understand my needs? I guess she is just like the rest of non-toilet paper eaters who see the world with their fixed filters and can't understand what it means for toilet paper eaters to have the right kind of texture.

Toilet paper eaters of the world unite! Let's fight for the right to have soft, melt-in-the-mouth toilet paper forever!

Enocia

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Britain's Got Talent

2008-06-03T10:26:00.010+01:00

During my bus ride, I fell asleep. I was suddenly awakened by the most awful sound. What the hell is that racket? I realised a passenger at the back was singing. He seemed to be making up his song as he was going along and praising God.

A man standing next to the driver said, "Don't give up the day job, mate."

"Maybe, he should go on Britain's Got Talent," the driver chuckled.

"He hasn't got a hope in hell with that voice," his colleague said.

Even though the man's voice was as pleasing as a car alarm, his joy was infectious. His song "I love God better every D-A-Y" was quite catchy too and I found myself humming along with him.

After he'd been singing (or screeching) for a few minutes, he shouted that we should all give praise and thanks to Jah (God). Hmmm, I preferred him when he was singing.

"Revelation, Jah Rastafari!" he screamed. "Africa for the Africans! Europe for the Europeans! Asia for the Asians!"

The bus driver stopped the bus, opened his cubicle door, and asked the passenger to get off the bus.

"But, I'm having a revelation from Jah," he said.

"Not on this bus, you're not," the driver said. "Get off my bus!"

I reckon the man's revelation was spot on. He had revelations about separation and he was separated from his bus ride.

Just before I got off the bus I spoke to the driver and his friend.

"How could you chuck out such a talented singer from your bus?" I said. "He could easily be on 'Britain's Got Talent.'"

"He was alright when he was singing," he said, "but when he started shouting he had to go."

To the preacher on the bus: see you on Britain's Got Talent, mate, though I don't rate your chances.

Enocia

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Waging the Penny War

2008-06-02T16:00:00.009+01:00

Over the last few years I've noticed many of these Pound Shops cropping up all over the place. I've also noticed they are now getting so competitive that businesses are undercutting their competitors by reducing their goods to 99 pence. I noticed a shop next to a 99 pence shop that was offering their goods for 98 pence. Hmmm! I wonder how far they are prepared to wage the penny war?

I've shopped in Pound shops lots of times. I once bought a packet of chocolate that was in Arabic. That was a first for me - eating food I don't understand.

I've often wondered why they are so cheap. Someone once told me some of the stock come from goods that have been seized by Customs and Excise who sell them for next to nothing. This means even if a shop sells their goods for 50 pence, they will still make lots of profit.

I have a theory that a lot of the goods come from secret bunkers the government had created to store stuff in anticipation of the Y2K problems, which would have ultimately led to a global stock market crash and pandemonium, leading to the end of the world as we know it. Since the end of the world did not happen, the government have set up these shops to get rid of these products and recoup tax payers' money.

I guess I'll see you at the Pound Shop, I mean 99p shop, I mean 98p shop, I mean 97p shop....I mean at Customs and Excise.

Enocia

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Second Time Lucky

2008-06-02T15:17:00.011+01:00

A few days ago I watched the results of the TV show, "Britain's Got Talent" where the tenacious young dancer, George Sampson, was crowned the winner.

This was George's second entry into the competition. Last year one of the judges wanted to put him forward to the semi-finals but the other two judges disagreed. George never gave up; he continued to focus on his goal and biding his time. He auditioned again this year and he was put through to the semi-finals.

When I saw George in the semi-finals, he really blew me away. I could see how much he loved what he was doing and I wanted him to win. I was so happy his wish came true, albeit a year later.

Never give up on your dreams. Keep your eyes focused on the prize and trust in the Universe to unfold it perfectly.

Enocia

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Man's Inalienable Right to Be a Sheep or Goat

2008-06-02T09:57:00.033+01:00

Two days ago, I heard in the news that the government are proposing to outlaw cigarette vending machines in order to discourage children from smoking. They are also considering removing cigarettes from shop display. Smokers are protesting that this would infringe on their right to smoke.

I can see both sides of the argument. Although I used to be a staunch anti-smoker, I also very much respected the right of the smoker, as long as they weren't smoking near me. When I realised cigarettes had no power to harm me, I wasn't bothered any more; though I did prefer to be in smoke-free environments. Smoking has now been banned in all public places in England. Banning cigarettes vending machines does seem a bit extreme. Surely, smokers do have the right to have access to their cigarettes?

Yesterday I was going to go out but I decided to stay home and just watch television. As luck would have it, there was an episode of StarTrek called Errand of Mercy, which turned out to be very relevant to the news item I had watched the night before.

After negotiations between the Federation and the Klingon Empire has broken down, the Enterprise is sent on a mission to the planet, Organia, to warn them that the Klingons are likely to attack and take over their planet. Captain Kirk and his first officer, Spock, beam down to the planet to meet with the Organian council, but the Organians are not concerned at all. After Spock has explored the planet, he reports to Kirk that the Organians seem to be stagnant and have not evolved in thousands of years. Kirk urges the Organian to heed his warning about the Klingons. Kirk tells them he has weapons and modern technology that they can use as protection but the Organians tell him they don't need any protection.

Soon the Klingons arrive and take over the planet, yet the Organians are not concerned. Kirk is now very frustrated with the Organians whom he regards as sheep. Why can't they be like goats who are prepared to fight to protect their way of life? Kirk and Spock are eventually arrested by the Klingons and put in prison where they await torture and possible death. They are rescued by the Organians. Kirk is puzzled why the Organians on the one hand don't want to fight, yet they have rescued them from torture.

When the leader of the Klingons discover Kirk and Spock have been rescued, he orders his men to kill 200 Organians. He proposes to continue killing Organians until Kirk and Spock are given up. The Organian council insists they do not need to fight. Kirk and Spock decide they would rather die fighting the Klingons than have the entire Organian race wiped out.

Just before the battle is about to commence between the Federation and the Klingons on the planet and in space, they discover they can't use their weapons, which are too hot to handle. The Organians then tell both sides that they will not permit their war to continue and force them into a truce. Kirk and the Klingon leader are furious and accuse the Organians of interfering in their affairs. Kirk defends his right to continue the war with the Klingons. The Organians tell them the war is not going to happen and ask all of them to leave as their presence is very painful for them. The Organians confess that they too used to be like them but have since evolved to a peaceful race. The Organians were never threatened by their weapons; they reveal their true nature as pure Energy who had only appeared as humanoids to give Kirk et al a point of reference.

The Klingons and the Federation represent anti-smokers and cigarette smokers, where each group wishes to express their right to smoke and be in a smoke-free environment. Like the Organians, I'm not fussed either way if people smoke or want to smoke because I know cigarettes have no power. If I don't want to be in a smoking environment, all I have to do is put out the intention and my aura will either repel smokers or will remove the smoker from my environment. I've seen this happen many times.

I believe in the right of individuals as sovereign light beings to have the freedom to choose to be a sheep or a goat. While I honour individual's right to do what they choose, I have the right to change an environment that doesn't resonate with who I am being. That's why I'm constantly blessing as I go. If by transmuting an environment from fear to love I have infringed on someone's inalienable right, then that's just too baaad.

I am a peaceful sheep.
Baa!

Enocia

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Surrender to Love - Revisited

2008-05-31T12:27:00.024+01:00

Love's purpose is to awaken all to their true nature as Love; and to unite all in Love. The magnetic attraction of Love is so powerful that you can either yield to it and experience inexhaustible love; or resist and experience emotional, mental or physical pain.

As I was taking my walk, I could feel my body aching. The Inner Voice reminded me that pain is unnecessary. When I walk with the awareness that only Infinite Love is taking the walk then there is no pain just the joy of exploring and being. On the other hand, when I'm dreaming that I am doing the walking with limited energy, I feel tired or my muscles ache.

The Inner Voice said when people go through emotional pain it is because they are resisting the call of Love. When you are not heeding the call, you experience a vacuum which gets filled with relationships and experiences that do not reflect who you truly are. The good news is the True Self is always present and never stops calling out and pouring HER love. Sooner or later the magnetic pull of the True Self is felt in full force resulting in transformation.

When I surrender to Love and trust in the process, I can see that what appears to be, for instance, "break-up" in relationships is simply Love's way of releasing what doesn't truly resonate with my being and replacing it with experiences that reflect who I am as my true self. On the other hand, when I resist Love, I either try to hold on to the old relationships which create frustration and lack of fulfilment, or I interpret release as traumatic and experience emotional pain and heartache.

I thought again of the young nun, Maria in the musical, The Sound of Music. Maria tried very hard to fit into the convent lifestyle even though the rules and regulations didn't match her temperament. It was only when she was asked to take on the role of governess, outside the comfort zone of the abbey, that Maria found a place that fitted her perfectly.

I surrender to Love.
Resistance is futile.

Enocia

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What's New, Pussycat?

2008-05-31T10:50:00.017+01:00

So I noticed a miniature Ragdoll cat doll on top of the television that wasn't there before. My mother said when she and her friend were away on their trip recently, they spotted some miniature cat dolls in a shop window, which they both fell in love with and bought.

It was love at first sight for me as well and I wanted one. Mum said I could have it but I thought we could share her. I insisted that I choose a name for her. The first name that popped in my head was Susie.

Later in the evening I decided to walk home from the city, which takes about an hour by bus. I expected it would take me about 2 hours. During my walk, I was inspired to walk down a particular road, which I thought was a shortcut, but it kept meandering and before I knew it I was well and truly lost. I thought it would be fun exploring that area of London, though it did look a bit seedy. I could always someone for directions if I got desperate.

Earlier, I had been thinking of a friend whom I associate with rainbows. I noticed a building called "Rainbow nursery." After exploring the area, I decided it was time to ask someone for directions. A cyclist appeared and parked his bicycle right where I was. I asked him how I could get back to the main road. He pointed me in the direction. A few minutes later, I came across another cyclist and asked him the way. At first he advised me to head right. After a few seconds he called me and asked me where exactly I was headed and I told him. He said I needed to head left. After walking for several minutes and still not finding the main road, I asked some guys who were hanging around to point me the way and they pointed in the general direction. I knew I would arrive at the main road sooner or later. I followed my nose until I arrived at a particular road. I could see the main road was right at the end.

I spotted a cat in front of one of the houses. Given how much I adore cats I just had to stroke it. It was a Ragdoll cat and the spitting image of my Susie. He let me stroke him for a few seconds then he tried to bite my wrist. That's gratitude for you! I wished my friend goodbye.

So that's why I went all around the houses so I could meet a real life Susie. My Ragdoll cat friend was my pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. As soon as I had the thought, a van drove by me with the company name: "Rainbow Drycleaners."

Pussycat, pussycat
I love you
Yes, I do!
You and your pussycat nose!
What's new pussycat? woah, woah
What's new pussycat? woah, woah What's New, Pussycat, lyrics

Enocia

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Dear God, What is Your Will For Me? - Revisited

2008-05-30T15:03:00.031+01:00

It's about time I paid homage to one of my favourite films - The Sound of Music, which I watched recently. The film is set in Austria just before the Second World War just before Austria is occupied by Nazi Germany.

Maria is a young nun trying to fit into a convent lifestyle. While her heart is in the right place, the lifestyle doesn't suit her temperament. Maria loves to sing, speaks her mind, finds it difficult to be on time, and can't sit still. She also loves going for long walks in the mountains where she can be free to sing to her heart's content. In one scene, the nuns are discussing Maria:

She climbs a tree and scrapes her knee
Her dress has got a tear
She waltzes on her way to Mass
And whistles on the stair
And underneath her wimple
She has curlers in her hair
I even heard her singing in the abbey

She's always late for chapel
But her penitence is real
She's always late for everything
Except for every meal
I hate to have to say it
But I very firmly feel
Maria's not an asset to the abbey

I'd like to say a word in her behalf
Maria makes me laugh

How do you solve a problem like Maria?
How do you catch a cloud and pin it down?
How do you find a word that means Maria?
A flibbertijibbet! A will-o'-the wisp! A clown!

Many a thing you know you'd like to tell her
Many a thing she ought to understand
But how do you make her stay
And listen to all you say
How do you keep a wave upon the sand

Oh, how do you solve a problem like Maria?
How do you hold a moonbeam in your hand? Maria, lyrics

The Mother Abbess has to make a decision about what to do with Maria. She tells Maria that she believes it's time for her to discover God's will for her life by going out into the world. Mother tells Maria she's got a job for her: a role as governess to a retired Naval widower, where she will be looking after his seven children. The Captain has had difficulty keeping governesses but Mother assures Maria that God will reveal what the difficulty is. Maria is reluctant to take on the role, as that would mean leaving the confines of the convent, but she has no other choice. On the way she questions whether she's able to rise to the challenge but then trust in her own confidence. She also believes "When the Lord closes a door, somewhere He opens a window."

At her new home, Maria is introduced to Captain Von Trapp who rules his home like a ship. He attracts his children's attention with his whistle. He shows Maria that each child has their own signature whistle which he expects her to learn. Maria tells him she has no intention of whistling nor is she going to answer to a whistle.

At first, the children try to get rid of Maria by putting a frog in her apron and leaving a pine cone on her chair, but their antics don't work on her. The children soon sense they can trust her. Even the eldest, Liesl, who believes she doesn't need a governess confides in Maria about her love life.

Captain Von Trapp then leaves to visit his girlfriend, the Baroness, in Vienna. Rumour has it that he's thinking of marrying her. While the Captain is away, Maria settles in and gets to know the children. Even though the Captain has ordered Maria to focus on discipline, she believes the children should have time to play. As they don't have suitable clothes to play in, she makes clothes out of the old curtains in her bedroom. She then shares her love of music with them and teaches them to sing.

When the Captain returns a few weeks later, accompanied by the Baroness and another friend, Max, he notices the children's transformation. He is appalled to hear that his children have been playing, climbing trees even, and even worst, dressed in curtains. Maria stands her ground and tells him the children have only been acting out with the other governesses because they wanted his attention. The Captain is not impressed and dismisses Maria. It is then he hears singing. When he goes indoors he finds his children are singing for the Baroness and Max. He's so moved by their song that he finds himself joining in. After they've finished singing he thanks Maria for bringing music back into the house. He tells her he had forgotten about music. He then asks Maria to stay.

To cut a long story short, Maria and the Captain fall in love and get married. Because of the Nazi occupation, the family have to leave Austria. Ironically, they end up escaping via the mountains that Maria loves so much.

What I get from the film, The Sound of Music, is that you can't force yourself to be what you're not. Maria had been trying so hard to fit into the convent because she believed that was God's will for her. God's real will for Maria's life was for her to simply be herself. As governess to the Von Trapp family, she finds joy in sharing who she is and she's loved for being herself.

When Maria falls in love with Captain Von Trapp, she loves him for who he is. Some people would have found the Captain patronising but Maria loved him anyway. She tells him that the first time she knew she loved him was when he blew his whistle. Later after they're married, when their friend Max asks Maria to persuade the Captain to compromise his values, Maria tells him: "Max, I can't ask him to be less than he is."

One can try so hard to fit in that you start to question who you are. Maybe, if I change he will love me. Maybe, if I change, our relationship will get better. Why not simply be yourself ? You end up attracting people and situations that are in perfect harmony with who you are being.

I was speaking to a friend the other day about his marriage. He said he's been married for 15 years. They don't have any kids; they've had two miscarriages. He said while they would love kids, they're not too fussed if they don't. He said the secret of his happy marriage is they accept each other as they are. Both are free to do their own thing and then spend time together when they choose. I really enjoy talking to him.

God's will for me is to be myself.

Enocia

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The Sound of Music - Transcript

Showing Mercy

2008-05-30T10:54:00.014+01:00

On my way home last night I stopped at the local supermarket to run some errands for my mother. As I walked in, I noticed a distressed customer who was surrounded by security guards and members of staff. From what I could make out, she had just been caught shop-lifting. Then two of the security guards frog-marched her somewhere. As I walked behind them, I heard the woman begging them to let her go. In thought, I embraced her and everyone in love and wished her well.

I heard a woman behind me speaking to a member of staff.

"Please don't send that woman to prison!" she said.

"This is not her first time," the shop assistant said, "she comes here every night."

As I shopped I thought of what it means to show mercy. What if I were in the position of the shop proprietors, how many times would I be prepared to let someone off for shop-lifting?

The human way is that you can only let someone off a few times. Some people even believe in "three strikes and you're out." I guess if someone keeps making the same "mistakes" and not showing any signs of changing, the shop staff have no choice but to take the necessary legal actions so it doesn't happen again.

I believe the question really is not "how many times I'm prepared to let someone off" but "what would Love do?"

I believe Love will always love the woman no matter how many times she's "offended."

I believe Love always sees the woman as she really is - Infinite Love. Because her identity is Love, her supply is inexhaustible, therefore, there is no need for her to shop-lift.

I believe Love sees all the members of staff as Infinite Love.

I then realised Love's omnipresence including the customers, the shop assistants and the goods on the shelves.

After I had finished shopping, I walked home safe in the truth that everything is working out for the best because Love is all there is.

I am Love.

Enocia

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Don't Worry, Bee Happy!

2008-05-29T13:38:00.004+01:00

I love this story about a man who photographed a bumblebee and the photo looks like the bee is smiling. It doesn't surprise me that the bee appears to be smiling because nectar is delicious. When I was a child, I used to decimate lots of flowers just so I could drink their nectar.

On the other hand, maybe the bumblebee was just posing for the camera. :-D

Here are the links: Smiling bumblebee caught on camera and Photographer Chris Cox captures bee with a smile on its face.

Don't worry, bee happy!

Enocia

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Just Because I've Made My Bed Doesn't Mean I Have to Lie in It

2008-05-29T11:28:00.023+01:00

"For the law was given by Moses, but grace and truth came by Jesus Christ." John 1: 17

Yesterday I read a report about the actress, Sharon Stone's comment about the recent Chinese earthquake.

"I'm not happy about the way the Chinese are treating the Tibetans, because I don't think anyone should be unkind to anyone else," Stone, a prominent supporter of the Dalai Lama and Tibetan rights, told Hong Kong's Cable Entertainment News Thursday at an event during the Cannes Film Festival.

"And then this earthquake and all this stuff happened, and then I thought, is that karma? When you're not nice, that the bad things happen to you?" Great Wall Between China and Sharon Stone

I can understand where Sharon is coming from. She is only expressing the dominant paradigm of sowing and reaping. Be careful what you say, think, believe or do or you might end up reaping the results. The problem with this paradigm is that it doesn't allow for Grace. I believe Grace doesn't care about beliefs or past actions; Grace is constantly pouring out HER unconditional love on everyone and making all things new. All I have to do is receive.

Later as I was waiting at the bus stop, I watched an elderly woman getting off the bus. As she stepped off she fell. A man behind her reached out to assist her. He grabbed one arm and I grabbed the other and we lifted her up. She thanked both of us and walked away.

Once again when I am focused on the paradigm of "sowing and reaping" I'm likely to beat myself up about my beliefs. It must have been my negative thinking that made me fall. I don't deserve to be helped. I've made my bed so I have to lie in it. That's not how Grace works. I believe Grace inspired the man and I to lift the woman up, pure and simple.

And another thing, the elderly lady is white and the man and I are black, demonstrating that Grace is "no respecter of persons."

Just because I've made my bed doesn't mean I have to lie in it.
I am so grateful for Grace in every moment.

Love to all.

Enocia

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Fact or Fiction?

2008-05-28T15:04:00.011+01:00

A few days ago I watched the music video Don't Speak by "No Doubt." I had been channel hopping the music channels when I came across it. While I do love the song and the video I was curious as to why that particular song had been brought to my attention at that moment. I find that sometimes song lyrics reflect how I'm feeling at the time; give me messages about what to expect in the near future; or gives me insights into what's up with someone I'm close to.

The start of the song goes:

You and me
We used to be together
Everyday together always
I really feel
That I'm losing my best friend
I can't believe
This could be the end
It looks as though you're letting go
And if it's real
Well I don't want to know

Don't speak
I know just what you're saying
So please stop explaining
Don't tell me cause it hurts
Don't speak
I know what you're thinking
I don't need your reasons
Don't tell me cause it hurts Don't Speak, lyrics

Well, I know the song doesn't relate to me because I know I'm not going through a break-up. Hmmm! I wonder what this means? I decided to let it go.

When I woke up this morning, I started humming the song "Celebration" by "Kool and the Gang," which I happen to love.

Yahoo! This is your celebration
Yahoo! This is your celebration

Celebrate good times, come on! (Let's celebrate)
Celebrate good times, come on! (Let's celebrate)

There's a party goin' on right here
A celebration to last throughout the years
So bring your good times, and your laughter too
We gonna celebrate your party with you Celebration, lyrics

Suddenly the "Don't Speak" song came back to mind.

Don't speak
I know just what you're saying
So please stop explaining
Don't tell me cause it hurts
Don't speak
I know what you're thinking
I don't need your reasons
Don't tell me cause it hurts

I didn't want to think about the lyrics and thought of the "Kool and the Gang" song instead but the "Don't Speak" lyrics kept popping up. I found myself singing:

Hush, hush darlin' Hush, hush
Don't tell me tell me cause it hurts
Hush, hush darlin' Hush, hush darlin'
Hush, hush don't tell me tell me cause it hurts

Later I got chatting to a friend on a forum who I like to have a banter with. We'd arranged to teleport to the top of the Great Pyramid for a breakfast date. I told him I arrived at the appointed time and place, waited and waited and he didn't show up so his breakfast was now in the dog. He said he hadn't been able to make our assignation because he had been distracted by a beautiful pilot female. I told him I was very upset with him for standing me up for another woman and my heart was broken. I decided I wasn't going to stay upset as there are plenty more fish in the sea. It was then I realised my post to my friend reflected the lyrics from the "No Doubt" song.

It's funny how the Universe created a scenario that mirrored the "No Doubt" song even though it was only make believe.

I can't wait to experience "Celebration" for real.

Enocia

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More about Intercession

2008-05-28T12:17:00.026+01:00

Years ago when I used to use a particular library, I noticed this young man who was always in there. He looked like what they call in the UK a care in the community type i.e. someone who has a mental illness but hasn't been sectioned off and is being cared for in the community. He was constantly moving his arms about in the air and speaking to someone beside him. Come to think of it, I have dialogues with my invisible friends, I am just very subtle about it; and I don't move my arms about in that fashion.

When my friend was focused on his "dream" he would walk right by me and not even know I was there. One day he actually noticed me and came over to chat me up. As I wasn't interested in him in that way I directed the conversation to other matters like life in general. He told me he was trying to study but he found it difficult to focus. We also chatted about our spiritual beliefs. He told me he was thinking of going to church. He said he could see I was a "Woman of God" and asked me to pray for him. I promised I would remember him in my prayers.

Another time I saw him, he was too busy waving his arms at his invisible friend(s) to pay me any attention. The Inner Voice said "Pray for him." I made a mental note to do so later and went about my affairs. On my way home I thought I would stop off at the local supermarket. Just as I was going in, I literally bumped into my friend. He was still waving his arms about. The Voice within said "Pray for him." As I walked round the supermarket, I prayed for my friend in thought. I didn't know what to ask for, all I could think of was "Help him, God."

At the time I couldn't understand why it was so important for me to pray for him. Surely we can all call upon God, or whatever Higher Power we believe in, and get our prayers answered. The Voice said that sometimes people need others to intercede on their behalf because they're not in a receptive state, which could be because of fear, doubt or whatever.

Interceding on someone's behalf is rather like when our neighbour downstairs has received packages for my mother when we've both been out. Majority of the time, my mother ensures she's home to receive whatever package she's expecting. It's only on rare occasions that our neighbour has received packages for her. That's only because the post man knows he can trust our neighbour, who is always more than willing to look after the package until my mother's return. There are some packages such as registered mails that my mother has to sign for personally otherwise it's returned to sender.

When I was asked to intercede on my friend's behalf, I was receiving his order for him which I could pass on when he was in the right state to receive it. The next time I saw him he seemed more peaceful. He even asked if I had been praying for him because he felt a lot better. He said he'd also found a church he was very happy with.

Over the years I've been inspired to intercede on others behalf in a general sense i.e. ask that they realise the truth of their being. Blessing is another way I intercede on people's behalf. All I have to do ask for someone, a place or thing to be blessed and believe that it is.

There are people such as nuns, monks and priests and various organisations who intercede daily on behalf of everyone on earth. From time to time, I put my name down on prayer lists.

I also believe that Spirit is constantly interceding on our behalf to wake up to the truth of our being.

Yesterday evening, about three years since I last saw my friend from the library, I bumped into him. It was one of those things when I was going home earlier than usual; I don't usually get off at that particular bus stop, etc. I noticed him walking towards him. He was waving one arm wildly in the air and so engrossed in his "dream" I had to shout to attract his attention. When he "woke up" he recognised me and reached over for a hug. I told him I've often wondered how he was. He said he was studying gardening and was thinking of going on another course. He was trying to have as many qualifications under his belt as he could. He said he remembered how I had written him a lovely prayer which he used for a while but he no longer has it. I then wished him well.

As I walked home I thought of my friend. While I remember praying for him, I had completely forgotten that I had written a prayer for him. How very odd! I shall continue to intercede on my friend's behalf.

Peace, love, light, happiness and prosperity to all.

Enocia

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The Truth about Whingeing

2008-05-28T10:42:00.007+01:00

During my bus journey I was sitting upstairs. I could hear a child whingeing downstairs. The child kept repeating "mummy" and crying. After this had been going on for quite some time I was curious to experience the truth of the situation.

The truth is that the woman the child is calling "mummy" is not its real mother. There is only one Mother/Father and it is Light/Love/God. Only that Light can give real comfort. As soon as I had the thought, the child stopped crying and I didn't hear another sound. While I have no idea when they eventually got off, all I can say is the rest of the journey was a very quiet one.

I am the creator of the universe.
I am the father and mother of the universe.
Everything came from me.
Everything shall return to me.
Mind, spirit and body are my temples,
for the self to realize in them
My supreme being and becoming. A Prayer for the New Age

Peace.

Enocia

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Illumination

2008-05-27T12:58:00.014+01:00

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. John 1: 1-5

I've read many examples of near death experiences. Those who have been pronounced "dead" have felt themselves leaving their bodies and being drawn into a tunnel and seeing a Light at the end of that tunnel. Depending on the individual's belief, some people either see the Light as some religious icon, teacher, saviour or angel; while others just see Light. Those who "return" to their bodies bring back knowledge from the Light on the other side; obviously those who end up staying in the Light are pronounced dead.

One thing that comes across is that once the individual has left this reality, the light is switched off. In other words, this reality no longer exists for that individual because his light is no longer present to illuminate this reality.

I know from my own personal experience that one doesn't need to have a near-death experience to have seen the Light. I have merged in with the Light many times during meditation and I'm still...huh... alive. This Light is millions of times brighter than the sun as we know it. While I am being the Light, I only know the Light and completely forget about this "physical" reality. It's only when I "return" that this reality has any meaning.

The first time I experienced the Light and came back, I went into deep depression because it felt like I was dead. I knew that my real life was the Light and I wanted to live in the Light forever. It was only much later that I realised that the Light is already here. I wouldn't be having this experience if there was no Light. My purpose is to illuminate this reality.

As I was lying in the living room reading, I noticed it was quite dark outside even though it was only mid-morning. I thought to myself, "The sun is not the source of light, I am." By this I mean, the Light that I AM is the Real Source and illuminates all that I am being. This Light has a sound which is immensely peaceful. I focused on the sound. I noticed the room was getting brighter and the sun, as we know it, came out and gave me more light.

Light illuminates.
Light animates.
Light energises.
Light is life.

I am the Light of the world.

Enocia

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Ambrosia

2008-05-27T12:14:00.006+01:00

After I had finished preparing myself a pasta dish with vegetables, I thought about all it took to prepare this perfect meal including the farmers, the vegetables, the supermarket staff, people who prepared the sauce, pasta, the herbs and spices, the cooking oil, energy providers, the cooker, pots and pans, etc. The list was endless. In the end I simply thanked and blessed everyone involved in preparing that meal.

I believe blessing a meal also dissolves programmes such as additives and preservatives and thought-forms and beliefs related to how the food got to the supermarket. As I see it, blessing is rather like a time machine which sends love to everyone involved in the food/drink production chain in all time.

Then my food or drink is Ambrosia fit only for the gods.

Enocia

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Celebration!

2008-05-27T11:27:00.006+01:00

There's a party goin' on right here
A celebration to last throughout the years
So bring your good times, and your laughter too
We gonna celebrate your party with you

Come on now

Celebration
Let's all celebrate and have a good time
Celebration
We gonna celebrate and have a good time Celebration, lyrics

A while back, our neighbour had a party. They had guests in their back garden and were playing loud music till very late. My mother was a bit miffed about this and thought they were being very inconsiderate. I wasn't bothered at all. The way I see it, our neighbours don't have that many parties, probably one a year, so why not let them have their fun? I did suggest to mum that she could use the opportunity to realise her nature as Peace, but she wasn't buying into that idea.

The other day I heard someone dropping something through the letter box. I didn't rush to pick it up as I presumed it was another brochure from the local restaurant promoting their fancy Pizzas or whatever. They never give up! On my way out I picked up the piece of paper. It was a neatly typed note from our neighbour notifying us that their daughter was turning 21 and they were having a birthday party to celebrate.

Wow, how considerate of them to let us know!

It was also perfect timing because my mother was away for a few days so she wasn't going to be disturbed by the noise. I marvelled at how perfectly the Universe had met everyone's needs.

I then went out to the shops. When I returned, I found a white balloon with the words "21st birthday celebration" on our doorstep. The wind must have blown it from our neighbours. I sent good wishes to the birthday girl, took the balloon indoors with me, and played with it for a while. I felt like I was a guest at their party. The party went on all day and nearly all night.

The next day I got rid of the balloon.

Who said you can't please everyone?

Enocia

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Overflow

2008-05-21T16:00:00.007+01:00

There's a wonderful gem of a book I've read and am now re-reading called The Prayer of Jabez by Bruce Wilkinson. Bruce found this simple prayer in the Book of Chronicles in the Bible which a man used to be blessed. Bruce has been using the same prayer for decades and have experienced limitless blessings, some of which he has shared in his book.

Here's the Jabez Prayer:

And Jabez called on the God of Israel saying: "Oh, that You would bless me indeed, and enlarge my territory, that Your hand would be with me, and that You would keep me from evil, that I may not cause pain!" So God granted him what he requested. (1 Chronicles 4: 10 New King James Version)

What I like about this prayer is that encourages one to pray to be blessed all the time. Why not pray to have your business expanded, more clients, more friendships, more joy, more money, more peace, more love, more ideas...more or whatever you believe makes life worth while. This means trusting in God.

I was thinking about this idea this morning on the bus. I thought that one way I can expand my "territory" is to share the overflow of Love wherever I am.

As I was pondering on these ideas, a woman sitting in front of me received a call on her mobile phone. She told the caller that she was in agony because of a wisdom tooth. She said she was on her way to catch a train so she could meet someone who wanted to interview her. After that, she was going to the dentist to have the wisdom tooth extracted. Later, she was rushing to rehearsals. It sounded to me like she was in some kind of play. I marvelled at how full her day was and wished I could help make her day better. I figured that since I have so much peace anyway, why not share my peace with her? In thought I blessed her with peace and wished for her day to flow perfectly

As I was getting off the bus I wished her well with her dental appointment. She said she was in a lot of pain and thanked me for my good wishes.

Infinite blessings to all.

Enocia

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Saying Yes to Love - Revisited

2008-05-21T14:45:00.000+01:00

In last night's episode of Sex and the City, Charlotte has to come to terms with what it means to convert to another religion.

When Charlotte first met her boyfriend, Harry, their relationship was just fun. Charlotte knew it would never become serious because Harry was Jewish and he intended to marry a Jew. When Charlotte falls in love with Harry, she decides to become a Jew and signs herself on an accelerated course in the Jewish faith.

Soon Charlotte starts having doubts about what she's about to give up. She asks her guide whether she can still keep her Christian traditions like Christmas celebrations. Her guide tells her that keeping Christmas is like someone who is a meat-eating vegetarian. If she's made the commitment to be Jewish then all her Christian traditions and values have to go.

Charlotte decides to have one last Christmas celebration in July, when she decorates her Christmas tree. As she is wistfully putting the decorations away, Harry tells her that if it makes her happy, she can still keep the Christmas tree after she's converted. It is then Charlotte realises that what she is giving up might be nothing compared to what she is getting from her new faith. Charlotte completes the course and becomes a fully-fledged Jew.

I can very much relate to Charlotte's dilemma. Years ago I reached a turning point when the Inner Voice gave me a kind of ultimatum. I was shown that I could choose to experience life as learning many lessons or I could simply focus on being my True Self which is about self-discovery and expressing my love in multifarious ways. This meant making the commitment to rely on my own guidance, express my own truth, and believing in my path regardless. I said YES to Self-discovery, Self-expression and sharing my joy. I've never regretted my decision.

I say YES to being Me forever more.

Enocia

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Back on Track

2008-05-21T14:08:00.003+01:00

At the bus stop I saw a man, presumably a tourist, looking at a map of the local area. He asked me to point out where we were on the map, which I did. He thanked me and then went on to discuss various travelling options with his friends.

Sometimes life can feel like I'm off the beaten track. All I have to do is ask for directions and I'm back on track.

Love and appreciation to my infinite guides.

Enocia

Related articles: More about Blessings; Lost and Found; On Being a Lighthouse; Maps

Where are All the Pigeons?

2008-05-21T13:14:00.005+01:00

Yesterday evening as I was travelling home on the bus, I thought to myself that I hadn't noticed any pigeons lately. Where are all the pigeons?

The pigeons heard me alright because suddenly I started noticing them doing somersaults over houses, some sitting on roofs and a few came out just to make themselves seen.

By the end of that bus journey, I counted 35 pigeons.

That's what I love about the Universe, just put out the intention and the answers come flying back at me.

Thanks for playing, friends.

Enocia

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More about Blessings

2008-05-20T15:38:00.012+01:00

Ever so often, I put my name and names of loved ones on prayer lists to receive blessings. Why do you think I experience a life of constant magic and wonder?

After I had put the names down on the lists, I noticed my time on the computer was running out. I asked the librarian for my time to be extended. She said she couldn't extend my time because someone else had booked to use the computer I was on. She couldn't transfer me to another computer either as all the computers were occupied. Hmmm, there's something very fishy going on here! There has to be a very good reason why there are no computers available right at this moment.

Instead of waiting till another computer was available, I decided to go to another library only a few minutes away. I was also dying to have a pee, but I figured I would wait till I got to the other library and use their toilet facilities.

On my way to the next library, I noticed a car surrounded by a crowd of paparazzi. I asked someone what was going on and he said the Dalai Lama was in the car. Just at the moment, the Dalai Lama got out of the car and waved to everyone. We all waved back. Then he entered the back of the car and they drove away.

Well, I did ask to receive blessings and I received from the Dalai Lama. How cool is that?

Love and light.

Enocia

Related articles: Everything Always Works Out for the Best; Infinite Blessings; Calling in the Professionals; Ask and You Will Receive; Saying Yes to Love; As High as a Kite

My Kind of Bus Driver

2008-05-20T12:19:00.007+01:00

While I was waiting to cross at the traffic light, I could see my next bus approaching on the other side of the road. The traffic light seemed to take forever to change. When it did, I saw the bus I wanted was at a traffic light. If only the light would change to Red and keep the bus there. Shucks, the traffic light has changed to Green, which means the bus is going to shoot off. The amazing thing was even though the light was on Green, the driver stayed put and let us cross over, which gave passengers who wanted to get on that bus, ample time to make a dash for the bus stop.

When I got on board, I noticed the driver was singing to himself. Wow, a happy driver! My kind of bus driver.

During the journey when the bus got crowded, the driver advised passengers standing downstairs that there were seats upstairs.

"You can get a good view at the top and it's for free," he said, which made some of us giggle.

The driver continued to encourage passengers to move down the bus so he could get more passengers in.

As I was getting off, I said to the driver, "You were right, I did get a good view from the top."

The driver laughed and wished me a good day.

Thank you, bus driver, for making the journey so relaxing and fun.

Enocia

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Short and Sweet

2008-05-20T11:30:00.005+01:00

When I was a child growing up in Sierra Leone, every morning at Assembly we would recite the following 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!
Amen

Some of us had fun with the prayer. In the third line we would shout "Thank you for the bastard sins" and giggle. At least that's how that line sounded to me when I learned it from other pupils.

I asked my mother last night if she used to recite this prayer as a child and she said she did.

"We used to say Thank you for the bastard sins," she said.

"You did?" I chuckled. "How funny!"

As they say, the sins of the father will be visited on the children. Hahaha!

Picture this. God is listening to people's daily prayers. He hears 200 children thanking Him in unison for the world.

"Awww, how sweet!" God says.

When the children come to the "bastard sins" bit God and His angels exchange astonished looks then burst out laughing.

Just as well the God I believe in has a sense of humour.

But seriously....the reason why I love this prayer is because it's short and sweet and covers everything. I still say this prayer of gratitude.

Thank you God for everything.

Enocia

Related article: What am I Grateful for Today?

Beauty From the Inside Out

2008-05-19T12:53:00.026+01:00

So I noticed that my cover cream, which I use as a foundation and to cover up flaws, was running low. Time to put out the intent to manifest more. Then I had another idea from the Beauty expert within. The Inner Voice said that instead of looking outside so I can use something to cover up flaws, why not simply let the Infinite Beauty that I AM express without?

Now I have to say that has been a very sensitive subject. I have had this birthmark on one cheek for as long as I can remember. Although I've been self-conscious about the birthmark my past boyfriends, who have seen it, have thought I was making a big fuss over nothing. One even showed me a birthmark he had on his leg as if it was the same thing. Bless his heart, he was only trying to make me feel better about myself.

Since my late teens, I've been on a quest to get rid of the mark. At first, I tried skin-lightening products but they left my skin all patchy looking, so I stopped using them. I considered laser treatment but the consultant didn't recommend it for black skin as he believed I would lose the pigment on that area of my face.

Then I discovered the miracle of cover cream, which one can use as a foundation and camouflage. The cover is so brilliant that it will still stay put while you're swimming, if I was into swimming. I used the same brand for years until last year when I discovered the shop I used to buy it from no longer stocked it. After a moment of panic, I was guided to another shop which had a different version which I bought. Turns out it was the last one they had in stock that match my skin tone. They told me they were no longer going to stock it. I figured I would find another stockist when it ran out.

Now the Inner Voice was saying to trust in the Beauty and Perfection within me to be expressed without as flawless skin. Actually, I have been letting the Beauty express through my skin. That's why I don't use any fancy products on my skin. I wash my face with the same soap I use to have a shower. I use baby cream to moisturise my body and my face. Although, I've noticed that my complexion has got clearer and clearer, I've been still using the cover cream to conceal lines under my eyes, to cover the birthmark, and as a foundation.

Was I ready to take things to another level and not wear foundation? The last time I went out without foundation was probably when I was 17 before I started wearing makeup. That's a long time ago.

I decided I would take it in steps. I would still use the cover cream I have left on my cheek, but not wear any foundation on the rest of my face. I used a bit of talcum powder to remove any shine. Then I asked my mother if my skin looked strange without foundation. She thought I was wearing foundation. She believes I have beautiful skin anyway.

After the first time without foundation, I noticed my skin was looking more and more radiant. Even the birthmark didn't look so bad. It looked like it was getting lighter.

I still wear black eyeliner and lipstick to give my face some colour. I don't wear mascara. While I can do without foundation and lipstick, I will continue to wear eyeliner.

The wonderful thing about not wearing foundation is that it takes me even less time to get ready.

I am Beauty and Beauty is Light.

Every moment of every day, Beauty is being expressed as more and more beautiful and soft skin.

Every moment of every day, Beauty is being expressed as more and more radiant and flawless complexion.

Enocia

Related articles: Light of My Life; Downward or Upward Spiral?; What is Abundance?; Beauty Secrets; Being Full of Self

Follow Your Nose!

2008-05-19T12:09:00.012+01:00

While I was in town, I had the urge to use the toilet. I thought I could wait till I got home but my tummy had other ideas. I dived into the nearest department store to use their toilet facilities. After checking the store guide I saw the nearest Ladies was on the first floor.

At the first floor I couldn't see any signs leading to the toilet. All I saw was just a maze of concessions. I decided to let the toilet show me where it was. I felt a force guiding my legs around the maze until I spotted the Ladies. For once, there was no queue. When I came out of the toilet, I noticed a long queue of women outside. Boy, was I glad I arrived just in time!

I follow my nose at all times.

Enocia

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Nothing Can Separate Me from Love - 2

2008-05-19T10:04:00.012+01:00

So I decided to take the scenic route home which meant travelling on a bus route I don't usually use. During the bus journey I noticed a Lebanese restaurant that I've never noticed before. It made me think of my mother's friend who passed away recently. She was half-Lebanese. As soon as I had the thought, I felt her presence as love and happiness. Later, I noticed a road called Angel Road, which I haven't noticed before either.

When I got home I asked my mother how her day had been. She said after church she paid a visit to her friend's husband (the one who passed away). When mum attended the funeral she was disappointed not to have her own programme of the ceremony, as they had run out by the time she arrived. She was hoping to get a photocopy of a friend's. Her friend's husband has printed out some new programmes, which mum went to pick up.

I told mum about the Lebanese restaurant and how I'd felt her friend's presence.

Mum was very happy to have her own programme which has photographs of her friend when she was a lot younger; she was gorgeous. There was also a moving tribute by her husband. He ended the tribute by wishing for the angels to carry his wife home.

I believe that separation is an illusion. The moment I have a thought of someone I love, I can feel their presence.

Nothing can separate me from Love.

Enocia

Related articles: Nothing Can Separate Me from Love; Everything Always Works Out for the Best; Oneness; The Visitor

Hilarious! - 2

2008-05-17T14:49:00.004+01:00

I find the following hilarious.

Enocia

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A lesson in Posting

How many group posters does it take to change a light bulb?

1 to change the light bulb and to post that the light bulb has been changed

14 to share similar experiences of changing light bulbs and how the light bulb could have been changed differently

7 to caution about the dangers of changing light bulbs

27 to point out spelling/grammar errors in posts about changing light bulbs

53 to flame the spell checkers

41 to correct spelling/grammar flames

6 to argue over whether it's "lightbulb" or "light bulb" ...

another 6 to condemn those 6 as anal-retentive

2 industry professionals to inform the group that the proper term is "lamp"

15 know-it-alls who claim *they* were in the industry, and that "light bulb" is perfectly correct

156 to email the participant's ISPs complaining that they are in violation of their "acceptable use policy"

109 to post that this group is not about light bulbs and to please take this discussion to a lightbulb group

203 to demand that cross posting to hardware forum, off-topic forum, and lightbulb group about changing light bulbs be stopped

111 to defend the posting to this group saying that we all use light bulbs and therefore the posts *are* relevant to this group

306 to debate which method of changing light bulbs is superior, where to buy the best light bulbs, what brand of light bulbs work best for this technique and what brands are faulty

27 to post URL's where one can see examples of different light bulbs

14 to post that the URL's were posted incorrectly and then post the corrected URL's

3 to post about links they found from the URL's that are relevant to this group which makes light bulbs relevant to this group

33 to link all posts to date, quote them in their entirety including all headers and signatures, and add "Me too"

12 to post to the group that they will no longer post because they cannot handle the light bulb controversy

19 to quote the "Me too's" to say "Me three"

4 to suggest that posters request the light bulb FAQ

44 to ask what is a "FAQ"

4 to say "didn't we go through this already a short time ago?"

143 to say "do a Google search on light bulbs before posting questions about light bulbs"

1 forum lurker to respond to the original post 6 months from now and start it all over again....

Source

Light of My Life

2008-05-17T14:05:00.008+01:00

I've heard people use the expression "light of my life" many times. I have even done the same.

I've been thinking about the literal meaning of "Light of my Life."

Light is literally what my life is. Therefore, since Light is eternal/unborn and undying then that is the truth of my being.

The life in my body is Light.
The life in my thoughts is Light.
The life in my feelings is Light.
The life in my experiences is Light
My life is Light.

I love you, Light of my life.

Enocia

Related articles: Downward or Upward Spiral?; My Beloved; Translation; Lighten Up!

Purple Rhinoceros

2008-05-17T13:42:00.001+01:00

In my sleeping dream last night I saw the most amazing animal that appeared as the size and height of an average dog but its face was slightly different. It looked like a baby rhinoceros with a tiny horn on its forehead. The most remarkable thing about the rhino was it's colour - light purple. For me, the animal represented perfection and beauty.

Just as it was about to walk past me I called him over.

"You are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," I said to it as I stroked its body. It understood me perfectly and sat beside me. I felt such overwhelming love in its presence that I was really disappointed when I woke out of that dream.

Funnily enough when I went to the local shop this morning, the first person I saw was this man who was walking with his partner and dog. The colour of his jacket colour looked like my rhino friend. I told him about my dream.

Whoever you are, whatever you represent, please come again.

Enocia

God is in the Details

2008-05-16T11:32:00.025+01:00

The other day, my mother told me the that while she was on the bus she was mulling over the name "Stella Artois", which is a kind of beer. She couldn't remember whether "Artois" was spelled with or without the letter "r". The next day when she was in town she came across this great billboard sign with the words "Stella Artois."

"I thanked God for giving me the answer," she said.

"That's really good, mum. Answers are everywhere, you just have to notice."

"I'm beginning to see that now."

I believe my mother's experience demonstrates that God is in the details. Well, it makes perfect sense actually as the Light of God is omnipresent. Since God is in all, then God is interested in all aspects of life including my mother's question about how "Artois" is spelled. That, for me, is what the spiritual path is about - experiencing God in all aspects of life.

When I left home yesterday, my mother asked me to buy some milk on my way home. I made a mental note to do so.

During the day, I wrote an article about on a dialogue I had with the Inner Voice where I was shown a pillar of light that is eternal life (see Downward or Upward Spiral?). I then noticed a friend's avatar looked very similar to the pillar of light I had seen in thought. I thanked her for the image. I teased her by saying: "See, you do have your uses after all."

Later I headed off to my favourite bookshop to relax. I picked up a free newspaper and flicked through it. Most of it is usually about what celebrities get up to. Now and again I come across real gems. Two days ago, I noticed a picture of a lion that someone had taken at London Zoo. Given how much I adore lions, it was most definitely a keeper. After flicking through the newspaper and not finding anything that caught my attention, I dumped it beside me and picked up a book to browse. As my heart wasn't in it, I closed my eyes to meditate.

That's one thing I like about this particular bookshop, you can relax and even fall asleep and no one bats an eyelid. One of the assistants has told me that they would rather have sleeping customers than no customers at all.

I felt myself getting more and more relaxed until I fell asleep. When I woke up, I couldn't remember who I was or where I was, I only knew that I AM dribbling. To paraphrase the French philosopher, René Descartes, I dribble therefore I AM. Hehehe! I noticed the guy who had been sitting next to me had long gone. Soon another man joined me on the sofa. I returned to my meditation, albeit in a sleep-like state. After a while, I heard a woman's voice. I was curious so I opened my eyes. I reckon she was his wife/partner and he'd been waiting for her. She asked him if he was ready to leave and he said yes. He said he needed to pick up a bottle of milk.

"I also have to buy some milk on my way home," I said, "so thanks for the reminder."

"Really? It's good to see I have my uses," he chuckled.

I believe everyone has their uses and his use was reminding me to pick up a bottle of milk. What use did this newspaper have, I wondered? It was then I noticed the advert at the back of the newspaper whose caption read: "Guess who only uses fresh milk in their chocolate?"

Alright, alright, I get it! I must pick up a bottle of semi-skimmed milk on my way home.

If I hadn't remembered, would God appear as a cow to remind me? Reminds me of when we used to wake up to cows grazing in our front garden. I was in my early twenties and shared a house with four others, mostly girls. It was quite strange seeing them in our front garden. It wasn't as if we lived in the countryside; we were about a mile away from the local forests. Why those cows felt the need to walk along a busy road, turn into our side street, and graze in ours and our neighbours' front garden was a real mystery to me. Come to think of it, I believe the cows were doing us a favour. None of us were into gardening. Our landlord used to complain that we weren't taking care of the garden. I cared more about my nails. He used to come round to cut the grass. At least the cows were coming round to do the job on his behalf.

Back to my story.

When I left the bookshop I stopped off at the local supermarket but they didn't have the size I wanted. In my mind's eye, I saw myself stopping off at another supermarket which is halfway on my journey home. I don't like using that supermarket because it's always crowded. When I got off the bus to change to my next bus, I followed my intuition anyway and went to the supermarket. Even though I'd never bought milk from that supermarket, I instinctively knew where to find it. I picked up the bottle and headed to the checkout and saw that checkout no. 8 was available. I have a thing about the number 8, which I believe is a magic number. Hmmm, this is definitely a fix!

Naturally, as the bottle was quite heavy I asked God to carry it and it felt as light as a feather.

My motto in life is to let go and let God do everything. It's about time someone gave the Almighty and All Powerful One in all something to do.

Enocia

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Downward or Upward Spiral?

2008-05-15T14:59:00.011+01:00

A few years ago I used to see this elderly Oriental gentleman who used to walk with a Zimmer Frame. Each time I saw him I would wave hello and he would smile and wave back. I noticed that he got slower and slower until one day I saw that he'd replaced his Zimmer with a Scooter designed for the disabled.

I haven't seen him for over a year as I tend to get the bus rather than walk. I've often wondered how he is. Over the last week, when I've been doing a lot of walking, I've seen him a few times; I even saw him yesterday. He seems very happy and relaxed.

On the one hand, I am really happy for him that he no longer has to use the Zimmer. It's a joy to see him scooting on the pavement. On the other hand, I can't help but wonder whether he's accepted being in a wheelchair as his lot in life.

Is the downward spiral of old age and decay everyone's destiny?

Surely, there has to be another way? I believe there is - the upward spiral.

With the upward spiral you are feeling better and better every day; and looking more and more radiant every moment.

During a conversation I was having with the Inner Voice, I was shown a pillar of light that was flowing with liquid light. The flow is never ending. The Voice said that this is eternal life that contains all the good I'll ever need. All I have to do is visualise this pillar of light flowing through me and as me.

As the Light I get to experience life as the upward spiral where I am feeling better and better every moment.

Life is an upward spiral of ever new joy forever more.

Enocia

Related articles: Living Under Grace - Revisited; The Lost Art of Bone Idleness; Ghost Haunters; Sayonara!; Forever Young; The Two Paths

How Funny!

2008-05-15T12:46:00.005+01:00

Continuing the saga of my mother's potted plant whom I named Agnes.

In yesterday's The London Paper newspaper I picked up on the bus, I noticed an interview with the fashion designer, Tommy Hilfiger. The caption read that Hilfiger will be discussing the "power of Agyness."

When I first saw the supermodel, Agyness, being interviewed on Fashion TV, I thought she was stunning. I decided to name my mother's plant after her, though they have different spellings of their names.

In the interview, Hilfiger was asked who his muses were and he named Agynnes whom he regards as the new Twiggy (supermodel of the 1960s).

It's funny how the day before I'd written about Agnes in the article: The Power of Love.

All my love to Agyness and Agnes.

Enocia

Related article: The Power of Love; Live Long and Prosper!

Why I Believe in Belief

2008-05-14T16:39:00.017+01:00

1. The mental action, condition, or habit, of trusting to or confiding in a person or thing; trust, dependence, reliance, confidence, faith. Const. in (to, of obs.) a person.

b. absol. Trust in God; the Christian virtue of faith. arch. or Obs. Definition of belief from the Oxford English Dictionary

A while back, I saw this man who was the spitting image of my beloved uncle (my mother's older brother). I told the man this.

"Where does your uncle live?" he said.

"Oh, he passed away three years ago."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"Don't be sorry," I said. "I believe he's always with me anyway."

"Are you a Christian?" he said.

"No, why do you ask?"

"Because of the way you used the word 'believe' which made me think you were."

"No, I'm not a Christian, nor do I follow any religion. I simply believe in God." I said.

I've been watching the reality TV show, I'd Do Anything where Andrew Lloyd Webber, composer of many musicals, is looking for a Nancy and Oliver for the new musical "Oliver." Each week the girls have to perform in front of a live audience who vote for their favourites. Andrew Lloyd Webber then gets the casting vote about which one to eliminate. (The search for the young "orphaned urchin", Oliver, happens off camera, apparently because the participants are too young to be under intense media scrutiny).

There have been times when the judges have commented that they haven't believed in someone's performance. I have been able to relate to the judges' comments. It's no use singing the lyrics, the singer needs to bring the words to life. That's what makes the audience believe in the character. In fact, that's what acting is all about; it's the actor's responsibility to bring the character to life, make him or her believable. To achieve this, the actor has to believe in his character and project that belief to the audience. Otherwise, the audience can see right through you, at least I can anyway.

I have studied truth principles and even had a clear understanding of it but then when it comes to demonstrating a principle in every day life nothing has happened. Why is that? Because the conscious mind that believes in appearances or has been conditioned in a certain way has not been convinced. In other words, "the spirit is willing but the flesh is weak." I remember the first time when I used truth principle for healing. The Inner Voice told me I was already perfect and all I had to do was be perfection which will be translated as healing, but a part of me wouldn't accept this truth. I was too accustomed to doing something to get better. I felt like I was two people: there was the part of me that was in bliss; and the other part that was resisting. After about three days I finally surrendered and was healed. (See Resist Not Evil)

With the benefit of hindsight, I could have reduced the time by believing I am whole. I see "belief" as the power that brings ideas into form.

In the Bible, while Jesus teaches the truth he focuses on belief. If you believe in him then the truth of what he represents will set you free. If you believe in him, you are healed. He even talks about believing in what you say:

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

In the Bible there is a story about some exorcists who have seen Paul, the Apostle, casting out evil spirits in the name of Jesus and they try to do the same.

13: Then certain of the vagabond Jews, exorcists, took upon them to call over them which had evil spirits the name of the Lord Jesus, saying, We adjure you by Jesus whom Paul preacheth.
14: And there were seven sons of one Sceva, a Jew, and chief of the priests, which did so.
15: And the evil spirit answered and said, Jesus I know, and Paul I know; but who are ye?
16: And the man in whom the evil spirit was leaped on them, and overcame them, and prevailed against them, so that they fled out of that house naked and wounded. Acts 19

I believe the reason why the exorcists weren't able to cast out the evil spirit was because they didn't believe or have the same conviction as Jesus or Paul. It's as if the "evil spirit" was saying; "if you don't believe in what you're saying, how do you expect me to listen to you?"

Back to my friend who looked like my uncle, he was so intrigued by my conviction that we even ended up sharing experiences from our different world views. Another friend who I met recently described me as having passion. He said while he couldn't quite accept where I was coming from, he could feel the power within me when I share my experiences with him.

I have another friend I see from time to time who is a Christian. Even though I don't share some of his beliefs, I admire his conviction. His words have such power. He's shared many experiences when he's only had to say the Word and his words have come to life in mind-boggling ways.

While truth is very important, I believe belief takes it one step further. Belief moves truth from simply intellectual knowing or understanding to the embodiment of that truth.

That's why I will always believe in belief.

Enocia

Related articles: Living Under Grace - Revisited; Belief versus Knowing; Conviction; The Temple of God; Healing with the I AM; Resist Not Evil

Living Under Grace - Revisited

2008-05-14T13:14:00.012+01:00

1: Ho, every one that thirsteth, come ye to the waters, and he that hath no money; come ye, buy, and eat; yea, come, buy wine and milk without money and without price.

2: Wherefore do ye spend money for that which is not bread? and your labour for that which satisfieth not? hearken diligently unto me, and eat ye that which is good, and let your soul delight itself in fatness. Isaiah 55

During my walk this morning I practised Japa meditation, where I chanted Psalms 23 and 91 which, I believe, are excellent reminders of the power of Love to heal, comfort, deliver, support, supply and protect.

Then I thought to myself: surely if Love is all there is, why do I need to pray to be protected or healed?

The Inner Voice said these Psalms represent the eternal promises of God's gift of Infinite Love to meet all human needs, which have been freely given. All I have to do is receive. This is what it means to live under Grace. However, there are opposing thought forms that resist the idea of having everything for free. These thought-forms would have you believe that we have to earn a living and work hard for pittance; "money doesn't grown on trees" it has to be earned. You can't expect to be healed without taking pills! If you want to be happy or be in joy you have to do something first. Many who claim to be on a "spiritual path" are still not open to instant manifestations and precipitations.

As I continued to listen to the Inner Voice, I noticed a shop called "Graceby." That's a strange name for a shop, I thought. Why have you brought it to my attention? When I looked again at the name I saw it was composed of two words "by Grace." How cool is that?

While it is not my responsibility to force people to accept the paradigm of freely receiving, I can use these Psalms, which I believe in, to dissipate opposing thought forms/beliefs in Mind.

I find Japa meditation very powerful because the words I'm chanting come to life and do exactly as intended.

I believe in the gifts of Divine Love, which have been freely given.
I receive them NOW.

Enocia

Related articles: Mind Control; Nothing Can Separate Me from Love; Going Green; The Temple of God; Receive What You Have Been Given; Living Under Grace; The Two Paths; The Power of Prayer; God Can Afford Everything; Staying True to Self; Japa; Money, Transaction and Free Market; Are the Best Things in Life Free?; Resist Not Evil

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1: The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want.
2: He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.
3: He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.
4: Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
5: Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.
6: Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the LORD for ever. Psalm 23

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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

The Power of Love

2008-05-13T15:43:00.008+01:00

Two days ago I eavesdropped my mother talking to her potted vegetable plant, whom I named Agnes. Since my mother pruned her leaves again about a week ago, Agnes' new leaves have been tiny. I heard mum saying to Agnes: "I want you to grow big and strong leaves."

Later when my mother wasn't around, I went to say hello to Agnes. I told her how much I loved her.

The next day I went to speak to Agnes and was blown away by the size of her leaves; they were about twice the size they were the day before. I asked my mother if she'd noticed the size of Agnes' leaves and she said she had.

Love multiplies and Love magnifies.

Enocia

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The Love Paradox

2008-05-13T13:34:00.010+01:00

Life is a paradox.

On the one hand, there are things and experiences I prefer. On the other hand, I am very much aware that my Universal Self that is Love is into everything.

Yesterday as I was walking through our neighbourhood I saw this woman I've seen at the local shop. I didn't realise she lived in that house. She was telling off her dog for coming outside. She told him to get back indoors but he was having none of it. The dog trotted towards me and I stroked him.

"Some people are scared of him. He likes you," the woman said.

"He's lovely! " I said.

"I can see you like dogs," she said.

I nodded.

If the truth be told, I prefer cats (though I couldn't eat a whole one); but Love has no preferences.

Infinite Love loves ALL.

Enocia

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You Had Me at "Hello"

2008-05-13T12:53:00.010+01:00

When I woke up this morning I got thinking about the Infinite Power of Love that is constantly flowing within and without which needs to be unleashed/activated to do its work.

As I walked to the bus stop I said hello to this woman I came across and she smiled back at me. When I arrived at the bus stop, I said hello to a woman who was waiting there. She didn't seem very happy. She told me she'd just missed three buses in a row and was running late. I said I was sure one would arrive shortly.

After a few minutes she asked me where I was going and I said a few stops so I could catch the bus into town. She said she was about to be picked up and she was going to ask the driver to give me a lift. I believe the driver was her partner. I was so chuffed and grateful.

My friends dropped me off near the bus stop where my next bus was already waiting.

The infinite power of Love is everywhere present; one simple way, I find, to unleash ITS awesome Power is saying Hello.

Enocia

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The Loves of My Life

2008-05-13T11:17:00.015+01:00

Yesterday I heard in the news that the film, Sex and the City, based on the TV series, was having its world premiere in London. Apparently, American fans have been upset about this decision as it's set in New York anyway. Naturally it makes sense to have the world premiere in New York.

This is what Sarah Jessica Parker, one of its stars, has to say in defence of that decision:

"This is where New Line Cinema decided to do it, so we started here. We are thrilled to be in London and we will be thrilled to take it to America." Sex and the City : Sarah Jessica Parker defends London premiere

I believe the REAL reason why they premiered the film in London was because of Me. I am their no. 1 fan! Believe me, I've watched all the series many times. Sometimes I watch an episode and then watch it again when they repeat it an hour later. I just love Sex and the City! A while back I met a woman on the bus who told me she had connections with the writer of "Sex and the City"- see Reach Out and Touch. So it makes perfect sense that London would host the film premiere because I love it that much.

For anyone not familiar with the show, it follows the lives of four friends who live in Manhattan. I can very much relate to the girls because there was a time when I used to meet up with my girlfriends and discuss our relationships. I love the characters, the relationships, the story lines, the clothes, the sex scenes, and the humour.

So Sex and the City is one of the great loves of my life. Here are a few others.

I love the sci-fi series, StarTrek, which I can watch over and over again. I love the characters and great story lines.

London is another great love. I just love how vibrant it is. I love how multicultural it is. I love the people. I love that I can choose to be anonymous if I want to or not. I love the buses. No matter where I live in the future, London will always have a place in my heart.

Writing is another great love of mine. I see stories everywhere. I am constantly inspired. I can't imagine life without writing.

I love the Internet and television. Life without either of them wouldn't be worth living, as far as I'm concerned.

The greatest love of my life has to be me. I am the love of my life. I am always there for myself and supporting myself regardless. I love all that I am. I'm reminded of an episode in Sex and the City when Charlotte decides to give up her job at the art gallery in favour of having a baby and redecorating their apartment. After she announces her decision to her friends, Charlotte feels Miranda is not so supportive of her idea. The next day she phones Miranda and tells her that she needs her to get behind her decision. Miranda tells Charlotte "You get behind your decision!" Charlotte sticks to her guns and quits her job.

I really liked that idea of getting behind your decision. If I wait for people to approve of what I'm doing, I'll be waiting a very long time. As long as I'm behind my decisions 100%, that's all that matters.

Finally, here's a strange twist. The actress, Sarah Jessica Parker, who stars in Sex and the City is married to the actor, Matthew Broderick. Broderick starred in the film Ferris Beuller's Day Off, which has to be one of my favourite films of all time. Why? Because I believe in the Ferris Beuller motto:

"Life moves pretty fast… If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it." (See Dare to Be Love?)

All my love to the many loves of my life.

Enocia

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On Being Polite

2008-05-12T15:43:00.009+01:00

After I had been walking for hours exploring a canal path, I came across an area called Regent's Canal. Hmmm, I wonder if this leads to Regent's Park.

I walked over to a cyclist who was with his kids and asked him if Regents Park was close by.

"Well, actually this canal can take you back to Regent's Park."

"Really? How far is it then?"

"About 14 miles in the opposite direction," he said. "You need to walk past Victoria Park and keep walking."

"But I've just come from that direction," I said. "Where am I exactly?"

"You are in Limehouse," he said. "See those buildings over there? That's Wapping."

"Oh I see. I was just thrown when I saw the name Regent's Canal. Thanks anyway."

I was very impressed that my friend had given me the information with a straight face. I don't think I would have been so polite. I probably would have said: "You're heading in the wrong direction, you moron!" OK, I wouldn't have been so rude but I wouldn't have been able to suppress a giggle though. I bet he and his kids had a good laugh as soon as I walked away.

I did find my way back in the end, by bus.

Enocia

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Life is a Walk in the Park

2008-05-12T14:17:00.014+01:00

"There is no such thing as society: there are individual men and women, and there are families." Margaret Thatcher

As I was walking round a park I'd never been to before, I observed the different ways of being. Some people were playing on the grass; some were sunbathing; some were making barbecues; some were resting in the shade; some were walking; some were taking their dogs round the park; some were cycling; some were jogging; etc. I walked round the entire park then I found a perfect seat in the shade to rest and people watch.

Since we are all so different it makes me laugh when people are expected to act in similar ways like we are clones. Speaking of which, can someone please tell me who the "black community" is supposed to be? I hear politicians and journalists harping on about this. I seriously do not have a clue what it means.

Now I believe there is only ONE experiencing life. However, the ONE is also expressed as individuals which are completely unique. This means that although we all appear as humans, we are all individuals. This way each infinite being gets to have their own unique take of the world. That is what I was experiencing in the park, the ONE Love and Happiness being expressed in disparate ways.

That's what I admired about the UK's former prime minister, Margaret Thatcher; she saw each of us as individuals with different expectations. Why should a certain group impose their way on everyone when everyone has different interests and motivations.

In fact the Universe is constantly giving everyone experiences that match their feelings, beliefs and expectations anyway.

So while I believe in happiness and freedom for everyone, how people express that happiness is up to them. That, for me, is freedom.

Life is a walk in the park. Whatever you're into, enjoy.

Enocia

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The Lost Art of Bone Idleness

2008-05-12T13:05:00.010+01:00

The other day, my mother asked me to pick up some grocery at the supermarket. I could have caught the bus but I couldn't be bothered to cross over the road. I decided to walk the mile or so journey home. As I see every experience as a spiritual practice, I asked the Universe to carry the shopping.

The Inner Voice said: "You are not carrying anything."

The Inner Voice told me to let go of the idea of carrying and just simply let the bag be carried by the Infinite Self. At first I could still feel the load. As I continued having an inner dialogue with the Voice, the bag got lighter and lighter until it felt like I was carrying no-thing.

Letting the Infinite Self carry the burden is the "Lost Art of Bone Idleness." This way I get to experience life without burning any energy. The moment I start feeling like I'm doing something, I feel nauseous.

Cultivating the "Lost Art of Bone Idleness" is a matter of training my body to act in a different way. It's rather like learning to touch type. At first I was really slow and very conscious of where my fingers were. Eventually, I learned to trust in my fingers; I can now type extremely fast without having a conscious awareness of how I'm typing.

The Inner Voice tells me that in the not too distant future I will be involved in a project that will need a lot of energy and focus. That's why the practise of letting the Infinite Self carry the burden is very important.

So yesterday I had an idea to explore a canal which I've noticed before. Before I went out, I hoovered the flat. Naturally, I did it without doing anything. Then I caught the bus to link with the canal and then embarked on my walk. I walked for miles and miles in the heat and felt nothing. I simply enjoyed exploring the canal. I even stopped off at a park I'd never been to before.

On the way back I caught two buses and on my final leg I decide to walk home, which takes about 45 minutes. Again I felt nothing.

I am so glad I've discovered the "Lost Art of Bone Idleness."

Enocia

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Is Parenthood a Calling?

2008-05-12T10:25:00.018+01:00

Over the last week I've been reading with interest about the Austrian man who had held his daughter captive for 24 years in his cellar and had seven kids with her. In another newspaper article I read, the man said when he first locked his daughter up, he was doing it for her own good as she was hanging out with the wrong crowd. Then as they had sex and had kids, he was happy to have two families. It got me wondering - what had compelled the man to procreate with his daughter? Was it a deep calling he had to have kids?

I once asked my mother why she had kids and she didn't know. It was just something people did; you get married and you have children. Some people might argue that my mother was honouring her pre-birth pact to be my mother. In other words, she had been chosen by God to be my mother. Yeah right! Did God choose me to be born into a family where I would experience sexual abuse? Perhaps God wanted me to have the experience so it would make me a stronger person. I think not! I believe if God chose me to be born into this family it was to experience only unconditional love, which I believe applies to all families. Unfortunately, people love their kids in the only way they know how.

I believe to avoid the same old pattern of abuse, it will be very useful if people took time out to get to know who they are before becoming parents. Then you don't get sucked into procreating because: you don't know any better; you believe your kids will bring you closer to your partner; you have kids so they will look after you in old age; you believe your kids will carry on your genes; or that your children will teach you how to focus on living in the moment.

When I decided to break the cycle of birth/death, the desire to rush to have kids left me. There was no longer any biological clock ticking. I could now simply focus on being my True Self who is here to love and express Her joy and freedom. I believe there is no other reason for incarnating. I could now see that everyone is doing the best they can based on their beliefs. Therefore, instead of holding grudges, I learned to love myself the way I wanted to be loved. In other words, I learned how to be a parent to myself. I realised that I didn't have to wait to have kids so I could know what it means to focus on the present and be in joy, I can be in joy anyway because Joy is my nature.

If I do have a change of heart and have children in the future it will be because I want to experience the joy of loving another unconditionally as I love myself.

A few months back, a dear friend who had her son two years ago when she was 35 had this to say:

I am delighted that he is such a happy and thriving little boy with a great sense of humour already, very caring and sharing and a little star. He has taught me so much and I am always amazed at how I actually love him more each day even though it doesn’t seem possible!

As his personality has emerged I feel like I am really meeting him. Quite exciting to allow him to emerge without any expectations. I can understand how some parents are so desperate to guide and mold their children in order to feel less lacking themselves. However, as I am very happy with who I am it means I can give P the space he needs to grow with all the love and support there too.

Very chuffed indeed!

My response was:

Wow I'm so happy for you, S. You're both blessed to have each other.

Richard Bandler once said "It's never too late to have a happy childhood." He's so right. Could you be my mummy now? :-)

The love you feel for P each day reminds me of a Jackie Wilson song that's been going round and round in my head today.

The greater your love
The stronger you hold me baby
The stronger you hold
The more I need you
With every passing day
I love you more in every way
I’m in love to stay
And I wanna say....

I get the....
Sweetest feeling
Baby the sweetest
Honey the sweetest
Loving you Lyrics

Love and blessings to everyone whether they choose to be parents or not.

Enocia

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Mind Control

2008-05-10T14:35:00.014+01:00

Last night I watched Derren Brown's Trick or Treat on television.

"Derren Brown is a psychological illusionist with an audacious confidence and rare intuition that enable him to predict, suggest and control human behaviour."

Yesterday's programme focused on the power of negative suggestion. Derren interviews a circus performer who has a world record at skipping on a high wire. He tells Derren that he's never fallen. Derren gives him a negative suggestion i.e. he should try not to fall and the circus performer ends up falling.

In another example, Derren shows a young woman a kitten in a metal box and tells her the box is wired to the mains. He tells the woman not to press the button or it will electrocute the kitten. If she succeeds on not killing the kitten, she will be given a certain amount of money. The woman tries hard not to press the button and ends up pressing it anyway. Fortunately, the box wasn't connected to the mains otherwise that kitten would have used up its nine lives.

Derren was working on the premise that "what you resist persists." In other words, if you focus on what you don't want you end up getting it anyway because that is your focus.

The mass media use mind control all the time. For instance, they get their viewers to focus on situations they are afraid of, which ends up creating more of the same. Obviously someone benefits from this mind control.

Advertisers get their viewers to focus on conditions and illnesses and then give them the cure or solution. If they really wanted people to be in perfect health they would simply focus on happiness and love and peace. The only time advertisers focus on happiness is when they try to convince their consumers that a product or experience will lead to happiness.

Politicians use negative programming to get the voters to focus on worst case scenarios and then try to convince the electorate that their party or government is the right choice.

I've observed so much mind control in the pronoun "we" or "you." There are these world teachers who speak with such authority and claim to be God's messengers speaking on behalf of the collective "us". WE all experience this, right? YOU know where I'm coming from. WE can all empathise, right?

Well, I beg to differ. Since God/Love/Light is in all then every single person, every life form, is God's messenger. I certainly don't need a mediator to speak on my behalf when I am connected to Source.

The way I avoid doing something I don't want is I focus only on what I do want.

The way I avoid mind control by the media, teachers and politicians is I seek the truth myself.

What I am sharing in my writings are my own personal experiences and realisations of the Source. I don’t' claim to speak on everyone's behalf nor am I anyone's teacher. I am simply sharing my model which readers can take or leave.

Thanks, Derren Brown, for demonstrating mind control so elegantly. Can't wait to see what other tricks or treats you have in store.

Enocia

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The Power of Peace

2008-05-10T12:58:00.006+01:00

Many years ago when I used to go to doctors, I had to have a smear test done once a year. I didn't enjoy was internal examination as I found I got all tensed up. The doctor used to tell me to relax.

How do you expect me to relax when you're shoving some foreign instrument up me?

Last night I woke up with a cramp on one foot. I blessed the foot with peace and kept thinking "peace, peace, peace." My whole body was transformed into peace which made my foot relax and the pain was dissolved.

It now makes sense what those doctors were on about; pain and peace can't exist in the same space.

Peace be with you all!

Enocia

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Harmony

2008-05-10T11:07:00.021+01:00

Yesterday evening, as I was strolling along the banks of the River Thames, the Inner Voice spoke to me about what it means to be in perfect harmony. He said that when I am in tune with my true self everything comes into perfect alignment. In other words, people and experiences who resonate with me at my core level are drawn to me and those who are not are removed from my experience because that's the Law: Opposites do not attract. The Voice said that if I find I have to work hard at a relationship, it's a sure sign that I'm not in alignment with my true self. When I am in alignment I am in perfect harmony with others whether we have different interests/beliefs or not.

I decided to rest on the first bench I came across. My attention was drawn to two birds flying over the Thames. I marvelled at how they moved in perfect synchrony even when they were apart. Then both landed on the river. I wondered what bird species they were. I had a thought that they were seagulls. That can't be right; surely seagulls only hang out around beaches. I thought about a friend who loves seagulls. He would know if they were seagulls.

If only I could see the birds close up. In thought I asked them to come closer and rest on the ledge so I can see them. One bird flew close and did a swoop over my head. It was close but not close enough.

OK, birds, I'm not moving from this spot until one of you lands on this ledge. I mean it!

Another bird flew above my head but didn't land.

Why can't you birds be like pigeons? At least pigeons are not scared to be close to humans. In fact pigeons in London think they are humans.

I continued to enjoy the birds play and watch people walk by. A man speaking on his mobile decided to sit beside me. Of all the benches along the bank of this river, he has to come and sit next to me with his mobile phone. There has to be a good reason for this.

My companion was speaking about a work presentation he'd attended. He mentioned a colleague's name who was very good at presenting. The colleague's name was the same as my friend who loves seagulls. This same friend happens to do lots of presentations as part of his job. Aha, that's why he's sitting next to me! Maybe he can tell me what birds those are. I waited till he'd finished his conversation.

"Excuse me," I said. "You see those birds over the river?"

"Yes?"

"What species are they?"

"I'm the wrong person to ask, I'm afraid," he said. "I could never be a bird watcher because I don't know much about birds."

"Same here. My knowledge of birds is only limited to pigeons, ducks and swans."

"The way I see it," my friend said, "if the wings are moving, they are birds; if the wings are not moving, it's an aeroplane."

"That's a good one," I giggled. "How can you tell if it's a helicopter?"

"If the wings are rotating, it's a helicopter."

Both of us laughed. I liked his sense of humour.

After a few moments of staring at the river, my friend said, "They are probably seagulls, you know."

"I was thinking the same earlier but then I wondered if seagulls fly around the Thames."

"See, one has just caught a fish," he pointed.

I could see the bird was about to fly with something in its beak.

After a while I said goodbye to my friend and resumed my stroll along the river. A few minutes later, I came across this elderly gentleman. I decided he looked knowledgeable so I asked him what species the birds were.

"They are gulls," he said.

"I thought that earlier but I thought they usually hang out round the sea."

"They do but nowadays they come inland looking for food."

I shared what my other friend had told me earlier about how he distinguishes between a bird and an aeroplane and he thought it was funny. I then thanked my friend and walked on.

It's funny how everything was in perfect alignment. I got thinking about a friend who loves seagulls and attracted a friend who mentioned the same friend's name, though he was just as clueless when it comes to identifying bird species. He did make me laugh though. I also got my question answered even though I'd been given the correct answer all along.

I am Harmony.

Enocia

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It's a Sign!

2008-05-09T13:49:00.006+01:00

Sometimes answers come in a form of a sign. The trick is to know what these signs are.

At the supermarket I noticed there were only a few tills open. I didn't fancy queuing up. As I walked down the aisle to check which till had the fewest customers I noticed a man who looked at me and then looked away. I took this as a sign so I walked towards him. I saw he was the only customer at the till. As intended, I didn't have to queue up.

Thank you Universe for showing me the sign.

Enocia

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Admiration

2008-05-09T13:01:00.004+01:00

Three days ago, as I was getting off the bus I noticed a woman walking by with a lovely top. As she had on her headphones, I tapped her on the shoulder and I told her how much I loved her top and that it suited her complexion. She smiled and thanked me for my compliments.

Yesterday, as I was waiting at the bus stop I noticed the woman beside me had a beautiful top which I admired. The woman tapped me on the shoulder and said hello. It was then I realised she was the woman from yesterday whose top I had admired.

"You've got another lovely top on today," I said.

"Thank you," she smiled.

"I bet you're only standing here so I can admire your top," I teased her.

This morning I noticed the same woman on my bus with another lovely top on.

It seems to me that the Universe loves being admired. The more I admire Her the more opportunities I receive to admire.

Enocia

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Nothing Can Separate Me from Love

2008-05-09T10:40:00.014+01:00

So yesterday morning the song, Paint it Black by The Rolling Stones came to mind. I happen to LOVE that song. I also think Mick Jagger is so sexy in the video. I hummed it over and over again.

When I returned home in the evening I noticed my mother was watching the normal terrestrial channels on the television. She said the Satellite was playing up and not receiving any signals. I asked her if she'd switched it off from the mains but she said no. After we tried that the pictures came on and then started playing up again. Every time the pictures went awry, my mother got frustrated. She believed the box was faulty and needed replacing. I didn't share my mother's belief; I simply remained in silence and channelled energy to the signal box.

At the time I wasn't too fussed what was on telly as the programmes I watch are usually shown late at night anyway.

After a while, my mother said she was going to bed.

I noticed the Satellite was now receiving perfect pictures. I switched the channel to watch "Star Trek Voyager" but it wasn't on. Instead they were showing a film called The Devil's Advocate which I watched a while back. As I didn't fancy watching it again I switched the channel over to watch the American comedy, "Sex and the City", which I've seen a zillion times already. During the commercial break, I switched over to the film. It was about to finish. As the credits rolled guess what song came on? "Paint it Black" by The Rolling Stones. I sang along with Mick.

Nothing...including satellite signalling problems...can separate me from what I love.

Enocia

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Ghost Haunters

2008-05-08T14:18:00.020+01:00

Sometimes, the memory of an event can feel as real as hitting one's head against a brick wall.

Before I left home this morning, I asked my mother if she was going out. She said she wasn't sure as she was still hurting from all the walking she did yesterday. I thought to myself that what she was feeling was only a memory that had no bearing on the present moment.

I have observed that life seems to be a battle between two paradigms. On the one hand, there is the Eternal Now paradigm where all experiences are new and have no bearing on the previous or next moment. On the other hand, there is the cause/effect paradigm that tells us that one event affects the next moment. In other words, the present is a result of what has happened in the past, or what one is imagining in the future. You eat something and a few hours or whenever, your past comes out to haunt you in the form of a pee, number twos or fatty tissues.

I believe it is memory that make people get sick, grow old and die. Even when people have been healed, the memory of old age can still linger like a bad smell. For instance, I've heard about people who have had remarkable healings on religious crusades. Someone who was in a wheelchair is able to walk and is now leaping, dancing and praising God for his miracle. One thing I've often wondered about is how come God can heal you of your disability and not rejuvenate you. The answer is simple - because the memory of old age has not been released; it is still clinging on for dear life at the cellular level.

My mother went on to a Christian healing course recently. She said people were healed after the pastor had prayed for them. However, they were reminded to be wary of the memories of the illness which can come back to haunt you. Everyone who has been healed is given a booklet with affirmations to help them keep their healing.

A while back my eyelids were swollen in reaction to the eyeliner I was using. The next time I used the eyeliner I blessed it with love and I didn't have any reaction. When my eyelids healed up I could still feel a tingling sensation. Then I saw that though I had new cells, the memory of the irritation was still present. That was when I reminded myself that love is all there is and love doesn't hurt.

It seems to me that the way to win the battle of the paradigms is to be willing to release all memories whether they are good, bad or indifferent. As someone who collects and records memories in writing, this is a bit of a tall order. I like to think that I collect memories of expressions of love not just any old rubbish.

I believe infinite love is all there is whether it is this moment, the next moment or the "future." I then trust in Love to unfold in its own perfect way.

Love is all there is.

Enocia

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My Area of Expertise

2008-05-07T15:13:00.009+01:00

I can't say I'm a fan of any household chores; I try to avoid them whenever I can. When my mother complained about the kitchen it was time to do a bit of spring-cleaning.

I started off by sweeping the kitchen. Within a few minutes I was feeling sick to the stomach with exhaustion. Then I thought to myself: Why am I doing this anyway? This is not my area of expertise! It's time to do what I do best. So I relaxed and went into a mental state where when I move I feel as light as a feather. This means while I was moving the mop, I was exerting no force at all but simply allowing the intention to mop do the mopping. Cleaning the flat was a breeze.

From now on I'm going to stick to what I'm good at. I'm a lot more productive when I'm not doing anything.

Enocia

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Why the Universe Always Says Yes

2008-05-07T14:00:00.011+01:00

While my friend and I were waiting for our bus to arrive, I noticed there were lots of teenagers about.

"Are the kids on holidays again?" I said.

"I don't know. Maybe they are college kids," she said.

"They look like school kids to me," I said. "Maybe, they've got the day off."

When our bus arrived and we got on, we noticed the kids getting on the same bus.

"Where are these kids going?" my friend said. "Kids of today are always in your face. In our day it wasn’t like that; we were seen and not heard."

"Yes, I was brought up that way, " I chuckled. "I thought it was a bit extreme though. These kids are not going to tolerate that mentality, they know their rights."

"If kids had their way they would want the right to have fun all the time." my friend said. "There's got to be a middle way."

"I don't see anything wrong with having fun all the time," I chuckled.

"You can't have fun all the time. 'All play and no work makes Jack a dull boy'."

"Yeah but work can be a lot of fun," I said.

"I suppose you can make work fun."

My friend insisted that kids nowadays had too much fun and have things their own way.

"I believe it is important to let people have whatever they want including if they want to have fun all the time. This way they get to see if that is really what they do want," I said. "Remember the story of the Prodigal Son? When the son asked to take his inheritance and spend it how he liked, his father didn't refuse. He let him go out into the world and discover life the hard way. When he had spent all he had and no one cared, he returned home with his tail between his legs."

"I see what you mean."

I related a story I'd read somewhere about someone who wanted his children to get to bed early so they could be fresh for school but they wouldn't listen. He decided to let them do what they wanted. The kids decided to stay home for a few days. Then one day they got up early and were all dressed for school because they didn't want to miss school. After that the kids went to bed on time and never missed school.

My friend said she could relate to that story. She said that when her kids were young and they were naughty she reached a crisis point. One day when they refused to help in the house she told them to get out of her kitchen and go out and play. While they were out playing and having fun, she prepared their meal. After a few hours they were bored and wanted to speak to her but she refused to let them in. After she'd finished preparing their dinner, she called them in to eat. They expected to be told off but she didn't say anything. She said her kids looked very uncomfortable. After that episode, she never had to ask them to help with the chores again, they were willing to help. My friend said she learned that lesson from her own mother who had done the same to her when she was being naughty.

I believe the Universe is like a Parent who knows what is for my highest good but will give me what I want anyway until I finally come to realise whether what I seek is truly what I need.

That's why, I believe, the Universe always says Yes.

Enocia

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Everything Always Works Out for the Best

2008-05-07T10:08:00.011+01:00

My mother's friend passed away recently. When she found out when the funeral was, she wondered how she was going to get to the church and the cemetery.

As I was walking home a few nights ago, a car pulled up beside me and a passenger asked me if I knew where a particular road was. I knew the road was in our neighbourhood but I couldn't remember where exactly. So I apologised and told the man I didn't know where it was. When I arrived home, I asked my mother if she knew where the road was. She said she'd seen it but couldn't remember where.

A few days later, when my mother went to her deceased friend's home, she got chatting to a woman she'd never met before. It turns out the woman lives in the same road the man in the car had asked me about the other day. The woman said her daughter has taken time off work to give her a lift to the funeral (which is today) and she's offered to pick my mother up on the way. So my mother's needs have been met perfectly.

The way my mother's needs was met reminds me of a wedding I was invited to years ago in Edinburgh in Scotland. The only person I knew at the wedding was my friend who was getting married. The wedding ceremony was going to take place at a registry office followed by the wedding breakfast at another venue. In the evening, there was going to be a party at my friend's parent's house. I had no idea how I was going to get to my friend's parent's house.

When I arrived at the registry office it was pretty empty, so I sat in the second row. After a while some of my friend's relatives turned up and I was asked to move as the row I was sitting in was reserved for relatives. I moved to the back. At the time I was feeling like Billy no mates and wishing I knew other people at the wedding. Soon a couple turned up and sat beside me. I said hello and told them I was a friend of the bride. I told them I had come from London and I had no idea how I was going to get to my friend's parents' place later. The couple told me they would give me a lift as they lived next door to my friend's parents. My wish had come true; I now had new friends to hang out with.

After the ceremony, we went by coach to the hotel where the wedding breakfast was being held. When I checked the sitting plan I discovered I was sitting next to the couple. My friend told me later that she had put us on the same table because she thought I would get on with them. We got on so well that they even invited me to their house later where we had some drinks before joining the party next door.

A few months later, I was invited to another friend's wedding in Brighton, This time the ceremony, wedding breakfast and the party were going to be held in the same hotel. All I had to do was show up at the hotel. Again, the only person I knew was the friend getting married. In the room where the ceremony was going to take place, I chose a seat at random. Soon a woman came and sat next to me and we got chatting. After the ceremony my new friend and I went to another room to have drinks before the wedding breakfast. My friend recognised a man and a woman (who were brother and sister) and invited them to join us. I enjoyed chatting with them and even flirted with the young man. Soon it was time to go into the reception. After checking the sitting plan, I was delighted to discover that I would be sitting next to my three new friends. When I spoke to my friend about the synchronicity, she said she'd arranged for us to sit together because she knew we would get on. We certainly did have a lot of fun together.

Everything always works out for the best. All I have to do is put out the intention and trust in the Universe to sort out the details.

Enocia

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Song of the Day - 7

2008-05-06T14:52:00.002+01:00

This song is dedicated to a dear friend.

Be happy!

Enocia

Happiness - Ken Dodd

Happiness, happiness, the greatest gift that I posses
I thank the Lord I've been blessed
With more than my share of happiness

To me this old world is a wonderful place
And I'm just about the luckiest human in the whole human race
I've got no silver and I've got no gold
Just a whole lot of happiness in my soul

Happiness, happiness, the greatest gift that I posses
I thank the Lord I've been blessed
With more than my share of happiness

Happiness to me is an ocean tide
Or a sunset fading on a mountain side
Or maybe a big old heaven full of stars up above
When I'm in the arms of the one I love

Happiness is a field of grain
Lifting its face to the falling rain
I can see it in the sunshine, I breathe it in the rain
Happiness everywhere

Happiness, happiness, the greatest gift that I posses
I thank the Lord I've been blessed
With more than my share of happiness

A wise old man told me one time
That happiness is nothing but a frame of mind
I hope when you go to measuring my success
That you don't count my money count my happiness

Happiness, happiness, the greatest gift that I posses
I thank the Lord I've been blessed
With more than my share of happiness

Happiness, happiness, the greatest gift that I posses
I thank the Lord I've been blessed
With more than my share of happiness

Ken Dodd (1964) Lyrics

Surprise!

2008-05-06T12:03:00.011+01:00

A while back I met a friend at a bookshop who I enjoyed chatting to. After our initial meeting, he said he was going away for a few weeks but wanted to meet up for a drink when he got back. When he returned and asked to meet up, I didn't feel like meeting at the time. I told my friend that if our paths crossed in the future, he could take me for coffee. After that he went away again and I didn't hear from him.

A few days ago I was back at the same bookshop. I'm not usually in there at that time of day but as my day had not gone according to plan I decided to spend time at the bookshop instead. Who should turn up but my friend! He said he's been away for a few months. It was fun to catch up with him and hear about his latest climbing adventures.

He asked if I fancied going for coffee. I suggested we go to the coffee place in the basement but my friend had his mind set on a shop outside. When we arrived, the coffee bar was overcrowded so we returned to the coffee bar in the bookshop which was a lot quieter. While we queued up for a drink I teased my friend that I had known the coffee bar downstairs would be suitable because that's where I had imagined us. My friend called me a Goddess.

Before I caught my bus home my friend asked me to go for a stroll with him. As it was quite busy in that area of London I didn't fancy being caught up in the crowd. My friend assured me he knew how to avoid the masses. That's exactly what happened, he took me through an area of Soho I never knew existed including Golden Square, which had beautiful flowers.

As we walked I said, "Thank you, Robin (aka "the boy wonder") for introducing me to this area of London."

Obviously I consider myself to be Batman.

I then caught my first bus home. When I got off that bus, I noticed there was a bus right in front. Usually, I have a choice between three buses which travel on different routes, but I decided to catch the one in front anyway. When I got off that bus I saw that my next bus was just leaving the bus stop. I had a feeling I had missed that bus for a very reason. When the next bus arrived I noticed a little girl had a T-shirt with the Batman logo. Aha, that's why my journey was delayed!

I just love how the Universe arranges unexpected treats. Who needs to worry about making plans when I can let Infinite Love arrange the perfect meeting when it's right for all parties concerned.

Thank you for a lovely afternoon!

Enocia

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What am I Grateful for Today?

2008-05-03T11:15:00.004+01:00

I am grateful for this beautiful day.
I am grateful for being in radiant health.
I am grateful for my family and friends.
I am grateful for the United Kingdom.
I am grateful for all the wonderful people to share life with.
I am grateful for all the animals and birds.
I am grateful to Mother Nature.
I am grateful for this wonderful planet.
I am grateful for the Universe.
I am grateful I am loved.
I am grateful I am able to love.
I am grateful for infinite love.
I am grateful for being the wonder called life.

I am so grateful that every moment is filled with infinite love and light.

Enocia

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More About Thoughts are Things

2008-05-02T11:25:00.009+01:00

Two days ago, I went to a friend's for lunch. Later, she gave me a tour of the resident's private garden in the Square. While we were exploring the gardens, I asked my friend if there were any celebrities living in the area. She said JK Rawlings (author of the Harry Potter books) had one of the flats overlooking the Square.

I've just received a Spam, which came straight into my Inbox. The sender is "JK" and the topic is: "Stone/Wrought iron home/garden manufacturing."

I believe all experiences are thoughts in Mind. Put another way, the thought of the thing is the thing itself. Therefore, Spams either reflect thoughts/emails I have on the computer or thoughts I am thinking of.

It now makes sense how I've been able to phone a friend by thought. I wanted to speak to him and it ended up happening for real even though I didn't physically make the call. The intention to phone happened of itself. I even had a record of the call on the mobile.

I once had a thought about changing the profile picture on my blog and the next day it was changed. Again, the thought/intention had come to life. Reminds me of a passage in the Bible:

10: For as the rain cometh down, and the snow from heaven, and returneth not thither, but watereth the earth, and maketh it bring forth and bud, that it may give seed to the sower, and bread to the eater:
11: So shall my word be that goeth forth out of my mouth: it shall not return unto me void, but it shall accomplish that which I please, and it shall prosper in the thing whereto I sent it. Isaiah 55

The thought is the thing itself.

Enocia

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Love Wins, Hands Down!

2008-05-01T13:18:00.010+01:00

I was chatting to a friend earlier about why it's important for me to focus on Love.

I said when I'm in joy or thinking of things I love, I am automatically linked in with all the joy and happiness in the entire universe. It's rather like doing a search on the Internet. For instance, when I typed the word "Love" on Google, it came up with 1.8 billion results. Therefore, when I'm feeling happiness I can't help but attract experiences of happiness.

On the other hand, when I'm feeling sorry for myself, I end up attracting all the feelings of sadness in the universe. I've just Googled "sadness" and it came up with 22.7 million hits.

My friend believes one's state of mind attracts the equivalent principalities and powers, which some refer to as astral entities. She cited the following passage in the Bible:

"12": For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places.

"13": Wherefore take unto you the whole armour of God, that ye may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand.

"14": Stand therefore, having your loins girt about with truth, and having on the breastplate of righteousness;

"15": And your feet shod with the preparation of the gospel of peace;

"16": Above all, taking the shield of faith, wherewith ye shall be able to quench all the fiery darts of the wicked.

"17": And take the helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God:

"18": Praying always with all prayer and supplication in the Spirit, and watching thereunto with all perseverance and supplication for all saints. Ephesians 6

I believe people who are considered to be "evil" have simply attracted like-minded thought forms/principalities which influence the individual's behaviour.

I told my friend that I find blessing instantly transmutes the atmosphere of a place. People or thought forms who can't deal with that frequency find they have to leave.

I believe the same applies to relationships. People are attracted or repelled at the frequency level, which is eventually made manifest as union or separation.

Love wins, hands down!

Enocia

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Out to Lunch

2008-05-01T10:51:00.006+01:00

Last year during a trip to Brighton to see a musical that another friend had invited me to, I met someone very special. The moment I spoke to her we clicked. We had such a lovely time chatting and sharing experiences. Since then we haven't met in person though we've exchanged emails. Yesterday I spent the afternoon with my friend at her house.

After a delicious lunch of salmon and salad and a yummy sponge cake, which my friend had prepared, she gave me a tour of her house. She said the house was a gift from her father to her and her husband when they first got married and she's been living in it for over 60 years. Her children have now grown up and she's now got grandchildren and great-grandchildren; and her husband has long since passed on. Although my friend lives in the house alone most of the time, her children visit from time to time.

The house is huge and has four levels. My friend said having so many levels in the house is good for her so she can walk up and down the steps. She even cleans the house herself.

She was hoping to give me a tour round the private garden in the Square opposite her house, which only residents living in the Square have access to, but it was raining at the time. As we sat chatting in one of the living rooms, I noticed the sun coming out. We thanked God for the beautiful sunshine. My friend used that opportunity to show me round the garden in the Square, which was beautiful and well looked after. As soon as we finished the tour and returned to her house, it started raining again.

Later, my friend asked me what my favourite hymns were which she played for me on her grand piano.

It was such fun being with my friend.

I am so grateful to my friend for inviting me to lunch; and so grateful to Love for introducing us in the first place.

Enocia

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Mistaken Identity

2008-05-01T10:14:00.007+01:00

During a discussion with a friend this morning on the bus, she told me that she believes that when she gives out love, Love comes back magnified in different forms.

She said yesterday evening when it was raining, she waited for an hour for a bus that didn't arrive. She decided to walk home in the rain. She wasn't a happy bunny. On her way, she saw this woman approaching her with a huge smile. My friend couldn't help but grin back at her. When the woman got closer, she realised she'd mistaken my friend for someone she knew and apologised. My friend said the woman's smile had uplifted her and kept her going throughout the evening.

It would seem that Love came back to my friend to cheer her up just when she needed it the most.

Enocia

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Bloody Immigrants!

2008-05-01T09:56:00.006+01:00

On the bus this morning, which was pretty crowded, I heard a passenger complaining to another passenger.

"Don't push!" she said. "People come to this country and they push."

I've heard people complaining about immigrants stealing their jobs, but pushing is a new one on me.

Priceless!

Enocia

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Lost and Found

2008-04-30T10:27:00.012+01:00

On the bus I was chatting to a friend about life in general and why so many people look so miserable. My friend said we live in a realm where we are surrounded by death. She said there are a lot of people who look very much alive, yet there is no life in them. This means there are different kinds of death: physical, emotional and spiritual. She said people who are "dead” are lost and lack purpose. She cited King Saul in the Bible who had been anointed by God to lead his people but then when he disobeyed God and his Spirit left him, even though he was still "alive" he was dead. His death left him without purpose and he eventually went to a medium to seek guidance, who ended up predicting his physical demise.

My friend said that once the Spirit has left you with that vacuum, it will get filled up as "nature abhors a vacuum." Therefore, if you are not filled with Love (or your True Self) you are going to fill it up with other spirits who are not necessarily interested in your highest good.

I'm reminded of the following passage in the Bible:

43: When the unclean spirit is gone out of a man, he walketh through dry places, seeking rest, and findeth none.
44: Then he saith, I will return into my house from whence I came out; and when he is come, he findeth it empty, swept, and garnished.
45: Then goeth he, and taketh with himself seven other spirits more wicked than himself, and they enter in and dwell there: and the last state of that man is worse than the first. Even so shall it be also unto this wicked generation. Matthew 12

I could relate to what my friend was saying because there was a time in my life experience when I was a walking dead. There was this huge vacuum in my life and I lacked purpose. I sought guidance through many psychics and mediums and got more and more lost because they were simply reflecting my feeling of hopelessness back to me. While I was feeling a lack of direction, I knew there was more to life than existing. One day a friend recommended an aura reader who is able to give guidance by reading someone's aura. At the time a lot of what she said didn't make sense. For instance, she saw me as a talented writer who was going to write inspirational stuff. I wasn't even interested in those kinds of writings let alone thinking of writing them. She even saw me going to university, which wasn't part of my plan at the time. To cut a long story short, I ended up getting on my "path" and did go to university; and the subject I studied did help me to deconstruct my identity and set me free to be who I am. In other words, I had come back to life.

Back to our bus journey, as I was listening to my friend, a man got on the bus. As his bus pass wasn't working, the driver told him he couldn't get on board. The man told the driver he's been using his pass for six months and it's always worked. The driver didn't believe the man had any credit on his card and asked him to leave. The man said he wasn't getting off and if the driver wanted him off he was going to have to call the police. My friend and I stared at each other in amazement! I wondered what kind of spirit was in his vacuum! In thought I said "God bless you!" to the man.

Suddenly, another passenger sitting in front of us got up and waved his crutch at the passenger. He told him that if he didn't get off he was going to physically remove him from the bus. The man got scared and ran out. Before he left he said, "God bless you too!"

"Yeah, God bless you," the passenger with the crutch said. "Now be off with you before I throw you out!"

It was quite comical really how things had turned out. We couldn't help but laugh.

My friend had to get off at the next stop so we didn't continue the conversation.

I believe that Love is always present whether I'm aware of HER or not. I have the choice, however, whether to listen to the Voice of Love or not. When I'm not listening to Love I feel lost; I'm like a dead man walking. When I surrender to Love, Love fills up the vacuum and gives my life meaning and purpose.

I live in the consciousness of Love forever.

Enocia

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Thoughts are Things - Revisited

2008-04-29T15:21:00.007+01:00

On my way home yesterday evening I started thinking about how the thought of a thing is the thing itself; I just have to believe it is. It reminded me of a website a friend sent me a while back where people share that belief but I couldn't remember what it was. I thought I'd look it up on the Internet at some point.

Well a friend has just sent me a message at Powerful Intentions where she attached a link which just happens to be the same Thought Become Things website my other friend had shared.

It just proves that my thought of the website is the thing itself, which manifested as my friend posting the link to the website.

The thought of the thing is the thing itself.

Enocia

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How Sweet!

2008-04-29T12:47:00.006+01:00

On the bus this morning I heard two passengers having a conversation. One guy, who is from Australia, is travelling to Brazil at the end of the week to stay for a month. The other guy beside him is from Brazil but has been living in the UK for twelve years.

It turned out they didn't know each other but they got chatting because they had something in common. The Aussie told the Brazilian what places he planned to visit and the Brazilian gave him feedback and suggestions.

I thought it was so lovely to see how the magic of synchronicity works for everyone.

Magic is everywhere.

Enocia

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My Personal Shopper

2008-04-29T10:41:00.008+01:00

My mother asked me to buy some rice at the local shop.

On my way to the shop, I had a thought that they didn't have the big packet my mother usually buys. Since mum had run out of rice I thought I would get the small packet which should keep her going till the shopkeeper gets more rice in stock.

When I arrived at the shop I saw that I had been quite correct: the shop had run out of the bigger size packet of rice and I got the smaller one.

It's so wonderful to have my very own "personal shopper" who goes before me and checks what is in stock and feeds it back to me. It makes shopping so much easier.

Enocia

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Theme Songs

2008-04-28T14:12:00.007+01:00

In the American comedy drama Ally McBeal, Ally's therapists recommends that she finds herself a theme song which will help her feel better about herself. John, Ally's colleague, who recommended her to the therapist, also has his own theme song: "You're My First, the Last, My Everything" by the American singer, Barry White, which he hears in his head.

I definitely believe in theme songs.

Sweet Freedom by Michael McDonald reminds me of my nature as Freedom.

I have a power Mantra that I use to feel empowered.

I also have a theme song about Self-belief, which I sing when the need arises.

Speaking of need, I woke up in the middle of the night with a sore throat. I started humming my Self-belief theme song and I was soon filled with power and the soreness was dissolved.

I love theme songs.

Enocia

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Diversion

2008-04-28T11:45:00.005+01:00

During my bus journey, the driver announced that because the road ahead was closed, the bus was going on a diversion. I was very excited to see what route the driver was going to use.

At one point I thought he would choose one route but he went another way. It felt like we were going round in circles. It was then I realised something - I’d been wondering about a particular bus route and where it led to. During the diversion, the bus went down the road I'd been wondering about.

It just shows that one man's diversion is another man's answered question. Just as well I wasn’t in a hurry.

Enocia

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Going Green

2008-04-28T09:57:00.015+01:00

"Mother," I asked, "why don't you teach others the method of living without food?"

My ambitious hopes for the world's starving millions were nipped in the bud.

"No." She shook her head. "I was strictly commanded by my guru not to divulge the secret. It is not his wish to tamper with God's drama of creation. The farmers would not thank me if I taught many people to live without eating! The luscious fruits would lie uselessly on the ground. It appears that misery, starvation, and disease are whips of our karma which ultimately drive us to seek the true meaning of life."

"Mother," I said slowly, "what is the use of your having been singled out to live without eating?"

"To prove that man is Spirit." Her face lit with wisdom. "To demonstrate that by divine advancement he can gradually learn to live by the Eternal Light and not by food." Autobiography of a Yogi

So my mother noticed that one of her many clocks had stopped working. Presumably, the battery had run out. She said she was going to check if she had any spares. The next morning I noticed she hadn't changed the batteries so I figured, why not charge the batteries?

I channelled energy to the batteries and the clock started ticking away. I then corrected the clock. When I showed mum her clock was working she asked me what I'd done.

"I charged the batteries," I said.

Mum gave me that "my daughter is mad" stare that' I've become accustomed to. At least the clock is now working.

Charging the batteries got me thinking about all this talk about going Green. Humans are supposed to be depleting the Ozone layers and we need to do all we can to reverse the effect. Well, recharging those batteries is my way of going Green. I've even recharged the batteries on the television's remote control.

Imagine what the world would be like if everyone stopped buying new batteries and recharged what they already have? Yes, I know there will be massive unemployment for people who work in that industry but at least we'll be saving the planet, right?

As we learn how to tap into this energy, we won't even need to consume the natural resources as this Energy will provide all we need. Let's take well-being as an example. If we could all tap into the energy and heal ourselves there won't be any need for hospitals and medicine. Granted people who work in that field will be out of a job but at least we will all be in radiant health or be able to sustain our health.

As radiant healthy and happy beings, we will all be loving one another. Where there is love, there is no fear. No fear means no crimes. No crimes means no need for the police, lawyers, insurance companies, journalists, and politicians for that matter. Granted there will be massive unemployment but at least we will all be happy and at peace, right?

When everyone is able to tap into the Source to receive guidance there will be no need for teachers either. Granted there will be massive unemployment, but at least we'll all be following our hearts.

Now that we are all happy and have access to limitless energy that we can use to manifest all our desires, we'll all focus on being the creative beings we innately are.

Wow, the politicians are so right; going Green is good for everyone.

I am an Eco-Warrior and I'm proud of it.

Enocia

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It's All in My Head

2008-04-26T12:31:00.010+01:00

As I sat browsing in the bookshop I had a thought that what I was experiencing was all in my head.

I've always known this intellectually that the Universe is not outside me but a projection of Mind, but it was interesting to experience this for real.

I closed my eyes and saw the bookshop in my head. Then I included the rest of that area of London and kept expanding to include London, then England, the United Kingdom, Europe....the rest of the world, the solar system...and the universe in my head.

The Inner Voice said how important it is to get into the practise of seeing the world as a projection of Mind. In fact, there is only Mind. Thus, at every moment I, as Mind, am experiencing the world as thought projections. My projections are rather like my stories on my blog. If I want to change a story, I can either edit or delete. Similarly, when I want to change something I need to change the thoughts in my head first and the equivalent change will be projected in what appears as the "external."

I kept my eyes closed while I explored thoughts in Mind. I heard laughter coming from a shop assistant who has been working in that shop for years. I thought about how he always looks the same. Perhaps, it's because he's always full of joy. I thought of telling him this. When I opened my eyes, the same shop assistant walked by me but he seemed to be in a hurry so I didn't stop him.

Soon a customer walked by and noticed a book I had been browsing about energy healing. He asked if I intended buying it. I said I was just browsing. We started talking about healing and spirituality. He said he was going through a process of awakening and we exchanged insights. It was good to meet a kindred spirit. After chatting with my friend for about two hours I said I had to leave. My friend walked to the cashiers desk to pay for his books. He was served by the same assistant I had thought about. I told my friend how the shop assistant has been in that shop for many years and always looks the same. The assistant laughed and said that maybe it's because of the lovely environment he works in. I said I could tell he loves his job because he's always full of joy.

See, I spoke to the guy in my head which ended up happening in the projected reality.

I look forward to having lots of fun in my head.

Enocia

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I've Got to Hand it to You

2008-04-26T11:51:00.004+01:00

I wrote a few days how I sensed someone holding my hand. I've had that feeling for a few days now.

Yesterday I met a new friend who held and stroked my hand and thought it felt very smooth.

Funny how things turn out, huh?

Enocia

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One Love

2008-04-26T10:32:00.006+01:00

Today, I met an old friend, who lives in our neighbourhood, at the bus stop. I told him I haven't seen him in a while. He said he was staying at his kids' to look after them while their mother was away. I asked him about how his kids were doing. He said he was concerned about the oldest (22) who he believes is off the rails. He was also concerned about his 15 year old son who he suspects is going in the same direction, but he feels his youngest has a good head on her shoulder.

My friend believes black kids growing up in modern Britain face lots of problems. While I did not agree with or accept my friend's premise, I didn't feel it was my place to deny his reality as I understood where he was coming from. So I just listened and let him share.

When we got off the bus, we exchanged hugs and he said "One love."

When all is said and done, "one love" is all that matters, for it is Love that unifies us.

Love and happiness to all.

Enocia

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