Love Always

This Blog is Now Closed

2007-10-04T11:30:00.000+01:00

For the new blog see Free to be Me.

Enocia

Welcome

2007-10-04T11:15:00.020+01:00

The way I experienced love from my true self that I call my Beloved is as an Energy or Presence that is accepting of whatever feelings, thoughts or beliefs I have. This is a love that loves no matter what.

As my Beloved, I am the Cause, guide and friend. All I need to do is be the Cause and let Love live be me.

The purpose of this blog is to record and share experiences and insights that have inspired me to trust and be myself. They are not meant to instruct readers in any way.

For ease of reference, I shall list articles in alphabetical order.

For my current and previous blogs see My Other Blogs.

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

Love always,
Enocia

Articles in Alphabetical Order

--A--

A Day to Remember
A Good Sob is Good for the Soul
All is One
A Love Story
Always in the Mood for Love
An Amazing Feat!
An Experiment in Love
Are We There Yet?
Asking for Assistance
Asking for Assistance - 2

--B--

Because I Love It
Being Myself is All I Can Do
Being Pampered
Being the Cause
Being the Feeling

--C--

Can We All Play?
Chance Meeting? I Think Not
Come, Let Me Kiss You Better!
Cool!
Correction! I Only Want to Love and Be Love
Cut to the Chase
Cut to the Chase - Part 2

--D--

Dare to Be Love?
Detour
Dress You Up - Madonna

--E--

Earth is All Heart
Everyone's a Winner!
Everything's Going My Way

--F--

Family Connections
Fashion Consciousness
Following My Blueprint
Footnote
For Lovers of Buses
Forgiveness
Freedom
Freewill

--G--

Getting the Best Out of Life
Good Intentions
Grace
Gratitude and Kindred Spirits
Growing Up

--H--

Hand in Hand
Holy Shit!
Huh?

--I--

If At First You Don't Succeed, Stop Trying
Impact
Inexhaustible Love
Intent
Intertwined Destinies
It's a Funny Thing Intention
It's All Perfect

--J--

Jekyll and Hyde

--L--

Life is a Game, Let's Have Fun
Listening Skills
Living in the Moment
Lost in Joy
Love Always
Love Always Has the Right of Way
Love and Expectations
Love Anyway
Love Communication
Love Emergency
Love Everything
Love is Forever
Love It!
Love Message
Love Never Dies
Love's Embrace

--M--

Making Someone's Day
Making Things Happen versus Letting Things Happen
More on Trust
More Things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio
My Recurring Theme Tune

--N--

Never Stop Dreaming!
Nipping It in the Bud
No Comparisons

--O--

Old Friends, New Friends
Omnipotence
Omnipresence
On Being a SuperHero

--P--

Peace in All Things
Play Mates are Everywhere
Postscript

--R--

Receiving Love

--S--

Seeing Through Rose-Tinted Glasses
Seeing with Love's Vision
Song of the Day
Staying Charged
Staying On an Even Keel
Sweet Nothings
Switching Off

--T--

The Gift
The Observer
The Observer - Part 2
There is Something Freeing About
To Whom It May Concern

--V--

Vision of Love

--W--

What a Treat!
What a Lovely Surprise!
What Makes the Difference
What’s Good for the Goose is Good for the Gander
When Love is Ripe for the Picking
Where Do You Focus Your Attention?
Why I Love Cats
Why It's Important For Me to Have a Vision
Why Praying is Very Important to Me

Cool!

2007-10-04T10:59:00.000+01:00

After I left the library yesterday, I had a voice in my head asking me if he could call. I presumed it was from a friend. I told him to call at a certain time in the evening. I then went to catch the bus into town. As the bus was driving by an Internet shop, I had this strong urge to get off the bus so I did.

I went to the Internet shop to check my emails. Sure enough, there was an email from the friend I had in mind asking me if I wanted to speak with him tonight. I sent him an email and suggested a time he could call.

After I'd sent a few emails I had a strong urge to leave even though I still had a few minutes credit remaining. Outside I noticed my bus on the other side but it couldn't get through because a car was blocking its path. This gave me an opportunity to make a dash for the nearest bus stop. As soon as I approached the stop, the car moved out of the bus's way.

Cool! I love it when everything works out perfectly.

Enocia

Related articles: Everything's Going My Way; Some Thoughts on Telepathy

Postscript

2007-10-04T10:03:00.000+01:00

In Love is Forever I wrote about how I was inspired to take a walk instead of getting the bus and noticed some flowers had been placed on the road barrier in memory of someone who had died recently in a car accident. I felt the deceased's presence right there with me and we had a conversation.

When I went by on a bus the next day, I couldn't see the flowers. I thought that maybe the bus had gone too fast and I had missed them. This morning I took a walk and went by the scene and saw that the flowers had been removed.

Now that's very interesting because from what I've observed, people usually leave flowers on the barrier until they have withered away.

If I hadn't been inspired to walk that day, I wouldn't have noticed those flowers. And it was when I saw the flowers that I remembered the deceased whose presence I felt and I was able to communicate with.

I wonder if it was the deceased who had inspired me to walk that day?

I'm glad I was able to help a friend anyway.

Enocia

Life is a Game, Let's Have Fun

2007-10-03T12:02:00.001+01:00

In ev`ry job that must be done, there is an element of fun.
You find the fun and snap the job`s a game.
And ev`ry task you undertake becomes a pice of cake.
A lark! A spree! It`s verry clear to see.

That a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down.
Medicine go dow-wown, medicine go down.
Just a spoonful of sugar makes the medicine go down
in the most delightful way. A Spoonful of Sugar lyrics from Mary Poppins

In an email exchange yesterday, a friend wrote:

"Don't you sometimes wonder if it would just be easier to go back to your 'real' family, like your friend from the fatal accident last week. I mean, really, who needs all this. If this is supposed to be a 'game', I don't see much fun being had by many of the players."

(The accident my friend is referring to here is discussed in Love is Forever).

Later I thought of a friend I once went out with. In the evening while I was watching a programme on television, I noticed one of the actors looked like the same friend. Last night I had a dream where I bumped into this friend. I told him I'd been thinking about him and have missed him. He said he'd also missed me. We arranged to meet up later. He asked me what I'd been up to. I said I'd been seeing someone but it wasn't working out. Then I woke up.

The dream had been very vivid and real. I wondered what it meant. I thought about my feelings for this friend. I liked being with him and had a lot of fun with him. There was a time when I even had a crush on him, but it didn't feel right being with him. Could it be we're about to rekindle our relationship? Even though on paper he seemed compatible, I still couldn't imagine myself being with him. So, if the dream isn't about rekindling our relationship then there must be another message. I had the thought that he was there to remind me to be true to myself.

This morning as I was waiting at the bus station, a bus drove by with an advert for an online casino. It's slogan was "let's play." Aha, that's what my friend in the dream represents, playfulness. In fact it was his playful attitude that attracted me to him. I always enjoyed having a good banter with him. He had been in my dream to remind me that I was getting too serious. I must remember that life's a game and my nature is playfulness.

I believe all aspects of life is a game including falling in love and being in relationships, having a career, following a "path" etc. The moment I put out the intention, someone appears to play that game. The problem is when I forget it's a game and start taking it all too seriously, it stops being fun. Ironically, there's a point in people's relationships when they start "being serious" and start thinking of long term commitments, marriage, mortgage etc. Instead of enjoying each other like you used to, everything becomes oh so serious. Those who end up having kids have the opportunity to play because children are good reminders that life is meant to be fun until the kids grow up to be serious just like their parents.

I have nothing against people getting married and having kids, I just believe in making all aspects of life fun.

I reckon I've been getting way too serious about love and relationships. It's time for me to be my playful self and enjoy love in whatever way it unfolds.

Thank you friends for your timely reminders.

I am playfulness; I am fun.

Enocia

Related articles: Play Mates are Everywhere; The REAL Secret; Playfulness; It's Only a Love Game

Image: Callie from Flickr

See also YouTube: A Spoonful of Sugar

Making Someone's Day

2007-10-02T12:12:00.000+01:00

Make someone happy,
Make just one someone happy;
Make just one heart the heart you sing to.
One smile that cheers you,
One face that lights when it nears you,
One girl you're ev'rything to.

Fame if you win it,
Comes and goes in a minute.
Where's the real stuff in life to cling to?
Love is the answer,
Someone to love is the answer.
Once you've found her, build your world around her.

Make someone happy,
Make just one someone happy,
And you will be happy, too. Make Someone Happy, Jimmy Durante

On the way to the bus stop this morning I bumped into an elderly lady that lives in the neighbourhood. She is a widow who lives alone and has no kids. Even though she's often in pain, I see her out and about first thing running errands for her elderly neighbours. She even gets my mother's newspaper.

I gave her a hug. I asked her how she was feeling after her recent operation and she said a lot better. She said she was due to see her doctor shortly. She apologised for not getting me a belated birthday card as she had promised. I told her not to worry about it and thanked her for her kind thoughts. Before I left she said: "You always cheer me up, you do."

That really made my day.

I also came across the young Polish guy who cleans our neighbourhood. I told him I'd been wondering how he is. We chatted for a few minutes. My friend has such a lovely smile which brightened my day.

I have found that sometimes the quickest antidote to feeling down is to make someone else happy.

Enocia

Related articles: Love is Forever; Love Always; Immortality

See YouTube video: Make Someone Happy

Play Mates are Everywhere

2007-10-01T16:38:00.000+01:00

As I was waiting for the bus, I locked gaze with this boy who was leaning against a lamp post. He hid his face behind the post and then reappeared on the other side. Our gazes locked again and we both smiled. We started playing peekaboo. His younger brother wanted to join in so I played with both of them until their bus arrived.

That's what I love about kids. You don't see them getting all worked up because their parents are too busy to play. There's always someone in that moment they can play with.

I feel the same way.

Love to all my play mates.

Enocia

Related articles: Can We All Play?; Save All Your Kisses for Me; Play Mate; Playing the Game; Joy to the Nth Degree

Seeing Through Rose-Tinted Glasses

2007-10-01T11:21:00.000+01:00

On the bus I observed a young couple who seemed very much in love. The girl blew on the window and on the steamy window she drew a heart. I thought it was wonderful how being in love was influencing her behaviour. In effect, she was seeing the world through rose-tinted (Love) glasses.

I know what it's like to see through rose-tinted glasses, when I feel so much love I want to hug and kiss everyone I meet because I want to share how I am feeling. Being in love makes life so wonderful, whether I'm love with an object of my affection or in general.

I've also experienced seeing through another kind of tinted glasses i.e. through race, class, sexuality, gender, social conditioning, family heritage, experiences etc. For instance, because I experienced childhood abuse, I saw the world in terms of perpetrators and victims; and child victims grow up to become adult survivors. I would be watching a discussion programme on television about child abuse and I would get outraged and immediately think the man was guilty. I could have got stuck in that way of seeing for a long time.

One day I realised that I wasn't a victim or a survivor but I was me. That changed the way I perceived the world forever. In fact, it opened me up to new experiences I wouldn't have had. I am now free to experience life without feeling obligated to a particular group purely based on blood relation, skin colour or gender. I am free to be the Me that is in all experiences.

Now I do realise that seeing the world through Love is a filter, but it's one I prefer using than seeing the world through social conditioning or identity. I believe the ultimate way of seeing the world is through emptiness where there are no concepts or beliefs.

Right now I'm having way too much fun seeing through my rose-tinted glasses.

Enocia

Related articles: Seeing with Love's Vision; Filters; Immortality; Loving One is Loving the All; Hugs and Kisses; Location, Location, Location; Let Go and Let All; Nature or Nurture?; The Causeless Cause; Through a Glass Darkly; Just Say Now

Love is Forever

2007-10-01T10:18:00.000+01:00

My weekly bus pass expired yesterday. I intended to buy the new one this morning but I decided I would take a walk instead. When I came across a newsagent, I bought the new one in the shop. I was pleased to discover that the price had been reduced. Now that I had my pass, I could very easily have jumped on the bus, but something told me to keep walking. I find walking gives me the opportunity to ponder on some ideas, which today was about how Love influences one's behaviour.

As I came across an intersection I noticed some flowers had been placed on the barrier. People usually do that when a loved one has died around that area. It was then I realised that it was for someone who had been killed in an accident recently.

In fact, on that particular day, I had been inspired to walk instead of getting the bus. When I arrived at that junction, I noticed part of the road had been cordoned off by the Police because of an accident that happened earlier, where a car had hit the traffic signal. As I walked by I thought about the victim and everyone affected by that accident and sent them love. I then wrote an article about my experience. It was only later, when I saw a sign by the Police asking for eye witnesses, that I realised the accident had been fatal.

So as I observed the flowers that had been laid out, I thought about the "victim." The moment I did, I felt a presence around me and the presence started speaking in my head. He thanked me for being there for him when he had "passed over." He said my love had been such a help to him. He said that every moment one gives out love is imprinted in the universe forever. He said he was very happy and at peace now and was with his "real family." He said he was always with me. He also told me stuff that relates to my own personal experience, which I am not going to share here.

My friend and I parted company; or rather, I pretended to say goodbye to him even though I know he's always with me.

Love is forever.

Enocia

Related articles: Postscript; Love Emergency; Impact; Continuity

Never Stop Dreaming!

2007-09-30T14:12:00.000+01:00

I had this wonderful vision this morning, a desire of my heart, which I would like to experience just for myself. When I shared my dream with a friend he didn't think it was possible given the time span and the actual situation.

If I'm going to pay attention to beliefs of what is impossible, I might as well give up now. All I know is I have that desire and it is a done deal.

I'm quite excited to see how it all pans out and who the players are going to be.

Nothing is impossible with God/Love.

Enocia

Related articles: Why Praying is Very Important to Me; Making Things Happen versus Letting Things Happen; Love and Expectations; Everything You Want, Wants You; Trust in Love to Sort out the Details

More on Trust

2007-09-30T13:44:00.000+01:00

For me, trust is believing that the universe is unfolding perfectly according to one's beliefs and expectations.

For instance, on the bus I heard four young girls chatting about Chinese food. From what I could make out, they were on their way to the restaurant. After a while I noticed a van driving by the bus and part of the signs were in Chinese with the words "Oriental Cuisine." I wondered if the girls had noticed this. That's the universe for you, always shape shifting according to thoughts and beliefs.

On another bus I heard this woman asking if the bus was going to Kings Cross and if someone would let her know when we arrived. Instead of offering my assistance, I decided to simply observe. Someone said that he would let her know when she got there. Soon a guy came on board and started speaking on his mobile phone. He said he was on his way to Kings Cross. The woman said to her daughter that at least someone was getting off at the same stop. Other passengers got on board and the woman chatted to them. When we got to Kings Cross, the bus driver announced where we were and the woman and her daughter got off.

As I see it, Love is doing a brilliant job meeting everyone's needs and expectations with or without my assistance.

Enocia

Related articles: My Recurring Theme Tune; Trusting in Love; Our Needs are Constantly Being Met; Trust; To Love is to Trust; Trust in Love to Sort out the Details

Cut to the Chase - Part 2

2007-09-29T10:05:00.000+01:00

Last night I said something to my mother which upset her. I was only joking but she took it the wrong way and the next thing I knew I was being given the cold shoulder treatment. I asked Love to dissolve the atmosphere. I sensed she was still upset when I went to bed.

While I was in the bathroom this morning, I could still feel my mother was closed off even though I hadn't spoken to her. I understand how people can shut down when they are upset. There have been times when I have withdrawn emotionally from the other when my feelings have been hurt.

Now I had a choice. I could let this "atmosphere" be projected into the whole day and the next or I could nip it in the bud immediately. When my mother came out of her bedroom, I cornered her and told her I was sorry for offending her. She accepted my apology.

Who cares who said or did what, just cut to the chase and love now.

Enocia

Related articles: Cut to the Chase; Forgiveness; Love Always; Love Anyway; Love Dissolves Grudges; Breaking Out of the Projection Habit; Modelling Part 2 - Self Mastery

Why Praying is Very Important to Me

2007-09-28T10:09:00.000+01:00

Years ago when I was a wee nipper, my uncle, who I lived with at the time, used to insist that everyone wakes up at 6 am for morning prayers. As someone who loves her sleep that ritual was grossly unacceptable. There were many times when I had to face my uncle's wrath because I couldn't wake up on time. At the time, I didn't appreciate why we had to pray every single day.

I am now very grateful to my uncle for helping me cultivate the habit of prayer. Every day the first thing I do when I wake up is I pray.

Praying reminds me of the truth of reality, as I see it, that Love is all in all. I then immerse myself in that Love and project this love to the universe.

I don't just pray first thing in the morning and hope for the best. I continue praying throughout the day. Why? Because there are thought forms and beliefs trying to distract me from being Love. Praying not only keeps me connected to Love, it enables me to be true to myself.

I practise five kinds of prayer.

Asking for assistance.
Affirming the truth, as I see it, of reality.
Visualisation techniques where I see what I want to experience.
Gratitude.
Being in silence.

Love to all.

Enocia

Related articles: Love Always Has the Right of Way; The Observer; It's a Funny Thing Intention; Can We All Play?; Staying On an Even Keel; Asking for Assistance; With Gratitude; Help!; Prayer

Huh?

2007-09-27T11:53:00.000+01:00

So I went to the local corner shop to get some grocery including a bottle of Vimto, my favourite drink. While I was queuing up to pay, I noticed a customer in front of me also had a bottle of Vimto. I said to her, "Another Vimto fan, I see."

"Yes, it's awful isn't it? It's so cold out there."

Huh! Are we speaking the same language or am I dreaming?

I let it go. The lady obviously had other things on her mind like the British weather.

It's funny how we all appear to be experiencing the same reality and yet we are not.

Regardless of the confusion, love is all there is.

Enocia

Related articles: Ask and You Will Receive...Sort Of; Vivre La Difference!; Filters

Omnipresence

2007-09-26T16:58:00.000+01:00

As I was going home yesterday evening, I looked up into the sky. There were grey clouds all around and yet they were tinged with pink and looked so pretty.

The colour pink represent Love's omnipresence. No matter what the situation or appearances, Love is always present.

All is well.

Enocia

Related articles: Omnipotence; Why It's Important For Me to Have a Vision; Trusting in Love; Love is All There Is; Love in Every Moment

Love Always Has the Right of Way

2007-09-26T12:23:00.001+01:00

As I was waiting for the bus this morning, I noticed an ambulance driving by. The ambulance had to abide by the traffic laws because its siren wasn't on; and no cars moved out of its way.

All motorists, cyclists and pedestrians are aware that in an emergency situation normal traffic laws are suspended in order to give the ambulance or emergency vehicle the right of way. Once the vehicle has been let through, then and only then can normal traffic laws be resumed.

I believe focusing on and being Love i.e. that which is the substance of all, is the equivalent of being in an emergency situation where the normal laws are replaced by Higher Laws, which are often described as "miraculous."

On the bus yesterday I was stuck in traffic. I asked Love to dissolve the traffic. The next thing I knew the driver was announcing that he was terminating at the next stop. How odd! I asked the driver why and he said there was too much traffic and he couldn't get through. I got off the bus and waited for another bus. Logic dictated that I should catch another bus going a different route but the Voice of Love advised me to stay put. The next bus was a Routemaster, one of a few available, and it was going where I wanted to go. I sat upstairs. I was really excited to be travelling on a Routemaster again. I noticed the road ahead was completely clear and my bus sailed right through to my destination.

I put Love first.
I see only Love.
I live by Love's Laws.
Love always has the right of way.

Enocia

Related articles: Why It's Important For Me to Have a Vision; Cut to the Chase; Love Emergency; A Day to Remember; Love Communication; Putting Love First; Priority; Translation; Emergency; There are No Miracles!

Image by Matthew Cromer

The Observer - Part 2

2007-09-24T14:22:00.002+01:00

Recently a friend took me to see a musical called Parade, which was about a man who was falsely accused of murder and ended up being killed by people who believed he was guilty. What was even more poignant was that it was based on a true story. When my friend asked me what I thought of the musical, I told him that I had enjoyed the way the play was produced and that the music was superb but the story didn't move me at all. I guess because I had been watching as an observer who wasn't on any one's side. I could see how everyone in the drama was acting from what they believed was true for them.

In a previous piece I wrote called The Observer, I wrote about how I was feeling so low I started feeling suicidal. I was able to reverse my emotional state by feeling love. And yet I was aware that a part of me wasn't bothered either way. Sometimes I wonder about this part of me. I reckon if I was experiencing life purely from the Observer's standpoint, I wouldn't get involved in relationships at all. Why? Because, the Observer doesn't need anyone when She is complete in Herself.

Who exactly feels joy and sadness and loves having friendships?

Me.

Isn't the Observer also Me?

Yes, the Observer is Me that has no beginning or end. The Observer is always perfect and will always be perfect.

And yet SHE is also the One who is choosing to express life as this human form which I've discussed in an article called Freewill.

The Observer is there to remind me that I can still have fun with life experiences without getting attached either way.

The Observer is there to remind me that my nature is unborn and undying.

The Observer is there to remind me that I am always perfect.

I am the Observer, I am Me.

Enocia

Related articles: The Observer; Freewill; What a Treat!; Identity; The Causeless Cause; It's My Birthday!

The Observer

2007-09-24T12:46:00.000+01:00

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same If, Rudyard Kipling

It's amazing what one thought can lead to.

On a bus journey, the area I was in reminded me of a beloved friend and I missed him. I wondered what he was up to at that moment. The more I thought of him the more I missed him and I started feeling down. Then all I was feeling was the fact that he wasn't with me. I started feeling lonely. Loneliness transformed into a feeling of not wanting to be here anymore. Maybe, it's time for me to exit this reality. Blimey! What's wrong with me? Now I'm feeling suicidal. The interesting thing is while I was feeling all these emotions, I was very much aware of a part of me that was untouched by it all; I was observing it like one would a play without getting sucked into the characters' moods.

After I'd had enough of feeling sorry for myself, I asked to be lifted out of the drama.

When I got off the bus I walked past a newsagent at the station and noticed a newspaper headlines about a pop singer who had attempted suicide. Whether the story is true or not, I cannot tell. All I know was there must have been thousands, millions even, of people reading about that pop star and projecting their thoughts into the ether; and I was picking up on those thoughts and making them my own. No wonder I felt suicidal.

That's the problem with wallowing: one sad thought attracts like-thoughts and these like-thoughts attract other like-thoughts and before you know it you're acting out these thoughts. It raises the question: when people commit heinous crimes are they simply acting out these impersonal thoughts?

Anyway, I decided to focus on love by sending love to the pop star. Now that my thoughts were on love, I could feel my thoughts attracting similar thoughts of love and it snowballed from there. While I was feeling euphoric, I was very much aware of a part of myself that was untouched by my happiness.

I find the easiest way to avoid picking up undesirable thought forms is to stay in silence. This way I am simply being the Observer who isn't bothered either way.

Peace always.

Enocia

Related articles: The Observer - Part 2; If At First You Don't Succeed, Stop Trying; Switching Off; Nothing Personal - Part 2; Staying Joined in Love; The Dream of Losing and Finding; Am I Bothered?; Who is Thinking Whom?; The Silent Witness; Joy Lifts Me Up; Some Thoughts on Telepathy

Freewill

2007-09-24T11:06:00.000+01:00

This reality called earth is meant to be an opportunity to express one's freewill but is there such a thing as freewill?

I believe there is freewill, however, it is the true self/Soul that gets to express freewill.

As the Soul I expressed my freewill to experience this dream reality. As Soul, I planned what I was going to experience, the kind of family I would be born into and the circumstance I would be brought up in which were in perfect harmony with my life's purpose. Everything was planned to the finest detail including the timing and place of my birth and when major events or meetings would occur. I planned experiences I would have that would be my wake-up call. I planned to meet with people who would help me remember my purpose and with whom I will express my Soul's purpose. This means that even when it seems like I've been choosing experiences, good or bad, they were in perfect alignment with who I am as Soul.

I remember when I first encountered my Soul/Vector8 during meditation and was reminded why I was here. It seemed like that moment had been planned. I was told that a group of us who resonate as Vector8 were working together and in time we would get together. After that I was able to see how important it was to focus on being myself. I could see why I've never been able to follow a teaching or group because I've intuitively known that I'm here to follow the blueprint that I, as Soul, have already set out for myself.

To recap, I expressed freewill when I took on this challenge to live in this reality. That was where my freewill ended. When I have accomplished what I set out to achieve I shall then resume expressing my freewill, unless of course I choose to have another human experience.

Enocia

Related articles: Why It's Important For Me to Have a Vision; Family Connections; Being the Cause; Who is Really in Charge?; The Game of Life

Old Friends, New Friends

2007-09-24T10:44:00.000+01:00

I met some new old friends the other day. By new I mean I've never met them before in this reality; and by old, I know I've always known them. The first time we connected was through my friend's website and we started communicating by email. We arranged to meet up when he and his wife were in London.

My friends took me out to dinner at a nice Chinese restaurant in China Town. It didn't matter at all that we've had different life experiences, it was so easy and fun being with them. They've invited me to visit next time I'm in the States.

It was lovely spending time with you, dear friends.

I'm so grateful for the Internet for enabling me to connect with kindred spirits.

Enocia

Related articles: Why It's Important For Me to Have a Vision; Hugs and Kisses; One Love, Many Guises and Special Relationships; My New Toy; Great Expectations

An Amazing Feat!

2007-09-22T14:16:00.000+01:00

At the library I noticed the librarian was diligently writing by hand. It was such a novelty to see someone actually writing in longhand that I stopped to admire what she was doing.

I guess I'm so used to typing that writing by hand seems so archaic, so twentieth century. The odd occasion when I've made notes from a book or a website, it was so painfully slow, it was pure torture.

My mother still writes by hand and her handwriting is brilliant, like calligraphy actually.

It's good to know how to write by hand in case of emergencies.

:-)

Enocia

Related article: Beauty

Why It's Important For Me to Have a Vision

2007-09-22T13:02:00.000+01:00

Every moment we are constantly being bombarding with different visions of reality. Advertising is one such example, which offer us different models of reality. If you buy into a particular brand, you get to experience that reality.

My life experiences are based on my vision of life i.e., what I believe to be true for me, which I see as streams of Light interpenetrating all time and space. You could say that every moment I'm broadcasting my brand of reality.

A friend called me early this morning to arrange what time we could meet up so he and his wife could take me out to dinner. He suggested 5.30 pm, but was concerned I would have a problem being out late as it's getting dark early. I said it was no problem at all.

Why do I have no problem being out late in London? Because one of my visions of life is love is all there is. Whether it's light or dark, love is and there is nothing to fear.

Incidentally, tonight is the first time I'm meeting my friends, who live in America, face to face. We met through the Internet and we arranged to meet up while they were passing through London. I have no qualms about meeting up because I trust in love.

Without my vision of life:

I would be living in constant fear;
I would feel alone;
I wouldn't be fulfilled;
I wouldn't be open to life's experiences;
I would have given up a long time ago;
I wouldn't be me.

These articles are my visions of life. It doesn't mean my way is the right way, just one of gazillion models out there. Make of them what you will.

I believe in my vision; I believe in me.

Enocia

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Why I Love Cats

2007-09-21T11:24:00.000+01:00

Just for a laugh I sent the following link to a friend who is interested in physics: Cat Laws-Law of Cat Composition.

My friend's response was:

Cats are TOTALLY self-centred. Don't you think they are a warning to us!!!

Part of my response was:

Actually, that's what I LOVE about cats that they are TOTALLY self-centred. Cats teach us how to be true to ourselves. They don't have to prove anything nor do they have to earn anything. They are loved for who they are not for what they do.

I'm very catlike in that respect. My only purpose is to be true to myself. When I'm being true to myself, I don't find the necessity to change others, everything falls into place. That's why I don't believe in a Saviour.* Each of us is the Christ and Saviour we only have to be the Love that we are.

* (Saviour relates to our disparate world views: my friend is from the school of changing the world by your actions; while I'm from the school of be yourself and your world changes).

So if cats are self-centred then so am I, and I'm proud of it.

I love cats and I love being myself.

Enocia

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Cut to the Chase

2007-09-20T12:35:00.001+01:00

I used to love reading novels. I even had a dream of becoming a novelist and started one which I never completed because I lost interest. Now I don't read novels. Why? Because I can't be bothered going through the drama and dramatic tension etc. Occasionally, I pick up a romantic Mills & Boon novel, read the blurb, then if I find it vaguely interesting, I read the first and last chapter. If I'm in the mood, I'll also read the raunchy parts of the novel. I don't find I need to sit through the whole novel. All I'm concerned with is boy meets girl and girl and boy get together and live happily ever after, the end.

Speaking of which, there is a brilliant car advert on television at the moment, though I can't remember the actual model, about this young man who goes on a date for the first time with this young lady. While they are driving, the girl says "nice car." The man stops the car and asks her if she fancies getting married, buying a house, having kids, getting a dog and spending the rest of their lives together. The girl agrees. I believe the slogan is "Now that's what I call quality commitment."

How many people are prepared to make a lifetime commitment after one date? Not many. The popular belief is that the course of true love never runs smoothly so there has to be obstacles after obstacles like in novels; and the lovers get together against all the odds, or so it would seem.

I've been thinking about what my life story so far would be like if I was telling it to someone. I wrote it down and found myself going on about conflicts and dramas. While these dramas made the story interesting and moved the plot along, they also made my life seem more complicated than it could have been. So I decided to cut to the chase and talked only about my achievements e.g. how I had a particular desire and I had the experience; or how I wanted to meet a particular person and he appeared. I felt energised and wanted to experience life in that way.

Life is like my journey home when I always have two choices: I could either focus on how to get home and the route I'm going to travel; or I could simply see myself at home. When I focus on the route, I find myself being drawn into dramas. While dramas might produce interesting stories, sometimes all I want to do is arrive home without any fuss. When I see myself at home, I arrive in no time at all.

For me the spiritual path is cutting to the chase. I could take the long winding road of learning lessons or I could simply realise that I'm already where I need to be. I could take the scenic route of looking for a teacher or I could realise that I am my own teacher. I could spend lifetimes looking for the truth or I could realise that I am truth.

I used to love reading long stories now I write the kind of stories that I would like to read that cut to the chase. I focus on a theme, have the experience, write about it and it's over. If there is any drama involved it's short and to the point. Any novels I produce will be based on an anthology of the stories I share on my blog not ones that are driven by plots, drama, tension and conflicts.

The end.

Enocia

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If At First You Don't Succeed, Stop Trying

2007-09-19T10:56:00.000+01:00

For some reason I was pretty exhausted yesterday. First, I reminded myself that I am Infinite Energy, but it didn't work. I kept feeling sleepy. By late afternoon I was trying hard to stay awake and having tunnel vision. There was only one thing to do: stop trying. It was as if I was split into two: the me that acts without thought or trying; and the me that is the Thinker and tries to make things happen.

I found I had no desire to think, however. I was Empty Space/ES.

ES walked me to the bus stop. ES got me on the bus. ES found a seat upstairs by the window and closed my eyes. I expected to fall asleep but I couldn't, instead I was aware of being in silence.

ES got me off at a bus stop and put me on another bus. When I got off that bus, ES walked me home.

I decided to have a rest when I got home. While I rested, the Thinker suggested that maybe I should sleep as my body was tired but ES had no thought on the matter and I remained in silence. I listened to the television in silence.

After a while, the Thinker suggested that it was time I had something to eat. ES wasn't bothered but the Thinker insisted so I went to dish myself some food. I realised I wasn't hungry after all but I ate most of it.

At some point, ES and the Thinker must have come to some agreement because I went to bed and fell asleep.

While I was working on this piece, it wasn't flowing so I stopped making an effort. In fact I left it in draft and took time out to read blogs, browse on the Internet and chat to someone whose blog I was reading. Incidentally, I received an email from a friend who said he was putting in a great deal of effort into what he was working on and getting nowhere. I suggested that he took time out to play and it would all work out.

When I returned to the draft of this article, it ended up writing itself.

If at first you don't succeed, stop trying. Just be.
I am Empty Space.

Enocia

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Love Emergency

2007-09-18T12:13:00.001+01:00

Earlier today I had a thought that I should travel using the scenic bus route but then I had a change of heart and decided to use the quickest route possible.

During the bus journey I noticed there was a traffic jam on one side of the road. A man had been run over and he was being tended to by two men. It looked like the accident had just happened because there were no police cars or ambulance in sight. As our bus drove by, we gawped at the scene. I thought it was a perfect opportunity to realise Love's presence.

Love is appearing as the people tending to the man's needs;
Love is appearing as the paramedic and police when they arrive;
Love is appearing as the hospital staff;
Love is appearing as the motorists;
Love is appearing as the onlookers;
Love is appearing as the victim's loved ones.

I knew the man's needs were being met perfectly.

A few minutes later, I saw a police car rushing in the opposite direction, closely followed by an ambulance.

If Love is ever present, why was the man run over in the first place? Love is always present. It is not my place to judge but to love.

With love,
Enocia

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Staying Charged

2007-09-17T14:09:00.001+01:00

Mobiles are very useful tools, but they have their limits. After you've been using it for a few hours it needs to be recharged or else the battery goes flat. There's nothing more frustrating than the phone cutting off in the middle of an important conversation.

While I know that my nature is inexhaustible love that nothing can be added to or taken away from, sometimes I feel like a mobile phone that needs to be charged. In fact I need to be constantly connected to Love in all that I do otherwise I either feel drained or I can't see things clearly. Coupled with the fact that there are so many conflicting beliefs about, I need to stay connected to what I believe is true and pure for me.

How do I stay charged?

By experiencing life as my True Self that is Infinite Love.

Enocia

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What a Treat!

2007-09-16T13:06:00.000+01:00

It seems to me that every day is a perfect opportunity for Infinite Love to put on a perfect show. All I need to do is be open and enjoy.

For the last three weeks a friend, I haven't seen for ages, and I have been trying to link up. When I had the idea to meet up he couldn't make it. When he could, I couldn't. So two days ago, after I had forwarded him an email he asked if he could take me out to lunch. I said yes and we agreed to meet up the very next day.

During the bus journey to meet my friend, a lady sat beside me and was chatting on her mobile phone. When she mentioned something about open house my ears pricked up. After she finished her conversation I told her that I'd heard her speaking about the Open House and I was wondering if it was this weekend. She said yes.

Open House London Annual Event is our highest-profile public initiative, inviting people to experience, explore, and understand architecture, design and the built environment. As London’s largest architecture festival, each September over 600 buildings new and old all over London celebrate design excellence by opening their doors at no charge to the public, all within 48 hours! Open House London

I told my friend on the bus that I've been to the Open House a few times. She said she always makes it a point to visit a few buildings. She was hoping to visit ones around where she lives. She recommended other buildings to see. She said I could download the brochure from the Open House website.

We talked about our mutual love for London. My friend said her parents, who live in Berkshire, can't understand why she and her husband would choose to live in London, which is "smelly and overcrowded." She said London doesn't appeal to them because they're only interested in gardening. She said London is fantastic if you're into culture and the arts. We discussed the wonderful activities available in London such as galleries, museums and festivals. I told her there was a festival around the Thames at the weekend but I couldn't remember what it was called. She said she'd just come back from New York on a business trip and found it very strange paying to go to their museums when they're free in the UK. Within that short space of time there was so much to talk about, where we've both been, where we've both lived etc.

When I got off the bus I walked to my friend's house. Although I've been to his place a few times, I couldn't find his flat. I looked up the address in my address book and had a feeling I had missed out part of the address. Just as I was about to call him on the mobile to find out, I saw him standing outside a building watering some flowers. It was so good to see him. After exchanging hugs, he showed me his flower garden and I admired his flowers. Then we went to his flat where he showed me a bed he'd designed which is totally original. I was really proud of him.

On our way to the restaurant I told my friend about the Open London weekend which he was aware of. I said I was hoping to go at some point. I also told him there was a festival going on around the river Thames. It turned out the restaurant my friend had in mind was a vegetarian restaurant I used to frequent over 10 years ago. It was exactly the way I remembered it. We ordered some soup and bread and I looked for vacant seats. The restaurant is very tiny and has limited seating capacity which you have to share with others. The only two seats available were in front of these two woman. We chatted with them about the restaurant and the quality of the food which was excellent. Then my friend and I discussed his recent trip to Ghana and the insights he gained from that trip and other exciting projects he's involved in. My friend discovered that the women sharing our table had brochures from The United Grand Lodge of England. It turned out this building was open to the public as part of the Open House London initiative. Wow, fancy us sitting in front of them! My friend asked for more information and we decided to visit that building after we'd finished our lunch.

After lunch my friend stopped off at the Donmar Warehouse, which my friend believes is the best theatre in London. They were currently showing the musical, Parade. He asked if they had tickets available for that evening and they had a few. He asked me if I would like to see a show with him and I said yes. The day was getting better and better.

Then we headed off to the "United Grand Lodge" to explore the building and discover what we can about Freemasonry. My friend told me his father and grandfather were Freemasons, but he isn't.

"Freemasonry is a society of men concerned with moral and spiritual values. Its members are taught its precepts by a series of ritual dramas, which follow ancient forms, and use stonemasons' customs and tools as allegorical guides." What is Freemasonry

How can I describe the building? In two words: grand and ornate. I was fascinated by the aprons, swords, emblems and many symbols.

While we were exploring the building, I noticed someone had left a brochure for the Open House London on a table which I picked up. My friend and I flicked through it to see if there were any interesting buildings we could visit later.

We headed off to the local park so we could chat. My friend had photocopied an article about "dark energy" which he wanted to discuss. We exchanged ideas and insights.

By the time we left the park, it was too late to see other buildings. We still had some time to kill before the musical that evening. I had a thought that it would be nice to walk by the Thames to explore that festival whose name I still couldn't remember. My friend asked me if I wanted to walk by the Thames and I said yes. Then he said he had another idea and wanted to visit a friend in hospital which overlooks the Thames. Maybe we could give him some healing based on truth principles. I agreed to go with him.

The festival was in full swing at the time and we push through the crowd and stopped off to admire street performers. By the way, the name of the festival was....drum roll please....Thames Festival. Pfff! That was way too easy! Is it any wonder I couldn't remember it?

My friend introduced me to his friend at the hospital and he was lovely and in very high spirits. It turned out he knows a friend of mine. He invited me to his birthday party later in the year. We stayed for about an hour and then walked to the theatre.

Parade, set in Atlanta Georgia in 1913, is based on true story about a Jewish man from Brooklyn who has been accused of the murder of a young factory girl and is sent to prison, even though he was innocent. It was superb and I thoroughly enjoyed it. I was sitting next to this young lady who was there to support her friend, who was playing the girl who gets murdered. She was so proud of her friend.

What a day it turned out to be, a real treat.

I'm so grateful to my friend for inviting me out in the first place.
I'm grateful to all the new friends I met that day.
I'm grateful to the United Grand Lodge of England for showing us what It's made of.
I'm grateful to the organisers and participants of the "Thames Festival."
I'm grateful to the hospital staff.
I'm grateful to everyone at Donmar for putting on such a wonderful show.
I'm grateful to Leo Frank whose story the musical was based on.
I'm grateful to everyone who made that day so special.

Thank you Infinite Love for putting on such a perfect show of a Day.

All my love.

Enocia

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Chance Meeting? I Think Not

2007-09-14T09:50:00.000+01:00

So I got off my penultimate bus and stood at the bus stop to wait for my next bus. For a moment, the man I was standing next to reminded me of someone I knew. I turned my back on him to focus on the road. The man prodded my back and said "Enocia, is that you?"

It was my friend!

After exchanging hugs, I asked him what he was doing in that part of town. He said he was waiting for a bus to take him home. I told him he was at the wrong bus stop and that he needed to catch a bus, the one I was waiting for, to the local bus station and then connect to another route from there.

My friend said while he was on a course earlier, someone mentioned something about a blog and he thought about me. It had been just a passing thought. Later that evening he found himself using routes he didn't usually travel on until he found himself at the bus stop where we met.

"Well, you have to be careful what you think of," I chuckled, "because they do get manifested."

"Yes, they do, don't they? That's why you have to be of a pure heart and think only good things," my friend said.

We travelled on the bus together and I showed him where he could get his next bus home.

It's wonderful how the Universe conspired to get me and my friend together; the rest was up to us.

Enocia

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Omnipotence

2007-09-13T14:29:00.000+01:00

As I was leaving the library, I offered the security guy a jam doughnut. He pointed to his stomach and said he would put on weight if he had some. He said he only had to think of a doughnut for him to put on weight.

I told him I don't put on weight. It doesn't matter what I eat, I always stay the same. He refused to accept that I didn't do any heavy duty exercises like running or going to the gym. I reckon he thought I was a long-distance runner or something. I told him that I do have an idea about my ideal weight, affirm it, and it stays that way.

My friend's comment about doughnuts got me thinking. If he can put on weight by thinking of a doughnut, what else is he capable of. Imagine every time he sees a doughnut and he thinks of joy or peace or love or money. Just imagine!

Come to think of it, maybe I haven't been using my superpowers correctly.

By the Power of Doughnuts, I command that every time I think of jam doughnuts I look ten years younger.

So be it.

Goo, goo, ga, ga.

Ooops, I think I've overdone it slightly.

By the Power of Doughnuts, I command that every time I think of jam doughnuts I am full of joy.

That's much better.

I am Omnipotence.

Enocia

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Jekyll and Hyde

2007-09-13T10:07:00.000+01:00

Jekyll and Hyde originate from Robert Louis Stevenson's book Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde where a man has a split personality: one that's meant to be good and the other evil.

I believe we all have our own unique identities as Jekylls. In order to survive in this reality we live in each of us wears different masks. There's a mask for work, with friends, when you're at home, etc. It's all very well wearing a mask as long as you realise it's only a tool to accomplish a certain goal. The problem starts when you identify so much with the mask that you mistake it as your identity. This gives rise to the Mr Hyde character who then takes over.

Everywhere I look there are Hydes. Hydes love and are addicted to drama. Let's say two Hydes are having a relationship and one "wakes" up for a moment and realises he is actually Jekyll acting like a Hyde. Unless he's very disciplined he's bound to slip back into the old habit of drama, control, fight or flight routine. As long as you have another Hyde feeding your character, the drama continues.

Occasionally, you meet people who refuse to play the game of Hyde and seek. They know who they are as Jekyll and stick to being Jekyll. By being true to their Joy, Jekylls are able to inspire those who are stuck in their Hyde character.

Yesterday I met up with a friend. The strange thing was while my friend looked the same, talked the same, and walked the same, I could sense he wasn't the same man that I feel a lot of affection for. That man in front of me was an impostor who had temporarily taken over my friend's body. Even when we exchanged hugs I felt there was something different about him. When we stopped off somewhere to chat it felt like I was speaking to a stranger, who was going through the motions and using the right words, but he was ice cold. As he relaxed more I started to see elements of my friend, but the impostor was doing a fine job of keeping him hidden. By the time we parted company he was almost back to himself. I hope my friend stays true to the Joy that he is.

Because I live in an environment that is constantly being bombarded with Hyde values and beliefs, it is important, I find, to have a practice or discipline that constantly reminds me to be true to myself. These include:

Being in silence and communing with Self.
Communing with one who is being true to his or her Joy.
Following my joy.

Alternatively, I could always choose to be Mr Hyde. Nah!

Personally, I have no time for Hydes. Why would I choose to love a shadow?

Loving a shadow is like living with an actor. He's been playing an angry man on stage and he's still feeling very angry. When he comes home, his wife senses he's still in character. She knows that encouraging this character is asking for trouble. She helps him to relax and unwind and he releases the character. He's soon back to being the man she loves.

I can help someone in Hyde character to relax so he can be who he truly is. If he insists on being Mr Hyde, I would have to love him from a distance.

Jekyll forever.

Enocia

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Family Connections

2007-09-12T12:15:00.000+01:00

Yesterday evening I watched Kelly Osbourne being interviewed in the news about her latest role in the musical, Chicago. She said she'd been very nervous before her first performance because she was expecting to be slated by the critics. At one point she didn't think she could go on but her mother, Sharon, reminded her that she was an Osbourne and she should go on stage and make her family proud. The critics apparently loved her.

It got me thinking about the power of being part of a family. The family doesn't necessarily have to be blood but it could be religion, political or any group you feel a strong connection to. That family equips you with the resources you need to face any challenges the world throws at you.

I identify myself as Soul or Spirit or Vector8. We are all Vectors, spirit beings experiencing life. Each of us belong to different Vectors. Vector8 is my real family.

I know I make my family proud.

Enocia

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What’s Good for the Goose is Good for the Gander

2007-09-11T11:31:00.000+01:00

The following article was previously posted at my other blog: Vector8 writings. It is a piece I read from time to remind me to stay true to myself.

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What’s Good for the Goose is Good for the Gander

One decision I have struggled with is how to treat others. What is the loving thing to do? Do I put other people’s needs first, or do I focus on my own needs? I realise now that it depends on how one perceives reality. To cut a long story short, I now only take into consideration my needs and only my needs. What is good for me is good for all.

The way I see it, there is only Me. I am experiencing Infinite Enocia-ness, thus all there is is Enocia. The same is true for Mary, John, Peter et al. Since I am all there is, every choice I make has to be what brings me joy. My life is the manifestation of how I express my truth. Nothing else matters as nothing else exists. To put it another way, only One exists.

I’ve had intimate relationships when my partner has decided to end the relationship. I’ve heard the old chestnut: “It’s not you, it’s me.” (I’ve even used the same line a few times). At the end of the relationship, I felt rejected, angry and disconsolate. How could he do this to me? I tried to make him feel guilty. I tried to hurt him. I tried to change. I even tried to work things out. But we both knew there was no going back. It was only a matter of time when it was completely over.

However long it has taken me to get over a relationship, it has always been for the best. At the time it felt so wrong and unfair but I knew my partner had a right to do what felt right for him. What was good for him was always good for me, though it took a while for this truth to sink in. When I have ended a relationship I have always known it was the right thing to do, and I knew the other would get over it, eventually.

In the same way, I use the same principle to live my life. I consider what makes me happy. If my actions bring me joy I do it. I write what expresses my truth. I do what I love. It doesn’t matter if I’m having a discussion with someone. I choose the words that make me feel joy or expresses my truth. Since there is only Me, I am speaking to myself. Would I choose to hurt myself? What other choice is there?

I am aware others might read into my actions the way they want to. They might even find my truth offensive. I can’t help that! Neither could my ex-boyfriend help how I reacted to ending our relationship. I might not have liked it but I had to deal with it.

How could you say you have to put your needs first? Where would you be if your mother put her own needs first? What kind of a world will we have if parents put their needs first? I would say the same truth applies. If you follow your desire to love and nurture, it makes you want to have a family. You then get to express that desire to love and nurture others which involves putting your children’s needs first. It’s part and parcel of raising a family. I have other needs. My stories are the equivalent of giving birth and raising a family. Writing is what gives me joy. Expressing my truth is what I love doing. Raising a family, in the human sense, does not.

When I make a choice of focusing only on what brings me joy and expressing my truth, the dilemma over freewill is resolved. There is no longer anyone’s freewill to consider. There is always only the one choice of Self-expression. And I trust others to do the same.

I believe if we all did what we loved, the earth will be instantly transformed to nirvana. It’s a paradigm that hasn’t been tested as people are too busy trying to sort other people’s lives instead of expressing their joy. I say, do what you love and everybody is happy.

“What’s good for the goose is good for the gander.” Too right!

I am Joy,
Enocia

Peace in All Things

2007-09-08T10:00:00.000+01:00

My mother has had it in mind to have the flat decorated for some time now. Today the decorators started the work. At first glance it seemed chaotic but I know all is well because there is Peace in all ways.

Here's a timely reminder about the power of Peace that was previously posted at Home Sweet Home! - The Sequel.

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Peace that Passes all Understanding

It's good to be in silence. I would always encourage people to practise a technique that assists in stilling the mind; meditation is one of many techniques available. I've been practising meditation for many years and I'm quite a master at it. One thing I do know is that the tangible "peace that passes all understanding" is revealed by Peace Itself not by one's efforts.

As Peace that I am, I can still think and have a conversation and it doesn't take that Peace away. How come? Because all is Peace; Peace is the thoughts, the words and the actions.

Peace is not only who I am, it is the organising principle of the universe. What do I mean by this? This Peace is the intent that makes things happen. When I wish, for example, to get from A to B, that wish or intent is Peace. Peace organises reality so I can arrive at my destination, effortlessly. From the human perspective it might appear as if I'm taking detours or there are even obstacles, but from the perspective of Peace, all is well.

This morning my mother asked me to run an errand for her which meant going on a slight detour. I figured the errand was part of my day. Just as I arrived at the bus stop I saw it leaving. Although there was another one parked at the stop, I decided to walk to the main road where I would have a choice of 3 buses. Again, I noticed another bus I wanted at the bus stop. I didn't feel like running so I let it go. Soon a woman who lives in the neighbourhood joined me at the bus stop. She said she'd been twisting and turning at home and ended up leaving later than planned. She was now running late. She wondered why drivers took such long breaks. She said they were only meant to stop for 5 minutes but some drivers do what they like. She obviously needed to let off steam so I made the right noises to reassure her she was being heard while I stayed in my peace. After she'd calmed down, she asked me if I was going to the park. I said I had an errand to run then I was going to the library, and maybe visit a park later. She said, "It's amazing how you can find peace in the park." I smiled. It's interesting how she was picking up on the theme of the day: peace.

I asked her where she was headed. She said she was going to do some last minute shopping for her holidays tomorrow. Her children have organised a trip to St Lucia, her place of birth, to visit her relatives. I remember she shared a story with me which I wrote about in an article called Coming Home. I asked her what time her flight was and what airport she was leaving from. She said she didn't know. Her kids would ensure she gets to the right airport and catch her plane.

"You sound like the Queen who doesn't worry about arrangements," I giggled.

"My daughter also found it funny," she laughed. "She said 'Mummy, what time is your flight?' I said, 'Why are you asking me? You've got the ticket. It's up to you to take me to the airport and for God to take me to St Lucia.' My daughter laughed and laughed."

"Yeah, why worry about details when you can let God take care of it for you?"

We got on the bus and we chatted some more about her holidays. Then I wished her bon voyage and got off at my stop.

So, that's why I missed two buses so I could receive this timely message from my friend. The Peace of God is like the complete trust my friend on the bus has that all is well, as far as her holiday is concerned. Peace organised the trip and bought the ticket so Peace will arrange for her to get there and take care of her needs.

When you know all is Peace you realise seemingly annoying incidents such as missing your bus, delays, traffic jams, etc are merely ways Peace organises reality so that Its intent is met perfectly.

All is Peace.

Enocia

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Nipping It in the Bud

2007-09-07T14:59:00.000+01:00

So I what if I had a disagreement with a loved one. It doesn't mean I have to continue it to the next day. I can nip it in the bud by choosing to love now.

I choose love now.
I love you now.

Enocia

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Intertwined Destinies

2007-09-07T14:25:00.000+01:00

A few months back, a friend asked me to help her with a letter she was working on to apply for a place at university to study Psychology. I told her she would get in no problem.

I haven't seen her for a while but I've often wondered how she is.

Today I saw her in the library. She said she has been away in Portugal for a month. She said she bought me a mug and when she was less busy she would like to invite me round her place for dinner, and to collect my mug.

The good news is she's been offered a place to study Psychology which starts soon. She seemed very excited about the prospect. I was very happy for her.

I believe we are all here to help one another fulfil their dreams.

Your destiny is my destiny.

Enocia

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Fashion Consciousness

2007-09-07T13:34:00.001+01:00

The other day while I was in town I noticed a shoe shop, which used to be at Oxford Circus, was now closed. The shop has been there for so long, to me, it was synonymous to Oxford Circus. I've even used that shop as a landmark when I've arranged to meet up with friends. I couldn't believe it wasn't there anymore. I wondered where they'd moved to.

Yesterday on the bus in the west end, a woman sat next to me. The first thing I noticed was she had the same shoe shop's carrier bag with her. I told her I'd noticed the shoe shop had closed at Oxford Circus. She said she had noticed it too but the one she had been to was in Chelsea. I thought it was amazing how she had sat next to me though. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep, then I heard a voice speaking.

"It's hot today, isn't it?"

For a moment I was bewildered and wasn't sure where I was. Then I remembered I was on a bus in the west end and that the voice was coming from the passenger beside me.

"I didn't realise it was this hot until I came outside," I said.

"Looks like we're having an Indian Summer. It's about time we had a proper summer."

"Yes, might as well enjoy it as long as it lasts."

It's amazing the British preoccupation with the weather. It's a great way to break the ice. Don't know what to talk about? Just chat about the weather and you've got a mate for life.

"Do you live around here?" I asked.

"No, I live in Sloane Square. There are lots of fashionable shops around there, aren't there?"

"Yes, they do."

"What about you, where do you live?"

"In North London."

"Near the countryside?"

"No, not that far out."

"I like living in London there are lots of nice parks to go to like this one." At the time the bus was driving via Hyde Park. "They always have lots of nice events there, don't they?"

"Yes, I went to see the Tour de France recently, which started off in Hyde Park. It was a lot of fun," I said.

"Really? Well, I don't cycle myself."

"I also love Richmond Park, I said. "I spent some time there last summer."

"I love Richmond Park too."

"The closet park near where I live is Hampstead Heath, which I also love. I go there frequently."

"I have a friend who lives near there. I don't like going to the Heath on my own though because it has all those dark spots. You never know who's hiding in the corners."

"Now that's interesting because it's the dark places that appeal to me. I love that I can find places to hide in or explore."

"Don't you get scared?"

"No."

"I guess some people are like that, they have no fear."

"It's not that, it's just that I trust in people's good nature. Besides, I'm too busy loving the park to think of being scared."

"Well, you have to be careful you know."

"Hum, do you live alone?" I said.

"Yes, but my son visits from time to time."

"And you feel quite safe?"

"Yes, the area is quite safe," she said. "When you have a routine like a job it makes you feel secure."

"I guess so." I said. I was wondering what that had to do with anything.

"I've been off sick and registered disabled so I can't work."

"Oh I see. But you do go out, don't you?" I said. "Don't you have other things you can focus on?"

"Yes, I do. I love going to art galleries. I design my own clothes. I love fashion. I read fashion magazines and go to the V&A Museum to keep up to date with what's in fashion."

I noticed my friend's face had lit up while she was discussing her love of fashion.

"My mother was a tailor, you know," she continued. "My son is also into fashion. Everyone in my family is into fashion. There's nothing better than getting dressed up. It makes you feel so good inside."

"It's good to have something you're passionate about," I said. "And I'm sure the clothes would rather be with people who love them."

"I've just come from Camden," she said pointing to her plastic bags.

"Oh yeah? Did you pick up some good bargains?"

"Yes. Things are so cheap compared to the shops in Sloane Square."

"I go there sometimes. I sometimes buy my jeans from there."

"I'm not the type to wear the same kinds of clothes. I don't like dressing too young or too old, it's important to get it right. I like wearing different colours. Sometimes I end up looking like a clown," she giggled.

At the moment my friend was wearing a purple jacket. I couldn't tell how old she was though she'd indicated that she had a grown up son. I guess she was probably in her forties.

"Yeah, I like Camden but I wouldn't go there on a Sunday though."

"Why?"

"Because it's chock-a-block. But it's good if you're looking for a good bargain."

I noticed her nail vanish and lifted one finger to have a closer look.

"Wow, that's unusual!" I said.

"Do you like it?"

"It's interesting."

"It's luminous green. I like these kinds of colours. My son sometimes paints my nails for me."

"It looks good."

I also admired her rings.

By then we were approaching the last stop.

"It's been nice talking to you," she said.

"Me too. Keep enjoying your love of fashion."

I waved goodbye to my friend and we headed off in opposite directions.

On my journey home I thought about how fashion conscious my friend was. Fashion is how she loves being herself, it is her joy and makes her feel alive. When you are busy being yourself in whatever form it takes, fear is the last thing on your mind.

Thank you, dear friend, for a lovely journey.

Enocia

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Detour

2007-09-06T11:01:00.000+01:00

At some point during my bus journey, instead of crossing over a junction and going straight, the bus turned left.

"What bus is this?" I asked the woman beside me.

"It's the 476," she said, "it's just going this way because they are digging ahead."

"Oh good, I thought for a moment I had got on the wrong bus," I chuckled.

"I know what you mean. You tend to panic when the bus is not going where you expect it to. He's going to turn in the next right and we'll back on track. At least that's what he did yesterday."

"Thank you."

Sure enough, the bus turned into the next road on the right and we were back on track, way ahead of the roadworks.

I have observed that in order to avoid any "obstacles" life tends to take detours. The trick is to realise that it's always headed in the right direction that's appropriate for me. During the detours there are always wonderful gems to discover along the way.

No matter what the appearances or the delays, everything is unfolding perfectly. Relax and enjoy the journey.

Enocia

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Good Intentions

2007-09-05T15:21:00.000+01:00

The other day a friend bought me some fast food take out. I haven't had this kind of food for years. Because of his good intentions, it tasted like Ambrosia of the gods. It was the best fast food I'd ever had.

Earlier today I bought a cheese and tomato sandwich at the local supermarket. At first it didn't look at all appetising. However, when I saw it as being prepared by God, I felt all the love and good intentions that went into preparing that sandwich and getting it to the supermarket. The sandwich was transformed into the most delicious sandwich I had ever tasted.

My point is that it's not really what you do but the intention behind your actions which is always good. Some people are expressing the original good intentions and some are not. Even if they aren't, the moment I tap into Love's original intention, I get to experience Heaven on Earth.

I see, hear, feel, taste and smell only good.

Enocia

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Everyone's a Winner!

2007-09-04T12:09:00.000+01:00

I was speaking to a friend the other day who said business was a bit slow. In thought I blessed it and prayed that it would prosper.

Does this mean I was playing favouritism? Not at all. No business is an island. When one business expands, its clients also have to expand to accommodate its needs. In other words, supply and demand are one.

Another example - two people who are deeply in love appear to be focusing only on each other. In truth, their love is being radiated to the universe and everyone is being blessed by their devotion to one another.

When my mindset is that of win-lose then reality appears as if there are losses and gains. However, when life is experienced from the level of Cause i.e. Infinite Love, I can see perfectly that despite appearances to the contrary, what blesses one always blesses the all.

Everyone's a winner!

Enocia

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All is One

2007-09-03T15:32:00.000+01:00

I look solid, don't I?

When you touch my body it feels solid. Prod me hard enough and I might hurt.

But the moment I think of myself as Love or "love is all there is," the feel of my body changes. I lose all sense of having limits. It's like I'm everywhere and nowhere.

What happened to the body limited to time and space?
What happened to time and space?

Time and space and the body merge into one.

Love is all there is.

Enocia

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Where Do You Focus Your Attention?

2007-09-01T15:35:00.000+01:00

I've been reviewing this piece which I wrote a while back that was previously posted at my The One in All blog. I find it to be a very timely reminder for me.

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Where Do You Focus Your Attention?

I have noticed that when I am looking at something, there is a light aura around it. As I focus on the object the light around it expands. More on this later.

Picture this. You open a book to read and instead of finding words on the page like you're used to, you see a block of letters. Allyoucanseeisjumbledwords (All you can see is jumbled words). It would be totally meaningless. You would have to try and make sense of these letters.

The Universe is like a bunch of letters jumbled together without any meaning. It is your consciousness, your beliefs and expectations, that bring meaning to it. Your beliefs and expectations are your intention. To experience a reality is to create order out of apparent chaos.

The other day on a bus journey it was very hot and sunny. I was sitting upstairs, right in front, enjoying the view. I could have sat at the back in the shade but I liked where I was sitting. I could easily have focused on myself as Spirit so I don't feel the heat, but I couldn't be bothered. I simply wanted to be in the shade. I asked the sun to tone down its glare but it only seemed to glare more brightly. I turned my attention to what I wanted to experience - shade for the entire journey. The bus turned into a road where my side of the bus was in shade. Great. At the next road I was back in the sun, but I focused on shade. I noticed as we drove by, there were trees providing shade.

A young boy and his mother got on and sat on the seats adjacent to mine. The boy complained that it was too hot and he wanted some shade. His mother suggested they sit at the back but the boy wanted to sit in front. Interesting. Here I am asking the Universe for shade, and a boy asking his mother for shade. He lay his head on his mother's lap and she provided some shade for him. At one point he raised his head just in time to find the bus stopping underneath a tree. He pointed this out to his mother.

In the meantime, I continued to see only shade. I was so focused on shade that when there was no shade it still felt cooler. For the rest of the journey the sun hid behind the clouds and I enjoyed a cooler journey.

Years ago I went on holidays to Australia to visit my boyfriend. It was summer in Australia at the time and we spent a month travelling in his campervan from one national park to another. I couldn't cope with the heat. At one point, I collapsed with heat stroke. I also kept wishing it would rain. To make matters worse, there were all these flies I couldn't stand. I even got stung by a fly which was a shock to my system. My boyfriend said he'd read about flies stinging people in text books but never realised it was possible until it happened to me. The more I thought about flies the more they seemed to appear. Eventually I got used to the climate and it felt a lot cooler. I even got used to the flies; or maybe I learned to appreciate them. I doubt it. Ha!

Later, I realised that I had so focused my attention on heat and flies they were magnified in my experience. I found out from my friend that as soon as I left Australia, it started to rain. My friend got stuck in his campervan for a while because the roads were flooded. Ooops!

The next summer in London I applied what I had learned about focusing only on what I wanted to experience. When it was hot, I focused on the breeze and cool weather. I found in my reality it felt cool while consensus reality was experiencing a heat wave. There have been times when I've had my cardigan on and seen people with shorts and t-shirts. I would be surprised to learn that the average temperature that day was in the high 80s while in my reality it felt like 71 degrees Fahrenheit. Oh well.As you can see cold and heat, glare and shade, all possibilities exist in the same space. Wherever you put your attention is what you will experience in your reality. The more you focus your attention on something, the more of it you will experience. Why? Because you are actually drawing to you much of the same.

Now, it begins to make sense about having a belief in something whether it is a belief in God or a particular doctrine. To believe is to have an intention. When you consistently give your attention to a belief, you are perpetuating that intention which is magnified in your experience. Here are a few examples in the scriptures:

"O magnify the LORD with me, and let us exalt his name together." (Psalm 34: 3)

"I will praise the name of God with a song, and will magnify him with thanksgiving." (Psalm 69: 30)"

And Mary said, My soul doth magnify the Lord, and my spirit hath rejoiced in God my Saviour." (Luke 1: 46-47)

I believe in the One Power called Love that is in all. When I give my attention to a belief in a powerful being called God, I am magnifying God in my experience. It doesn't matter whether I'm making it up or not. All that matters is my experience of God. So it is good to believe in a God of Love, Wisdom and Power. It is good to believe that this God is the only power. As you magnify this God in your life you have the equivalent experience.

We all want to experience peace and love in the world. Infinite love, peace, wisdom, abundance, power exists now. You simply have to focus on what is. You can't have peace when your attention is on fear. Watch the news and you'll see what I mean. Imagine how many millions watch the news each day. By giving the news their attention, millions of people are unwittingly magnifying the situation. Of course, if the media's intent is to demonstrate love or peace then that intent would be magnified in people's lives. I love watching murder mysteries on television. My intention is entertainment and fun and it is that intention that has my attention, and it is my fun and joy that is magnified. I don't expect murder to be magnified because that is not my intention. But the media doesn't see things that way. The media's intention is to give out information, at least what they consider to be information about wars and disasters which is magnifying fear. You can't have peace if your focus is on disasters. As I have written elsewhere, "The world will appear to be in pieces until we realise peace is."

There was a time in my life when I was very fearful. I had been meditating for years, and had even experienced cosmic consciousness many times. By cosmic consciousness I mean when you realise yourself as the Light in all. Yet, I felt immense fear. I believe once you have experienced yourself as the Light, your thoughts are very powerful indeed. If you only focus on fear, you will end up feeling even more fearful. I was also praying for the fear to go away and tried many different techniques, but my focus was on the fear and not on peace. I started focusing on being peaceful. One thing that really helped me was chanting. I would chant Hari Krishna whenever I could. I made sure there was no space between thoughts for me to panic about something. I also started reading passages from the Bible, even memorised a few. On my walks I would repeat Psalm 91 over and over again until the Psalm came to life within me and wiped out the fearful thoughts.

In the beginning of this piece, I spoke about how a light aura appears around an object that has my attention and how the light magnifies the more I focus on the object. This light is the essence of all creation. The Light plus intention, i.e. my beliefs and expectations bring about creation, i.e. that which I experience in my reality.

Attention (Light) + Intention = Reality

The peace that we seek already exists within the All There Is. We are the All There Is. To have peace I don't focus on fear, nor do I try to get rid of or fight fear. I focus on peace instead or focus on God.

Attention is very powerful indeed. What you focus your attention on will magnify.

I magnify only Good, at least what I consider to be Good, in my life.

Love, Peace and Light,
Enocia

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Holy Shit!

2007-09-01T13:08:00.000+01:00

WARNING: THIS POST IS NOT FOR THE SQUEAMISH!!!

Earlier this morning I did some number twos which, as usual, were ere tiny pebbles of floaters. After I flushed the toilet I noticed two of them were still hanging around. I noticed one was a heart shape. After a few minutes I flushed again but the heart shape one still kept hanging on. It was only at my third attempt that it finally went down.

That's Love for you, constantly reminding me of its omnipresence.

Enocia

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Switching Off

2007-08-31T12:32:00.000+01:00

On some of the buses in London, they have a computer system that announces what the next stop is and the bus's final destination. On the bus I was in the announcement but it was announcing the final destination was Waterloo, which was in the opposite direction. I thought it was funny how the voice sounded so confident when it was so wrong.

After a while I was sick of listening to the wrong information. I wondered if the driver was aware of this. I thought it would be nice if the driver would just switch off the system. Either my intention didn't get through or the driver was ignoring it. The voice kept reminding us that it was terminating at Waterloo. I decided to disconnect from the Voice by being in silence. I was now experiencing my journey from stillness and I could no longer hear the announcement. I was soon aware that it had gone quiet for real on the bus. I looked up and saw that the driver had switched off the system.

I could see that when I'd put out the intention to experience a reality with no announcement, I wasn't able to receive it because I could still hear what I didn't want to experience. When I switched off my hearing sense, I was able to be in the stillness where all realities exist as unmanifest energy, including the one with no bus announcements, which was then made manifest.

Sometimes it's nice to just switch off the senses and simply be.

Enocia

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It's a Funny Thing Intention

2007-08-31T10:24:00.000+01:00

On one level, life seems chaotic and full of accidents, missed opportunities, and challenges. However, when life is experienced from Cause there are no accidents or missed opportunities. It's all working perfectly. Here's one such example.

Over the last few months I've been carrying my mother's shopping bag. It's a white crotchet bag which you can either carry in your hand or hang over your shoulder. I would put my stuff in a plastic bag and then put the plastic bag in the shopping bag. Two days ago a young lady admired the bag and asked me where I had bought it. I said it was my mother's and I didn't know where she'd bought it from.

While I was getting off the bus yesterday, I must have picked up the plastic bag inside and the crotchet bag must have slipped off. By the time I realised, it was too late to retrieve it. I was unhappy about the loss because it was my mother's and I had become very attached to it. I prayed for the bag to be returned. Later that day, I returned to the bus station to see if it had been handed in but it wasn't. I was given a telephone number to call.

When I told my mother about the loss, at first she seemed upset then she said not to worry about it; these things happens. I was still determined to have my mother's bag or at least discover why I had "lost" it in the first place.

Earlier today before I left home, I called the number I was given to find out whether the bag had been found or handed in but it wasn't. My mother told me not to worry about it. She said as the bag is very pretty, someone else will have picked it up and was now going to make good use of it. She said for a long time when she wasn't using it, she had intended to include the bag with clothes and stuff she usually sends to her relatives in Sierra Leone, but she decided not to because she didn't think they would make good use of it.

Aha, so her intention was to give the bag away! Although I had been using the bag, I never considered it to be mine. I always thought I was borrowing it. In a funny way my mother's intention had come true. Someone else was going to make good use of it. If only I'd accepted the bag as mine, I would have continued to enjoy our time together. Never mind!

It's a funny thing intention - once you put out an intention it has to come true, one way or another.

There are no missed opportunities. It's all working perfectly.

Enocia

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To Whom It May Concern

2007-08-30T14:18:00.000+01:00

The reason why I don't affiliate myself with any spiritual discipline or school is because of the expectations that come with different paradigms. Besides, who I am doesn't fit into any known paradigm, model or world view; I am simply being myself the only way I know how.

Just so you know:

I am not anyone's teacher or guru.
I am not here to save anyone.
I am not here to show people how to be themselves.

What I share in my blogs are reminders to myself about ways that have worked for me, and experiences that have inspired me to trust in myself. They are not meant to instruct anyone in any way. If you find what I share useful, good; if not, good.

If you have set ideas about how I should act then it's your misperception, not mine.

The only rule I follow is mine.

Enocia

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No Comparisons

2007-08-30T14:12:00.000+01:00

There is a series on television at the moment called Britain's Favourite View where various celebrities nominate a city or landmark they are very fond of such as The Lake District, Stonehenge, London, and Isle of Skye, and viewers have to vote which of these cities or landmarks should win the coveted title, Britain's Favourite View.

Personally, I can't choose between any of the areas nominated. For instance, the Lake District is picturesque and beautiful, yet, I can't compare it to London because both have are special and appealing in their own way. I guess I won't be voting for any then.

I believe while every day emerges from the eternal Now of Inexhaustible Love, I see each day as unique and filled with its own wonder. When I start to compare one day with the next, then I perceive one day as better or worse than another and according to my perception so is my experience. On the other hand, when I accept each day as unique of itself, then I expect each day to be full of its own magic.

Earlier on my bus journey I left a bag I had with me on the bus. I wouldn't have minded so much if it was mine but it was my mother's. At first I was frustrated with myself for not taking care. After I chatted to a friend via email about the experience who was very supportive I let the experience go. I would love to have the bag returned of course so I can have more experiences of it. I also know there are lots more bags to enjoy.

I believe we are all unique and magical in our own way. Let us stop comparing ourselves and start appreciating who we are as the Wonder that we are.

Enocia

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Making Things Happen versus Letting Things Happen

2007-08-29T11:42:00.000+01:00

On the bus I noticed an advert for a college. Its slogan was something in the line of making your future happen.

Actually, I've tried making things happen in my life and it's caused me nothing but grief, some of which I'm still trying to resolve, or make it resolved. Hahaha.

I believe there are two paradigms, or ways of seeing to experience life: "making things happen" or "letting things happen."

The paradigm of "making things happen" is based on the belief that we create things from scratch. This paradigm involves a lot of thinking about the many outcomes and possibilities, which is enough to drive anyone bonkers.

The "Letting Things Happen" paradigm is based on knowing that whatever desires I have already exists otherwise I would never have had the idea in the first place. Since it already exists, all I have to do is let it happen in the most effortless way. The idea could be expressed through me or independent of me. There's no need for me to fret because what is truly mine will come to me.

For example, in What a Lovely Surprise!, I wrote about how a friend I see in the library gave me some information about the Tribes of Israel and how they match our star signs. It wasn't something I was particularly interested in but I knew someone who was - my mother. As a matter of fact two days before she'd "entertained" me with her knowledge of the twelve tribes of Israel. She shared a mnemonic she had devised which enables her to remember them in order. As soon as my friend gave me the gift, I knew it was a gift for my mother. She was very happy when I passed it on to her.

We both marvelled at how I had received it so soon after she'd been thinking about it, and the way it had come to her. I couldn't even begin to think how I could have possibly made that happen. All I knew was my mother had the love for this idea and the Universe had conspired to give her what she loved through my friend, through me to her.

I guess my point is that I'm through with trying to work things out or making things happen. I would rather trust in what I know to be true:

If I can think it, I know it already exists.
If I can think it, I know the thing is seeking to express either through me or another medium.
If I can think it, I know that all I need to do is let it happen.

Enocia

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What a Lovely Surprise!

2007-08-28T16:17:00.000+01:00

The other night my mother shared the 12 Tribes of Israel in order. I was dead impressed that she remembered them. Then she told me she had a mnemonic that she uses which helps her remember all twelve.

Reuben, Simeon, Levi, Judah, Issachar, Zebulun, Dan, Gad, Asher, Naphtali, Joseph and Benjamin.

Guess what? A friend I see at the library has just given me a laminated page called "Tribes to Stars - How your Tribe of Israel matches your Star Sign" with all colours representing each sign.

I told him about how my mother had memorised the Tribes and that I was going to give it to her as I know she's going to appreciate it.

It's amazing how many wonderful ways Love surprises us!

Enocia

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Forgiveness

2007-08-28T12:50:00.000+01:00

Imagine if you had a bank account with unlimited funds, would you worry about how much things cost? I certainly wouldn't. Why would I want to haggle? Who cares if I'm being overcharged or overcharged when I can afford it anyway?

I believe forgiveness is the ability to recognise that I have unlimited funds in my love account, which enables me to love again and again and again no matter what.

Enocia

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Being the Cause

2007-08-28T10:16:00.000+01:00

One of the reasons why being true to myself is very important to me is because that's when I am being the Cause.

What do I mean by Cause?

Cause is my essence and the loving intent that gives rise to all that I am experiencing. As Cause, I am being that which is unchanging and true. Love is love is love is love forever...as is peace, joy, happiness, freedom, wisdom, beauty etc. These things can never change. When I'm not being the Cause, I'm tossed from pillar to post, one minute I'm happy, then I'm miserable; I'm confident one moment and afraid the next. If I look to someone who is not ensconced in Cause for my happiness, then I'm never going to be happy. I'm going to be in state of flux and judgment. Only when I am being the Cause can I find fulfillment in life and be truly happy.

When I am thinking from the Cause level, then I experience the whole universe as coming from the Love that I am, and all that I experience resonate my Joy. There are times when I experience something months or years even from when it was originated at the Cause level. I had one such experience this morning.

On the bus the driver made some kind of announcement but I didn't hear what he was saying or I wasn't paying any attention. I did notice, however, this man I sometimes see on my travels get off the bus, and I wondered why. It was only when the bus turned down away from the usual route that I realised what the driver's announcement had been about: the route was being diverted. It was too late for me to get off the bus, so I decided to relax and enjoy the ride. It was then I realised that the journey was demonstrating Cause in action.

For a long time now I've wondered where this road leads to. One way I could have found out was hopping on a bus that goes down that road but I wasn't motivated to do so. Now I was finding out for real. So while it seemed like my journey was being delayed, it wasn't really. Why? Because I was the Cause of this journey. It was my wish to experience this route that had brought this experience into manifestation, albeit months later. During the journey I projected love to everyone involved and thanked them for making my dream come true.

I recently met someone with whom I feel knew a deep connection with. The moment we met we knew it was planned at the Cause level, albeit taking 40 years to come into manifestation. While our meeting has had a huge impact on both our lives, I know it's for our highest good.

I am the Cause of all my experiences.
That Cause is the Love that I am.

Enocia

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Being the Feeling

2007-08-27T14:57:00.000+01:00

As I was relaxing on the sofa watching television, I could feel myself sinking deeper and deeper into that sweet place of absolute bliss. After what seemed like hours I "woke" up to discover I didn't know who I was, where I was or if I was up or down. I was a feeling of sweet love, joy and bliss. I stayed in that space for ages until I was brought back into memory.

Later when I was sitting up watching television I fell asleep, again. When I woke up I looked down at my foot and saw that it was the colour of gold. For a moment I had forgotten who I was then I remembered I was sitting in the living room and my foot returned to normal.

It's good to forget who I am and just be the feeling.

Enocia

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Love Never Dies

2007-08-25T09:51:00.000+01:00

As I was browsing on the Internet, alternating between watching music videos and reading on a forum, I felt something ticklish on my forehead. I reached out to touch it but it was too fast. It crawled round my neck. I grabbed whatever it was, and flung it on the table. I discovered it was a little insect, a gnat. It was curled up and appeared lifeless.

"Ooops, sorry! How was I to know it was you?" I thought. "Could you at least move so I know you're OK?"

Nothing happened. I sent it love and went back to reading. After a few minutes I looked across at the gnat and I could see signs of life flickering away.

"Good, good! Move around, let me see you move!"

The gnat stayed still. I continued reading while keeping an eye on my friend. After a while the gnat started walking though it wasn't exactly in a straight line.

"You're walking! Excellent! How about you walk across the table? I need to see you're OK."

The gnat staggered towards the keyboard and crawled underneath it.

"What are you doing under there? I don't want you getting squashed again!"

I lifted the keyboard to check if it was OK and it was still moving. I moved the keyboard away from it but the gnat walked back towards the keyboard.

"If you want to hide underneath the keyboard, that's fine with me. As long as you're OK."

I focused on the piece I was reading. Then I saw the gnat crawling from underneath the keyboard and walking away. It looked a lot stronger. Even its wings looked almost back to normal.

"I'm so happy you're feeling alright, mate! Look after yourself and stay out of trouble!"

I watched my little friend until it walked to the edge of the table and disappeared.

It's wonderful to see that Love never dies.

Enocia

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What Makes the Difference

2007-08-24T12:44:00.000+01:00

While I was waiting for my bus, I had my nose buried in this week's Sport magazine. This week's issue (#41) has Roger Federer, the tennis champion, on the cover. I always make it a point to read articles about him because I really admire him.

I looked up and saw my bus had arrived and was just leaving.

"Oh no, that was my bus and I've missed it!" I said out loud. "Oh, never mind!"

"There'll be a 230 arriving shortly," a man sitting beside me said. "You could catch it and change at Blackhorse Road."

"No, it's OK. Another bus will turn up soon enough."

I went back to the Federer interview and the following caught my attention.

It's often reported that you had quite a temper when you were young, yet you seem so calm on court now. How did you curb it?

"I enjoyed going crazy actually, that was part of my character. It was the way I was - I was very emotional and very outgoing. My parents would try to tell me that I would have to relax if I wanted to become a successful player. I was like, well thanks for telling me, but I can't help it - it just happens. Eventually, though, I did grow up and start to become more mentally and physically stronger. Also, I've now won more than 500 matches on tour. If I'm going to play 1,000 matches in my life, it's just not possible to go on some kind of emotional roller coaster every time. So I told myself to take it a little bit easier, which helped me start to play better, which in turn then enabled me to become more mellow on the court."

Although we did see a glimpse of the less mellow Federer at Wimbledon this year, when some of Hawkeye's decisions didn't go your way...

"Yeah, but it's okay to get frustrated with something other than yourself, because after that it's always easier to refocus. I'm not a fan of Hawkeye and I never will be - I just don't trust it." Roger Federer - On Top of the World by Sarah Shephard

I like that Roger accepts who he is, even when he was (or gets) emotional. He then made a choice to master his emotions. No wonder he is the world number 1!

Things happen, so what? Why beat yourself up about stuff? At least I get to choose again in the next moment.

Enocia

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A Day to Remember

2007-08-24T10:20:00.000+01:00

Today is meant to be my special day.

First thing this morning my older brother rang to wish me Happy Birthday. I haven't spoken to him in a couple of months. He said he would be coming round later with a card and gift. My mother came in to wish me Happy Birthday and I received a card and gift from her. Another friend called and sang Happy Birthday and wished me a lovely day.

I've also received several birthday greetings via emails too, which were lovely.

EJ: I'm not knocking all this attention I'm receiving today. In fact, I love it! Why is it I can have all this attention on this one day and not on others?

Vector8: Because the "law of people" states that we are all meant to be pampered on this one day and not on others.

EJ: That's a stupid law. What's stopping me from getting pampered every single day?

V8: You mean you want to be cherished on other days that are not your birthday?

EJ: Yeah.

V8: Oh, you mean Christmas Day, don't you?

EJ: No, I don't mean Christmas Day. Besides, not all of us celebrate Christmas.

V8: There's always Valentine's Day when people celebrate love.

EJ: Why should I have to wait till then to be loved?

V8: When then? You can't possibly expect to be cherished on other days when they are not special!

EJ: Says who? Every day I am here is special to me. Every day is my day. The only one stopping me from being pampered and cherished every single day is me.

V8: In that case, if every day is special and you expect to be pampered then that's exactly what you will receive.

EJ: Too right!

Today is my special day, and it's a day I allow myself to be pampered and cherished; as was yesterday, tomorrow, the next day, and the next...ad infinitum.

Enocia

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Can We All Play?

2007-08-23T13:03:00.000+01:00

So I went with a friend to a museum. As we were walking around it, I suddenly felt exhausted. How can I be feeling tired when I know my nature is Love, which is inexhaustible energy? I realised at that point I was experiencing the museum as an individual that's separate from everyone else in the room.

I decided to tune into the Infinite Self, the All There Is. It was no longer "I" as Enocia exploring the museum but the entire universe exploring the museum. I instantly relaxed and felt better.

Does this mean when I'm one with the ALL I lose all sense of my own identity?

No, I am still very much conscious of my own unique individual identity with her preferences. I simply experience life as the Infinite Self that is one with the ALL.

I find the game of life is a lot more fun when we're all playing the game.

Enocia

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My Recurring Theme Tune

2007-08-21T11:53:00.000+01:00

Someone finds salvation in everyone, another only pain
Someone tries to hide himself, down inside himself he prays
Someone swears its true love until the end of time, another runs away
Separate or united, healthy or insane

And to be yourself is all that you can do
To be yourself is all that you can do
To be yourself is all that you can do
To be yourself is all that you can do Be Yourself, Audioslave

As the bus I was in was approaching the next stop, where I intended to connect to my next bus, I saw the bus I wanted was in front of us. I decided to stay on the bus I was in and let my bus follow the one in front. I figured that somewhere down the line, my bus would overtake the one in front and I'll be able to catch it further down. As soon as I had the thought, the bus in front sped away and we were caught in a traffic jam. We eventually caught up with the bus at another stop. As soon as my bus attempted to overtake it, it sped off again. Our "catch me if you can" game continued for a few minutes with our bus following close behind but never able to overtake the one in front.

Our game reminded me of being true to myself. By myself I mean the Me that is infinite wisdom, joy, creativity, love, light and uniquely me. Being true to myself is the equivalent of steering a car or any vehicle. The driver is there to keep the vehicle in a straight line. When the car veers to the left or right, the driver steers it back to the middle.

Every moment of every day is an opportunity for me to be myself. The moment I feel myself veering to the left or right, I feel sudden anxieties and the next thing you know I'm worrying about the future or the past. I could stay to the left or right for endless moments and get lost or I could steer myself right back in the middle and keep on the path that is uniquely me. I've noticed that when I am being myself, I am in perfect harmony with everything around me. It's like I'm experiencing a reality where there is only me in different guises.

I could see that by wanting the bus I was in to overtake the one in front I was veering off the beaten track. I decided it was time to stop being concerned about the bus in front, and give no thought to the one behind. I was happy to simply enjoy the journey and be in the moment. The bus in front sped away and we never caught up with it again.

Later on down the road I got off and waited for another bus. At that bus stop there are three different routes and only one was suitable. The next bus to arrive was the one I wanted.

When I checked my email, I noticed one from a friend called "Relax, Fly, Be Free." She said for some reason I'd been in thought for the last two weeks and had decided to send me an article I'd written. Knowing how much I love StarTrek, she'd also attached the Star Trek Voyager - Theme tune . I re-read the piece and was drawn to the following:

I've had to learn the hard way that trying to convert others to my way of seeing doesn't work at all. When I'm trying to fix or change someone, I'm giving out the signal that I'm unhappy with myself; for the other I'm trying to change/fix is no other than another version of myself experiencing a different reality. So I find it best to let others be and simply be myself.

[...]

So instead of trying to convert someone to my way, to paraphrase Mahatma Gandhi, I would rather be the change I want to see in the world. Then the world shape-shifts into who I am being. I Would Rather Be Myself Than Convert Others

I could see that my friend had picked up on when I've been careering off the road.

It's always the same old theme tune: Be Yourself, Be Yourself, Be Yourself. In other words, focus on the middle path. Funny how the Universe sent me a copy of my own article to remind me. Thank you, dear friend, for the timely reminder. :-)

Be yourself and the world changes accordingly.

Enocia

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Living in the Moment

2007-08-20T12:28:00.000+01:00

How I experience life depends on my model of reality. I am going to describe what I mean using 4 models.

Birth-------------Present------------------->>-------Future----------->>>

Model 1

Model 1 represents my current life right here on earth. I was born into a certain bloodline and inherited certain genetic and physical traits and have acquired certain habits along the way. All that I am in the present is a result of nature and nurture. In other words, the past affects who I am in the present; and the future consists of what I am dreaming in the present.

I also know that I am lot more than this human experience and know that I existed before, which leads to the next model.

Pre-birth------------Birth---->>------Present----->>-------Future----->>>

Model 2

In Model 2, I exist before birth. My parents and life experiences were decided during Pre-birth by myself as Spirit. This also suggests that who I am at the moment is really based on MY choices at Pre-birth which influenced the decisions I've made leading to the relevant experiences I've had in the Present. What I experience in the Future as in later, tomorrow, next week, next month, next year, 10 years etc have nothing to do with my present decisions or dreams but what I planned to experience during Pre-birth. This plan is what I refer to as My Blueprint.

Where did Pre-birth originate? This leads to the next model.

No beginning------>>------<<------Enocia------>>-----<<-------No End
Model 3

In Model 3, there is no beginning or end, just endless moments of being Me as Spirit. In fact the Pre-birth period emerges from timelessness. It's the equivalent of having an Enocia Day every single day...forever.

Life as I am living it is actually an integration of models 1, 2 and 3 thus:

No beginning------[Pre-birth-----Birth------Present-----Future]----No End

Model 4

Every moment I am experiencing life as Me that is Infinite Love.

Enocia

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Footnote

2007-08-18T12:25:00.000+01:00

I wrote in a previous piece about a man I observed in the library who was trying to work on the computer, but was being distracted by his young daughter.

Today in the library, a librarian asked me if I knew how to insert footnotes in a document. I said I did. She asked me if I could assist a user. The person turned out to be the same guy I'd seen the other day.

I showed him how to insert footnotes. He seemed a lot calmer today. I note his daughter was nowhere in sight though.

It just shows there is always a footnote to every story.

Enocia

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Love's Embrace

2007-08-18T11:44:00.000+01:00

I woke up this morning
Into a dream
Of pure delight -
Your chuckles
Reverberating everywhere.
I lay in your laughter and
Let your smile
Soothe my cares away
Until
I was ready to face
A brand new day
Of joy.

Enocia

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It's All Perfect

2007-08-18T11:30:00.000+01:00

My friend told me he couldn't meet up as planned because there was a problem with his car. I prayed about it and even suggested my friend did the same but the verdict was that it would take a few days to have it sorted. At first I was disappointed because I was looking forward to seeing him, then I became still and asked within. The answer I received was "It's OK, everything is working out perfectly." If everything is working perfectly then not meeting up on that day must be in perfect accordance with who I am being.

Later on my way home earlier than usual, I waited and waited but no bus arrived. That's very unusual for it to take this long. What's going on? Actually, what's going on with me? Is it because I am not in harmony with who I am? That can't be; I know everything is working out perfectly. Although I hadn't experienced that moment before, I knew I'd already experienced it in Spirit. I had a feeling that a very ostentatious looking red car was going to drive right by. Within moments the very same car went by overtaking the ones in the traffic. Aha, I'm meant to be here after all.

A woman I knew joined me at the bus stop. We chatted for a while then her bus arrived. After I had been waiting for half an hour (there was a clock close by), my bus arrived, but it was packed full. I decided I was going to get on anyway. A man who had just appeared at the bus stop told me he'd seen another bus behind, which was probably empty, and suggested that I wait for it. I let the packed bus go.

After waiting and waiting and no bus appeared, my friend realised that the one he'd seen behind had broken down. Now it made perfect sense why the previous bus had been so full, it had picked up the other passengers from the broken down bus. I playfully told off my friend for making me miss my other bus.

My friend said he was off to work, but he still had lots of time to get there. He said he didn't live that far away but sometimes it takes over an hour by bus when he's easily cycled it in fifteen minutes. We chatted about different shifts people work. He said he knew people who worked a cycle of 12 hours a day for 7 days and had 7 days off. He said it was fine if you're single but if you're married it's not fair on your partner or family. I said I used to work for the London Fire Brigade Personnel Department where we recruited firefighters, and the firefighters worked a cycle of 4 days of 12 hours shifts, and then had 4 days off.

"Yeah, I have a friend who was a firefighter but retired early. He used to have other jobs on the go because of his time off."

"I'm not surprised."

"It's a really good job. I always wanted to be a firefighter but I'm scared of heights," he said.

"It's pretty tricky to be a firefighter if you're scared of heights," I chuckled. "I used to have a fear of shops."

"Shops?"

"Yes, I would feel sick to my stomach when I went into a shop, any shop, and felt like going to the toilet."

"How old were you?"

"From my late teens and my twenties. I eventually got that fear sorted out."

"It just shows that we are not all perfect," he said. "I just wish my girlfriend would realise that."

"Why? Is she trying to change you?"

"No, it's not that, it's just that she's scared. I reckon something happened to her in the past. I keep telling her time will heal and you can't let the past get to you but she won't listen."

"Oh, that's a shame," I said. "How long have you been together?"

"Three months."

"Do you like her?"

"Yeah, I ain't felt like this for anyone in forty years." He suddenly looked bashful and looked away.

"I know exactly what you mean. I met someone recently and it's the first time I've felt this strongly for anyone in my forty years."

I gave him a brief history about how I met my friend and how things were currently between us.

"It really hurts when you feel so strongly for someone and can't do anything."

"I know. It will work out you know. Things always work out for the best," I said "Hey, for all you know, we were meant to meet up this evening to chat. Maybe, that's why our bus got delayed."

"It must be fate!" he chuckled."

"I guess so."

My friend told me about his recent holidays at a friend's villa in Egypt. He said I would like Egypt. He didn't care much for Cairo, which he said is about half the size of London with twice the population.

Our bus finally arrived. According to the clock, I had been waiting for an hour. If I had walked, it would have taken me around 45 minutes.

On the bus, my friend and I sat together. He continued to share places he'd been to in the Mediterranean and recommended various islands I would like. He said he's even worked in a bar in Spain but the British and the Irish community didn't get on too well and he got sick of it. I told him about my trip to Australia. We soon arrived at his stop. He told me his name was Ian. We shook hands and said goodbye.

It's amazing the wonderful guises that Love appears in. As my friend, Love appeared as a white, skinhead guy, with a working-class accent. Go beyond the appearances and we realise we both want to love and be loved.

Sometimes, even when there are delays or when cars break down, everything is working out perfectly. Why? Because love is all there is.

Enocia

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Are We There Yet?

2007-08-17T13:10:00.001+01:00

While I am aware of lots of spirtual principles and even have friends that I chat to on forums, I don't follow any particular spiritual discipline. I find they appear to be on a never-ending journey towards enlightenment. We can help you get to Nirvana but you've still got so much work to do. You need to study hard, be more disciplined, release those emotions, practise more meditation, forgive, bless others, forgive some more, clear your karma... etc...and it all takes time. In the meantime, excuse the pun, please keep studying with us.

Are we there yet?

No.

Are we there yet?

Nope.

Are we there yet?

No! Go to sleep. I'll tell you when we get there.

The way I see things, life is a never-ending journey to nowhere and it is one that I, as Infinite Self, have laid out for myself.

Are we there yet?

You've always been there, silly. Right here and now.

Enocia

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Following My Blueprint

2007-08-16T10:02:00.000+01:00

"Lo, this only have I found, that God hath made man upright; but they have sought out many inventions." Ecclesiastes 7: 29

Have you ever had experiences that have been so natural and effortless? It was pure joy. I certainly have. And there have been times when I have tried hard to make some experiences work and only ended up making myself sick and miserable. What makes some life experiences so effortless and others such hard work? I believe it has something to do with whether I am following my blueprint or not.

What do I mean by my blueprint?

I believe God is all there is and God is omnipresent Love, that exists in all time and all space. This means that everything has already happened in God. Put another way, God has already prepared all things that is there to make life beautiful, joyful, good and perfect for me. Still another way to put it - God has already experienced an eternity of infinite joy from my vantage point, which is my blueprint. I'm here to follow that blueprint and bring it into manifestation.

Every new day emerges from that blueprint. God has already arranged experiences for me to have and people to meet that resonate with my blueprint. As part of the package comes perfect health, peace of mind, and all the resources I need to help me express who I am.

Now I have a choice whether to step into my blueprint that has so lovingly been prepared or to ignore it and create my own reality that is totally different from God's blueprint. What happens when I try to create my own reality is that I'm coming from the premise that there is a vacuum. As the saying goes "nature abhors a vacuum." Therefore, the moment I dream up a vacuum, I'm going to dream up something to fill it up.

Let's look at an example of how filling the vacuum works. Let's say I've gone for days without hearing from a loved one. Instead of trusting that all is well, I use the vacuum, the lack of contact, to dream up all sorts of scenarios why my loved one hasn't been in contact. Before you know it, I'm making myself sick with worry. If my loved one is susceptible, I may even influence him with my concerns and he might start feeling fearful and "creating" equivalent situations based on his feelings. Before you know it, my worst fears have come true confirming that I was right to worry about my loved one after all.

In the meantime, God's perfect blueprint of infinite joy is untouched by my inventions. I find the easiest way to step back into my blueprint is to know there is one and my knowing gets me back on track.

I woke up this morning bright and early. I felt the excitement of a new day of following my blueprint. I decided that instead of catching the bus I would walk to the library where I planned to write up this article and do some work. The weather was just right, neither hot nor cold, with a lovely breeze.

As I walked, I noticed one side of the road was chock-a-block with traffic while the other side was free flowing. The traffic symbolises when I am not following my blueprint. It feels like there isn't enough time or resources and I get into competitive mode. I could always kid myself that there is a lot to learn from being in a stressful situation. The free flowing lane represents when I'm following my blueprint; I have all the time in the world and life is effortless.

When I arrived at the library, I noticed that the part of the library I prefer to work in, which the librarians call my "office", was already occupied. I could hear a girl crying.

"What's that racket coming from my office?" I laughingly asked one librarian.

Just at that moment the girl's father came to the counter. He seemed stressed and asked if he could be moved to a computer in the children's section as he couldn't keep an eye on his daughter while he was focused on his work. He said he was afraid she was going to run out of the library. He was hoping the children's section, which is a lot more secluded, would have things that would keep his daughter entertained. Although the librarian was reluctant to do so as it was against their policy, she allocated him a computer anyway. I was allocated the man's computer, my office. The man was soon back sitting on the computer beside me. Maybe, the children's section wasn't suitable after all.

His little girl was restless and wanted to play, but he was focused on his work. She kept moving from table to table. When he asked her not to touch something, she did anyway. Then he would tell her off and she would start crying. At one point the girl was fiddling with an equipment and I brought this to the man's attention. The man told her to sit in the corner, but the girl was soon back on the equipment. I looked at her and in thought I sent her my love and asked her to leave the machine alone. The girl moved away quietly. It seemed to me that the man and his daughter needed to step into their blueprint that is perfect peace and harmony.

I have come to realise that instead of trying to make things happen, I simply need to religiously follow my blueprint. Then the right people and situations that resonate with who I am unfold effortlessly at the right time and in the right order; and life is pure joy.

Enocia

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Love and Expectations

2007-08-15T13:49:00.000+01:00

Is it possible to love without having expectations? No, as long as there is life there is expectation.

Let's take the sun as one example which is forever shining its rays indiscriminately on all things come day or night. And yet, the sun has an expectation to shine. That expectation has been built into its programme otherwise it would run out of energy.

I have many expectations. I have an expectation that I would wake up every morning and have a body that gets out of bed, walks to the bathroom, expect the toilet to carry my weight; water from the tap; etc.

I have an expectation to be true to myself, which means following my heart no matter what society believes. It's important for me to live by my own rules here and now. Part of being true to myself includes knowing that I don't have to wait to "die" or be "translate" into another realm to live a life of eternal happiness; I can be happy and in eternal joy right here and now, with a lot of help from my friends of Love and Light, whose purpose it is to make my dream of heaven on earth a tangible reality. By heaven I mean a consciousness of experiencing all the spiritual attributes of love, peace, joy, wisdom, abundance, freedom wholeness, etc right in form.

Part of my dream of heaven on earth includes being with the man of my dreams. I don't have to wait to "die" first before I can be with him, I can be with him right here and now. I know we resonate at a deep level; he loves me as passionately as I love him; his desire is to follow his heart in all things. I don't expect to experience a roller-coaster relationship with him. I expect our love to be on an even keel where every day is full of joy and love and peace. I also have an expectation that I do not want any children.

Since I was a child, I've always known I came into this reality with a partner. I've always known that we were going to meet and I was going to marry this man. Right now I love someone very deeply who I believe to be the man I dreamed of as a child. On the one hand, my love for him is unconditional. On the other hand I have my expectations and it's up to him to choose whether he wishes to share my expectations right here and now or not.

I believe Love/Spirit/God who is appearing as all realities has expectations for all of us to be happy and prosper in all ways.

I love having expectations. How else am I going to express my joy?

Enocia

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Being Myself is All I Can Do

2007-08-14T12:56:00.001+01:00

I thought that I was in heaven
But I was sure surprised
Heaven help me, I didn't see
The devil in your eyes

You look like an angel
Walk like an angel
Talk like an angel
But I got wise
You're the devil in disguise
Oh yes you are
Devil in disguise Devil in Disguise, lyrics

I have observed that this dream reality we collectively refer to as earth has been designed to distract people from being true to themselves. Why? Because when you are being true to yourself, you are in your full power and self-sufficient. There is, therefore, no need to look to another authority to tell you what to do. However, there is a force in the universe whose purpose is to distract one from being true to one's true self. I believe that which distracts people is what religions refer to as the Devil or Satan. Being an anagram fanatic, it hasn't escaped my notice that "Santa" is one anagram for "Satan."

In the West, there is a belief in Santa Claus who is supposed to bring children gifts at Christmas until they stop believing in Santa. Mind you, I believe and will always believe in Santa Claus, but that's beside the point. My point is that while Santa is meant to make us feel good about ourselves, Satan does the exact opposite. In other words, Santa giveth and Satan taketh away.

What has Satan got to gain from distracting us from being ourselves? When you realise yourself as your true self, life is magical. You become the cause of your dreams. Obviously, those who want to take control don't want that to happen. Satan is simply a mindset that keeps one in bondage. Satan's purpose is to bombard everyone with conflicting beliefs to distract people from realising their true potential.

I have observed that while there isn't a damn thing I can do to stop Satan's silly tests, I can be disciplined and focus on being myself. In Staying On an Even Keel, I wrote that the way I maintain staying true to myself is "I practise: being in silence; giving and receiving love; doing what I love; [and] asking Infinite Love to raise me up and keep me in Joy." When I am being myself, I am in my full power which means I am in control of my thoughts and emotions.

I also find that part of being discipline involves staying alert to what is going on around me to avoid being mesmerised by appearances. Here are a few examples.

I was on another bus journey. When we arrived at a stop where I could get off to catch another, I didn't feel like getting off because it felt like way too much effort walking to the traffic light and crossing the road. I figured I would stay on and change further down the route, which doesn't involve crossing heavy traffic. Lots of passengers got on at that stop. The bus engine was suddenly turned off. Now what? Maybe I should get off. No, I don't feel like getting off. Whatever it is will be resolved shortly. The bus driver soon came upstairs and announced to passengers that he wasn't moving the bus until passengers, who sneaked in through the back doors without showing their passes, got off the bus. Passengers looked round as if trying to spot the "culprits." I could see the experience for what it was: a temptation for me to get worked up and not be myself. I refused to buy into that reality. In fact, I was happy to stay on the bus all afternoon if need be. After a few minutes a few passengers got off. They didn't look like they had just got on, but I guess they didn't feel like hanging around in the bus. After those passengers got off, the driver turned the engine back on and we were on our way.

Yesterday evening I met my mother at the local bus station and we caught the bus together. I gave her a copy of the poem, Today by Thomas Carlyle, which she'd asked me to download from the Internet. There's nothing my mother loves more than recalling snippets of a poem from her youth and asking me to print it off for her so she could memorise it afresh. While we waited for our bus, she read the poem and was beaming with pleasure. Then our bus arrived. We sat in the first two seats near the driver. At some point the driver's opened his cubicle and flung the door so wide that it nearly squashed my mother. After we alerted the driver, he closed the door. Mum said she was going to have words with him for nearly hurting her. I didn't see the point, it wasn't as if the door had touched her. However, if that's what she wanted to do, then so be it.

At the last stop mum approached the driver. She told him that his door had nearly injured him. The driver said the door would never have injured her but mum insisted it could have. The driver wasn't taking mum seriously. I would imagine bus drivers are used to people complaining, it's water off a duck's back. Mum didn't get any joy from him and we left.

As far I as I saw it, that was another test. I didn't take the bait because I could see right through the experience and was able to stay in my joy regardless.

I currently have someone in my life I care very deeply for. I've been going through a period of adjustment as it's been ages since I've felt so strongly for another human. At first I felt this roller-coaster of emotions. Fortunately, I've been able to draw on my discipline to focus on being in my joy and love him from that space. If I sense that I'm picking up on his stuff, all I have to do is raise myself back to my peace, which also helps to lift him back in his peace.

Anyone who lives in Britain is aware that the weather appears to be unpredictable. One day it's lovely and warm the next it's pissing it down with rain. They are now attributing this constant change to global warming. I believe it's more linked to people's emotions which are all over the place. When there is a sudden wave of emotions, this is manifested as climactic conditions, which the weather forecasters then use to predict the coming trends. This is when I focus on being myself regardless.

I can't change how people react to situations but to paraphrase the Audioslave song called Be Yourself: to be myself is all that I can do.

Enocia

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See also YouTube videos: Devil in Disguise; Be Yourself - Audioslave

Song of the Day

2007-08-14T12:36:00.000+01:00

I love this song: Be Yourself - Audioslave

Artist:Audioslave
Album : Out of Exile
Song: Be Yourself

Lyrics:

Someone falls to pieces, sleeping all alone and someone kills the pain

Spinning in the silence, it finally drifts away
Someone gets excited in a chapel yard and catches a bouquet
Another lays a dozen white roses on her grave

And to be yourself is all that you can do
To be yourself is all that you can do

Someone finds salvation in everyone, another only pain
Someone tries to hide himself, down inside himself he prays
Someone swears its true love until the end of time, another runs away
Separate or united, healthy or insane

And to be yourself is all that you can do
To be yourself is all that you can do
To be yourself is all that you can do
To be yourself is all that you can do

And even when you’ve paid enough, been pulled apart or been held up
Because every single memory of the good or bad phases of luck
Don’t lose any sleep tonight
I'm sure everything will end up alright

You may win or lose

But to be yourself is all that you can do
To be yourself is all that you can do Lyrics

Be yourself.

Enocia

Inexhaustible Love

2007-08-13T11:39:00.000+01:00

Here hath been dawning another blue day:
Think wilt thou let it slip useless away?
Out of eternity this new day was born.
Into eternity, at night will return.
Behold it aforetime no eye ever did;
So soon it forever from all eyes has hid.
Here hath been dawning another blue day:
Think: wilt thou let it slip useless away? Today by Thomas Carlyle

There was a time when I believed I needed to create drama in my life because I thought life being in joy must get boring after a while. I soon discovered that there are infinite ways of being in joy. When you are so busy expressing your joy, what room is there for boredom?

Yesterday I thought I would go for a walk around Finsbury Park. The strange thing is I've lived in North London for practically all my life and I've been aware of that park, but I've never taken a walk around it. The only time I've been there was when there was a music festival and I went to listen to it with some friends.

I figured it was about time I explored that park, yet a part of me wasn't too thrilled about the idea. I even changed my mind about going but some unknown force compelled me to get off the bus I was in and head off to the park. When I entered the park, it looked like any ordinary park with lots of open spaces, and the trees were few and far between. I still wasn't feeling the love vibe. Then I had a thought that instead of comparing this park to the ones I'm fond of, why not accept it as it is? My perception was instantly transformed and I could appreciate the park as its own unique character. I watched guys play football. I noticed a squirrel who came close by me expecting some food, but I didn't have any; I could only give him my undying love. Fat lot of good that will do to a starving squirrel.

Then I felt the same force pull me out of the park. That's funny, I haven't even explored the park yet. Instead, I noticed a sign leading towards a place called Highgate Woods about 2 miles away. I followed that path which was lined with blackberries. I happen to love blackberries. I stopped to speak to two women picking berries and asked one if I could have a few. She let me have some. She said they were going to make fruit juices; one was going to have blackberries and ginger, and the other blackberries and Sorrel.

As I walked I continued plucking berries and eating them until I got sick of berries. I actually liked this path, it was more like walking in a forest and it felt a lot cooler than the park I had just left.

Oh, bloody hell, here I go again comparing the two places!!! ;-D

Anyway, there were lots of joggers, cyclists and joggers to keep me company.

I pondered about how many new ways there are to express one's joy. In fact, every single day is a new gift waiting to be unwrapped. I don't even need to go looking for the new, the new unveils itself right where I am. All I need to do is to be willing to let the New take me on its endless journeys of exploration.

After I came out of the woods, I found myself in a part of North London I wasn't familiar with until I noticed a bus route I use frequently. Yet, everything seemed brand new. I walked up one road and ended up in Highgate Village and explored the local park that I hadn't been to before.

Every day is a new day emerging from inexhaustible Love. The new unveils all the wonder and joy there is in that moment.

I didn't have to go further afield to express even more new joy, it was right there on my doorstep.

In eternal joy.

Enocia

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Staying On an Even Keel

2007-08-12T14:34:00.000+01:00

It seems like the human experience doesn't like people being on an even keel. You can't expect to be happy all the time. What must go up must come down. As the saying goes: "All good things must come to an end."

Well, I beg to differ. ALL GOOD THINGS MUST CONTINUE TO BE GOOD!

How do I stay on an even keel when emotions are constantly being tossed about from pillar to post? Well, this is where discipline comes into it.

I practise:

Being in silence;
Giving and receiving love;
Doing what I love;
Asking Infinite Love to raise me up and keep me in Joy.

That's all there is to it.

Life is not meant to be a yo-yo, life is endless joy.

Enocia

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Asking for Assistance - 2

2007-08-12T14:00:00.000+01:00

At the library I heard a young man, sitting across me on the computer, asking the librarian to help him with a document. She gave him assistance. Then he asked for more help and she gave him. After he asked the third time he didn't receive any help.

The young man was very upset and told me the librarian said she wasn't paid to help people with their computer enquiries. She recommended that he go on a course on computing. He asked if I could help him. He simply wanted a text cut from his email and pasted on Word, which I did for him. He knew how to print so I let him do it.

"I can't believe how cheeky that girl was telling me to go on a course," the young man said.

"Let it go," I said. "At least you've got your work printed, that's all that matters."

Love is inexhaustible. This means help is always available. If someone is not able to render assistance, Love will always keep sending other people who can.

Enocia

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Asking for Assistance

2007-08-11T13:19:00.001+01:00

As I was working in the library, a friend came up to me and asked me if I could help her to email a map to her friend. She said she wished she could learn how to use the email. I told her it wasn't a problem. Besides, it was good to see her again and have a chat.

I saw that my friend had downloaded the map. I saved it and tried attaching it as a document so I could send it by her Hotmail but the computer kept crashing. I suggested that if she could download the map from my computer, I would forward it to her friend on her behalf. I asked her what website she had downloaded the map from. It turned out my friend had not downloaded the map from the Internet but had received the map via email. Even better! It was simply a matter of forwarding my friend's email on to her friend.

After I finished sending the email, my friend gave me a big hug and a kiss which was luvverly.

We've been so used to doing things our way that the thought of asking for assistance is anathema. I believe Love wants me to continuously ask for His assistance in all I do. In fact I know that Love wants to be in complete control. How else am I going to live Heaven on Earth if I'm not totally dependent on Divine Love?

The trick is to let Love do the work in all things. Love will either do whatever needs to be done with our without my awareness or work through me or others. Either way it will be Love doing the work.

Thank you Love for all your help.

Enocia

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Love Message

2007-08-11T11:55:00.000+01:00

The following love message at 1 Million Love Messages touched my heart:

From: Hung, 25, Florida, Cute love quotes @ BoxofQuotes.com
To: Everybody in the world

You planted a seed of affection into my heart.
You nourished it with: your smile, your laugh, your touch, your ear, your lips, your breathe, your everything.
It bloomed into an invisible flower of love that only you could see.
My love.
The joy you have given my heart has made me a better man.
In my lifetime, I will spend the rest of my life planting endless fields of flowers of love that sprouts from my heart. Love Message -255-

This is my Field of Flowers of Love endlessly sprouting from my heart.

My thanks to Hung for his love message, to Mauro for setting up the website and all his love gifts, and for all the contributors at 1 Million Love Messages.

All my love,
Enocia

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Being Pampered

2007-08-10T11:53:00.000+01:00

I know I am Love but it's wonderful to play the game of receiving love.

Part of receiving love is being pampered. I love when my Beloved that is Infinite Love surprises me with wonderful gifts of pure joy through people and experiences.

Sometimes I like to pamper myself by putting my name on prayer lists and enjoy all the wonderful unconditional love energy flowing my way.

My favourite way I love being pampered is to simply call out for Infinite Love that is in all to be me.

I love being pampered because I'm worth it.

Enocia

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Seeing with Love's Vision

2007-08-09T13:13:00.000+01:00

To see with Love's vision is to see everything as it really is - Love. Love is the Source and everything that appears is Love. Yesterday evening while I was waiting for my bus, I observed someone who saw only with Love's vision.

A baby appeared and stood in front of me. He looked about two years or younger. He stared right into my face and said something which sounded like gobbledygook to me, but I'm sure his mother could understand him. I smiled at him and stroked his cheek. Then he moved to a man sitting close by and removed the man's pen from his pocket. The man smiled and let the baby play with the pen and he put it back. Then the boy went to speak sweet gobbledygook to another lady. She was concerned that the baby was on his own until she noticed his mother was standing behind us speaking on her mobile phone. The boy then climbed on the seat next to me and jumped on it as if it was a trampoline. Maybe, it was to him. I asked him what his name was. He told me but I still couldn't understand his baby talk. He jumped about some more. His shoe lace was undone and he pointed to it and said "shoe." I tied it for him and he continued jumping. When my bus arrived I said goodbye and he waved goodbye.

My point is that baby had a vision of Love. As far as he was concerned everyone was Love and there to have fun with. When his shoe lace was undone, he didn't call on his mother, he simply asked the next Love expression to tie it for him. When he wanted to play he went to the closest Love expressions he could find.

When I see everyone and everything as Love, life is endless joy!

Love is all there is.

Enocia

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The Gift

2007-08-08T15:40:00.000+01:00

So a friend gave me some money as a gift for me to treat myself. He was so happy when I accepted. I thought about buying a box of chocolate but then I thought of an even better treat. Why not get a packet of toffees that I can share with people I come across on my journey?

It's been such fun offering passengers toffees. Even when some have refused, they've been delighted that I'd offered them some.

There is so much joy to be had and it's even better shared, I reckon.

Thank you for the gift and being the gift.
I love you.

Enocia

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Earth is All Heart

2007-08-08T15:08:00.000+01:00

I've noticed that when I move the last letter of the word "earth" i.e. "h" to the front, the word is transformed to heart.

In other words, when I put Love first in all things, I am transformed from an earth being to a Heart being.

I don't live on earth but I live and have my being in the Heart that is Infinite Love.

Earth is all Heart.

Enocia

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More Things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio

2007-08-08T13:33:00.000+01:00

"There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy." --From Hamlet (I, v, 166-167)

Last night I was invited to a séance. The purpose of this Circle is to demonstrate through physical mediumship and communication of the continuation of life after death.

My own personal belief is that there is only Infinite Love appearing as infinite manifestations. Infinite Love is eternal Life here and now. Love doesn't experience the cycle of birth and death. However, in this dream called life on earth, I am aware that life and death seem to be occurring and that people appear to "lose" their loved ones who have passed on to the "other side." While I do not share the Circle's paradigm of the "after life", I support any idea which demonstrates through physical evidence that there is a whole lot more to life than what we can discern with the senses.

Although this was my first experience in this kind of setting, I was very excited, curious and open to whatever was going to unfold.

This is my take on the event.

The medium sat in the corner. His body was tied to a chair and his arms and legs were strapped to the arms and legs of the chair. I was asked to check to see if he was secure and I confirmed he was. The sitter that was closest to the medium had one arm tied to the chair and another sitter next to what is called the "cabinet", a empty space with a curtain around it, had his feet tied. This was to ensure that no funny business/charlatanism was occurring. The rest of us wore badges that glowed in the dark, which I presumed would alert anyone if someone was moving about. After the host read a prayer, the lights were switched off and it was pitch black. The host played some music on the CD. We listened to the first two songs in silence and sang along to pop love songs. It felt like we were having a Karaoke night in and it was quite fun.

The first thing I noticed when the lights were off was what looked to me like a purple mass moving around the room. Sometimes, the mass looked dark blue, then it went back to purple and then pitch black. In the background I could see badges glowing which indicated where the sitters were. After a while, the blackness of the room seem to come to life and even obscured the badges glowing in the dark. When this happened, I focused on the badges which took away the blackness for a short while until the blackness would get thick again and all consuming.

At some point I could hear movements and sounds from where the medium was supposed to be sitting. It sounded like something was being snapped or pulled apart, but then again that was my perception. Then I heard something being tossed to the other side of the room.

After we'd been singing for a while, a voice announced itself as some spirit entity that wanted to communicate. The host turned the CD player down and asked the entity, who had a male sounding voice, several questions about who he was and his purpose. He mostly discussed the energy they were using to appear and their ongoing experiments which I'm not privy to as it was my first sitting. Though I can't recall the actual conversation I thought it was interesting that the voice was being projected from a different part of the room. After the entity had been asked several questions he withdrew and the host turned on the red light. It was then we discovered the medium sitting in lotus position in the middle of the room free of all straps, while the chair he had been sitting on remained in the same position with part of the straps still in place.

Was I shocked to find the medium had been teleported from the chair to the middle of the room? Not particularly because I know all things are possible when you totally surrender to Spirit. The medium had been in a trance and had let Spirit move him. The host asked me if I was scared and I said I wasn't. I knew that Love was the only reality in that room and there was no room for any other reality. Besides, I was having way too much fun anyway.

I'm so grateful to my friend and host for giving me the opportunity to take part in that experience, which I thoroughly enjoyed.

All my love.

Enocia

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Gratitude and Kindred Spirits

2007-08-06T11:17:00.000+01:00

The first thing I thought about when I woke up this morning was how there is so much to be grateful about.

I am so grateful for the infinitude of Love that is made manifest as my life experiences. I am so grateful to the Love that sustains me in all ways

I chatted to my mother who had already had a shower and was getting ready to go out. I said the day was a lot cooler. She agreed that it was and said it didn't matter whether it was hot or cold, we should always thank God for the day. I thanked her for her reminder.

When I went to catch my local bus, I said hello to this elderly gentleman I've seen on many occasions but I've never spoken to. I asked him how he was. He said he was grateful to be able to experience the day. He said he was brought up to appreciate the moon, sun and the stars as God in manifestation which he's grateful about. He told me that people complain about the weather and yet they forget how cold it used to be in Britain. He said when he first came to the UK from the West Indies in the 60s, the winters were so cold people used to believe the cold weather was coming from Russia. I'm so grateful I wasn't around then.

On the bus my friend and I chatted some more. He said a lot of people take their health for granted. When someone threaten to or attacks someone, it's because he's in good health. The thought would not even cross someone's mind if he was weak. My friend said he always thanked God for his health. He told me a story about when he was 13 years old and one morning he went to fetch some water from a standpipe. While he was carrying it, a young man approached him with a machete. The angry man was the older brother of a boy he'd had a row with. My friend said he was trying not to drop his bucket of water but slipped and fell. He felt his hip and back give way and felt this sharp pain. Just before he was going to pass out he thought” Lord have mercy" and instantly his back was restored. He said he's always believed in the power of God.

While we were chatting my friend asked me if I went to church and I said I didn't but I believed in God. He said he also followed no religion but believed in God. I was so grateful to meet another kindred spirit.

I caught my next bus into town and changed to catch another one but the next one was taking a while to arrive. I thought of the wonderful bus service we already have in London and I felt really grateful. Just at that moment, I noticed a purple van for E-Courier across the road. Every time I see their vans they make me smile because they have such positive messages about smiling. The driver was playing the Bob Marley song - "One Love."

One Love
One Heart!
Sayin': give thanks and praise
to the Lord and I will feel all right

Yes, there is so much to be grateful for. Thank you driver.

The next bus to arrive wasn't the one I wanted. I figured I would get on and change down the road to another route. On the bus there was one seat available near the window. I asked the lady next to the seat if she could move so I could sit there. She looked as if she was in pain.

I admired her finger nails. She said they weren't her real nails, they were acrylic. She said she bites her nails. I told her they were pretty all the same. She said she still bites the acrylic nails which she likes eating for some strange reason. I told her that I could understand because I liked eating tissue paper. My friend said she liked eating paper. I couldn't believe I'd met another kindred spirit!

My friend told me she was in a lot of pain because she was playing Rounders yesterday in the park as it was a beautiful day. I patted her arm and told her the pain would pass. I asked her what park she had been in and she said it was Victoria Park. It happens to be one of the few parks in London I haven't been to. I intend to explore it as soon as possible because you never know, I might just decide to move out of London and I wouldn't want to miss out on that park.

It's amazing how the Universe sends kindred spirits who mirror what I'm being.

I am so grateful to love and be loved.

Enocia

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Love Communication

2007-08-05T13:38:00.000+01:00

Love is all there is. This means that no matter what the appearance it is Love in manifestation. The only snag is when one focuses on appearances, there is a tendency to judge it as good/bad or right/wrong etc. To avoid being mesmerised by appearances I find it best to focus on the Love that is in all. So let's say I want to have a certain experience involving someone else, instead of asking the individual, I prefer to speak to Love first i.e. the one Self in all.

I know that Love is like the sun that radiates Its love rays on everyone regardless of beliefs.
I know that Love doesn't judge any one's beliefs.

I then let Love appear as the situation.

After I had been exchanging emails with my friend, I told him that my time on the computer was nearly up and I wasn't going to extend it because I intended to go for a long walk. My friend said he was going to reset the computer so I could stay for another half an hour. When my time was up, I walked out of the building, intending to go for my walk. It was then I noticed it was pelting it down with rain, which put a dampener on things. There was no way I was going for a walk in that.

So I logged back in and emailed my friend. I accused him of using his "superpowers" on me, which had prevented me from going for my walk. My friend said he'd asked the Universe to let me stay put so we could continue exchanging emails. I was glad the rain had enabled us to continue our love communications, which turned out to be a lot of fun.

When my friend said he'd asked the Universe for me to stay, I believe he was referring to the Love in all. Love manifested the conditions necessary for me to stay and we were both happy.

These days I find I have to ask Love for everything, even going to sleep. Two nights ago I woke up with cramps on both feet, which were very painful. After I prayed for healing, I went back to sleep. My feet seized up again and I was in agony. Again, I asked for help and the pain was released. I went back to sleep and the cramp was back. It didn't make for a pleasant night. So, last night before I went to bed I asked Love to give me a good night's sleep and I had a peaceful sleep.

Today has been blisteringly hot and I haven't felt like doing anything let alone vacuum cleaning, which needed to be done. After watching some television, I asked Love to do the cleaning as me and it was effortless. I will be going for a long walk later as Love and I know it's going to be very pleasant.

I put Love first.
I trust in Love.

Enocia

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Grace

2007-08-04T11:22:00.000+01:00

A few days ago, when I went home and asked my mother how her day went. She said she hadn't been feeling too well. She said the day before her friend paid her a visit and brought some food. The food was very spicy, as in lots of pepper. Mum said her stomach was in agony that night and she couldn't sleep. She decided to stay home just in case. She vowed never again to eat food that spicy. I gave her a hug. I was glad she was feeling better.

Yesterday I went through the whole day without any food except snacking on a few wads of tissue paper, which I'm partial to. When I went home I had a bowl of Weetabix (breakfast cereal), some rice and stew, and a doughnut. Then I started feeling queasy so I had an early night. When I asked for help to heal the queasiness, I was reminded that I needed to see myself as Love that is infinite. Put another way, Love's stomach is infinite and can take as much food as I can eat. I was soon back to normal.

It's good to be loved regardless.

Enocia

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Always in the Mood for Love

2007-08-03T14:58:00.000+01:00

While I do feel like doing different things, I'm always in the mood for love. This means that whatever I'm in the mood for experiencing resonates with the Love that I am.

I believe life's purpose is to express who I am as Love in every moment, whether it's being involved in creative pursuits, giving love, sharing love or doing what I love. Even when I'm doing something I don't particular enjoy such as cleaning, as long as I'm in state of Love, then it's all good.

Love is all there is.

Enocia

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Love It!

2007-08-03T13:12:00.000+01:00

These days I have no idea what's on the music charts. When I occasionally watch MTV I'm bewildered by what passes off for music these days. From time to time, I hear kids playing songs that I like.

There is this one song I heard a while back and I liked the beat. I kept hearing it being played on people's mobiles and ringtones and I wondered what it was called. I couldn't quite work out what the lyrics were to look it up on Google.

Today while I was working on the computer in the library, two boys sat on the computer next to me surfing the Internet. They had the sound on and the music was blaring away. As he was having such fun I didn't ask him to turn it down. Then he started listening to the song I've been wondering about.

"Excuse me, what's that song called?" I asked the boy.
"Smack That."
"Thank you."

I looked it up on Youtube and I found it: Akon Feat.Eminem - Smack That.

I love it, not sure about the smacking part though! Each to their own. ;-)

Enocia

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Because I Love It

2007-08-03T12:12:00.000+01:00

Last night my mother noticed I had switched the TV channel to watch Sex and the City.

"I thought you changed it to watch something serious not 'Sex and the City' again," she said. "Why do you keep watching it?"

"Because I love it."

I know my mother isn't a big fan of SATC because it has a lot of sex scenes and it talks about sex but I love it. I believe I've seen every single episode at least 3 rimes but I still like to watch them, just like I love watching StarTrek reruns and my favourite TV shows and films or listening to my favourite songs.

I guess when something resonates deeply with me and I fall in love with it, I like repeating the experience over and over again.

I love what I love because I do.

Enocia

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Sweet Nothings

2007-08-02T15:25:00.000+01:00

OK I admit it, I hear a Voice in my head. Sometimes the Voice has insights and ideas but lately the voice has developed a one-track mind. It keeps saying "I Love You!" over and over again.

Alright, I get it, you love me. Change the record, will ya? :-)

Imagine if I went to see a psychiatrist about the Voice.

Psychiatrist: Tell me about the voice you hear in your head. What does it say?

Enocia: It says: "I love you."

Psychiatrist: I love you?

Enocia: Yes, I love you, non-stop.

Psychiatrist: What else does the voice say? Does it tell you to do things?

Enocia: Nope, just "I love you."

Psychiatrist: Are you sure that's all the voice says?

Enocia: Yes, I'm very sure.

Psychiatrist: Well, there's not much I can do about that.

Enocia: There isn't?

Psychiatrist: No, there isn't.

Enocia: Can't you at least prescribe some medication to silence the Voice.

Psychiatrist: I'm afraid not. As far as I can see, the Voice is harmless.

Enocia: You mean I'm going to have to put up with this Voice whispering sweet nothings forever?

Psychiatrist: Yes.

Enocia: Dear God, please don't let this be true!

Inner Voice: I love you.

Enocia: Aaargh!

Psychiatrist: I love you.

Enocia: Not you as well? Aaargh!

I love you all.

Enocia

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On Being a SuperHero

2007-08-02T10:24:00.000+01:00

A friend told me that while he was making himself a sandwich, he accidentally cut his finger with the bread knife. At first there was a lot of blood then he directed the Love that he is to the area which stopped the bleeding.

It got me thinking about something. If my friend can stop the bleeding and heal himself with Love, why didn't Love prevent the situation in the first place? I know I've had lots of experiences that could have been avoided but I've then reversed the situation by realising myself as Love. Is it possible accidents happen because one has forgotten one's identity or is there another purpose?

Later I watched an episode of a new series called Heroes, which I'd heard a lot about but hadn't seen before. It's about ordinary human beings with superhuman abilities. Some of the abilities include a police officer who can hear people's thoughts; a woman with superhuman strength; a girl who can regenerate her body; an artist who can paint the future; a young man who can affect the time/space continuum; a man who can alter his appearance and pass through objects. The only way these people get to explore their abilities is when they find themselves in certain situations.

For instance, the girl with regenerative abilities is attacked. When she's pushed she falls on an object that pierces her skull and she's killed. During the autopsy the surgeon pulls out the object from the girl's skull. The phone rings and the surgeon goes to answer it. In the meantime, the dead girl "wakes up", regenerates her body and sneaks out of the room. My point is she wouldn't have had the opportunity to express that ability if she hadn't been attacked.

Is it possible then that this reality was created in order for us to experience ourselves as superheroes?

The most famous fictional superhero is Superman. While Superman experiences life as Clark Kent, he is always aware that he didn't come from earth but he hails from Krypton. There's no way he would be able to fly or be so strong if he identified himself as human; he would be limited by his human beliefs. It is only during disasters that Superman gets to express his true identity, though he has to keep it a secret while he's experiencing life as Clark Kent.

I believe Autobiography of a Yogi by Paramahansa Yogananda is a book about superheroes. On one level, the gurus are ordinary humans and yet they are not. Why? Because these yogis identify themselves not as humans but as Spirit which make them have superhuman abilities, which they express when the situations arise. For instance, there is a yogi who can be in two places at once; a yogi who has lived in the same body for over 2,000 years; yogis who can resurrect the dead; yogis who can move at the speed of light; yogis who can leave their bodies at will; and even a yogi (the author) whose body remained incorruptible for a few weeks after he'd left the body.

The problem with being a superhero is that other people have to play the game of needing to be rescued. If we all identified ourselves as Spirit, there would be no need for the game of superheroes.

I believe that the only thing that is ever happening is Love.

Whether I forget my true identity as Love, Love is.
Whether I remember my true identity as Love, Love is.
Whether I'm playing the game of superheroes, Love is.

Back to my friend's finger cut. Love was the bread, knife and finger. When my friend cut his finger, Love was the blood flowing from the cut. When my friend remembered that Love is, his finger was restored.

It is possible that some people create experiences to remind themselves of their true identity as Love.

It is also possible that some people enjoy playing the game of superheroes until they no longer feel it necessary to be superheroes.

Regardless of the games I choose to play, Love is all there is.

Enocia

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Dare to Be Love?

2007-08-01T11:14:00.001+01:00

"Life moves pretty fast… If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it." Ferris Beuller

There are some films I watch over and over again and still find joy in them: Ferris Beuller's Day Off is one such film. I watched it again on television last night and I love it.

Ferris Beuller is a teenager in his final year at school and about to graduate. He wakes up one morning and decides it's too beautiful a day to be in school so he tells his parents he's not feeling well and he would like to stay home. They leave him tucked up in bed.

While Ferris is supposed to be "recuperating" he asks his best friend, Cameron, to come out and play, but he says he's too sick to go out. Ferris persuades him to come out anyway. Next, Ferris has to get his girlfriend, Sloane, who is already at school, to skip school. They come up with a story that Sloane's grandmother has died and she needs to be excused from school for that day. Cameron, impersonating Sloane's father, calls the school and asks for his "daughter" to be excused.

Ferris persuades Cameron to borrows his father's Ferrari, his pride and joy, to pick up Sloane from school, then they head off into town. They leave the Ferrari in a parking lot and ask a young man to look after the car. The young man and his friend take the Ferrari on a driving spree and have a ball.

The rest of the film follows Ferris, Cameron and Sloane's adventure. They go to a baseball match, eat at a fancy restaurant, go up the Empire State building, Ferris performs at a street carnival, and they relax in a Jacuzzi.

In the meantime, the Dean at Ferris' school has his suspicion that Ferris is not sick but has taken the day off school just for the hell of it. He goes to Ferris' house but his visit doesn't go too well - he's attacked by the family dog.

Jeanie, Ferris' sister, has a feeling Ferris is not sick at all. Why should he get to bunk off school when she has to stay in school? Jeanie is determined to prove that Ferris is not the perfect son their parents think him to be. So she goes home and discovers the dummy Ferris has left in bed which proves Ferris has been lying all along. Jeanie hears someone in the house, who she thinks is Ferris. It turns out it is the Dean. Jean knocks him out and calls the police to report the "intruder." The police end up arresting her for making a "phoney call." At the police station, Jeanie meets a young boy (played by Charlie Sheen) and she tells him why she's been arrested:

JEANIE
I went home to confirm that the shithead was ditching school and a guy broke into the house and I called the cops and they picked me up for making a phoney phone call.

BOY
What do you care if your brother ditches school?

Jeanie stares at the boy.

JEANIE
Why should he get to ditch school when everybody else has to go?

BOY
You could ditch.

JEANIE
I'd get caught.

BOY
So, you're pissed at him because he ditches and doesn't get caught?

JEANIE
Basically.

The boy nods knowingly.

BOY
Then your problem is you.

JEANIE
Excuse me?

BOY
Excuse you. You oughta spend a little more time dealing with yourself and a little less time worrying about what your brother does. It's just an opinion. Ferris Beuller's Day Off Script

Ferris' day out with his friend has a tremendous impact on Cameron. In one scene Cameron is describing his frustration about living in fear of his father. He takes out his frustration on his dad's Ferrari and kicks it until he makes a dent on it. Then the car rolls away and falls into a ditch which kills the car, as Ferris describes it. Ferris offers to take the flack but Cameron decides it's time for him to stop living in fear and face his dad.

I believe the film really is about challenging what it means to be true to one's self.

Are you a Cameron who is scared of being who he is?
Are you a Jeanie trying to change others to fit your model of reality?
Are you a Ferris who dares to be himself?

The film also demonstrates how the Universe is constantly supporting us in our beliefs. Because Ferris believes he deserves to experience his joy, the Universe supports him every step of the way by providing him with friends to share his joy and events to get involved in. Even his sister ends up becoming his ally. When Ferris is caught red-handed by the Dean at his school, his sister bails him out. Ferris manages to get in bed seconds before his parents enter his bedroom to check up on him.

Ferris Beuller's Day Off is an excellent demonstration of daring to be true to yourself and well worth watching again and again and again and again...ad infinitum.

I am Ferris Beuller.

Enocia

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An Experiment in Love

2007-07-31T13:40:00.000+01:00

After I received an email from a dear friend, out of curiousity, I decided to do an experiment. I replaced all the "I" words with "Love." It was very revealing; I was able to experience the One behind all actions - Love.

Love loves you.

Enocia

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Love Always

2007-07-31T12:49:00.000+01:00

While I was with my friend I felt his love was very intense and I felt tension around my heart, which made me feel breathless and nauseous. It was as if my heart was incapable of receiving his love. Then I had a thought that the way to melt the tension was to love with all my heart. So I loved and I loved and I loved and my heart opened up to receive more love, which made me love even more.

A lot of people have been conditioned to protect themselves from being hurt. Don't protect yourself, love.

When one is feeling fearful, one instinctively wants to run away. Don't hide, love.

Love always.

Enocia

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Vision of Love

2007-07-30T11:58:00.000+01:00

The bus I was in drove by an empty coach. At first glance there were of course no passengers on board. Then I had a knowing that what I was seeing wasn't the truth of reality at all. My vision changed and I saw that the coach wasn't empty, it was filled to the brim with light.

I saw that the bus I was in was full of light as was everywhere. I could see that what looked like empty space was in fact full of light. There is, therefore, no space but light, light and more light.

I was letting Love see as me.

When I let Love see as me, then I can see there are no gaps at all. There is no space. All of life is full. Then I get to experience this Light in manifestation in every moment whether it's from my own perspective or other people's vantage points.

Before I caught the bus, a couple were taking photos of some sculptures on top of a building. I asked them what they were as I'd noticed these sculptures only recently. They told me they were part of the Anthony Gormley installation taking place at the Hayward Gallery. We got on the bus together. During the journey, some passengers in front of me pointed at various architecture, which I hadn't noticed before.

I also noticed that after I'd being seeing all space as full of light, I didn't have to wait for my bus connections. In other words, there were no gaps; they all arrived as soon as I needed them.

I let Love see as me.
Light is all there is.

Enocia

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Hand in Hand

2007-07-30T10:27:00.000+01:00

While I was sitting at the park a toddler and her mother walked by. She waved goodbye to me. It was as if she'd discovered waving was another way to use her hand and she was experimenting with it. I waved back. She looked back and kept waving.

I thought of the many wonderful things we use our hands. Hands can soothe, stroke and caress. Hands can make wonderful things that give people so much pleasure. We could even play games using our hands.

Right at that moment there was a game of cricket in progress. The guys were all dressed in white and looking very serious. They used their hands to bowl and bat. After a few minutes they took a break. It's the only sport I know where players take long breaks. Everything about cricket is so laidback. I wonder how someone came up with the cricket idea?

Guy 1: Fancy a run?
Guy 2: No, I'm too knackered.
Guy 1: Hey, how about if I just throw you this ball and you can bat it with your hand. It will be fun.
Guy 2: OK, as long as I don't have to do a lot of running because I'm knackered.

That was cricket's first inception.

Anyway, the guys returned to the field and their game of cricket commenced in earnest. I know they run after each bat, when appropriate, but I couldn't quite work out why the guys kept walking around the field. The game got so exciting, I fell asleep. When I woke up I figured it was time I went home.

I noticed three guys in cricket outfits were resting on a bench close by. As I walked by I waved and said the game was so exciting I fell asleep.

"Come over here," one of the guys beckoned, "and I will explain the game to you."

Me and my big mouth!

"No thanks, I've got to go."

"Come on," he said, "come and sit next to me." His two friends moved over which created space next to the guy.

"You're alright. I really have to go. Thanks anyway." I waved and walked out of the park.

Funny how I wondered about how the game of cricket is played and I attracted an expert who was willing to explain it to me.

There are so many ways we can use our hands to love one another.

This hand is now waving all of you goodbye.

Enocia

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When Love is Ripe for the Picking

2007-07-29T13:38:00.000+01:00

One thing I love about Summer is blackberries. They are everywhere and even appear in unexpected places.

On my walk yesterday I noticed this woman picking some blackberries near the local shopping centre. That's what I mean about unexpected places, I wouldn't have even noticed if I hadn't seen the woman picking some. She had to stick her hands through a fence to get some. I reached out to pick a few that were ripe for the picking. Another woman standing beside me reminded me to watch out for the brambles which can sting. Too late I felt them brush against one knuckle. I ignored the sting, picked some more blackberries and ate them as I continued on my walk.

By then, my knuckle had flared up, looked red, and was stinging. I couldn't accept that such delicious fruits could cause me any pain. I decided I was only going to enjoy the fruit and the pain wasn't mine to keep. When I looked at my knuckle it was back to normal.

I came across more easily accessible blackberries and I stopped to pick some. This time I paid no attention to the brambles even though I felt them brushing against my knuckles. I picked as much as I could carry in one hand and had a gorge.

One thing I've noticed about blackberries is that the ones that I have to pull don't taste as sweet as the ones that come off easily. In fact the ripe ones are even softer and juicier. It got me thinking of love.

Love makes everything simple and effortless. I find when I'm trying hard to make something work, it's really not the right thing for me to be doing at the time. When I simply let go and let things happen naturally, things work out perfectly and effortlessly.

Thank you blackberries for your love. I look forward to having more of you later.

Enocia

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Growing Up

2007-07-28T14:51:00.000+01:00

I just saw an old friend I haven't seen for quite a while. After we hugged he said to me, "You've grown taller. It's good to see you're still growing."

And I only had my flat mules on. Hmmm!

Don't medical experts tell us people stop growing at 21? I'm almost twice that age and I'm still growing? In any case, I always wanted to be an inch or two taller anyway; maybe, that dream is coming true.

I feel that I am growing up in terms of the way I am experiencing love. I look forward to expressing more of the Love that I am, as long as I don't end up becoming a giant.

Love always.

Enocia

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Impact

2007-07-28T10:15:00.001+01:00

As I was walking to the library this morning, I could see that part of the main road had been cordoned off by the police, which meant traffic was being diverted. A man approached me and asked how he could get to the nearest tube station by car. I showed him an alternative route.

At the traffic junction, there was a car close to the traffic light. It looked as if it had hit the traffic light while it was about to turn. Both traffic light and car were twisted. They had already taken the passenger(s) away. I asked a policeman how I could get to the other side of the road and he directed me to cross over where pedestrians had access.

As I continued my walk, I thought of how that accident was having a huge impact on many lives: the driver and passengers (if there were any passengers); the family and loved ones of all involved in the accident; witnesses to the accident; the emergency services; the hospital staff; the police officers; motorists who were now stuck in traffic because of the diversion; the road works engineers who were going to have to fix the traffic light; pedestrians like myself walking by; and so on. In fact, since I believe there is only One, that accident has made an impact on the whole of humanity, whether one is aware of this or not.

My heart goes out to everyone.

Love and light to all.

Enocia

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Getting the Best Out of Life

2007-07-27T18:22:00.000+01:00

Why is it so easy to be around certain people while it feels stressful and uncomfortable being around others? I believe it's because we are constantly influencing one another by our thoughts and beliefs. When I'm in a place of judgment, then my loved one or partner picks up on this and mirrors it back to me by being judgmental. Then I feel judged and unappreciated, which makes me want to judge and so the vicious cycle continues. How do I expect to get the best out of my loved one when my focus is on judgment?

If I want to be loved unconditionally, then I have to love unconditionally. That's why some people are very good at getting the best out of someone because they only focus on loving and giving joy. People sense their intent to give love and joy and they mirror it back with similar experiences.

The same applies to my own personal experience. If I want to get the best out of myself, I have to love and accept myself as I am. Then I end up giving the best of myself.

Speaking of which, I've noticed that even technology mirrors how the universe works. In Google Mail, for instance, there is a programme called Adsense which attracts advertising that match the topics being discussed in a discussion thread. I've done an experiment where I've created a thread by sending myself blank emails with no subject and there have been no ads; or I have received invisible ads.

I've always dreamed of being in a relationship with someone who would love me unconditionally. I knew that this was possible right here on earth. Instead of going out looking for such a partner, I focused on learning how to love unconditionally. Guess what? I've now attracted someone who loves me unconditionally whom I can love unconditionally.

I believe the secret to getting the best out of life is to love, love and love.

Enocia

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There is Something Freeing About

2007-07-27T11:38:00.000+01:00

Right now I have an object of affection who I can love and receive love from. It's also giving me an opportunity to experience unconditional love where I love my friend as he is, including the beliefs he has, whether I agree with them or not. There is something freeing about acceptance.

Another thing is I put no conditions on how my friend chooses to love me. If he wants to continuously pour love on me then I willingly accept it. If he chooses to write love letters to me then I am happy to accept them. There is something freeing about receiving love in the many forms they appear.

There is something freeing about loving without needing to check with a spiritual teacher/guru or Master whether it's appropriate to be in an intimate relationship with someone. The only one whose opinions matter is my Beloved who loves and accepts me anyway.

I know that Love has no rules. If I feel like loving someone then I love. If it feels good to receive love then I receive.

It's wonderful to love and be loved.

Enocia

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Receiving Love

2007-07-27T10:20:00.000+01:00

The way I see it, Love works both ways.

Being Love is not just about loving others without judgment but about loving myself without judgment and being open to receive love.

When I woke up this morning a part of my body felt sore. I wasn't concerned about the why I simply asked that the particular area be flooded with Light, which melted the pain.

As I was about to sit in front of the computer screen, I banged my elbow hard against the table and it hurt like mad. I repeated "I love you" to the elbow and the pain melted away.

I am open to receive love.
I am Love.

Enocia

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For Lovers of Buses

2007-07-26T16:11:00.000+01:00

Because I love travelling on buses so much, a friend sent me the following video and lyrics.

The Bus Driver's Prayer - Ian Dury and the Blockheads

Our Father,
Who art in Hendon
Harrow Road be Thy name
Thy Kingston come
Thy Wimbledon
In Erith as it is in Hendon.
Give us this day our Berkhampstead
And forgive us our Westminsters
As we forgive those who Westminster against us.
Lead us not into Temple Station
And deliver us from Ealing,
For thine is the Kingston
The Purley and the Crawley,
For Iver and Iver
Crouch End. Lyrics

It's luvverly! :-) Thank you.

Enocia

Freedom

2007-07-26T15:23:00.000+01:00

I read in an article about a video from the Philippineds depicting 1000 inmates performing to a choreographed routine of Michael Jackson's "Thriller" video. The video is excellent!

It made me think about freedom. It is not the place one is in that makes one free but one's mindset. Those prisoners were free to share their love of dance, which not only kept the prisoners entertained, the video is now currently entertaining millions of YouTube viewers.

That's love for you, it gives you wings.

Enocia

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A Good Sob is Good for the Soul

2007-07-26T10:57:00.000+01:00

Today I felt the need to let out some emotions that had built up inside, which came out in the form of tears. It's been ages since I had a good sob. I was so grateful to have a friend who was there to hold me and let me weep without judgment.

Thank you for being a friend.

I love you.

Enocia

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Listening Skills

2007-07-25T12:14:00.000+01:00

A young man I often see another library said hello and I asked how he was. He said he had a terrible hearing the other day. He described the battle he's been having with the British judiciary system and how he intends to try to change the system.

Although I didn't have a clue what he was on about, I listened and loved him from my space of silence. Then I patted his arm and said everything is working out for the best.

I love you.

Enocia

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Everything's Going My Way

2007-07-25T10:32:00.001+01:00

When things don't appear to be going my way, they are actually going my way.

Yesterday, to take advantage of the lovely weather we were having for a change, I decided to go for a walk in IHampstead Heath. I meant to leave at a certain time but I was distracted to read an article in Pride Magazine about a singer called Rihanna. Then I had to listen to her latest single, Umbrella, didn't I?

By the time I finished listening to music, I was no longer in the mood to go to Hampstead. I figured I would catch a bus into town and maybe stop off at a bookshop. On the way I picked up a freebie magazine. I read this guy's article about how he had been having such a terrible Friday 13 until he went to a party and met a woman he fancied who said she liked men who looked unconventional, which he does. They had fun dancing and went for a meal. The guy said the evening turned out to be very unexpected.

When I got into town I wasn't in the mood to go into any bookshop. I figured I could always jump off the bus when we came across a nice park, but I kept coming up with excuses why I shouldn't like: "I have to cross the road to get to that park and I can't be bothered," or "I'm sure it's too cold to sit in a park" Finally, I had this strong urge to get off the bus and catch another bus from the same bus stop to Hampstead Heath. OK, Hampstead, here I come! Even though when I arrived at Hampstead, I still had to cross the road to get to the Heath, it didn't matter. By then I was in the mood to enjoy the Heath.

I headed up to "Parliament Hill" which has a lovely view of London. I watched several people flying kites, which I adore. Then I went for a long walk. It turned out to be a lovely evening and it was still sunny. I marvelled at how bountiful nature is and picked a few blackberries on the way. I made a mental note to visit the park in a week or two when all the blackberries will be in full bloom so I can have a good gorge, that is if the birds don't get there before I do.

After my walk, I figured I would get a bus to Kings Cross and catch another bus home but then I saw another bus approaching the stop. This bus goes via a different route and is a lot quicker. It was caught at a traffic light, which I thought would give me ample time to make a dash for it and catch it at the bus stop, but the bus didn't stop at the bus stop as there were no passengers. OK, fine! I'll just have to catch another bus, won't I? The next bus was going to Kings Cross, which I got on.

When the bus I was in was approaching Kings Cross we got stuck at a traffic light. I saw my next bus approaching the stop. By the time the lights changed, the bus I wanted had gone. OK, I'll just have to wait for another bus, won't I? Finally my bus arrived but there were no seats available. OK, I'll just have to stand, won't I? I found a spot to stand. I noticed a guy sitting close by and at the back of his black jacket were the words: Lucky + 13. Wow, I've just read a piece about Friday 13 and I'm standing next to a guy with this jacket. How lucky is that? After a few stops, a woman sitting right next to where I was standing got off. How lucky is that?

I noticed the woman next to me was reading a book called The Outsiders Within. My friend said it was about how Southeast Asians were in Australia way before white settlers arrived. She said she was reviewing the book. She said she's very interested in visual art. I told her I studied media and cultural studies at university. She's from Perth originally but has been living in the UK for twenty years. I told her that years ago I travelled with a friend around parts of Australia. We talked about how huge it was to travel around, and how hot it was at the time I was there. She shared her love for Aboriginal art and I said I once went to an Aboriginal art exhibition at the Australian embassy. She asked me what I did and I said I was a writer. I told her I believe that no matter what's happening love is and I record my experiences of love. I said our meeting was another example of love in action. I gave her one of my blogsite addresses. She said she was expecting an in-law who she doesn't get on with. She tries to love him but they still don't get on. I recommended an article I had written which she might find helpful. It was lovely meeting my friend.

It would seem that all those twists and turns I had during the day occurred so I could connect with a friend. Everything was going according to plan after all.

No matter what the appearances, love is all that's happening.

Enocia

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