A while back I had a vision where I saw all of life in all realities like a film that has already happened. In other words, I've already lived all possibilities and all realities. Now the wonderful thing about already experiencing everything is I can treat life rather like watching a DVD. I can make the film go slow or fast; rewind it so I can repeat experiences; or fast forward parts I don't want to experience again.
Does this mean life unfolds in a linear way?
Yes and no.
Let's take a book, as an example, which has a beginning, middle and end. I tend to read books in both a non-linear and linear fashion. I will open the book at random and find something that reflects where I'm at or what I need to read at that moment. Sometimes I scan the page and pick out key words; sometimes I read the last paragraph first and then read my way back. Other times I zoom into a particular paragraph and read every single word. So as you can see, while I don't always read books in a linear fashion, I tend to read the words in a linear way i.e. from left to right since that's how the English language unfolds. Obviously, if what I was reading was in Arabic, then the linear way of reading would be from right to left. Since I don't read Arabic it's not really an issue.
Now when I apply my way of reading books to the life that has already happened, I can zoom into a particular area I want to experience then slow it down and experience it in a linear fashion by moving from back to front. Just like I find it a lot easier and effortless to walk facing forward than backward.
When I woke up this morning I reminded myself that I have already experienced every nook and cranny of this day. Knowing that I've already been there and done that, I expect the day to unfold with PEE i.e. in the most Perfect, Effortless and Easiest way.
I walked to the bus stop to catch my bus. There was already one waiting. Sometimes when I'm in a hurry I would ask the driver how long he's waiting for and can gauge whether to walk to the main road to catch other buses from there. However, I didn't have any desire to walk to the main road this morning. I sat at the stop and waited till the driver was ready to move.
When I got off that bus, I crossed over to catch my next bus. There are several buses I can catch: one that goes a direct route and others that I have to change. The first two buses that arrived were not going the direct route. I caught the one at the back. I went to sit upstairs and chose a seat in the middle. I noticed someone had tucked part of today's "Guardian" in the corner of the seat, which I retrieved. It was the section devoted to the "Big Bang Machine" - the Large Hadron Collider.
A few days ago a friend posted a link at a forum about the very same topic. I couldn't get into it because I found it quite heavy going. I wished it was written in a lay person's language. Well the Guardian articles are a lot easy to follow.
While I was browsing through the articles, this young woman sat behind me and was chatting rather loudly on her mobile phone. I wasn't in the mood for this and wished for some peace and quiet. At the next stop the bus got stuck. I heard the driver revving up the engine and it still wouldn't move. I grabbed the article and went downstairs to see what was happening. The driver said he was having problems with the bus. Another passenger pointed out another bus behind and asked the driver to open the doors. We all got off and piled on the next bus. I went to sit upstairs. The woman who had been sitting behind me found herself another seat right at the back and far away from me.
I believe since I've already experienced this day, I was able to slow the time so I could catch this particular bus where someone had left the article for my attention. When I didn't want to experience the woman's conversation behind me, I fast forwarded the film to a reality where she wasn't sitting behind me.
All life has already happened. I am now experiencing life with P.E.E.
Enocia
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Monday, 30 June 2008
Getting in On the 8 Act
I've just checked who won Euro 2008 and I see it's Spain.
According to the article:
"Spain immediately looked forward to the 2010 World Cup after becoming European Champions for the first time in 44 years." Euro 2008 - Spain set sights on World Cup
Check this out: 4+4 = 8.
No wonder Spain won the Euro because they wanted to get in on the number 8 act.
Well done, Spain!
I love number 8, don't you?
Enocia
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According to the article:
"Spain immediately looked forward to the 2010 World Cup after becoming European Champions for the first time in 44 years." Euro 2008 - Spain set sights on World Cup
Check this out: 4+4 = 8.
No wonder Spain won the Euro because they wanted to get in on the number 8 act.
Well done, Spain!
I love number 8, don't you?
Enocia
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Six Degrees of Separation
So my mother was telling me that her church was going to be accepting new members which meant the service would be longer than usual.
"You mean they are going to be 'recognised', right?"
"Yes, they are."
Suddenly a thought occurred to me that I've never thought about before.
"Mum, was I ever christened?"
"Of course, you were christened at St Martin-in-the-Fields."
"You mean the St Martin-in-the-Fields near Trafalgar Square?"
"Yes."
"Isn't it Church of England?" I said.
"Yes, it's Anglican."
"Wow, I'm dead impressed that I was christened at St Martins!"
I'm not surprised that my mother christened my older brother and I at that church. I reckon if she had her way she would have had us christened at Westminster Abbey; alas, that privilege seems to be reserved for royalty.
Mum said she used to attend St Martin-in-the-Field in the sixties but when she took us to live in Sierra Leone she ended up joining a Methodist church so she could follow the family tradition of her mother, who was raised a Methodist; and her maternal grandfather who was a Methodist minister. She has since remained a Methodist. She now attends Methodist Central Hall, which used to be the headquarters of the Methodist Church.
Back to the church I was christened. Funnily enough, two years ago, a friend took me to the cafe in the crypt below that church. It was the first time I'd been in there. I wasn't curious about seeing inside the church though. Little did I realise that I'd already been inside it lots of times.
Later mum brought to my attention the tiny fork I've noticed among the rest of her cutlery. She said that fork and a knife (that's now missing) was a Christening gift. I was amazed that she'd kept that fork all this time. She also showed me an illustrated New Testament Bible she's always had with her, which was another Christening gift from the church. My name, the date I was christened, and the vicar's name is written in the front of the Bible.
It turns out that the friend who took me to the crypt has the same first name as the vicar who christened me. The date I was christened - 5 February - is the same birth date as someone I have a very strong connection with.
One thing I am very curious about is why I chose that evening - 28 June 2008 - to ask my mother about my christening. Why this and why now?
Out of curiosity I paid a visit to St Martin-in-the-Fields the next day. After sitting in a pew for a few minutes, I felt the scenery wasn't doing it for me so I took a booklet with me for my mother and I left.
One thing I did get from the information I gleaned from my mother was her love and good intention to share her spiritual beliefs with her children. In fact, I have found a lot of teachings in the Bible helpful in my life experiences. In that respect I am very grateful.
Still, I won't be converting to Christianity just yet.
Enocia
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"You mean they are going to be 'recognised', right?"
"Yes, they are."
Suddenly a thought occurred to me that I've never thought about before.
"Mum, was I ever christened?"
"Of course, you were christened at St Martin-in-the-Fields."
"You mean the St Martin-in-the-Fields near Trafalgar Square?"
"Yes."
"Isn't it Church of England?" I said.
"Yes, it's Anglican."
"Wow, I'm dead impressed that I was christened at St Martins!"
I'm not surprised that my mother christened my older brother and I at that church. I reckon if she had her way she would have had us christened at Westminster Abbey; alas, that privilege seems to be reserved for royalty.
Mum said she used to attend St Martin-in-the-Field in the sixties but when she took us to live in Sierra Leone she ended up joining a Methodist church so she could follow the family tradition of her mother, who was raised a Methodist; and her maternal grandfather who was a Methodist minister. She has since remained a Methodist. She now attends Methodist Central Hall, which used to be the headquarters of the Methodist Church.
Back to the church I was christened. Funnily enough, two years ago, a friend took me to the cafe in the crypt below that church. It was the first time I'd been in there. I wasn't curious about seeing inside the church though. Little did I realise that I'd already been inside it lots of times.
Later mum brought to my attention the tiny fork I've noticed among the rest of her cutlery. She said that fork and a knife (that's now missing) was a Christening gift. I was amazed that she'd kept that fork all this time. She also showed me an illustrated New Testament Bible she's always had with her, which was another Christening gift from the church. My name, the date I was christened, and the vicar's name is written in the front of the Bible.
It turns out that the friend who took me to the crypt has the same first name as the vicar who christened me. The date I was christened - 5 February - is the same birth date as someone I have a very strong connection with.
One thing I am very curious about is why I chose that evening - 28 June 2008 - to ask my mother about my christening. Why this and why now?
Out of curiosity I paid a visit to St Martin-in-the-Fields the next day. After sitting in a pew for a few minutes, I felt the scenery wasn't doing it for me so I took a booklet with me for my mother and I left.
One thing I did get from the information I gleaned from my mother was her love and good intention to share her spiritual beliefs with her children. In fact, I have found a lot of teachings in the Bible helpful in my life experiences. In that respect I am very grateful.
Still, I won't be converting to Christianity just yet.
Enocia
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Saturday, 28 June 2008
I am No Bodhisattva
As I was sitting relaxing in the bookshop I got a whiff of gas. That can't be gas, surely. I had another whiff. It does smell like gas. I blessed the shop with love and light and continued reading then I fell asleep. When I woke up I smelt gas again. This time it was much stronger. It was time to make a move.
Before I left I decided to pass on my suspicion to someone who worked there. I noticed an assistant but he was busy helping a customer locate a book on the computer, which seemed to take forever. Finally I pointed out to him where I'd been sitting and told him I could smell gas. He said he could smell gas too. He said he would report it to his manager after he'd served the next customer.
Hmmm, I know they say the customer is always right, but does the customer have to be right on this occasion? OK, I've performed my civic duty. It's up to him to do what he wants with the information.
When I got to the ground floor I notified another assistant about what I could smell. He said he was going to ask his manager to investigate. That was my cue to get the hell out of there.
There are those who believe in the idea of a Bodhisattva who will not leave the karmic birth/death wheel until all sentient beings have been liberated. Not me. I don't mind sharing insights and realisations about what works for me, but when it comes to the crunch, I look out for number one.
I am an enlightened being, get me out of here!
Enocia
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Before I left I decided to pass on my suspicion to someone who worked there. I noticed an assistant but he was busy helping a customer locate a book on the computer, which seemed to take forever. Finally I pointed out to him where I'd been sitting and told him I could smell gas. He said he could smell gas too. He said he would report it to his manager after he'd served the next customer.
Hmmm, I know they say the customer is always right, but does the customer have to be right on this occasion? OK, I've performed my civic duty. It's up to him to do what he wants with the information.
When I got to the ground floor I notified another assistant about what I could smell. He said he was going to ask his manager to investigate. That was my cue to get the hell out of there.
There are those who believe in the idea of a Bodhisattva who will not leave the karmic birth/death wheel until all sentient beings have been liberated. Not me. I don't mind sharing insights and realisations about what works for me, but when it comes to the crunch, I look out for number one.
I am an enlightened being, get me out of here!
Enocia
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Friday, 27 June 2008
Bless!
My mother and I walked to our local bus stop this morning. I had a feeling the bus was already at the stop and we had to hurry or we would miss it. When we arrived I saw the bus was just leaving. There was another one waiting at the stop. I didn't fancy hanging around so I told mum I was going to walk to the main road and catch one from there.
I caught the bus and got off a few stops down and changed so I could catch my next bus into town. While I was waiting at the bus stop across the road, I saw my mother getting off her bus. She was going to the local shops.
She was so adorable the way she was moving at her own pace,and lost in her own private world. I felt so much love for her.
Bless you, mum! You are so adorable!
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I caught the bus and got off a few stops down and changed so I could catch my next bus into town. While I was waiting at the bus stop across the road, I saw my mother getting off her bus. She was going to the local shops.
She was so adorable the way she was moving at her own pace,and lost in her own private world. I felt so much love for her.
Bless you, mum! You are so adorable!
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The Saviour
I watched the film, Sabrina for the first time last night and it was wonderful.
Sabrina's father works as a chauffeur for the wealthy Larrabee family. As a teenager Sabrina always had a crush on the younger Larrabee brother, David; but was scared of his older brother, Linus. David never noticed Sabrina as she was an "ugly duckling" at the time. Then Sabrina is sent to live in Paris.
When they grow up, Linus does what is expected of him without question by working in the family business. He's very much focused on work and has no time for leisure activities unlike David, who is very much the carefree bachelor.
After Sabrina has spent some time in France she returns to America transformed into an elegant swan. She is still very fond of David and is hoping to have a relationship with him. However, David is engaged to someone else whom he has to marry as it will help with a business merger. When Linus suspects David has a romantic interest in Sabrina, which could jeopardise the business deal, he decides to do something about it. He's determined to manipulate Sabrina any way he could to get her out of David's life for good.
In the meantime David is injured anyway and can't pursue the relationship.
Linus pretends he wants to sell his property and asks Sabrina, who is s photographer, to accompany him and take photographs. While they're spending time together, Linus tells Sabrina what he believes she wants to hear i.e. how he has donated a building to a charity; and how he yearns to be more carefree and enjoy life.
Despite having feelings for David, Sabrina finds herself opening up to Linus and sharing her experiences of Paris and her passion. When Linus suspects Sabrina is falling for his charms, he goes for the final kill. He plans to take Sabrina to Paris under the false pretext that he is interested in living with her. He intends to dump her and leave her in Paris then return to business as normal and pursue the deal.
When Linus tells Sabrina he intends to take her to Paris so they can be together, Sabrina is overwhelmed with joy as she believes he truly loves her. She realises that even though she'd always had a crush on David, she is now in love with Linus. Then Linus starts feeling guilty, which is very unlike him. He confesses to Sabrina that he's been manipulating her. He tells her he wanted her out of the way so David could marry his fiancée and the business merger can go ahead. Sabrina is devastated and decides to return to Paris.
When David realises that his brother Linus has fallen in love with Sabrina he decides to do something about getting them together. He takes over the business deal Linus was working on and sends Linus to Paris to be with Sabrina. In the final scene, we see Linus telling Sabrina how much he needs her to save him from himself.
I believe Sabrina represents the Soul of everyone. It is the Soul that enables everyone to express what they love doing and to be true to themselves. Those who are not awake to the Soul live according to programmes set by family and society like Linus did before he met Sabrina. Someone who is living as the Soul can inspire others to be true to themselves just like Sabrina did with Linus.
The Soul is truly the saviour that saves one from the conditioned self.
I am Soul.
Enocia
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Sabrina's father works as a chauffeur for the wealthy Larrabee family. As a teenager Sabrina always had a crush on the younger Larrabee brother, David; but was scared of his older brother, Linus. David never noticed Sabrina as she was an "ugly duckling" at the time. Then Sabrina is sent to live in Paris.
When they grow up, Linus does what is expected of him without question by working in the family business. He's very much focused on work and has no time for leisure activities unlike David, who is very much the carefree bachelor.
After Sabrina has spent some time in France she returns to America transformed into an elegant swan. She is still very fond of David and is hoping to have a relationship with him. However, David is engaged to someone else whom he has to marry as it will help with a business merger. When Linus suspects David has a romantic interest in Sabrina, which could jeopardise the business deal, he decides to do something about it. He's determined to manipulate Sabrina any way he could to get her out of David's life for good.
In the meantime David is injured anyway and can't pursue the relationship.
Linus pretends he wants to sell his property and asks Sabrina, who is s photographer, to accompany him and take photographs. While they're spending time together, Linus tells Sabrina what he believes she wants to hear i.e. how he has donated a building to a charity; and how he yearns to be more carefree and enjoy life.
Despite having feelings for David, Sabrina finds herself opening up to Linus and sharing her experiences of Paris and her passion. When Linus suspects Sabrina is falling for his charms, he goes for the final kill. He plans to take Sabrina to Paris under the false pretext that he is interested in living with her. He intends to dump her and leave her in Paris then return to business as normal and pursue the deal.
When Linus tells Sabrina he intends to take her to Paris so they can be together, Sabrina is overwhelmed with joy as she believes he truly loves her. She realises that even though she'd always had a crush on David, she is now in love with Linus. Then Linus starts feeling guilty, which is very unlike him. He confesses to Sabrina that he's been manipulating her. He tells her he wanted her out of the way so David could marry his fiancée and the business merger can go ahead. Sabrina is devastated and decides to return to Paris.
When David realises that his brother Linus has fallen in love with Sabrina he decides to do something about getting them together. He takes over the business deal Linus was working on and sends Linus to Paris to be with Sabrina. In the final scene, we see Linus telling Sabrina how much he needs her to save him from himself.
I believe Sabrina represents the Soul of everyone. It is the Soul that enables everyone to express what they love doing and to be true to themselves. Those who are not awake to the Soul live according to programmes set by family and society like Linus did before he met Sabrina. Someone who is living as the Soul can inspire others to be true to themselves just like Sabrina did with Linus.
The Soul is truly the saviour that saves one from the conditioned self.
I am Soul.
Enocia
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The Secret Gardener
The front garden has been looking rather untidy with the hedges needing trimming and grass needing cutting. Mum said she'd been thinking of calling the man who usually does it, who lives round the corner, but she hadn't got round to it.
So when I went home yesterday evening, mum asked me if I'd noticed the front garden had been tidied up. I said I hadn't. I must have been on another planet when I walked in. I checked the front garden and saw the hedges had been trimmed and the grass cut.
"Did you ask that man to do it?" I said.
"No."
"Who did it then?"
"I have no idea. All I know is when I got back the front garden had been seen to."
"Maybe the Council did it."
"Who knows?"
Who cares how the garden was seen to as long as it got done.
Enocia
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So when I went home yesterday evening, mum asked me if I'd noticed the front garden had been tidied up. I said I hadn't. I must have been on another planet when I walked in. I checked the front garden and saw the hedges had been trimmed and the grass cut.
"Did you ask that man to do it?" I said.
"No."
"Who did it then?"
"I have no idea. All I know is when I got back the front garden had been seen to."
"Maybe the Council did it."
"Who knows?"
Who cares how the garden was seen to as long as it got done.
Enocia
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A Little Help From My Friend
What do I do when my love is away.
(Does it worry you to be alone)
How do I feel by the end of the day
(Are you sad because you're on your own)
No, I get by with a little help from my friends,
Mmm I get high with a little help from my friends,
Mmm I'm gonna try with a little help from my friends With a Little Help from My Friends, lyrics
When I went to bed last night I had the most crippling cramp in one foot. As I didn't feel like praying or giving myself healing, I called on a friend to help.
Now when I say "I called on a friend", I didn't mean I phoned him, I simply asked in thought for this friend to help. The first thing I heard was a voice telling me to "Relax." Then I felt immense peace and the pain was dissolved for a few seconds then it was back with a vengeance. Again the voice said "I'm here. I love you. Relax!" I felt myself being embraced by this Presence and the pain was dissolved. Then I went to sleep.
Whether this friend was aware of my asking for help consciously, I cannot say. All I know is though his human mask might have objections, his real self was there for me when I needed him.
I believe as Love we are always open to assist one another, but our human masks/personalities have different ideas. The way to bypass the personality is to go straight to the essence of that individual whose answer is always YES.
Thanks for your help, friend. I love you too.
Enocia
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(Does it worry you to be alone)
How do I feel by the end of the day
(Are you sad because you're on your own)
No, I get by with a little help from my friends,
Mmm I get high with a little help from my friends,
Mmm I'm gonna try with a little help from my friends With a Little Help from My Friends, lyrics
When I went to bed last night I had the most crippling cramp in one foot. As I didn't feel like praying or giving myself healing, I called on a friend to help.
Now when I say "I called on a friend", I didn't mean I phoned him, I simply asked in thought for this friend to help. The first thing I heard was a voice telling me to "Relax." Then I felt immense peace and the pain was dissolved for a few seconds then it was back with a vengeance. Again the voice said "I'm here. I love you. Relax!" I felt myself being embraced by this Presence and the pain was dissolved. Then I went to sleep.
Whether this friend was aware of my asking for help consciously, I cannot say. All I know is though his human mask might have objections, his real self was there for me when I needed him.
I believe as Love we are always open to assist one another, but our human masks/personalities have different ideas. The way to bypass the personality is to go straight to the essence of that individual whose answer is always YES.
Thanks for your help, friend. I love you too.
Enocia
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Thursday, 26 June 2008
TLC - Tender Loving Care
Every day I give myself a general light cleanse where I project light to all areas of my body, thoughts, feelings and all that I am being.
From time to time, certain areas call my attention like when I feel a spasm here or there. I then project light to the area that needs special TLC (tender loving care).
As I write this I am aware there's a lot of stuff in the news about how Mugabe, the President of Zimbabwe, is treating people in his country; and how he should be shunned by the rest of the world for not playing by the world rules, etc, etc..
The way I see it, Mugabe and Zimbabwe are part of the body of humanity. When my finger hurts I don't cut it off. I simply see the pain as a cry for help needing my care and attention. I then channel light to the finger as I do the rest of my body.
Love and light to President Mugabe and everyone in Zimbabwe.
Love and light to everyone on earth.
Love and light to all.
Enocia
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From time to time, certain areas call my attention like when I feel a spasm here or there. I then project light to the area that needs special TLC (tender loving care).
As I write this I am aware there's a lot of stuff in the news about how Mugabe, the President of Zimbabwe, is treating people in his country; and how he should be shunned by the rest of the world for not playing by the world rules, etc, etc..
The way I see it, Mugabe and Zimbabwe are part of the body of humanity. When my finger hurts I don't cut it off. I simply see the pain as a cry for help needing my care and attention. I then channel light to the finger as I do the rest of my body.
Love and light to President Mugabe and everyone in Zimbabwe.
Love and light to everyone on earth.
Love and light to all.
Enocia
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Love to 8 You
My mother asked me to buy something for her. When I brought back her change she counted it and said, "Did you notice how much it was?"
"No, how much?"
"It's 88 p change."
"So it is."
"See, I remember how much you like the number 88."
Blimey, now I've got my mother into my fascination with the numbers 8 and 88.
I would love to 8 you but I don't.
Enocia
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"No, how much?"
"It's 88 p change."
"So it is."
"See, I remember how much you like the number 88."
Blimey, now I've got my mother into my fascination with the numbers 8 and 88.
I would love to 8 you but I don't.
Enocia
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Jammy Bugger!
While I was with a friend recently, he bought himself a Jammie Dodger, which is a biscuit filled with jam. Look what I've just noticed in today's "Guardian" - an article called The internet Jammiest Dodge about Jammie Dodgers.
I don't usually read the Guardian, at least I haven't read it since I was at university, which is a long time ago. The only reason why I looked up the website was because I found part of today's Guardian on the bus. So I looked up the website to get reference for the article I'd read. How did I come to find the article on the bus? Because I missed my bus so I decided to travel on another bus route where I found the newspaper.
I've sent my friend the link to the Guardian article. I'm sure he'll appreciate it given how much he loves Jammie Dodgers.
It's amazing what lengths the Cosmic Forces would go to get my attention. Either that or I am a jammy bugger!
Enocia
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I don't usually read the Guardian, at least I haven't read it since I was at university, which is a long time ago. The only reason why I looked up the website was because I found part of today's Guardian on the bus. So I looked up the website to get reference for the article I'd read. How did I come to find the article on the bus? Because I missed my bus so I decided to travel on another bus route where I found the newspaper.
I've sent my friend the link to the Guardian article. I'm sure he'll appreciate it given how much he loves Jammie Dodgers.
It's amazing what lengths the Cosmic Forces would go to get my attention. Either that or I am a jammy bugger!
Enocia
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It's All Good!
As I was waiting to cross the traffic light to catch my bus, I saw my bus approaching the stop. Then I noticed an alternative route close behind. Hmmm, there has to be a very good reason why I've missed two buses in a row.
I decided to travel by another bus route. On the bus I noticed someone had dumped part of today's "Guardian" newspaper. It's quite unusual to see this kind of newspaper discarded on a bus. I picked it up and flicked through it. I found an article about pop stars who had had huge hits and tried to make a comeback. One artist featured was Roland Gift who used to be from the Fine Young Cannibals. A while back I was wondering how Roland Gift was and what he was up to. Now I know he's no longer pursuing fame but still making music and following his heart.
If I hadn't missed those buses I wouldn't have seen the article on this other bus.
It's all good.
Enocia
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I decided to travel by another bus route. On the bus I noticed someone had dumped part of today's "Guardian" newspaper. It's quite unusual to see this kind of newspaper discarded on a bus. I picked it up and flicked through it. I found an article about pop stars who had had huge hits and tried to make a comeback. One artist featured was Roland Gift who used to be from the Fine Young Cannibals. A while back I was wondering how Roland Gift was and what he was up to. Now I know he's no longer pursuing fame but still making music and following his heart.
If I hadn't missed those buses I wouldn't have seen the article on this other bus.
It's all good.
Enocia
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Onward and Upward!
On my way to town it took ages for my bus to arrive. I thought to myself, there is a very good reason why this "delay" is happening. It's all good.
During the journey a couple came on board. The woman sat beside me and her partner sat on the seat across. The man said to his wife that the announcement, which tells passengers the destination and the next stop, was new.
"Haven't you heard it before?" I asked him.
"No, it's the first time I'm hearing it," he said. "We're not from London, we're from Australia."
My friends said they arrived a few days ago. They came from Brisbane via America through Italy and now they were on their way to visit an elderly relative who lives in Soho. After that they were visiting relatives in Manchester and Cardiff. They were hoping for nice weather during their stay. On their way home they are going to stop at South Africa for a safari trip.
I told them I'd been to Australia and what parts I'd been to. The woman and I discussed life in Australia. I asked her about her family and she said they had two grown-up daughters in their twenties.
Both of them had been to the UK before; the husband was here two years ago and his wife nine years ago. They said a lot of things have changed. The man kept looking at landmarks to see if he could remember when to get off. As we approached Trafalgar Square he said he could remember where he was.
"That's the thing about Trafalgar Square, it never changes," I said.
"It has you know," the woman said. "Part of it is now pedestrianised which wasn't the case when I was last here."
"Yes, the traffic used to go round it," her husband said, "now it's different."
"You're right, of course," I said. "It's amazing how I've got used to the new way so quickly that I can't remember how it used to be like until you reminded me."
After chatting to my friends for a while it was time for me to get off. I wished them a lovely trip.
I believe my friends on the bus were there to remind me of how wonderful life is unfolding. So much has changed in London and yet they don't appear to have changed at all because the changes feel so natural. For instance the pedestrianisation of parts of Trafalgar Square seems so obvious that it doesn't make sense why they had traffic going round it the way it used to. Now it feels so much more relaxing.
The bus announcement system only came in around last year but it seems like it's been there forever.
Every day I receive new insights that I apply in my life experiences, which make life so much easier and more joyful. Every day I am getting better and better.
Onward and upward!
Enocia
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During the journey a couple came on board. The woman sat beside me and her partner sat on the seat across. The man said to his wife that the announcement, which tells passengers the destination and the next stop, was new.
"Haven't you heard it before?" I asked him.
"No, it's the first time I'm hearing it," he said. "We're not from London, we're from Australia."
My friends said they arrived a few days ago. They came from Brisbane via America through Italy and now they were on their way to visit an elderly relative who lives in Soho. After that they were visiting relatives in Manchester and Cardiff. They were hoping for nice weather during their stay. On their way home they are going to stop at South Africa for a safari trip.
I told them I'd been to Australia and what parts I'd been to. The woman and I discussed life in Australia. I asked her about her family and she said they had two grown-up daughters in their twenties.
Both of them had been to the UK before; the husband was here two years ago and his wife nine years ago. They said a lot of things have changed. The man kept looking at landmarks to see if he could remember when to get off. As we approached Trafalgar Square he said he could remember where he was.
"That's the thing about Trafalgar Square, it never changes," I said.
"It has you know," the woman said. "Part of it is now pedestrianised which wasn't the case when I was last here."
"Yes, the traffic used to go round it," her husband said, "now it's different."
"You're right, of course," I said. "It's amazing how I've got used to the new way so quickly that I can't remember how it used to be like until you reminded me."
After chatting to my friends for a while it was time for me to get off. I wished them a lovely trip.
I believe my friends on the bus were there to remind me of how wonderful life is unfolding. So much has changed in London and yet they don't appear to have changed at all because the changes feel so natural. For instance the pedestrianisation of parts of Trafalgar Square seems so obvious that it doesn't make sense why they had traffic going round it the way it used to. Now it feels so much more relaxing.
The bus announcement system only came in around last year but it seems like it's been there forever.
Every day I receive new insights that I apply in my life experiences, which make life so much easier and more joyful. Every day I am getting better and better.
Onward and upward!
Enocia
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Practise Makes Perfect
Each of us is, in essence, bundles of infinite Joy like babies who are so full of joy. Gradually our social conditioning chips away at who we are until we are a shadow of our joyful selves. You then set off on some "path" or follow whatever practice or discipline you're into to wake up to who you are as Love, Light, Joy, Peace, etc. I believe when you find a practice that you resonate with it's important to keep going and never give up because they do work, even though they might not seem like they do at the time.
I find spiritual practice is rather like my favourite drink - Vimto, which is a purple fruit concentrate you can dissolve in water or whatever takes your fancy.
I have two ways of drinking Vimto. I either pour some of it in a glass and add water or milk to my taste; or I add Vimto to a bottle of water that I keep in the fridge, which I then have with my dinner.
Let's say I'm having Vimto with water. It only takes a few drops of Vimto to change the water to pale pink. Obviously, the more Vimto I add to the water the sweeter the water becomes. If I keep adding Vimto there is going to reach a point where the sweetness of the Vimto overpowers the water and it tastes syrupy.
Spiritual practice is rather like adding Vimto to water. A drop of Vimto changes the colour of the water but if I don't keep practising, the water is not going to taste any different. In order for the Vimto to overpower the water, I need to keep adding more Vimto. Similarly, in order for the True Self to come into its own, I needed to practise, practise, and more practise whatever discipline I was into.
For instance, when I decided my path was trusting in Love, I had to stick to that path and believe in it to work. This means focusing only on Love. It's no use me affirming "Love is all there is," and too scared to walk around our neighbourhood at night. I have to trust in Love's omnipresence. The more I focused on Love the more experiences I had of Love taking care of me, and the more I trusted in Love.
There did come a point when Love did take over and everything I did was in the realm of Love/Spirit. In other words, the water had got so syrupy that it tasted only of Vimto.
Practise makes perfect.
Vimto - Love - is all there is.
Enocia
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I find spiritual practice is rather like my favourite drink - Vimto, which is a purple fruit concentrate you can dissolve in water or whatever takes your fancy.
I have two ways of drinking Vimto. I either pour some of it in a glass and add water or milk to my taste; or I add Vimto to a bottle of water that I keep in the fridge, which I then have with my dinner.
Let's say I'm having Vimto with water. It only takes a few drops of Vimto to change the water to pale pink. Obviously, the more Vimto I add to the water the sweeter the water becomes. If I keep adding Vimto there is going to reach a point where the sweetness of the Vimto overpowers the water and it tastes syrupy.
Spiritual practice is rather like adding Vimto to water. A drop of Vimto changes the colour of the water but if I don't keep practising, the water is not going to taste any different. In order for the Vimto to overpower the water, I need to keep adding more Vimto. Similarly, in order for the True Self to come into its own, I needed to practise, practise, and more practise whatever discipline I was into.
For instance, when I decided my path was trusting in Love, I had to stick to that path and believe in it to work. This means focusing only on Love. It's no use me affirming "Love is all there is," and too scared to walk around our neighbourhood at night. I have to trust in Love's omnipresence. The more I focused on Love the more experiences I had of Love taking care of me, and the more I trusted in Love.
There did come a point when Love did take over and everything I did was in the realm of Love/Spirit. In other words, the water had got so syrupy that it tasted only of Vimto.
Practise makes perfect.
Vimto - Love - is all there is.
Enocia
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A Cry for Help
Two days ago I met a friend at the bus stop. The first time we met, several years ago, was on a bus journey. Since then I see her occasionally at bus stops. We always have a chat about life in general.
I asked my friend how she'd been keeping. She said she was concerned for her elderly mother, who wasn't feeling too great. She was on her way to see her. I knew our paths had crossed so I could send healing light to her and her mother. Then her bus arrived and she said goodbye.
During my bus ride yesterday evening, I noticed a woman with a cap with the word "Roxy." The next window seat that became available, which I moved to, was right behind the woman wearing the "Roxy" cap. The name kept drawing my attention.
Why is this name being flagged for my attention? The only Roxy I know is my neighbour’s dog who is such a sweetheart.
Later in the evening my mother told me she was speaking to our neighbour earlier, and she told her that her dog, Roxy, was in a really bad shape. Roxy has been prescribed tablets but she is not eating or drinking. Our neighbour said if Roxy continues this way she's going to consider putting her to sleep. She told mum how much she adored her dog.
Aha, so that's why I noticed that name! Roxy had been crying out for help. I told mum about my experience on the bus and that I would send healing light to Roxy to use as she sees fit.
Every day there are many opportunities sent my way to send out love and light and I do just that. I trust in Love to work out the details.
Enocia
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I asked my friend how she'd been keeping. She said she was concerned for her elderly mother, who wasn't feeling too great. She was on her way to see her. I knew our paths had crossed so I could send healing light to her and her mother. Then her bus arrived and she said goodbye.
During my bus ride yesterday evening, I noticed a woman with a cap with the word "Roxy." The next window seat that became available, which I moved to, was right behind the woman wearing the "Roxy" cap. The name kept drawing my attention.
Why is this name being flagged for my attention? The only Roxy I know is my neighbour’s dog who is such a sweetheart.
Later in the evening my mother told me she was speaking to our neighbour earlier, and she told her that her dog, Roxy, was in a really bad shape. Roxy has been prescribed tablets but she is not eating or drinking. Our neighbour said if Roxy continues this way she's going to consider putting her to sleep. She told mum how much she adored her dog.
Aha, so that's why I noticed that name! Roxy had been crying out for help. I told mum about my experience on the bus and that I would send healing light to Roxy to use as she sees fit.
Every day there are many opportunities sent my way to send out love and light and I do just that. I trust in Love to work out the details.
Enocia
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Wednesday, 25 June 2008
Break Down in Communication
At the next stop the bus driver prepared to change shifts but his colleague wasn't there. After waiting for a few minutes, he switched off the engine, took his stuff and left. I could see another man approaching. The previous driver didn't even acknowledge his colleague. I wondered if he was pissed off at his colleague for arriving late.
When the new driver came on board and he started the engine the bus wouldn't move. He announced to us that the bus was going nowhere. We groaned in unison. Someone pointed out there was another bus behind but it was now too late to catch it.
"Come on, driver," I said, "we've been waiting long enough and now you're telling us the bus won't start?"
"He shouldn't have turned off the engine," he was referring to his colleague. "He was just being wicked; that's why the engine won't start."
"What difference does it make if the engine is switched off?" I said. "Just start the bus, man!"
In thought I blessed the bus and both drivers with love.
The driver said he was going to fiddle with the engine at the back. When he tried the ignition, it still wouldn't go. Some of us got off the bus and waited at the stop. A few seconds later, another bus arrived and we got on board.
While I was walking home, the Inner Voice said I had just witnessed a perfect demonstration of how people's thoughts and emotions affect things around them. The drivers' break down in communication had manifested as a broken down bus; and our frustration had kept us stuck in that reality.
The good news is any experience can be transmuted instantly by raising its frequency. After I had blessed the bus with love, although the bus still wouldn't start, a bus that matched that frequency showed up and got me to my destination. That's why it's important to keep blessing as I go.
Love and light to all.
Enocia
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When the new driver came on board and he started the engine the bus wouldn't move. He announced to us that the bus was going nowhere. We groaned in unison. Someone pointed out there was another bus behind but it was now too late to catch it.
"Come on, driver," I said, "we've been waiting long enough and now you're telling us the bus won't start?"
"He shouldn't have turned off the engine," he was referring to his colleague. "He was just being wicked; that's why the engine won't start."
"What difference does it make if the engine is switched off?" I said. "Just start the bus, man!"
In thought I blessed the bus and both drivers with love.
The driver said he was going to fiddle with the engine at the back. When he tried the ignition, it still wouldn't go. Some of us got off the bus and waited at the stop. A few seconds later, another bus arrived and we got on board.
While I was walking home, the Inner Voice said I had just witnessed a perfect demonstration of how people's thoughts and emotions affect things around them. The drivers' break down in communication had manifested as a broken down bus; and our frustration had kept us stuck in that reality.
The good news is any experience can be transmuted instantly by raising its frequency. After I had blessed the bus with love, although the bus still wouldn't start, a bus that matched that frequency showed up and got me to my destination. That's why it's important to keep blessing as I go.
Love and light to all.
Enocia
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Thinking Outside the Box
When a contestant on the game show, Family Fortunes, was asked to name an animal that can be seen in the English countryside, she replied: "Lion."
The idea of a lion in the English countryside had me in stitches.
After I'd calmed down I thought to myself: what if the contestant was thinking outside the box?
It is possible that the contestant was seeing through the vision of the English pub, the second home of the English, actually the British. I've noticed lots of pubs have a "lion" in the title like "The Red Lion" or "White Lion." Maybe, she was thinking of going to her local later to celebrate their winning, not that her family had a hope in hell of winning with her answers.
It is also possible that the contestant was seeing through the prophecy of Isaiah who had a vision of humans and "wild" animals co-existing in perfect harmony:
The wolf will live with the lamb, the leopard will lie down with the goat, the calf and the lion and the yearling together; and a little child will lead them.
The cow will feed with the bear, their young will lie down together, and the lion will eat straw like the ox.
The infant will play near the hole of the cobra, and the young child put his hand into the viper's nest.
They will neither harm nor destroy on all my holy mountain, for the earth will be full of the knowledge of the LORD as the waters cover the sea. Isaiah 11: 6-9
Yes, that must be what the contestant meant by lions in the English countryside; lions playing with sheep and cows in the meadow.
Unless the contestant was thinking about lions in the zoo? Hmmm!
I happen to love lions so I wouldn't mind having them in the English countryside as my playmates when I move to the country.
The problem with thinking outside the box is you are not going to win big with your way of thinking. That's why I don't do game shows.
Enocia
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The idea of a lion in the English countryside had me in stitches.
After I'd calmed down I thought to myself: what if the contestant was thinking outside the box?
It is possible that the contestant was seeing through the vision of the English pub, the second home of the English, actually the British. I've noticed lots of pubs have a "lion" in the title like "The Red Lion" or "White Lion." Maybe, she was thinking of going to her local later to celebrate their winning, not that her family had a hope in hell of winning with her answers.
It is also possible that the contestant was seeing through the prophecy of Isaiah who had a vision of humans and "wild" animals co-existing in perfect harmony:
The wolf will live with the lamb, the leopard will lie down with the goat, the calf and the lion and the yearling together; and a little child will lead them.
The cow will feed with the bear, their young will lie down together, and the lion will eat straw like the ox.
The infant will play near the hole of the cobra, and the young child put his hand into the viper's nest.
They will neither harm nor destroy on all my holy mountain, for the earth will be full of the knowledge of the LORD as the waters cover the sea. Isaiah 11: 6-9
Yes, that must be what the contestant meant by lions in the English countryside; lions playing with sheep and cows in the meadow.
Unless the contestant was thinking about lions in the zoo? Hmmm!
I happen to love lions so I wouldn't mind having them in the English countryside as my playmates when I move to the country.
The problem with thinking outside the box is you are not going to win big with your way of thinking. That's why I don't do game shows.
Enocia
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Tuesday, 24 June 2008
Flying By the Seat of Your Pants
Last night I watched a programme on TV called Mary Queen of Shops, where Mary helps transform struggling boutiques and retailers into a success.
"Mary is one of the UK's foremost authorities on retail and brand communication and is credited with turning Harvey Nichols into the modern fashion powerhouse that it is."
In last night's episode, Mary went to assist a men's clothes shop that was stuck in last century. If this business is to survive, the shop staff have to leave behind their fuddy-duddy image and be re-educated into the modern way of retailing. Mary inspire the shop staff to believe in themselves; with their new image, the business attracted younger customers leading to a successful business.
There are lots of these kinds of programmes on television where professionals share their expertise with businesses who are struggling. For instance, in Ramsay's Kitchen Nightmares British chef, Gordon Ramsay, helps struggling restaurants turn their businesses around.
What I find interesting about these programmes is people demonstrate transformation needn't take years but can happen instantly, if you're motivated to do so. When people's livelihood are on the line they are open to make changes as quickly as possible.
When I used to be a temp, I found it interesting how permanent staff were given all the time they needed to familiarise themselves in their new environment while temps were expected to pick up the job in no time at all otherwise they'll get someone else in. In a way this was good practise for me because I learned how to absorb information quickly and to fly by the seat of my pants. On a few occasions, I even heard the Inner Voice giving me advice when I was stuck.
I hear people on the "spiritual path" who believe it takes time to awaken to their true self. All I can say is you're not desperate and you believe you have time to evolve and develop. When you are as desperate as those businesses facing bankruptcy you will wake up and stay awake.
Everything takes time unless it doesn't.
Enocia
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"Mary is one of the UK's foremost authorities on retail and brand communication and is credited with turning Harvey Nichols into the modern fashion powerhouse that it is."
In last night's episode, Mary went to assist a men's clothes shop that was stuck in last century. If this business is to survive, the shop staff have to leave behind their fuddy-duddy image and be re-educated into the modern way of retailing. Mary inspire the shop staff to believe in themselves; with their new image, the business attracted younger customers leading to a successful business.
There are lots of these kinds of programmes on television where professionals share their expertise with businesses who are struggling. For instance, in Ramsay's Kitchen Nightmares British chef, Gordon Ramsay, helps struggling restaurants turn their businesses around.
What I find interesting about these programmes is people demonstrate transformation needn't take years but can happen instantly, if you're motivated to do so. When people's livelihood are on the line they are open to make changes as quickly as possible.
When I used to be a temp, I found it interesting how permanent staff were given all the time they needed to familiarise themselves in their new environment while temps were expected to pick up the job in no time at all otherwise they'll get someone else in. In a way this was good practise for me because I learned how to absorb information quickly and to fly by the seat of my pants. On a few occasions, I even heard the Inner Voice giving me advice when I was stuck.
I hear people on the "spiritual path" who believe it takes time to awaken to their true self. All I can say is you're not desperate and you believe you have time to evolve and develop. When you are as desperate as those businesses facing bankruptcy you will wake up and stay awake.
Everything takes time unless it doesn't.
Enocia
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Nice Cold Milk
As I was having a bowl of Weetabix breakfast cereal with the last bit of milk, I noticed the milk tasted a bit sour as if it had gone off. No point wasting the breakfast cereal. There was only one thing to do - project light into the cereal.
Light transformed the milk and it tasted very good.
I love a good bowl of Weetabix any time of the day with nice cold milk.
Enocia
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Light transformed the milk and it tasted very good.
I love a good bowl of Weetabix any time of the day with nice cold milk.
Enocia
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Do My Boobs Look Big in This?
While my mother and I were shopping and she was watching me try on some tops, she asked me why I didn't have a bra on. I told her I find them uncomfortable. Besides I have small breasts anyway and I don't feel I need them. She said the tops would look better with a bra and would cover my nipples.
I asked a shop assistants to measure me so I could find a suitable bra to try on with the tops. She asked me to take off the tops I had on expecting me to have a bra on.
"You should wear a bra, you know?" she said.
"I don't often wear them," I said, "because I find them uncomfortable."
"You should still wear them because they stop your breasts from sagging."
"Well, they are not doing too badly considering I'm nearly 42," I said.
She was shocked. "You look very young for your age. Have you had any kids?"
"No."
"That's why."
She measured me and found a bra my size, which I tried with the tops. The tops did look good with the bra.
If I decide to wear bras, I will do so for aesthetic reasons only not because I believe my breasts can ever droop. My boobs will continue to remain as pert as ever.
Enocia
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I asked a shop assistants to measure me so I could find a suitable bra to try on with the tops. She asked me to take off the tops I had on expecting me to have a bra on.
"You should wear a bra, you know?" she said.
"I don't often wear them," I said, "because I find them uncomfortable."
"You should still wear them because they stop your breasts from sagging."
"Well, they are not doing too badly considering I'm nearly 42," I said.
She was shocked. "You look very young for your age. Have you had any kids?"
"No."
"That's why."
She measured me and found a bra my size, which I tried with the tops. The tops did look good with the bra.
If I decide to wear bras, I will do so for aesthetic reasons only not because I believe my breasts can ever droop. My boobs will continue to remain as pert as ever.
Enocia
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Kindred Spirit
At the bookshop I was sitting near the teenage fiction section. I watched a boy and a girl, presumably siblings, rummaging through the shelves to find books they liked. I wondered if any of them were into Adventures of Tintin books.
When I was a child I loved Tintin books. Tintin is a young reporter who gets involved in many adventures. Tintin is always accompanied by his devoted dog, Snowy.
Last year I decided to re-read all the books in the series. I spent hours in bookstores reliving those stories and having a giggle.
Back in the bookshop, the kids' parents told them it was time to leave. As soon as they left, a teenage boy came to sit where the kids' parents had been sitting. I noticed he had a Tintin book - "The Black Island."
It was so wonderful meeting a kindred spirit. I told him I how much I love Tintin. He said he was a huge fan. He said he loves coming to this bookshop to sit on their comfy sofa and read. We spent a few minutes chatting about our favourite Tintin books. Then I wished him well.
Love to all Tintin fans.
Enocia
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When I was a child I loved Tintin books. Tintin is a young reporter who gets involved in many adventures. Tintin is always accompanied by his devoted dog, Snowy.
Last year I decided to re-read all the books in the series. I spent hours in bookstores reliving those stories and having a giggle.
Back in the bookshop, the kids' parents told them it was time to leave. As soon as they left, a teenage boy came to sit where the kids' parents had been sitting. I noticed he had a Tintin book - "The Black Island."
It was so wonderful meeting a kindred spirit. I told him I how much I love Tintin. He said he was a huge fan. He said he loves coming to this bookshop to sit on their comfy sofa and read. We spent a few minutes chatting about our favourite Tintin books. Then I wished him well.
Love to all Tintin fans.
Enocia
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Me and My Fancy Education!
As I was taking a walk in a lovely park yesterday, I noticed a sign asking people to keep off the grass. There was a flock of pigeons on the grass.
How come those pigeons can frolic on the grass and I can't? What makes them so special?
The only answer I could come up with was illiteracy. Those birds can't read, but humans can. If they could read they would probably keep off the grass too.
Not all animals and birds are illiterate, however. Those who have been reared by humans seem to take on human attributes and become stupid. For instance, I've seen pigeons waiting at traffic lights to cross the road. Hello, what's the point of having wings then?
I read a news article recently about a man who had raised a heron. The bird didn't know how to fly so the man had to teach him. That's just dumb! I reckon the bird has been studying aeronautics that's why he couldn't fly.
A while back we had some squeaky visitors in the flat. One of them liked to rummage through newspapers and magazines. In thought I asked them to leave or else we would be getting pest control in. Did the mice listen? No. Maybe they were too busy reading to heed my warning. When pest control came in they had to leave the hard way. That's what you get for educating yourself.
Have you noticed how free babies are? That's because they can't read either. Yesterday I noticed this baby who was about six months. When he saw me he started giggling. If I were to emulate the baby people would move away from me. But it's OK for the baby to laugh himself silly because he doesn't know any better; at least, he hasn't been educated out of being in joy for no reason at all.
The only people that get lots of freedom are people who are identified as loopy. As long as they don't harm anyone, they're expected to act illogically because they're nuts.
All this time I thought I was so clever being able to read and write but it is that same fancy education that keeps me bound by man-made laws.
I am now letting go and letting my inner illiteracy express itself just like my pigeon friends at the park.
Enocia
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How come those pigeons can frolic on the grass and I can't? What makes them so special?
The only answer I could come up with was illiteracy. Those birds can't read, but humans can. If they could read they would probably keep off the grass too.
Not all animals and birds are illiterate, however. Those who have been reared by humans seem to take on human attributes and become stupid. For instance, I've seen pigeons waiting at traffic lights to cross the road. Hello, what's the point of having wings then?
I read a news article recently about a man who had raised a heron. The bird didn't know how to fly so the man had to teach him. That's just dumb! I reckon the bird has been studying aeronautics that's why he couldn't fly.
A while back we had some squeaky visitors in the flat. One of them liked to rummage through newspapers and magazines. In thought I asked them to leave or else we would be getting pest control in. Did the mice listen? No. Maybe they were too busy reading to heed my warning. When pest control came in they had to leave the hard way. That's what you get for educating yourself.
Have you noticed how free babies are? That's because they can't read either. Yesterday I noticed this baby who was about six months. When he saw me he started giggling. If I were to emulate the baby people would move away from me. But it's OK for the baby to laugh himself silly because he doesn't know any better; at least, he hasn't been educated out of being in joy for no reason at all.
The only people that get lots of freedom are people who are identified as loopy. As long as they don't harm anyone, they're expected to act illogically because they're nuts.
All this time I thought I was so clever being able to read and write but it is that same fancy education that keeps me bound by man-made laws.
I am now letting go and letting my inner illiteracy express itself just like my pigeon friends at the park.
Enocia
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Monday, 23 June 2008
My Favourite Channel
When I changed the channel I discovered the one I wanted was no longer on that station. WTF! Why did they have to move the channel? Surely they could have kept it at its old station and allocate a new number to the new channel? It took me ages to locate the channel I was looking for.
The reason why that bugged me was because I don't like change. Why should I put up with flux and changes when in essence I am always the same?
As I see it, every thing is symbolic of a satellite channel resonating at a particular frequency. My real self, which is my favourite channel, resonates at its own frequency which I hear as an inner sound that I listen to and it is very soothing. I can also feel my real self as Joy. I could watch that channel for eternity. I know when I'm out of sorts when I'm not getting that feeling.
Every day I am bombarded with thought-forms and feelings which try to distract me from my favourite channel. To prevent this from happening, I have a ritual I practise which keeps me stuck on my favourite channel. Every morning when I wake up, I see myself as the Sun/Light and then radiate my Light to all time, all space, all realities. I see all time and all space filled with my Light.
On the bus yesterday I sat at the back. For some reason the engine was screeching. Instead of expecting the noise to stop, I decided to experience it through my favourite channel. I radiated my Light to all corners of the bus. The screeching was transmuted to a screech that was totally harmonious with who I am being. Bliss!
So I'm a stickler for tradition. I don't like change. I would rather watch my favourite Love channel day in and day out for eternity.
Enocia
Related articles: Breaking the Cycle; Harmony; The Love Paradox; Paradox; Tuning into the Love Station - Revisited; My Beloved; Cause or Effect?; Staying On an Even Keel
The reason why that bugged me was because I don't like change. Why should I put up with flux and changes when in essence I am always the same?
As I see it, every thing is symbolic of a satellite channel resonating at a particular frequency. My real self, which is my favourite channel, resonates at its own frequency which I hear as an inner sound that I listen to and it is very soothing. I can also feel my real self as Joy. I could watch that channel for eternity. I know when I'm out of sorts when I'm not getting that feeling.
Every day I am bombarded with thought-forms and feelings which try to distract me from my favourite channel. To prevent this from happening, I have a ritual I practise which keeps me stuck on my favourite channel. Every morning when I wake up, I see myself as the Sun/Light and then radiate my Light to all time, all space, all realities. I see all time and all space filled with my Light.
On the bus yesterday I sat at the back. For some reason the engine was screeching. Instead of expecting the noise to stop, I decided to experience it through my favourite channel. I radiated my Light to all corners of the bus. The screeching was transmuted to a screech that was totally harmonious with who I am being. Bliss!
So I'm a stickler for tradition. I don't like change. I would rather watch my favourite Love channel day in and day out for eternity.
Enocia
Related articles: Breaking the Cycle; Harmony; The Love Paradox; Paradox; Tuning into the Love Station - Revisited; My Beloved; Cause or Effect?; Staying On an Even Keel
Everything is Working Out Perfectly
Sometimes life seems to be higgledy-piggledy and things are not working out according to plan; or so it would seem.
My mother promised to take me on a shopping spree, her treat. When we woke up it was raining and looked quite miserable outside. Given that it was meant to be the longest day i.e. June 21st, it turned out to be the longest gloomy day.
I thought about my friend in America who was sending me a copy of his book, Book of DALETH, by snail mail. I wondered if his book was going to arrive before we went out, if we were going out that is. I had a feeling our shopping trip was about to be postponed because of the weather. Thanks for nothing, Universe!
My suspicion was soon confirmed because mum said she'd changed her mind about going shopping and asked if we could go two days later. I said I didn't mind at all. I spent the day writing and responding to some outstanding posts and emails.
When I went home later in the evening, there was a package waiting for me which mum had accepted on my behalf. It was my friend's book.
As you can see everything was working out perfectly; even the rain had been on my side. Mum had a relaxing day indoors away from the damp weather and I received my book.
My mother and I went shopping this morning and it was a perfect day for it.
Thank you, Universe!
Enocia
ps: My friend's book can either be downloaded at his website or purchased from the publishers.
Related articles: Firework Display; Everything Always Works Out for the Best
My mother promised to take me on a shopping spree, her treat. When we woke up it was raining and looked quite miserable outside. Given that it was meant to be the longest day i.e. June 21st, it turned out to be the longest gloomy day.
I thought about my friend in America who was sending me a copy of his book, Book of DALETH, by snail mail. I wondered if his book was going to arrive before we went out, if we were going out that is. I had a feeling our shopping trip was about to be postponed because of the weather. Thanks for nothing, Universe!
My suspicion was soon confirmed because mum said she'd changed her mind about going shopping and asked if we could go two days later. I said I didn't mind at all. I spent the day writing and responding to some outstanding posts and emails.
When I went home later in the evening, there was a package waiting for me which mum had accepted on my behalf. It was my friend's book.
As you can see everything was working out perfectly; even the rain had been on my side. Mum had a relaxing day indoors away from the damp weather and I received my book.
My mother and I went shopping this morning and it was a perfect day for it.
Thank you, Universe!
Enocia
ps: My friend's book can either be downloaded at his website or purchased from the publishers.
Related articles: Firework Display; Everything Always Works Out for the Best
Saturday, 21 June 2008
Make-up Tips
A while back when my foundation/cover cream ran out, I was inspired to stop wearing them and simply let my inner beauty shine.
Because old habits die hard I've been still using foundation but a different kind of foundation - Light.
As I see it, since all is Light then my body is concretised Light. So all I have to do is move the Light around by massaging my face with the tip of the same finger I used to put on my foundation with. Guess what? My skin looks as if I have foundation on.
I still wear eyeliner and lipstick as I haven't figured out yet how to paint my lips and eyes with Light.
Just as I was about to share my make-up tips with my mother this morning she said: "I thought you said you no longer wear foundation?"
"I don't."
"But your skin looks like it does."
"Touch my skin and look at your fingers. See, there's nothing there."
"That's amazing! But your skin looks radiant."
"I'm just letting my Light shine, mum."
Maybe I should go on one of these tele-shopping channels so I can promote my foundation.
Are you embarrassed to be seen without makeup?
Do you feel you need to cover up blemishes?
Now there is a new kind of cover cream that is so light it feels like you've got nothing on. It's called Enocia's No Fuss and No Muss Light Foundation.™ It is very easy to use. Just call upon Light, massage your skin, and go.
Call now on freephone 8888 8888 for a lifetime supply of Enocia's No Fuss and No Muss Light Foundation™ - because you're worth it.
Enocia
Related article: Illumination; Beauty From the Inside Out; Moisturising Cream
Because old habits die hard I've been still using foundation but a different kind of foundation - Light.
As I see it, since all is Light then my body is concretised Light. So all I have to do is move the Light around by massaging my face with the tip of the same finger I used to put on my foundation with. Guess what? My skin looks as if I have foundation on.
I still wear eyeliner and lipstick as I haven't figured out yet how to paint my lips and eyes with Light.
Just as I was about to share my make-up tips with my mother this morning she said: "I thought you said you no longer wear foundation?"
"I don't."
"But your skin looks like it does."
"Touch my skin and look at your fingers. See, there's nothing there."
"That's amazing! But your skin looks radiant."
"I'm just letting my Light shine, mum."
Maybe I should go on one of these tele-shopping channels so I can promote my foundation.
Are you embarrassed to be seen without makeup?
Do you feel you need to cover up blemishes?
Now there is a new kind of cover cream that is so light it feels like you've got nothing on. It's called Enocia's No Fuss and No Muss Light Foundation.™ It is very easy to use. Just call upon Light, massage your skin, and go.
Call now on freephone 8888 8888 for a lifetime supply of Enocia's No Fuss and No Muss Light Foundation™ - because you're worth it.
Enocia
Related article: Illumination; Beauty From the Inside Out; Moisturising Cream
Friday, 20 June 2008
The Voice of Innocence
Yesterday I met a friend on the bus. He told me about a well-being festival he was involved in which was on later that day and the following day. I promised to attend the following day.
When I checked the festival flyer my friend had given me, I saw that they were going to have talks and advice by medical experts and alternative healing practitioners. As I'm not really into any of that stuff, I had misgivings about attending. But something told me I needed to be there. I decided to go later that evening. I arrived around 6 pm.
My friend was happy to see me. After we'd exchanged hugs I had a look around the stalls. They had books about health matters and black spirituality, clothes, jewellery and health potions, which I'm not into. I noticed two guys chatting. One said he knew me from somewhere. He told me where we'd met before. I vaguely remember speaking to him about 2 or 3 years ago at a bus stop. The man he was speaking to excused himself and I continued chatting to him. It turned out to be a very interesting dialogue. Here are the highlights.
"How's life with you?" I said.
"Life has been like a rollercoaster ride but it's getting better. Today has been a very good day," he said.
"Well, I see life getting better and better for you."
"You think so?"
"I know so."
"I've been feeling a lot better and more relaxed. At work I just go with the flow. If someone tells me they want things done a particular way, I do it. If someone else tells me to do what I’ve done in a different way, I do it. I treat everyone as my boss."
"I love the idea of treating everyone like your boss," I chuckled.
"It makes life easier that way. I don't get into arguments, I am nice to everyone. If someone says something bad I say something nice in return. I think to myself 'I like you' even though I don't even like the person. You know what's amazing? After I've been thinking this, I end up liking the person anyway. Do you understand what I'm saying?"
"Yes, I do. It sounds to me that your intention to love the person connects you with the part where we are all One. You then end up experiencing the love for real."
"I give out so much love," my friend continued, "but I don't get it back."
"You probably do get love back in different ways. But if you’re expecting love in a particular way, you might miss all the good around you."
"Why do I keep attracting people who are no good like ones who do drugs, drink and lie?" he said. "I'm a good person and I want to attract nice people but I keep getting the same old."
"Hmmm, maybe you're focusing too much on what you don't want, which is attracting more of the same."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, if keep thinking that you don't want to attract people who are not good for you, then that's where you're putting your attention. You'll end up attracting them in your life experience."
"What should I do?"
"I would bless the people you don't want in your experience, wish them well, then focus only on the kind of experiences you want. As you said, you already give out a lot of love and that love will attract the "right" people to you. You are always attracting love anyway no matter what you do. Besides, you did manage to attract today's experience with all these people. It's all good, right?"
"You're right. Sometimes I feel like I could be doing so much more but something stops me. I don't know if it's the way I've been programmed or what," he said. "When I was a child life was an adventure. I was brought up in a very rough estate but it didn't matter. I liked going to places on my own. I would visit galleries and go for long walks. I was free to do anything I wanted. I wasn't bothered by anything. I could chat to the other boys even if we didn't get on."
"I wasn't even into fashion then," he continued. "My gran used to make my clothes. I would just pick up whatever was there and go. One day my friends started taking the Mickey that my trousers didn't have zips. I didn't know they were meant to. After that I wanted to wear the same trousers as the other boys. I miss that boy; he felt like he was the real me and I miss him. Listen to me telling you all these personal stuff, I don't even know you."
"Believe me, what you're talking about doesn't only apply to you. I'm sure many people can relate to what you're saying about the real you. You're talking about the Innocence in you which we all are. It is that Innocence that is never bothered about anything or about fashion."
"I used to love drawing and reading the Bible. When I read the Bible I would hear the water against the rocks, I would smell everything and hear everything. It was as if I was there in those places. When I became an adult I lost all that. I can't even remember the last time I picked up a pencil. When I read the Bible I don't feel anything."
"You know, just because you are an adult shouldn’t stop you from doing what you love."
"I feel like my "Innocence" is like a bubble and there are all these sharp edges around. Now my bubble has sharp edges and I'm afraid to do what I want. I've needed this sharp edge to survive. I used to be very quiet but then women took advantage so I started shouting back. But that's not me; I want to be that boy again who was free to do things, just like these kids."
My friend was referring to the children in the hall who were frolicking around.
"Awww, the kids are lovely," I smiled.
"Kids give so much joy. My son has really helped me to let go of a lot of anger. He once asked me a question. He said, 'Daddy, why are you so angry?' I used to always have an answer to all his questions, tell him I don't know, or get him to look it up in a dictionary. For once I didn't have an answer. I just sat there pretending to watch television but I was actually watching him. I couldn't tell him why I was so angry. After that I mellowed out a bit."
"Children have a way of getting to you, don't they? You can't lie to them as they can see right through you."
"My kids are the only ones I can be honest with. The rest of the time I'm just putting up a front so I can fit in."
"You're talking about wearing masks, aren't you?" I said.
"Yes, I am. I want to know who the real me is behind these masks."
"I don't mind masks. I like playing with masks. Right now I'm playing with my black mask that's why I'm here at this festival. I can then use the mask to get to know the Innocence behind the mask. I can feel your Innocence."
"I want to experience that Innocence all the time. I want to be in control."
"The way I see it, we've been conditioned to experience the world through logic and believe only in what we can perceive with our senses. This keeps us focused on appearances and survival mood. When you focus on logic you forget about the part of you that lives in wonder and is very creative like the boy inside of you, your Innocence. The "Powers that Be" like to keep us focused on survival issues. If we were all being our Innocent selves we wouldn't put up with what the world has to offer. The way to experience the real you is to let the Innocence take over. Start off by doing what you love."
"I have a book called Don Quixote. I keep picking it up and reading parts of it and putting it down again as it is very heavy. What you've been saying reminds me of stuff in that book about retraining the way you see things."
"Really? I'm aware of that book but I've never read it."
He gazed at me for a moment and he said, "Are you a teacher?"
"People keep asking me that. No, I'm just someone who shares her experiences of life. They are not meant to instruct but to inspire others to be true to themselves, to get back to their Innocence."
"What do you believe in? Do you go to church?"
"No, I don't follow any religion. I believe in God. It doesn't mean I don't read stuff. I read things that resonate with what I believe within me. I even discuss ideas with people who share my believes. But I don't follow anyone. I only follow myself, the God within, which we all have."
"Do you know much about health?" he said.
"I only know about connecting to myself, the God within, so I am healed when I need to. Why do you ask?"
"Well I feel drained all the time. Sometimes I feel unsteady on my feet. I feel strength in my upper body but my legs are constantly giving way."
"I can only speak from my own experience. I know I used to feel weak all the time and I would feel physically sick after doing any kind of housework. I then realised that I was meant to trust in God to do everything: to let go and let God."
"I don't know if I can take on what you're saying. How can I let God in when I can't see, feel, touch or hear him? I only know that if there is a power then it has to be all that I am and all that you are. Other than that, I can't imagine anything else."
"Forget about God. You know Love exists don't you, even though you can see it?"
"Yes, I love my kids."
"Well, God for me is inexhaustible Love. When I say I let Love do everything, it's rather like riding on a bus. I'm not exhausted when I'm on the bus because I am being driven to my destination. That's what I mean by let go and let God or Love."
"I think I know what you mean. I didn't expect to be here today. I planned to go to work, see my daughter and decorate my place but something told me to relax. When I was walking by this building I noticed this festival and I came in. I've met some very nice people here today."
"So you did let go and let a Power bring you here. So back to your question about health, it could be you need to let this Power energise your body? I don't know."
"I need to get to another level," he said.
"What do you mean?"
"Love. I want to experience more love."
"You already love your kids, don't you?"
"Yes, but another level. I want it in a relationship. I don't know how to go about meeting that special person. Do I become a Rasta, a Muslim, a Christian then meet my soul mate that way?"
"Do you have to be in a religion? It's up to you. I believe Love is in all religions. Why don't you focus on being yourself, the Love that you are? As it is written in the Bible: 'Seek ye first the Kingdom of God and his righteousness..."
"'And all these things shall be added unto you.'"* he said.
"Exactly! Just focus on getting to know your Innocence again and being kind to yourself and the rest will follow. I know it will."
As we were chatting I noticed the organisers were preparing the mic indicating someone was going to give a talk of some sort. I felt it was time to make a move.
"What's the time?" I said.
"It's nearly 7."
"I have to go. I'm not going to stay for the talk."
"It's been nice talking to you," my friend said. "You've given me a lot to think about."
My friend asked me for my website address and I gave him one link. I then said goodbye to my organiser friend. My friend said I needed to stay as it was an important speaker but I told him I needed to leave and wished him well. Besides, I had done the job I had come to do: deliver a message to my friend.
During my bus ride home I thought about my friend's anguish about wanting to be his true self. How many people feel like him? At one stop there were lots of passengers, which was quite unusual. Someone told me the tube (underground) wasn't working. People were fighting to get on board the bus. When the bus eventually pulled away, one passenger's face was squashed against the doors.
The packed bus represents the way most people have been programmed to be in survival mode. The programme is so compelling that you think the human rat race is the only way of being. You'll do anything you can to hang on to that reality. However the Voice of Innocence doesn't play favourites. I believe He is constantly calling out to everyone to wake up to their true selves. Some hear the call and wake up while others need to be woken up the hard way.
For instance, on a recent bus journey, I noticed a man was fast asleep. When we arrived at the last stop I tried to wake him up.
"Excuse me," I touched his shoulder, "it's the last stop."
That didn't rouse him.
"Excuse me," I shook him, "it's the last stop."
He still didn't budge.
I decided to let the driver do the deed and the driver announced on his microphone. His boom was so loud it startled the passenger out of his sleep. Well, if he didn't want to be woken up the easy way, he did wake up the hard way.
My friend at the festival has a deep longing to be his true self. I have no doubt that he'll get to express that Innocence, he just has to let it.
I am Innocence.
Enocia
* Matthew 6: 33
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When I checked the festival flyer my friend had given me, I saw that they were going to have talks and advice by medical experts and alternative healing practitioners. As I'm not really into any of that stuff, I had misgivings about attending. But something told me I needed to be there. I decided to go later that evening. I arrived around 6 pm.
My friend was happy to see me. After we'd exchanged hugs I had a look around the stalls. They had books about health matters and black spirituality, clothes, jewellery and health potions, which I'm not into. I noticed two guys chatting. One said he knew me from somewhere. He told me where we'd met before. I vaguely remember speaking to him about 2 or 3 years ago at a bus stop. The man he was speaking to excused himself and I continued chatting to him. It turned out to be a very interesting dialogue. Here are the highlights.
"How's life with you?" I said.
"Life has been like a rollercoaster ride but it's getting better. Today has been a very good day," he said.
"Well, I see life getting better and better for you."
"You think so?"
"I know so."
"I've been feeling a lot better and more relaxed. At work I just go with the flow. If someone tells me they want things done a particular way, I do it. If someone else tells me to do what I’ve done in a different way, I do it. I treat everyone as my boss."
"I love the idea of treating everyone like your boss," I chuckled.
"It makes life easier that way. I don't get into arguments, I am nice to everyone. If someone says something bad I say something nice in return. I think to myself 'I like you' even though I don't even like the person. You know what's amazing? After I've been thinking this, I end up liking the person anyway. Do you understand what I'm saying?"
"Yes, I do. It sounds to me that your intention to love the person connects you with the part where we are all One. You then end up experiencing the love for real."
"I give out so much love," my friend continued, "but I don't get it back."
"You probably do get love back in different ways. But if you’re expecting love in a particular way, you might miss all the good around you."
"Why do I keep attracting people who are no good like ones who do drugs, drink and lie?" he said. "I'm a good person and I want to attract nice people but I keep getting the same old."
"Hmmm, maybe you're focusing too much on what you don't want, which is attracting more of the same."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, if keep thinking that you don't want to attract people who are not good for you, then that's where you're putting your attention. You'll end up attracting them in your life experience."
"What should I do?"
"I would bless the people you don't want in your experience, wish them well, then focus only on the kind of experiences you want. As you said, you already give out a lot of love and that love will attract the "right" people to you. You are always attracting love anyway no matter what you do. Besides, you did manage to attract today's experience with all these people. It's all good, right?"
"You're right. Sometimes I feel like I could be doing so much more but something stops me. I don't know if it's the way I've been programmed or what," he said. "When I was a child life was an adventure. I was brought up in a very rough estate but it didn't matter. I liked going to places on my own. I would visit galleries and go for long walks. I was free to do anything I wanted. I wasn't bothered by anything. I could chat to the other boys even if we didn't get on."
"I wasn't even into fashion then," he continued. "My gran used to make my clothes. I would just pick up whatever was there and go. One day my friends started taking the Mickey that my trousers didn't have zips. I didn't know they were meant to. After that I wanted to wear the same trousers as the other boys. I miss that boy; he felt like he was the real me and I miss him. Listen to me telling you all these personal stuff, I don't even know you."
"Believe me, what you're talking about doesn't only apply to you. I'm sure many people can relate to what you're saying about the real you. You're talking about the Innocence in you which we all are. It is that Innocence that is never bothered about anything or about fashion."
"I used to love drawing and reading the Bible. When I read the Bible I would hear the water against the rocks, I would smell everything and hear everything. It was as if I was there in those places. When I became an adult I lost all that. I can't even remember the last time I picked up a pencil. When I read the Bible I don't feel anything."
"You know, just because you are an adult shouldn’t stop you from doing what you love."
"I feel like my "Innocence" is like a bubble and there are all these sharp edges around. Now my bubble has sharp edges and I'm afraid to do what I want. I've needed this sharp edge to survive. I used to be very quiet but then women took advantage so I started shouting back. But that's not me; I want to be that boy again who was free to do things, just like these kids."
My friend was referring to the children in the hall who were frolicking around.
"Awww, the kids are lovely," I smiled.
"Kids give so much joy. My son has really helped me to let go of a lot of anger. He once asked me a question. He said, 'Daddy, why are you so angry?' I used to always have an answer to all his questions, tell him I don't know, or get him to look it up in a dictionary. For once I didn't have an answer. I just sat there pretending to watch television but I was actually watching him. I couldn't tell him why I was so angry. After that I mellowed out a bit."
"Children have a way of getting to you, don't they? You can't lie to them as they can see right through you."
"My kids are the only ones I can be honest with. The rest of the time I'm just putting up a front so I can fit in."
"You're talking about wearing masks, aren't you?" I said.
"Yes, I am. I want to know who the real me is behind these masks."
"I don't mind masks. I like playing with masks. Right now I'm playing with my black mask that's why I'm here at this festival. I can then use the mask to get to know the Innocence behind the mask. I can feel your Innocence."
"I want to experience that Innocence all the time. I want to be in control."
"The way I see it, we've been conditioned to experience the world through logic and believe only in what we can perceive with our senses. This keeps us focused on appearances and survival mood. When you focus on logic you forget about the part of you that lives in wonder and is very creative like the boy inside of you, your Innocence. The "Powers that Be" like to keep us focused on survival issues. If we were all being our Innocent selves we wouldn't put up with what the world has to offer. The way to experience the real you is to let the Innocence take over. Start off by doing what you love."
"I have a book called Don Quixote. I keep picking it up and reading parts of it and putting it down again as it is very heavy. What you've been saying reminds me of stuff in that book about retraining the way you see things."
"Really? I'm aware of that book but I've never read it."
He gazed at me for a moment and he said, "Are you a teacher?"
"People keep asking me that. No, I'm just someone who shares her experiences of life. They are not meant to instruct but to inspire others to be true to themselves, to get back to their Innocence."
"What do you believe in? Do you go to church?"
"No, I don't follow any religion. I believe in God. It doesn't mean I don't read stuff. I read things that resonate with what I believe within me. I even discuss ideas with people who share my believes. But I don't follow anyone. I only follow myself, the God within, which we all have."
"Do you know much about health?" he said.
"I only know about connecting to myself, the God within, so I am healed when I need to. Why do you ask?"
"Well I feel drained all the time. Sometimes I feel unsteady on my feet. I feel strength in my upper body but my legs are constantly giving way."
"I can only speak from my own experience. I know I used to feel weak all the time and I would feel physically sick after doing any kind of housework. I then realised that I was meant to trust in God to do everything: to let go and let God."
"I don't know if I can take on what you're saying. How can I let God in when I can't see, feel, touch or hear him? I only know that if there is a power then it has to be all that I am and all that you are. Other than that, I can't imagine anything else."
"Forget about God. You know Love exists don't you, even though you can see it?"
"Yes, I love my kids."
"Well, God for me is inexhaustible Love. When I say I let Love do everything, it's rather like riding on a bus. I'm not exhausted when I'm on the bus because I am being driven to my destination. That's what I mean by let go and let God or Love."
"I think I know what you mean. I didn't expect to be here today. I planned to go to work, see my daughter and decorate my place but something told me to relax. When I was walking by this building I noticed this festival and I came in. I've met some very nice people here today."
"So you did let go and let a Power bring you here. So back to your question about health, it could be you need to let this Power energise your body? I don't know."
"I need to get to another level," he said.
"What do you mean?"
"Love. I want to experience more love."
"You already love your kids, don't you?"
"Yes, but another level. I want it in a relationship. I don't know how to go about meeting that special person. Do I become a Rasta, a Muslim, a Christian then meet my soul mate that way?"
"Do you have to be in a religion? It's up to you. I believe Love is in all religions. Why don't you focus on being yourself, the Love that you are? As it is written in the Bible: 'Seek ye first the Kingdom of God and his righteousness..."
"'And all these things shall be added unto you.'"* he said.
"Exactly! Just focus on getting to know your Innocence again and being kind to yourself and the rest will follow. I know it will."
As we were chatting I noticed the organisers were preparing the mic indicating someone was going to give a talk of some sort. I felt it was time to make a move.
"What's the time?" I said.
"It's nearly 7."
"I have to go. I'm not going to stay for the talk."
"It's been nice talking to you," my friend said. "You've given me a lot to think about."
My friend asked me for my website address and I gave him one link. I then said goodbye to my organiser friend. My friend said I needed to stay as it was an important speaker but I told him I needed to leave and wished him well. Besides, I had done the job I had come to do: deliver a message to my friend.
During my bus ride home I thought about my friend's anguish about wanting to be his true self. How many people feel like him? At one stop there were lots of passengers, which was quite unusual. Someone told me the tube (underground) wasn't working. People were fighting to get on board the bus. When the bus eventually pulled away, one passenger's face was squashed against the doors.
The packed bus represents the way most people have been programmed to be in survival mode. The programme is so compelling that you think the human rat race is the only way of being. You'll do anything you can to hang on to that reality. However the Voice of Innocence doesn't play favourites. I believe He is constantly calling out to everyone to wake up to their true selves. Some hear the call and wake up while others need to be woken up the hard way.
For instance, on a recent bus journey, I noticed a man was fast asleep. When we arrived at the last stop I tried to wake him up.
"Excuse me," I touched his shoulder, "it's the last stop."
That didn't rouse him.
"Excuse me," I shook him, "it's the last stop."
He still didn't budge.
I decided to let the driver do the deed and the driver announced on his microphone. His boom was so loud it startled the passenger out of his sleep. Well, if he didn't want to be woken up the easy way, he did wake up the hard way.
My friend at the festival has a deep longing to be his true self. I have no doubt that he'll get to express that Innocence, he just has to let it.
I am Innocence.
Enocia
* Matthew 6: 33
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Thursday, 19 June 2008
Simple Life
I was chatting to a friend on the bus this morning who told me that he knows someone who finds she's so sensitive that if she touches someone she feels as if she's being drained. My friend said to her that she's not aligned to her Spirit. If she was, she wouldn't see people as draining her energy.
I agreed with my friend. I find when you are being the Real You who is loving who she is being and being true to herself, everything fits in perfectly.
All I have to do is just be Me and the world conforms accordingly. I end up meeting people who I resonate with and vice versa; I receive guidance that matches my needs; and life is effortless.
Life is simple; we just make things complicated.
Enocia
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I agreed with my friend. I find when you are being the Real You who is loving who she is being and being true to herself, everything fits in perfectly.
All I have to do is just be Me and the world conforms accordingly. I end up meeting people who I resonate with and vice versa; I receive guidance that matches my needs; and life is effortless.
Life is simple; we just make things complicated.
Enocia
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Chill Out!
People complain that there is a lot of rubbish, passing on for entertainment, on television these days. Why can't we have more positive programmes?
Your prayers have been answered.
I recently discovered a channel called "Awareness" located at 888 on the Sky Network. It just has fishes swimming in a fish tank. I don't think the fishes are real but it is quite soothing watching them swim.
So if you get stressed out about violence on telly, why not switch over to the "Awareness" channel and simply chill out.
I have to admit I can only cope with about a minute of this kind of bliss before I'm rushing back to watch more entertaining TV like the news.
Nice idea though.
Enocia
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Your prayers have been answered.
I recently discovered a channel called "Awareness" located at 888 on the Sky Network. It just has fishes swimming in a fish tank. I don't think the fishes are real but it is quite soothing watching them swim.
So if you get stressed out about violence on telly, why not switch over to the "Awareness" channel and simply chill out.
I have to admit I can only cope with about a minute of this kind of bliss before I'm rushing back to watch more entertaining TV like the news.
Nice idea though.
Enocia
Related articles: More about the Magic Number; Harmless Fun
Keeping Up Appearances
I watched a documentary the other night about the author, Charles Dickens' secret affair with a young woman, "Nelly" whom he met when she was a teenager. Dickens was torn between his moral beliefs about family and society that he portray in his books and following his heart. While the affair continued, Dickens had to take on assumed names and travel up and down the country to be with his true love. Nelly had to live the life of a recluse so they could continue their affair. They had one child but the child died in infancy. The affair went on for 13 years until Dickens' death.
After Dickens died, Nelly erased those 13 years from her life by passing herself off as an 18 year old when she met and eventually married her husband and had a family. Apparently neither her husband nor her kids knew her real age or about her former life.
I thought it was an extraordinary story, particularly the part where Nelly reinvented herself.
Why stay with someone because of what society might think when you can be with someone you truly love?
Good for Nelly!
Enocia
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After Dickens died, Nelly erased those 13 years from her life by passing herself off as an 18 year old when she met and eventually married her husband and had a family. Apparently neither her husband nor her kids knew her real age or about her former life.
I thought it was an extraordinary story, particularly the part where Nelly reinvented herself.
Why stay with someone because of what society might think when you can be with someone you truly love?
Good for Nelly!
Enocia
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Breaking the Ice
A woman came into the bus pushing her daughter in a buggy (push chair). I was sitting in the area for buggies. Her mother sat beside me. I touched the little girl's hand and said hello. She didn't smile nor did she say anything. She just kept staring at me with her piercing blue eyes. I smiled and looked away. Each time I looked back at her I could see she was still staring at me.
Finally, she reached out and grabbed my fingers and wouldn't let go. I let her hold them until we arrived at my stop. Then I unlinked our fingers and said goodbye to her and her mother.
Some people can see right through you.
Enocia
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Finally, she reached out and grabbed my fingers and wouldn't let go. I let her hold them until we arrived at my stop. Then I unlinked our fingers and said goodbye to her and her mother.
Some people can see right through you.
Enocia
Related article: Beyond the Veil
Firework Display
When I have a thoughts or intention, the thought is a beam of light that travels at light speed and explodes into infinite multicoloured fragments, rather like a firework display, reaching all in the Universe. My intention then attracts like-thought forms that enables the intention to be fulfilled. Those fragments will not stop until their mission has been accomplished or I change my mind about the intention.
Yesterday evening instead of catching the bus home, I decided to walk home, which takes approximately 2 hours. At one point, I went down a particular side street which I thought was a shortcut. I found myself in an area I recognised the last time I was lost in that area. My attention was drawn to a road which sounded familiar but I decided not to go down that road and headed right until I got to a junction. I had a feeling I was going the wrong way. I asked this man and he advised me to head back in the direction I'd come from. I ended up walking up the road I had noticed earlier which took me to the main road. I recognised the main road but I was slightly disoriented; I couldn't work out whether I should go left or right. My legs were taking me to the left but my head needed confirmation. Just at that moment a taxi cab pulled up.
In London there are lots of taxi cabs which run on a meter. They used to be black, but now they come in different colours as a lot of them are being sponsored by different companies. All taxi drivers have to pass The Knowledge, which means they have to know London inside out.
Even though I could easily have asked a passer-by for directions, I was quite chuffed that an expert had appeared. I asked the taxi driver which way I should head and he agreed with my legs that I should turn left. I walked the rest of the way without incident.
A while back I noticed some information about various festivals taking place around where I live. I was quite interested in it but I didn't fancy carrying the brochure with me, as it was quite bulky. When I checked out the website, there was a long list of activities. I couldn't be bothered to go through all of them. A few weeks later I got chatting to a friend who lives in our neighbourhood and he told me about a health awareness and well-being festival he's going to be involved in, which is part of the festival in our local area. He didn't have a flyer at the time. I saw him twice after that and each time he didn't have a flyer. Today I met him at the bus stop and the first thing he did was he pulled out a flyer. It turns out the well-being festival is on today and tomorrow. I might check it out later.
It just shows that every thought or intention I have has the full backing of the entire Universe. All I have to do is trust in my firework display.
Enocia
Source of Firework display photo.
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Wednesday, 18 June 2008
No Chance!
As I was walking home yesterday evening, I saw this woman walking ahead with several bags of shopping. I asked her if I could help and she said yes. I took two bags from her. She said I'd only left her with one bag.
"Don't worry about it," I said. "You deserve to be pampered."
"I feel like God answering my prayers," she said.
"I had a lovely day today and met up with an old friend. It's just nice to share the joy with others."
I asked her where she lived and she pointed the way, which was in the direction I was walking in anyway.
She told me she was a pastor.
"Really?" I said.
"Are you a Christian?" she said.
"No, I don't follow any religion, I just believe in God."
"Don't you believe Jesus is the Saviour of the world and died for our sins?"
"I just believe in God."
"Jesus said 'I am the way, the truth and the light. No one comes to the Father but through me,'" She said.
"Well, I don't believe I need to go through anyone to get through to God," I said. "I have a direct link."
"You need Jesus to get to God," she said.
"I don't think so."
"I'll pray for you that you see Jesus," she said.
"Thank you!"
When we got to her house, I returned my friend's shopping, gave her a hug, and wished her well.
I was only offering my neighbour a helping hand, I wasn't looking to be saved!
I need a mediator to God? No chance!
Enocia
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"Don't worry about it," I said. "You deserve to be pampered."
"I feel like God answering my prayers," she said.
"I had a lovely day today and met up with an old friend. It's just nice to share the joy with others."
I asked her where she lived and she pointed the way, which was in the direction I was walking in anyway.
She told me she was a pastor.
"Really?" I said.
"Are you a Christian?" she said.
"No, I don't follow any religion, I just believe in God."
"Don't you believe Jesus is the Saviour of the world and died for our sins?"
"I just believe in God."
"Jesus said 'I am the way, the truth and the light. No one comes to the Father but through me,'" She said.
"Well, I don't believe I need to go through anyone to get through to God," I said. "I have a direct link."
"You need Jesus to get to God," she said.
"I don't think so."
"I'll pray for you that you see Jesus," she said.
"Thank you!"
When we got to her house, I returned my friend's shopping, gave her a hug, and wished her well.
I was only offering my neighbour a helping hand, I wasn't looking to be saved!
I need a mediator to God? No chance!
Enocia
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The Universe Has Got It Covered
I was chatting to a friend yesterday about a film that has a "butterfly" in the title based on a book I read years ago, but I couldn't remember what it was called. In today's Metro I noticed this article about the very same film: The Diving Bell and the Butterfly
The same friend was looking for a naturist magazine which he used to get at a certain bookshop but when we went there he was told they no longer stock it. In today's Metro, I noticed the following article: Hundreds strip for US photographer. The nudists happen to be Irish and my friend is Irish. It's as if the Universe is saying "Will this do?"
I've forwarded both links to my friend.
It just shows the Universe always have things covered, apart from nudes and naturists.
Enocia
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The same friend was looking for a naturist magazine which he used to get at a certain bookshop but when we went there he was told they no longer stock it. In today's Metro, I noticed the following article: Hundreds strip for US photographer. The nudists happen to be Irish and my friend is Irish. It's as if the Universe is saying "Will this do?"
I've forwarded both links to my friend.
It just shows the Universe always have things covered, apart from nudes and naturists.
Enocia
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My Dream Play Mate
About a week ago, my mother and I watched a documentary about whether foods that have passed their use-by dates are still edible. The journalist tested several products which he prepared and found some of them tasted quite "normal." He also interviewed a man who lives on food that have been discarded by supermarkets for one reason or another.
Mum was quite angry about this because she doesn't like waste. She said there are so many people starving and supermarkets are throwing food away which can be redistributed, and then putting up their prizes.
The programme reminded me of a friend's experience. He said once he was at the supermarket, he noticed an assistant clearing out some food that had reached their sell-by-dates. He took one but the assistant asked him to hand it back. My friend pointed out that since they were going to chuck them away he might as well have it. The assistant said it was against their policy to give their food away. My friend held on to the sandwich for dear life and they had to call Security for assistance. It was one of the funniest stories I'd ever heard. I shared my friend's experience with mum and she thought it was hilarious.
I wondered how my friend was. The last I heard from him he was going away for a month. I wondered if he'd gone to the "Cannes Film Festival" (my friend is an actor). Yesterday morning, the last dream I had before I woke up was about my friend. I was chatting to him but I couldn't understand what he was saying.
Later I went to the library to write. When my time was running out on the computer, I went to ask one of the librarians to extend my time. It was then I saw a familiar face at the desk, my friend.
"Oh my God, I had a dream about you this morning," I hugged him, "but you were speaking gibberish!"
"Oh yeah!" he returned my hug. "I've been thinking about you and I was even going to call you. I'm not going to bother now."
My friend told me he'd come to do some research on his grandfather which he needs for personal reasons that I'm not going to divulge here. This library specialises in historical data and attracts lots of researchers, particular those interested in their family trees. He was advised that what he was looking for was not kept at that library but at another records office.
We decided to hang out so we could catch up. We walked via the River Thames into town. He said he'd spent time in Cannes looking for work. After Cannes he went to Lourdes and then spent a few days in Spain.
My friend has been intending to do some research on his grandfather for some time and he feels this is the right time. As if he was getting encouragement from the Universe, he even found a weekly travelcard that enables you to travel on buses, overground and underground trains. The travelcard will come handy for his journey the next day to the records office and wherever he needs to go. As we were walking he spotted a one day travelcard someone had dropped which he picked up and gave to me, in case I wanted to travel home by train. I thought it was amazing how he'd manifested two travelcards for free.
He took me to his favourite cafe in Soho. We had to sit outside because he smokes. He ordered tea for both of us. I couldn't resist teasing him over his "filthy habit."
"Because of us non-smokers, smoking has been banned from all public transports and buildings," I said. "Have you heard about 2012 when people believe there is going to be a huge leap in human consciousness?"
"Yes, I'm aware of this."
"Actually, what's really going to happen in that year is all smokers are going to be banished from this planet. So you'd better give up smoking or else you're a goner."
The weather was lovely and warm for a change. It was fun sitting outside watching the world go by. Lots of the cafes had people outside. I noticed there were Italian flags on the road we were on and pointed this out to my friend.
"That's because of the football. Italy's playing France."
"Sounds like the last World Cup Final."
"Yes, but it's not the finals. Only one team can go through to the next round."
"What team do you want to win?" I said. "I would like Italy to win."
"I'm not bothered. May the best team win."
"It's not about who's the best but about who I want to win. I want Italy to win because I prefer Italian to French. So I'm going to visualise Italy scoring. I can see Italy winning. Yes, Italy has won!"
We chatted about music. My friend said some of the boys from the pop group, Westlife, who happen to be my mother's favourite group, hail from his home town, Sligo in Ireland. Just as my friend was telling me this, he spotted a man walking by. From what he was wearing, he looked like a Hari Krishna monk. My friend attracted his attention with the "Hari Krishna" greeting. The man stopped and asked my friend where he was from. My friend told him. The man said he had just come from Ireland. He also knew Sligo. He sat at our table and he and my friend discussed Ireland and Hari Krishna. I learned there was an Hari Krishna island in Ireland. He also gave us books on the Hari Krishna diets which I used to be into when I was a vegetarian.
After a few minutes chatting to our Hari Krishna friend, we heard some people chanting Hari Krishna. I recognised one of the monks from the local Hari Krishna temple that I used to go to a while back. They stopped and chanted in front of us and my friend and I chanted with them. After singing and dancing for about fifteen minutes they left.
My friend and I left the cafe and we walked round Soho. We went into a cake shop that sells fresh Jammie Dodgers, which is a biscuit with jelly inside. They even have huge ones which my friend bought but I didn't fancy any. We headed to the bookshop to check if they had a naturist magazine he likes. On the way we saw two women standing outside a pub. One woman had a security badge on. My friend pointed at the badge and said, "So you work in security then?"
She said yes.
As we walked away my friend said the woman was probably thinking: "Who was that nutter eating a giant Jammie Dodger pointing at my badge. Maybe it is I who needs security!" We had a giggle about that.
The bookshop had stopped stocking the magazine my friend was interested in. I told my friend that maybe the bookshop stopped stocking the magazine because they didn't want to attract pervs like him. We stood near the magazine racks chatting. We noticed two young guys picking up magazines to read.
"Have you got enough magazines there?" my friend said.
"Yes, we have," they said.
"You missed out this one." My friend pointed at a magazine called "Oprah" with the chat show host Oprah Winfrey.
"We are not interested in Oprah!" one guy said.
"Why aren't you interested in Oprah?" my friend said.
"Because we're not. Maybe when we're older."
"Don't mind him," I said to the guys, "my friend is nuts. Enjoy whatever you enjoy."
I was curious what magazines they were into. They'd picked up lifestyle magazines like "Vogue" which focuses on fashion and "Hello" which focuses on celebrity. As one guy was flicking through "Vogue" I told him it reminded me of the outfits in the comedy "Sex and the City." He told me he was a fan and was looking forward to seeing the movie when it came out. I told him it was already out. We chatted for a few minutes about the comedy, then they went upstairs to read.
My friend shared his hobby with me which is collecting passport photos he finds in the street. I thought I was crazy but my friend is bonkers.
We had to part company because my friend wanted to go home to watch the football match. I stayed in the bookshop to browse. I even spotted the two guys I had chatted to earlier and I waved at them.
My friend is my perfect dream play mate and always a lot of fun to be with. I'm sure we'll see each other soon enough when we're both thinking of each other. Love always seem to attract love.
(By the way, Italy did win the football last night: 2-0. Fantastico!)
Enocia
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Mum was quite angry about this because she doesn't like waste. She said there are so many people starving and supermarkets are throwing food away which can be redistributed, and then putting up their prizes.
The programme reminded me of a friend's experience. He said once he was at the supermarket, he noticed an assistant clearing out some food that had reached their sell-by-dates. He took one but the assistant asked him to hand it back. My friend pointed out that since they were going to chuck them away he might as well have it. The assistant said it was against their policy to give their food away. My friend held on to the sandwich for dear life and they had to call Security for assistance. It was one of the funniest stories I'd ever heard. I shared my friend's experience with mum and she thought it was hilarious.
I wondered how my friend was. The last I heard from him he was going away for a month. I wondered if he'd gone to the "Cannes Film Festival" (my friend is an actor). Yesterday morning, the last dream I had before I woke up was about my friend. I was chatting to him but I couldn't understand what he was saying.
Later I went to the library to write. When my time was running out on the computer, I went to ask one of the librarians to extend my time. It was then I saw a familiar face at the desk, my friend.
"Oh my God, I had a dream about you this morning," I hugged him, "but you were speaking gibberish!"
"Oh yeah!" he returned my hug. "I've been thinking about you and I was even going to call you. I'm not going to bother now."
My friend told me he'd come to do some research on his grandfather which he needs for personal reasons that I'm not going to divulge here. This library specialises in historical data and attracts lots of researchers, particular those interested in their family trees. He was advised that what he was looking for was not kept at that library but at another records office.
We decided to hang out so we could catch up. We walked via the River Thames into town. He said he'd spent time in Cannes looking for work. After Cannes he went to Lourdes and then spent a few days in Spain.
My friend has been intending to do some research on his grandfather for some time and he feels this is the right time. As if he was getting encouragement from the Universe, he even found a weekly travelcard that enables you to travel on buses, overground and underground trains. The travelcard will come handy for his journey the next day to the records office and wherever he needs to go. As we were walking he spotted a one day travelcard someone had dropped which he picked up and gave to me, in case I wanted to travel home by train. I thought it was amazing how he'd manifested two travelcards for free.
He took me to his favourite cafe in Soho. We had to sit outside because he smokes. He ordered tea for both of us. I couldn't resist teasing him over his "filthy habit."
"Because of us non-smokers, smoking has been banned from all public transports and buildings," I said. "Have you heard about 2012 when people believe there is going to be a huge leap in human consciousness?"
"Yes, I'm aware of this."
"Actually, what's really going to happen in that year is all smokers are going to be banished from this planet. So you'd better give up smoking or else you're a goner."
The weather was lovely and warm for a change. It was fun sitting outside watching the world go by. Lots of the cafes had people outside. I noticed there were Italian flags on the road we were on and pointed this out to my friend.
"That's because of the football. Italy's playing France."
"Sounds like the last World Cup Final."
"Yes, but it's not the finals. Only one team can go through to the next round."
"What team do you want to win?" I said. "I would like Italy to win."
"I'm not bothered. May the best team win."
"It's not about who's the best but about who I want to win. I want Italy to win because I prefer Italian to French. So I'm going to visualise Italy scoring. I can see Italy winning. Yes, Italy has won!"
We chatted about music. My friend said some of the boys from the pop group, Westlife, who happen to be my mother's favourite group, hail from his home town, Sligo in Ireland. Just as my friend was telling me this, he spotted a man walking by. From what he was wearing, he looked like a Hari Krishna monk. My friend attracted his attention with the "Hari Krishna" greeting. The man stopped and asked my friend where he was from. My friend told him. The man said he had just come from Ireland. He also knew Sligo. He sat at our table and he and my friend discussed Ireland and Hari Krishna. I learned there was an Hari Krishna island in Ireland. He also gave us books on the Hari Krishna diets which I used to be into when I was a vegetarian.
After a few minutes chatting to our Hari Krishna friend, we heard some people chanting Hari Krishna. I recognised one of the monks from the local Hari Krishna temple that I used to go to a while back. They stopped and chanted in front of us and my friend and I chanted with them. After singing and dancing for about fifteen minutes they left.
My friend and I left the cafe and we walked round Soho. We went into a cake shop that sells fresh Jammie Dodgers, which is a biscuit with jelly inside. They even have huge ones which my friend bought but I didn't fancy any. We headed to the bookshop to check if they had a naturist magazine he likes. On the way we saw two women standing outside a pub. One woman had a security badge on. My friend pointed at the badge and said, "So you work in security then?"
She said yes.
As we walked away my friend said the woman was probably thinking: "Who was that nutter eating a giant Jammie Dodger pointing at my badge. Maybe it is I who needs security!" We had a giggle about that.
The bookshop had stopped stocking the magazine my friend was interested in. I told my friend that maybe the bookshop stopped stocking the magazine because they didn't want to attract pervs like him. We stood near the magazine racks chatting. We noticed two young guys picking up magazines to read.
"Have you got enough magazines there?" my friend said.
"Yes, we have," they said.
"You missed out this one." My friend pointed at a magazine called "Oprah" with the chat show host Oprah Winfrey.
"We are not interested in Oprah!" one guy said.
"Why aren't you interested in Oprah?" my friend said.
"Because we're not. Maybe when we're older."
"Don't mind him," I said to the guys, "my friend is nuts. Enjoy whatever you enjoy."
I was curious what magazines they were into. They'd picked up lifestyle magazines like "Vogue" which focuses on fashion and "Hello" which focuses on celebrity. As one guy was flicking through "Vogue" I told him it reminded me of the outfits in the comedy "Sex and the City." He told me he was a fan and was looking forward to seeing the movie when it came out. I told him it was already out. We chatted for a few minutes about the comedy, then they went upstairs to read.
My friend shared his hobby with me which is collecting passport photos he finds in the street. I thought I was crazy but my friend is bonkers.
We had to part company because my friend wanted to go home to watch the football match. I stayed in the bookshop to browse. I even spotted the two guys I had chatted to earlier and I waved at them.
My friend is my perfect dream play mate and always a lot of fun to be with. I'm sure we'll see each other soon enough when we're both thinking of each other. Love always seem to attract love.
(By the way, Italy did win the football last night: 2-0. Fantastico!)
Enocia
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Tuesday, 17 June 2008
Drop Dead Gorgeous!
On the bus this woman came on who looked drop dead gorgeous. I smiled at her and she returned my smile. She sat near me but we didn't speak. When we got off the bus I said to her, "You are very pretty."
"Awww, thank you," she smiled.
"You're welcome. Have a nice day."
If I were a bloke or a lesbian I would definitely fancy her; she's just my type.
What about her that made her gorgeous? She was about 5 ft 10 inches and very slim; she looked like a model. She actually reminded me of Iman who used to be a supermodel. There was also something about her aura which made her approachable; and she is friendly.
Nowadays there are adverts encouraging us to challenge notions of beauty. One skin product company uses "real" women in their ad campaigns i.e. women who do not fit the conventional model shape mould. While I agree that women come in all shapes and sizes, I'm sure most women have their ideal figure.
It took me a while to realise what my ideal was. I've always been skinny. When I was growing up in Sierra Leone, plump girls and women were the epitome of beauty while skinny girls didn't have a look in. I wanted so much to put on weight but it didn't happen. When I came to England, skinny was seen as the ideal. At that time I was around 7 and a half stone (105 pounds and around 5 ft 6 in tall). Because I still had the "wanting to put on weight" mentality, I did all I could to achieve my goal. I once asked my doctor to put me on Steroids to help me put on weight. He told me to go home and eat my greens and be grateful I was thin.
During my twenties, I gained about a stone (14 pounds). When I hit my mid-thirties I went up to 9 stone (126 pounds) which was quite heavy for me. I didn't feel comfortable being that weight. That was when it dawned on me that it wasn't my ideal weight. I also believed my weight gain represented the belief I was carrying that as a Woman of African heritage, I should expect to gain weight. When I went to Australia to visit my boyfriend in 2000, I lost half a stone. When I returned home in the same year and stared focusing on the spiritual path and challenging many of the beliefs I had, I lost another 7 pounds. Since then I've stayed the same weight at 8 stone (112 pounds) which feels natural for my frame.
While I think marketing people mean well challenging what beauty means, the danger is trying to impose their ideals on women. I believe beauty is subjective.
If I found women sexually attractive, I would be attracted to slim women who are friendly. That's just me.
Enocia
Related articles: Beauty From the Inside Out; Keeping It Real; Live Long and Prosper!; Loving Myself
"Awww, thank you," she smiled.
"You're welcome. Have a nice day."
If I were a bloke or a lesbian I would definitely fancy her; she's just my type.
What about her that made her gorgeous? She was about 5 ft 10 inches and very slim; she looked like a model. She actually reminded me of Iman who used to be a supermodel. There was also something about her aura which made her approachable; and she is friendly.
Nowadays there are adverts encouraging us to challenge notions of beauty. One skin product company uses "real" women in their ad campaigns i.e. women who do not fit the conventional model shape mould. While I agree that women come in all shapes and sizes, I'm sure most women have their ideal figure.
It took me a while to realise what my ideal was. I've always been skinny. When I was growing up in Sierra Leone, plump girls and women were the epitome of beauty while skinny girls didn't have a look in. I wanted so much to put on weight but it didn't happen. When I came to England, skinny was seen as the ideal. At that time I was around 7 and a half stone (105 pounds and around 5 ft 6 in tall). Because I still had the "wanting to put on weight" mentality, I did all I could to achieve my goal. I once asked my doctor to put me on Steroids to help me put on weight. He told me to go home and eat my greens and be grateful I was thin.
During my twenties, I gained about a stone (14 pounds). When I hit my mid-thirties I went up to 9 stone (126 pounds) which was quite heavy for me. I didn't feel comfortable being that weight. That was when it dawned on me that it wasn't my ideal weight. I also believed my weight gain represented the belief I was carrying that as a Woman of African heritage, I should expect to gain weight. When I went to Australia to visit my boyfriend in 2000, I lost half a stone. When I returned home in the same year and stared focusing on the spiritual path and challenging many of the beliefs I had, I lost another 7 pounds. Since then I've stayed the same weight at 8 stone (112 pounds) which feels natural for my frame.
While I think marketing people mean well challenging what beauty means, the danger is trying to impose their ideals on women. I believe beauty is subjective.
If I found women sexually attractive, I would be attracted to slim women who are friendly. That's just me.
Enocia
Related articles: Beauty From the Inside Out; Keeping It Real; Live Long and Prosper!; Loving Myself
Just in Case
I've been thinking about how the world is quite tolerant about whatever religion one follows or higher powers you believe in, as long as you don't forget to have a back-up plan, just in case.
When I had a doctor, every year I would receive a reminder from him or her to remind me to have another smear test, just in case. When I used to have an optician, I was sent an annual reminder by the opticians, just in case. When I had a dentist, I was sent a six monthly reminder, just in case.
We are encouraged to take vitamins and mineral supplements, just in case.
Most people take out insurance, just in case.
Some people have security in their houses, just in case.
We are encouraged to save up for a rainy day and have a retirement plan, just in case.
And on and on.
I've observed the Universe tends to give us what we expect to receive. If I believe in a "just in case" back-up plan, sooner or later I'm bound to have the experience which justifies my having that plan.
My experience of the path of Love/Spirit is there is no back-up plan. It's a matter of trusting in Love 100%. I can't trust in my nature as Love/Spirit and still go for annual smear tests. I have to choose what I believe in and stick to it.
I know some are going to argue that if it's all Love then Love is the medicine that you take. God is appearing as the doctors.
I believe medicine is necessary for people who are not yet ready to experience their nature as Love; as are the many "just in case" products out there. I still eat because I'm not yet ready nor am I willing to give up food just yet. However, I don't judge food as good/bad because I know all is Spirit.
Even though I know that Love is all there is, I still meditate constantly on the Truth of Love, at least my beliefs about Love, and I pray without ceasing, just in case.
Enocia
Related articles: When the Fire Goes Out of Control; Living Under Grace - Revisited; Love is the Only Cause I Support; Be Careful What Questions You Ask; The Path of Love; Trusting in Love; God Doesn't Make Mistakes; Love is My Only Insurance; It's Either Love or Bullshit!
When I had a doctor, every year I would receive a reminder from him or her to remind me to have another smear test, just in case. When I used to have an optician, I was sent an annual reminder by the opticians, just in case. When I had a dentist, I was sent a six monthly reminder, just in case.
We are encouraged to take vitamins and mineral supplements, just in case.
Most people take out insurance, just in case.
Some people have security in their houses, just in case.
We are encouraged to save up for a rainy day and have a retirement plan, just in case.
And on and on.
I've observed the Universe tends to give us what we expect to receive. If I believe in a "just in case" back-up plan, sooner or later I'm bound to have the experience which justifies my having that plan.
My experience of the path of Love/Spirit is there is no back-up plan. It's a matter of trusting in Love 100%. I can't trust in my nature as Love/Spirit and still go for annual smear tests. I have to choose what I believe in and stick to it.
I know some are going to argue that if it's all Love then Love is the medicine that you take. God is appearing as the doctors.
I believe medicine is necessary for people who are not yet ready to experience their nature as Love; as are the many "just in case" products out there. I still eat because I'm not yet ready nor am I willing to give up food just yet. However, I don't judge food as good/bad because I know all is Spirit.
Even though I know that Love is all there is, I still meditate constantly on the Truth of Love, at least my beliefs about Love, and I pray without ceasing, just in case.
Enocia
Related articles: When the Fire Goes Out of Control; Living Under Grace - Revisited; Love is the Only Cause I Support; Be Careful What Questions You Ask; The Path of Love; Trusting in Love; God Doesn't Make Mistakes; Love is My Only Insurance; It's Either Love or Bullshit!
Monday, 16 June 2008
I'm Buzzing
When I used to have constant out of body experiences (OOBEs), I would hear a buzz in my head, which sounds rather like the way a mobile phone vibrates when it receives a text message. I would then feel myself taking off. I haven't had any OOBEs for a while but I still hear the buzz when I'm asleep.
Just last night while I was asleep, I heard the buzz to my left which woke me up. When I opened my eyes everything seemed "normal" at least from what I could discern with my senses, but I felt a kind of presence.
Right, I'm buzzing off!
Enocia
Related articles: That Tickles!; Out of Body Experience (OOBE) - A Breakthrough
Just last night while I was asleep, I heard the buzz to my left which woke me up. When I opened my eyes everything seemed "normal" at least from what I could discern with my senses, but I felt a kind of presence.
Right, I'm buzzing off!
Enocia
Related articles: That Tickles!; Out of Body Experience (OOBE) - A Breakthrough
When the Fire Goes Out of Control
As the bus drove through the city of London, where there are lots of corporate companies, I reflected on my old life when I used to work in the city. As I didn't feel totally comfortable in that kind of environment, I thought it best to do contract work/temping which gave me a lot of freedom. I could leave as soon as I'd had enough; or I could get fired as soon as my boss had had enough of me. Either way, at least the agony was never prolonged. Besides, I could always get another job.
I also knew I was biding my time and that there was going to come a point when something will change and I will stop doing that kind of work. I didn't know when exactly but I just knew it was inevitable.
When I felt the calling to trust in Spirit, I found it scary at first with nothing to fall back on. When I tried to get back into temping all the doors that had been open were slammed in my face. Was the Universe trying to tell me something? It was then I realised I didn't have a choice.
Here's another way to look at it. I'd always known there was more to life than what I was experiencing with my senses and my purpose was to live that truth. Later I got interested in spirituality though I treated it rather like a hobby. Little did I realise that my interest was like a tiny spark. As I studied and attended various seminars, my attention was fanning the spark which developed into a flame. Then the flame started to spread out, slowly at first, until it was out of control and nothing could extinguish it. I'd reached the point of no return. I had no choice but to leave that life behind because the real Me had taken over and wanted to be expressed.
Still another way to look at it.
My interest in matters of the Spirit was like a foetus which is quite tiny and starts getting bigger and bigger. There comes a time when that baby has to be born. Then your life is never the same again.
When the time is ripe for the baby to come out, nothing can stop it.
When the time is ripe for the Spirit to take over, resistance is futile.
Enocia
Related articles: What Will Be Will Be; Second Time Lucky; Who Rules the Roost?; The Point of No Return; Love is My Foundation; Resistance is Futile; The Transmuting Fire of Love; Who is Really in Charge?; Dear God, What is Your Will For Me?
I also knew I was biding my time and that there was going to come a point when something will change and I will stop doing that kind of work. I didn't know when exactly but I just knew it was inevitable.
When I felt the calling to trust in Spirit, I found it scary at first with nothing to fall back on. When I tried to get back into temping all the doors that had been open were slammed in my face. Was the Universe trying to tell me something? It was then I realised I didn't have a choice.
Here's another way to look at it. I'd always known there was more to life than what I was experiencing with my senses and my purpose was to live that truth. Later I got interested in spirituality though I treated it rather like a hobby. Little did I realise that my interest was like a tiny spark. As I studied and attended various seminars, my attention was fanning the spark which developed into a flame. Then the flame started to spread out, slowly at first, until it was out of control and nothing could extinguish it. I'd reached the point of no return. I had no choice but to leave that life behind because the real Me had taken over and wanted to be expressed.
Still another way to look at it.
My interest in matters of the Spirit was like a foetus which is quite tiny and starts getting bigger and bigger. There comes a time when that baby has to be born. Then your life is never the same again.
When the time is ripe for the baby to come out, nothing can stop it.
When the time is ripe for the Spirit to take over, resistance is futile.
Enocia
Related articles: What Will Be Will Be; Second Time Lucky; Who Rules the Roost?; The Point of No Return; Love is My Foundation; Resistance is Futile; The Transmuting Fire of Love; Who is Really in Charge?; Dear God, What is Your Will For Me?
Shiver Me Timbers!
One thing I don't like about warm weather is air-conditioning. I go into a building and find the air-conditioning blasting away. Give me a break!
Coupled with air-conditioning is the fact that when I'm feeling high, energetically speaking, which is constantly, I feel goose bumps. My body can't tell the difference between goose bumps from cold or goose bumps from high vibration. I end up with the shivers.
So I was in a building and it was feeling pretty nippy even though it was warm outside. Then again it could very well be because I'm flying. I was so cold my teeth were almost chattering.
Shiver me timbers, it's bloody freezing in here!
There was only one thing to do, reverse the thought:
I thought: "warmth, warmth, warmth."
I stopped shivering.
Cold and heat are all states of mind anyway.
(I said)
It's gettin' hot in here (so hot)
So take off all your clothes
I am gettin' so hot
(uh uh uh uh)
I wanna take my clothes off Hot in Here, Lyrics
There's no pleasing some people. :-D
Enocia
Related articles: Living in My Head; Where Do You Focus Your Attention?
Coupled with air-conditioning is the fact that when I'm feeling high, energetically speaking, which is constantly, I feel goose bumps. My body can't tell the difference between goose bumps from cold or goose bumps from high vibration. I end up with the shivers.
So I was in a building and it was feeling pretty nippy even though it was warm outside. Then again it could very well be because I'm flying. I was so cold my teeth were almost chattering.
Shiver me timbers, it's bloody freezing in here!
There was only one thing to do, reverse the thought:
I thought: "warmth, warmth, warmth."
I stopped shivering.
Cold and heat are all states of mind anyway.
(I said)
It's gettin' hot in here (so hot)
So take off all your clothes
I am gettin' so hot
(uh uh uh uh)
I wanna take my clothes off Hot in Here, Lyrics
There's no pleasing some people. :-D
Enocia
Related articles: Living in My Head; Where Do You Focus Your Attention?
More about the Magic Number
I noticed a nightclub in Camden the other day called "Studio 88." Looks very trendy.
Eight is the magic number!
Enocia
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Eight is the magic number!
Enocia
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Saturday, 14 June 2008
Fancy a Game of Footy?
I was sitting on a bench, overlooking a playing field, watching a boy and girl, who looked like siblings, kicking a ball to and fro. As they didn't seem to be putting much effort into their game, I figured I'd have some fun with them. However, I didn't fancy any physical exercise.
I visualised the ball going higher and higher. I noticed when the boy and girl kicked the ball "for real" it went higher and higher.
That's more like it!
Come on you Reds!
Come on you Reds!
I really enjoyed our footy. Same time next week?
Enocia
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I visualised the ball going higher and higher. I noticed when the boy and girl kicked the ball "for real" it went higher and higher.
That's more like it!
Come on you Reds!
Come on you Reds!
I really enjoyed our footy. Same time next week?
Enocia
Related articles: Cleaning Agent; Echoes of Yesterday; Cosmic Conductor
Why I Love Playing with Masks
It's all very well knowing the Truth of everyone as the ONE Love-Light, but how do connect as Love when all you can see is the appearance? Take London, for instance, which is a melting pot of so many different nationalities and cultures, how do you get to see someone as Love when you appear to have little in common?
By using the appearances/mask as a bridge. Masks enable me to relate to anyone on any level be it based on gender, nationality, race, sexuality, class, interests, etc. Once that connection is made, I get to experience the One Love-Light beyond the masks.
During my bus journey, I noticed this black guy. At first impression he looked angry. Then he started chatting on his mobile. I could understand what he was saying as he was speaking Krio, the most widely spoken language in Sierra Leone. He still sounded angry. I radiated light to him and everyone on the bus.
When we got off the bus and were waiting at the bus stop, I asked him what part of Sierra Leone he was from. He seemed surprised that I had asked him. I told him I could understand his conversation because I lived in Sierra Leone when I was a child. He said he used to lived in a place called Wilberforce. My secondary school was at Wilberforce. I told him where I used to live and he knew the road. We chatted for a few minutes until my bus arrived and I said goodbye. As my bus was moving away, I waved and he waved back.
The wonderful thing about our encounter was the transformation I witnessed. When I started talking to him and he smiled, it was like the sun coming out after a storm. Pure radiance!
I love masks, don't you?
Enocia
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By using the appearances/mask as a bridge. Masks enable me to relate to anyone on any level be it based on gender, nationality, race, sexuality, class, interests, etc. Once that connection is made, I get to experience the One Love-Light beyond the masks.
During my bus journey, I noticed this black guy. At first impression he looked angry. Then he started chatting on his mobile. I could understand what he was saying as he was speaking Krio, the most widely spoken language in Sierra Leone. He still sounded angry. I radiated light to him and everyone on the bus.
When we got off the bus and were waiting at the bus stop, I asked him what part of Sierra Leone he was from. He seemed surprised that I had asked him. I told him I could understand his conversation because I lived in Sierra Leone when I was a child. He said he used to lived in a place called Wilberforce. My secondary school was at Wilberforce. I told him where I used to live and he knew the road. We chatted for a few minutes until my bus arrived and I said goodbye. As my bus was moving away, I waved and he waved back.
The wonderful thing about our encounter was the transformation I witnessed. When I started talking to him and he smiled, it was like the sun coming out after a storm. Pure radiance!
I love masks, don't you?
Enocia
Related articles: You Had Me at "Hello"; One Love; Simple Magic; Golden Moments; Long Live Multiculturalism!; Masks - Part 2; Masks; Love Dissolves Grudges; Rapport and Roman Numerals; When Being Good is Not Enough
Friday, 13 June 2008
Expansion
I've been blogging with Blogger for four years and accumulated several blogs along the way.
Each time I create a new blog, I discover Blogger has added new tools and functions that are very simple to use and make blogging a lot easier. The new tools also inspire me to keep having higher visions of my life experiences which I express in writing.
I believe the key to unlimited expansion is simplicity and the willingness to explore life from a new perspective.
Simplicity is magic.
Thank you, Blogger!
Enocia
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Each time I create a new blog, I discover Blogger has added new tools and functions that are very simple to use and make blogging a lot easier. The new tools also inspire me to keep having higher visions of my life experiences which I express in writing.
I believe the key to unlimited expansion is simplicity and the willingness to explore life from a new perspective.
Simplicity is magic.
Thank you, Blogger!
Enocia
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Oops!
I intended to send a private message to a friend at a forum where I participate, but I ended up sending the message to everyone listed as my friends. I received a message from one of them asking me if it was intended for him. I told him it wasn't and my "secret" was out, not that it was ever a secret. :-)
The thought of all my "friends" reading that mail had me in stitches.
Enocia
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The thought of all my "friends" reading that mail had me in stitches.
Enocia
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Why Did the Chicken Cross the Road?
Well, in this case it's why did mummy and daddy swan and their cygnets cross the road using the Zebra crossing?
I've observed pigeons in London cross over using the pelican crossing but I've never heard of swans obeying the traffic code. Has the world gone stark raving bonkers? See Swan family obey Green Cross Code
Note the magic number EIGHT again in action.
Enocia
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I've observed pigeons in London cross over using the pelican crossing but I've never heard of swans obeying the traffic code. Has the world gone stark raving bonkers? See Swan family obey Green Cross Code
Note the magic number EIGHT again in action.
Enocia
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What Will Be Will Be
While we were waiting for the bus to move, a man asked me if the bus was stopping at Oxford Circus. I said it was. He sat in front of me. Just as the bus was about to move a woman banged on the door and the driver let her in. She asked if the bus was going to Oxford Circus and he said yes.
I thought to myself, I bet she's going to sit next to the man going to Oxford Circus. That's exactly what happened.
It's natural for people who are travelling to the same destination to share a bus route headed in that direction. It's also natural for two passengers getting off at the same stop to sit next to each other, though they weren't aware of this at the time. It's a shame they didn't speak to each other, they would have discovered the "magic" of synchronicity.
I've observed friends who seem very close walking at the same pace. Sometimes they even dress in similar colours. Some even have similar facial expressions.
Time and space makes no difference between people who have a very strong bond. Some twins, for example, can sense what each other are doing. Even twins who were separated at birth wind up together.
It's no use trying to force things to happen. I believe in simply being the Love that I am and trusting in Love to sort out the details.
What will be will be.
Enocia
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I thought to myself, I bet she's going to sit next to the man going to Oxford Circus. That's exactly what happened.
It's natural for people who are travelling to the same destination to share a bus route headed in that direction. It's also natural for two passengers getting off at the same stop to sit next to each other, though they weren't aware of this at the time. It's a shame they didn't speak to each other, they would have discovered the "magic" of synchronicity.
I've observed friends who seem very close walking at the same pace. Sometimes they even dress in similar colours. Some even have similar facial expressions.
Time and space makes no difference between people who have a very strong bond. Some twins, for example, can sense what each other are doing. Even twins who were separated at birth wind up together.
It's no use trying to force things to happen. I believe in simply being the Love that I am and trusting in Love to sort out the details.
What will be will be.
Enocia
Related articles: Man's Inalienable Right to Be a Sheep or Goat; Harmony; Cosmic Forces at Work; Cigarette Smoke, the Scholar and Sharing the Magic; Homing Pigeons; Expect the Unexpected; Letting Nature Take Its Course; An Unbreakable Bond
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