I've heard about how people have had miraculous experiences when they've prayed for assistance during an emergency. I know I have. At that moment I step into another realm where the normal laws as we understand them are suspended and there is another, far superior, law in action. For instance I can expect to be healed in a few days or I can invoke Grace and experience healing in a matter of minutes.
I believe instead of calling on Grace on the rare occasion, why not treat life as an emergency? Then, I get to have the Cosmic Emergency Response Unit (CERU) at my beck and call; and the roads clear up to allow my emergency vehicle through.
As I was pondering on these ideas, I met a friend at the bus stop and we caught the bus to the bus station. When my friend and I got off the bus, I asked her if she was going to catch the bus or walk home. She said it was too hot to walk. I told her I didn't need to travel by bus as I was going for a walk anyway. She persuaded me to catch the bus up the road with her.
I noticed the bus was unusually crowded. I decided not to get on board but my friend grabbed my hand and pulled me in. When I said hello to the driver she told me a major road was closed causing major chaos. She said she wasn't going the usual route but was on a diversion. I thanked the driver and told my friend that we needed to get off as the bus wasn't going our way.
As my friend and I walked to the next stop, she thanked me for saving her from being stuck on a crowded bus going in the wrong direction. She said she could now see why I hadn't wanted to get on board in the first place. We noticed a police car was blocking the road. We wondered whether it was an accident of some sort. I walked with my friend as far as the next bus stop then went for my walk.
Walking by the canal was so peaceful. I saw people hanging out and enjoying the weather and completely oblivious to the chaos down the road.
I discovered later in the news that the road had been blocked because of a fire, which had caused chaos on the roads.
I am so grateful to the CERU for assisting me in every moment.
Enocia
Related articles: In No Time at All; A Woman's Right to Plug Out of the System; Living Under Grace - Revisited; My Choir of Angels; Higher Powers; Love Always Has the Right of Way
Thursday, 31 July 2008
Water, Water Everywhere But Not a Drop to Drink
So my friend told me she was finding it very hot and humid. She said she'd been drinking water all day.
"I haven't had any water since last night, over 18 hours ago."
"In this heat?" she said "your brain must have dried up."
My friend's comment made me chuckle.
"Anyway, I don't buy into the idea that you have to drink water all the time. It's not something I think about."
"But surely you must have been sweating a lot. You need to replace the fluids you've lost or you'll be dehydrated."
"My mother was saying the other day how she never sees me sweat," I said. "I hardly ever sweat. Even if I did, I don't feel dehydrated. I will have some water when I get home."
We don't all experience life in identical ways; it all depends on what we believe. I used to guzzle gallons of water a day because I believed I needed water to survive. I used to only drink bottled water because I believed tap water was harmful. When I stopped drinking bottled water and drank only tap water I let go of that belief. I've also given up the belief that I need water to survive. Now I believe Love is my nourishment.
Incidentally before I met up with my friend, I saw this guy with a long winter coat on. It seemed quite strange that he would be dressed in that manner when everyone was in their summer gear. Even I who always wear a cardigan had removed my cardigan. It just shows that experience of the weather is subjective.
Water, water everywhere but not a drop to drink* until I feel like drinking.
Enocia
Related articles: The Power of Belief; Do My Boobs Look Big in This?; Love is Meeting All Needs Perfectly - Revisited; Living on My Own Planet; Weaning
* From the poem: The Rime of the Ancient Mariner by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
"I haven't had any water since last night, over 18 hours ago."
"In this heat?" she said "your brain must have dried up."
My friend's comment made me chuckle.
"Anyway, I don't buy into the idea that you have to drink water all the time. It's not something I think about."
"But surely you must have been sweating a lot. You need to replace the fluids you've lost or you'll be dehydrated."
"My mother was saying the other day how she never sees me sweat," I said. "I hardly ever sweat. Even if I did, I don't feel dehydrated. I will have some water when I get home."
We don't all experience life in identical ways; it all depends on what we believe. I used to guzzle gallons of water a day because I believed I needed water to survive. I used to only drink bottled water because I believed tap water was harmful. When I stopped drinking bottled water and drank only tap water I let go of that belief. I've also given up the belief that I need water to survive. Now I believe Love is my nourishment.
Incidentally before I met up with my friend, I saw this guy with a long winter coat on. It seemed quite strange that he would be dressed in that manner when everyone was in their summer gear. Even I who always wear a cardigan had removed my cardigan. It just shows that experience of the weather is subjective.
Water, water everywhere but not a drop to drink* until I feel like drinking.
Enocia
Related articles: The Power of Belief; Do My Boobs Look Big in This?; Love is Meeting All Needs Perfectly - Revisited; Living on My Own Planet; Weaning
* From the poem: The Rime of the Ancient Mariner by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Letting Nature Take Its Course - Revisited
I have a friend who I sometimes travel with on the bus. As I haven't seen her in a few weeks I've been wondering where she is.
Yesterday as I was filing my nails I thought about the same friend. I remembered once when I was with her and filing my nail, she told me she didn't like the nail dust.
Later I went home earlier than usual. As it was a lovely day, I decided to go for a walk by the canal near where I live. As I was waiting for my bus home, I saw my friend walking towards me. I gave her a hug and told her I'd been thinking about her. She said she'd been thinking about me too and wondered if I was away on holidays. I said we must have been travelling at different times.
As I see it, "letting nature takes its course" is really about trusting in everyone's path. I believe I will always meet up or connect with loved ones in the most natural way that fits in perfectly with our nature i.e. what we love doing. I met my friend on her way from work i.e. the way that she finds perfect to express herself; and I was on the way to express my love of canals.
This morning as my local bus was delayed I decided to walk to the main road where I could catch another one. My friend turned up at that bus stop. We ended up travelling for part of the journey. During our journey we chatted about why she believes cats are idle and good for nothing. I told her how much I identify with cats' nature, at least the ones I've lived with. I said I love how they are true to themselves. We agreed to disagree.
The bus we travelled on was being driven by a bus driver I haven't seen in ages. It was good to see him as well.
I believe everything is unfolding perfectly according to everyone's nature.
Enocia
Related articles: In Spirit; More about Gifts of Love; Trusting in my Path; Taking the Dog for a Walk; Love's Organising Principle; What Will Be Will Be; Letting Nature Take Its Course; Why I Love Cats; Fitting a Square Peg into a Round Hole
Yesterday as I was filing my nails I thought about the same friend. I remembered once when I was with her and filing my nail, she told me she didn't like the nail dust.
Later I went home earlier than usual. As it was a lovely day, I decided to go for a walk by the canal near where I live. As I was waiting for my bus home, I saw my friend walking towards me. I gave her a hug and told her I'd been thinking about her. She said she'd been thinking about me too and wondered if I was away on holidays. I said we must have been travelling at different times.
As I see it, "letting nature takes its course" is really about trusting in everyone's path. I believe I will always meet up or connect with loved ones in the most natural way that fits in perfectly with our nature i.e. what we love doing. I met my friend on her way from work i.e. the way that she finds perfect to express herself; and I was on the way to express my love of canals.
This morning as my local bus was delayed I decided to walk to the main road where I could catch another one. My friend turned up at that bus stop. We ended up travelling for part of the journey. During our journey we chatted about why she believes cats are idle and good for nothing. I told her how much I identify with cats' nature, at least the ones I've lived with. I said I love how they are true to themselves. We agreed to disagree.
The bus we travelled on was being driven by a bus driver I haven't seen in ages. It was good to see him as well.
I believe everything is unfolding perfectly according to everyone's nature.
Enocia
Related articles: In Spirit; More about Gifts of Love; Trusting in my Path; Taking the Dog for a Walk; Love's Organising Principle; What Will Be Will Be; Letting Nature Take Its Course; Why I Love Cats; Fitting a Square Peg into a Round Hole
Wednesday, 30 July 2008
Cravings
While I was sitting on the bus waiting for the driver to start, I noticed the radio was on. I haven't listened to the radio in ages. In fact, I'd forgotten the radio even exists. Why am I hearing the radio now? I heard a voice on the radio advertising Cumberland sausages. While I do enjoy sausages, they are not something I think about or even crave. My mother is a huge fan of sausages and I know she usually craves them. The driver switched off the radio and we were off.
Later, I had an idea to finish work early. Before I caught the bus, I decided to pop to the local supermarket to pick up some jam doughnuts. There were long queues as people had come out for their lunch break.
I found it quite odd that I was craving doughnuts at that particular moment. I can't remember the last time I stopped for lunch. I prefer working through the day and eat in the evening. I don't even like stopping to use the toilet unless it's an emergency. I looked up at the sky which was full of dark clouds. It even felt chilly. I felt like I was living out someone else's thoughts and ideas. I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that my cravings for doughnuts were not mine and coming from someone else I'm very close to. It didn't stop me buying a couple of jam doughnuts and a bar of chocolate though.
Then I caught the bus into town. On the way, I put out an intention that I wanted to experience sunshine. After I had finished eating my doughnuts and chocolates I felt like returning to work, so I caught the bus back. On my way to the library, the sun came out and it felt lovely and warm. It was still warm in the evening which inspired me to walk the 8 miles or so home.
At home I asked my mother how her day had gone. She said she'd had a doctor's appointment then stopped off at the supermarket for a few items including some doughnuts. It turned out she'd been shopping around the same time I'd had the cravings for doughnuts, though the ones she bought were custard not jam.
And guess what my mother prepared for dinner? Stew with Cumberland sausages, which she'd bought at the supermarket. I asked her if she'd forgotten she already had some sausages in the freezer. She said she'd forgotten to defrost them so she decided to get some fresh sausages. I told her about the Cumberland sausages advert I'd heard on the bus and she was amazed.
In a reality where we are bombarded with thoughts and ideas, it's really important for me to know myself in order for me to be able to distinguish between what is my stuff and what is someone else's. I believe I only noticed the advert for those sausages because of my mother's love for sausages. It didn't make me crave them as I don't like them that much. When I had a craving for doughnuts, which I love, I knew that my cravings at that moment weren't mine.
Part of knowing myself is also knowing that a craving for a particular food will not make me put on weight. As I see it, eating is an act of love. While I appreciate experiencing love in this way, it doesn't make any difference to who I am as Love. In other words, a drop of water (food) merging into the ocean (my body) can't make any impact on the magnitude of the ocean. Nothing can be added to or taken away from infinity. The only time I lose or gain weight is when I'm feeling off balance. (see Getting Back in the Zone).
I don't mind picking up on someone else's cravings or ideas and making it personal if it's something I love or believe in; otherwise your name's not down and you're not coming in.
Enocia
Related articles: Getting Back in the Zone; A Cry for Help; My Real Home; Mind Control; Who is Thinking Whom? - Revisited; The Observer; Nothing Personal
Later, I had an idea to finish work early. Before I caught the bus, I decided to pop to the local supermarket to pick up some jam doughnuts. There were long queues as people had come out for their lunch break.
I found it quite odd that I was craving doughnuts at that particular moment. I can't remember the last time I stopped for lunch. I prefer working through the day and eat in the evening. I don't even like stopping to use the toilet unless it's an emergency. I looked up at the sky which was full of dark clouds. It even felt chilly. I felt like I was living out someone else's thoughts and ideas. I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that my cravings for doughnuts were not mine and coming from someone else I'm very close to. It didn't stop me buying a couple of jam doughnuts and a bar of chocolate though.
Then I caught the bus into town. On the way, I put out an intention that I wanted to experience sunshine. After I had finished eating my doughnuts and chocolates I felt like returning to work, so I caught the bus back. On my way to the library, the sun came out and it felt lovely and warm. It was still warm in the evening which inspired me to walk the 8 miles or so home.
At home I asked my mother how her day had gone. She said she'd had a doctor's appointment then stopped off at the supermarket for a few items including some doughnuts. It turned out she'd been shopping around the same time I'd had the cravings for doughnuts, though the ones she bought were custard not jam.
And guess what my mother prepared for dinner? Stew with Cumberland sausages, which she'd bought at the supermarket. I asked her if she'd forgotten she already had some sausages in the freezer. She said she'd forgotten to defrost them so she decided to get some fresh sausages. I told her about the Cumberland sausages advert I'd heard on the bus and she was amazed.
In a reality where we are bombarded with thoughts and ideas, it's really important for me to know myself in order for me to be able to distinguish between what is my stuff and what is someone else's. I believe I only noticed the advert for those sausages because of my mother's love for sausages. It didn't make me crave them as I don't like them that much. When I had a craving for doughnuts, which I love, I knew that my cravings at that moment weren't mine.
Part of knowing myself is also knowing that a craving for a particular food will not make me put on weight. As I see it, eating is an act of love. While I appreciate experiencing love in this way, it doesn't make any difference to who I am as Love. In other words, a drop of water (food) merging into the ocean (my body) can't make any impact on the magnitude of the ocean. Nothing can be added to or taken away from infinity. The only time I lose or gain weight is when I'm feeling off balance. (see Getting Back in the Zone).
I don't mind picking up on someone else's cravings or ideas and making it personal if it's something I love or believe in; otherwise your name's not down and you're not coming in.
Enocia
Related articles: Getting Back in the Zone; A Cry for Help; My Real Home; Mind Control; Who is Thinking Whom? - Revisited; The Observer; Nothing Personal
Tuesday, 29 July 2008
In Spirit
After I'd written the article, No Need to Ask, I thought just for fun I would ask my friend who is a cartoonist to create a relevant cartoon. He created the following: #59 - What's In Your Oyster? (By request). Although I think my friend's cartoon is lovely, I feel he hasn't captured the spirit of the article.
What do I mean by spirit?
Spirit is the essence of what something is. I have a spirit and that spirit pervades everything I do whether you refer to it as my sense of humour, sardonic wit, vibes, feeling; it's something that is essentially me. Put another way, it's like my own cosmic finger-print.
I believe everyone and everything has got their own unique spirit. When it comes to friends, I can usually pick up on their vibes when they are thinking of me. I have a friend in Ireland who is constantly picking up on my vibes.
Back to my friend, I don't feel he captured the spirit of the article because the article was very tongue-in-cheek, which doesn't come across in the cartoon. Now that I've given my friend a ticking off, he'll know better next time he's asked to create a cartoon for me. ;-)
I am who I am in spirit.
Enocia
Related articles: No Need to Ask; It's Good to Be Home; Where the Heart Is; Keeping It Real; That's Me!
What do I mean by spirit?
Spirit is the essence of what something is. I have a spirit and that spirit pervades everything I do whether you refer to it as my sense of humour, sardonic wit, vibes, feeling; it's something that is essentially me. Put another way, it's like my own cosmic finger-print.
I believe everyone and everything has got their own unique spirit. When it comes to friends, I can usually pick up on their vibes when they are thinking of me. I have a friend in Ireland who is constantly picking up on my vibes.
Back to my friend, I don't feel he captured the spirit of the article because the article was very tongue-in-cheek, which doesn't come across in the cartoon. Now that I've given my friend a ticking off, he'll know better next time he's asked to create a cartoon for me. ;-)
I am who I am in spirit.
Enocia
Related articles: No Need to Ask; It's Good to Be Home; Where the Heart Is; Keeping It Real; That's Me!
Distance is Very Good
When I read books and newspapers. I've noticed if the book is too close, the words gets blurred. I have to remember to move the book or newspaper further away, to as far as my knee, when I can see the words clearly.
It's good to have distance between me and the words, between me and the world. Only when there is distance can I see things clearly.
Enocia
Related article: Short-sighted, Long-sighted or Pure Genius?
It's good to have distance between me and the words, between me and the world. Only when there is distance can I see things clearly.
Enocia
Related article: Short-sighted, Long-sighted or Pure Genius?
Song of the Day
Over the last few days I have been hearing the song "Tears in Heaven" by Eric Clapton on and off in my head. I think it's a beautiful song so I surrender to it.
Here's the YouTube video: Tears in Heaven
Tears in Heaven - Eric Clapton
Would you know my name
If I saw you in heaven
Will it be the same
If I saw you in heaven
I must be strong, and carry on
Cause I know I don't belong
Here in heaven
Would you hold my hand
If I saw you in heaven
Would you help me stand
If I saw you in heaven
I'll find my way, through night and day
Cause I know I just can't stay
Here in heaven
Time can bring you down
Time can bend your knee
Time can break your heart
Have you begging please
Begging please
(instrumental)
Beyond the door
There's peace I'm sure.
And I know there'll be no more...
Tears in heaven
Would you know my name
If I saw you in heaven
Will it be the same
If I saw you in heaven
I must be strong, and carry on
Cause I know I don't belong
Here in heaven
Cause I know I don't belong
Here in heaven Tears from Heaven, lyrics
Here's the YouTube video: Tears in Heaven
Tears in Heaven - Eric Clapton
Would you know my name
If I saw you in heaven
Will it be the same
If I saw you in heaven
I must be strong, and carry on
Cause I know I don't belong
Here in heaven
Would you hold my hand
If I saw you in heaven
Would you help me stand
If I saw you in heaven
I'll find my way, through night and day
Cause I know I just can't stay
Here in heaven
Time can bring you down
Time can bend your knee
Time can break your heart
Have you begging please
Begging please
(instrumental)
Beyond the door
There's peace I'm sure.
And I know there'll be no more...
Tears in heaven
Would you know my name
If I saw you in heaven
Will it be the same
If I saw you in heaven
I must be strong, and carry on
Cause I know I don't belong
Here in heaven
Cause I know I don't belong
Here in heaven Tears from Heaven, lyrics
Monday, 28 July 2008
Stuck Record
Do you remember those heady days of vinyl records? Sometimes I feel like a stuck record.
My record is stuck on: Love yourself, love what you do, love life, be true to yourself.
OK, I'm going to remove the needle and try again.
Oh no, the record is stuck again on: Love yourself, love what you do, love life, be true to yourself.
One more try. It's no use, the record is still stuck on: Love yourself, love what you do, love life, be true to yourself.
That's it, I give up.
Enocia
Related articles: Love is All That Matters; Life Review
My record is stuck on: Love yourself, love what you do, love life, be true to yourself.
OK, I'm going to remove the needle and try again.
Oh no, the record is stuck again on: Love yourself, love what you do, love life, be true to yourself.
One more try. It's no use, the record is still stuck on: Love yourself, love what you do, love life, be true to yourself.
That's it, I give up.
Enocia
Related articles: Love is All That Matters; Life Review
Love is All That Matters
I like watching Colin Fry's 6ixth Sense on Sunday mornings. In the show, Colin Fry, a psychic medium, relays messages from people who have passed on to members of the studio audience. These messages confirm that there is no death and we are always one with loved ones who appear to be "beyond the veil." One thing I find fascinating is how those who have passed on now have different priorities.
In one programme I watched recently, Colin told this family that their "deceased" was advising them to let their son follow his passion for dance. In other words, let their son do what he loves rather than what they believe he should. It reminded me of the film, Billy Elliot, which is about a boy who comes from a working class mining family who has a passion for ballet but his father and brothers don't approve of his choice. Billy ends up attracting a mentor who helps him to follow his dream. His family eventually come round to the idea and support Billy in his ventures. Billy is offered a place at a prestigious ballet school and embarks on a career as a ballet dancer.
Another reading Colin did was for this woman who is very much the intellectual. Her dad came through with a message for her which was: instead of advising her nephew to choose finance as a career path, she should let him follow his love for music. The woman was quite surprised because she said when her father was alive, he wanted his kids to follow traditional career paths like the law, medicine, accounts, etc. She thought it was interesting that her father had changed his tune.
I believe many who have passed on have different priorities; they are now realising that love is all that matters. In other words, for life to have meaning, it's important to love who you are, love what you do, be true to yourself, love others, and love life.
The good news is I don't need to wait till I "die" to love, I can love now. Then I get to experience what it means to live and be Spirit.
I am Spirit; I am Love; I am Life.
Enocia
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In one programme I watched recently, Colin told this family that their "deceased" was advising them to let their son follow his passion for dance. In other words, let their son do what he loves rather than what they believe he should. It reminded me of the film, Billy Elliot, which is about a boy who comes from a working class mining family who has a passion for ballet but his father and brothers don't approve of his choice. Billy ends up attracting a mentor who helps him to follow his dream. His family eventually come round to the idea and support Billy in his ventures. Billy is offered a place at a prestigious ballet school and embarks on a career as a ballet dancer.
Another reading Colin did was for this woman who is very much the intellectual. Her dad came through with a message for her which was: instead of advising her nephew to choose finance as a career path, she should let him follow his love for music. The woman was quite surprised because she said when her father was alive, he wanted his kids to follow traditional career paths like the law, medicine, accounts, etc. She thought it was interesting that her father had changed his tune.
I believe many who have passed on have different priorities; they are now realising that love is all that matters. In other words, for life to have meaning, it's important to love who you are, love what you do, be true to yourself, love others, and love life.
The good news is I don't need to wait till I "die" to love, I can love now. Then I get to experience what it means to live and be Spirit.
I am Spirit; I am Love; I am Life.
Enocia
Related articles: More about Gifts of Love; Of Course I am My Body!; Is Parenthood a Calling?; Love is Life; What is Death?
Heart Transplant
Sometimes I find it really hard to let go of old friends, particularly those who I love so dearly.
I had to let go of an old friend yesterday. She's been my best friend for two years or so and has been my constant companion. My friend is my handbag. While I have other bags, I particularly liked this one. When it started falling apart it was time to let her go and rekindle my relationship with another friend/bag, which is in very good condition even though a pouch won't close because the zip tab is missing.
Even though I have so many good memories of my old friend, I couldn't help feeling sad that we would never experience a tangible relationship. I couldn't stop thinking about her. Then I had a brainwave: why not transfer the zip tab from my old friend to my other bag? I did just that. As I was doing the repairs, I felt like a surgeon performing a heart transplant operation. Now I get to keep part of my friend with me.
I will never forget the love we shared, my beloved bag. Your heart/zip tab will go on and on.
Enocia
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I had to let go of an old friend yesterday. She's been my best friend for two years or so and has been my constant companion. My friend is my handbag. While I have other bags, I particularly liked this one. When it started falling apart it was time to let her go and rekindle my relationship with another friend/bag, which is in very good condition even though a pouch won't close because the zip tab is missing.
Even though I have so many good memories of my old friend, I couldn't help feeling sad that we would never experience a tangible relationship. I couldn't stop thinking about her. Then I had a brainwave: why not transfer the zip tab from my old friend to my other bag? I did just that. As I was doing the repairs, I felt like a surgeon performing a heart transplant operation. Now I get to keep part of my friend with me.
I will never forget the love we shared, my beloved bag. Your heart/zip tab will go on and on.
Enocia
Related articles: Milking It For All It's Worth; Where the Heart Is
No Need to Ask
Life is a paradox. On the one hand, if I need help I have to ask. On the other hand, there is no need to ask for what has already been given.
As I was relaxing in a bookshop, I noticed a customer with a book. She seemed to be looking for a vacant chair but the only one available was beside me. Then she went away. After a minute or so she was back. She asked me if it was OK to sit beside me and I said it was.
Later on the bus, I noticed a window seat available next to this man. To get to the seat I would have to ask him to move out of the way. As there were other window seats available I sat elsewhere. Later when nearly all the seats were taken, a passenger asked the man if he minded if he sat in the window seat. The passenger moved out of the way so he could get to the seat.
As I see it, the seats in the bookshop are there for customers' use. I usually like sitting on my own. If there isn't an empty sofa available and I have to share, I would never dream of asking someone's permission to share, I simply sit down. Nor would I ask a passenger on the bus if it's OK to sit next to them. I'll simply ask them to move out of the way and give me access to the seat. God forbid that I would ever ask someone on a park bench if it's OK to share a bench!
Speaking of parks, the other day I was exploring a heath I'd never been to. I was also dying to have a pee. I could have waited till I got home but I didn't see why I should. Why not have a pee right here in the heath. Guys do it all the time so why shouldn't I? I found a secluded spot and did my business.
After I'd relieved myself, I followed another path. Then I got disoriented. It was time to ask someone for directions. I saw a bus parked at a local bus stop but I couldn't see the driver. I saw another bus approaching so I beckoned for the driver to stop. I asked her for directions and she confirmed I was heading in the right direction.
Some people might argue that I was a bit cheeky stopping a bus to ask for directions. I believe the only reason why that bus appeared at that moment was for the driver to give me directions.
Recently as a friend and I were walking he spotted a pen on the ground. The writing on the pen read: "Pick it up, it's yours." My friend kept the pen.
Life has been given for all our use. There's no need to ask for permission just pick it up, receive, it's yours.
Enocia
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As I was relaxing in a bookshop, I noticed a customer with a book. She seemed to be looking for a vacant chair but the only one available was beside me. Then she went away. After a minute or so she was back. She asked me if it was OK to sit beside me and I said it was.
Later on the bus, I noticed a window seat available next to this man. To get to the seat I would have to ask him to move out of the way. As there were other window seats available I sat elsewhere. Later when nearly all the seats were taken, a passenger asked the man if he minded if he sat in the window seat. The passenger moved out of the way so he could get to the seat.
As I see it, the seats in the bookshop are there for customers' use. I usually like sitting on my own. If there isn't an empty sofa available and I have to share, I would never dream of asking someone's permission to share, I simply sit down. Nor would I ask a passenger on the bus if it's OK to sit next to them. I'll simply ask them to move out of the way and give me access to the seat. God forbid that I would ever ask someone on a park bench if it's OK to share a bench!
Speaking of parks, the other day I was exploring a heath I'd never been to. I was also dying to have a pee. I could have waited till I got home but I didn't see why I should. Why not have a pee right here in the heath. Guys do it all the time so why shouldn't I? I found a secluded spot and did my business.
After I'd relieved myself, I followed another path. Then I got disoriented. It was time to ask someone for directions. I saw a bus parked at a local bus stop but I couldn't see the driver. I saw another bus approaching so I beckoned for the driver to stop. I asked her for directions and she confirmed I was heading in the right direction.
Some people might argue that I was a bit cheeky stopping a bus to ask for directions. I believe the only reason why that bus appeared at that moment was for the driver to give me directions.
Recently as a friend and I were walking he spotted a pen on the ground. The writing on the pen read: "Pick it up, it's yours." My friend kept the pen.
Life has been given for all our use. There's no need to ask for permission just pick it up, receive, it's yours.
Enocia
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More about Gifts of Love
I believe the Universe wants me to be happy. This means being true to myself and loving what I love. I also believe every moment is an opportunity to give, receive or share gifts of love.
As I was sweeping outside and putting the rubbish out, a man stopped by. He said he was looking for my mother. I told him she was out. He said he usually speaks to her about the Bible. He handed me a leaflet which I presumed was for my mother. I realised he was the Jehovah's Witness mum has had discussions with in the past. Although she's told him she's no longer interested and that he's being a "nuisance" he keeps coming back. I told him I would pass on his leaflet.
"It's actually for you," he said.
"Oh thanks, but I'm not really interested in that sort of thing."
"Don't you want to know about the new earth?" he said.
"No," I said.
"Aren't you interested in what God has to say in the Bible about the new earth?"
"Nope."
"Aren't you interested in anything God has to say?"
"I'm interested in what God has to say but what God has to say can be spoken directly to me not through a mediator."
"But in the Acts...."
"Sorry, not interested. Bye!"
I shut the door.
If, as I believe, every encounter is a gift of Love, why would Love send someone to speak to me about a topic I have no interest in? There must be a gift of love that I'm not seeing.
Aha, now I get it!
A few days ago while my mother and I were travelling on the local bus, he said hello to a man who lives in the neighbourhood. I was curious whether he was the Jehovah's Witness who lies locally. I had a feeling he wasn't otherwise she would have said so. I've been wondering what he looks like so I can avoid him in future. Haha! So, in a funny way, the Jehovah's Witness guy was a gift from the Universe in response to my question. He was a perfect demonstration of "ask and you will receive" though his version of truth wasn't my cup of tea.
Later I was inspired to go for a walk at Hampstead Heath. As it was a stiflingly hot day, I wondered whether it was such a good idea. Then I thought, Love who has given me the idea to go for a walk, which I love, will surely create a perfect weather for my walk. That's exactly what happened, at least in my reality it was quite breezy and very cool. I didn't even break a sweat.
As I explored Hampstead Heath, I thought about how the Heath represents how much we are all loved and how our needs are constantly being met. Those who like being in the sun have lots of space to do so; those who like shades have lots of trees to get their shades; those who like hiding in isolated spots can find it; those who even want to swim have swimming pools, there's even a women only pool; and those, like myself, who just want to have a nice walk can enjoy their walk.
On my way back, my last bus seemed to be taking a while to arrive. I had a feeling there was a gift in this delay. A few stops down a woman I see on my travels got on board. A week ago, while I was on another bus, I saw her in another part of town where she works. I remembered admiring her new hairstyle but I couldn't attract her attention at the time. Now I was being given the perfect opportunity to tell her this in person. I told her how much I liked her hair and how much it suited her. We walked part of the way together.
Every moment is an opportunity to love and be loved, as long as you're not a Jehovah's Witness. :-)
Enocia
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As I was sweeping outside and putting the rubbish out, a man stopped by. He said he was looking for my mother. I told him she was out. He said he usually speaks to her about the Bible. He handed me a leaflet which I presumed was for my mother. I realised he was the Jehovah's Witness mum has had discussions with in the past. Although she's told him she's no longer interested and that he's being a "nuisance" he keeps coming back. I told him I would pass on his leaflet.
"It's actually for you," he said.
"Oh thanks, but I'm not really interested in that sort of thing."
"Don't you want to know about the new earth?" he said.
"No," I said.
"Aren't you interested in what God has to say in the Bible about the new earth?"
"Nope."
"Aren't you interested in anything God has to say?"
"I'm interested in what God has to say but what God has to say can be spoken directly to me not through a mediator."
"But in the Acts...."
"Sorry, not interested. Bye!"
I shut the door.
If, as I believe, every encounter is a gift of Love, why would Love send someone to speak to me about a topic I have no interest in? There must be a gift of love that I'm not seeing.
Aha, now I get it!
A few days ago while my mother and I were travelling on the local bus, he said hello to a man who lives in the neighbourhood. I was curious whether he was the Jehovah's Witness who lies locally. I had a feeling he wasn't otherwise she would have said so. I've been wondering what he looks like so I can avoid him in future. Haha! So, in a funny way, the Jehovah's Witness guy was a gift from the Universe in response to my question. He was a perfect demonstration of "ask and you will receive" though his version of truth wasn't my cup of tea.
Later I was inspired to go for a walk at Hampstead Heath. As it was a stiflingly hot day, I wondered whether it was such a good idea. Then I thought, Love who has given me the idea to go for a walk, which I love, will surely create a perfect weather for my walk. That's exactly what happened, at least in my reality it was quite breezy and very cool. I didn't even break a sweat.
As I explored Hampstead Heath, I thought about how the Heath represents how much we are all loved and how our needs are constantly being met. Those who like being in the sun have lots of space to do so; those who like shades have lots of trees to get their shades; those who like hiding in isolated spots can find it; those who even want to swim have swimming pools, there's even a women only pool; and those, like myself, who just want to have a nice walk can enjoy their walk.
On my way back, my last bus seemed to be taking a while to arrive. I had a feeling there was a gift in this delay. A few stops down a woman I see on my travels got on board. A week ago, while I was on another bus, I saw her in another part of town where she works. I remembered admiring her new hairstyle but I couldn't attract her attention at the time. Now I was being given the perfect opportunity to tell her this in person. I told her how much I liked her hair and how much it suited her. We walked part of the way together.
Every moment is an opportunity to love and be loved, as long as you're not a Jehovah's Witness. :-)
Enocia
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Getting Back in the Zone
As I was watching television, a sign came up telling me that the batteries were running low and needed replacing. I also noticed the low energy icon had also appeared. I only charged them a few months back, albeit in the unconventional way i.e. I channelled energy into them. Oh well, I guess I'm going to have to give them more energy, won't I?
I thought to myself: I am the batteries. I then visualised myself filling up with energy and channelled energy from my hands into the remote control. After about five minutes I noticed the low energy icon had disappeared indicating the batteries were now fully charged.
Why did the batteries choose this moment of Now to notify me they were running low? Why not when my mother was watching, as it is her television? What is this low energy saying about me?
I have been feeling unbalanced. In fact I was feeling sluggish and had a feeling I had put on weight. I weighed myself and sure enough I had put on a pound. I know it's only a pound but for me that signifies that I am not in my Zone. In the Zone, I am being the Love that I am; and nothing can be added to or taken away from who I am. In the Zone, my weight is constantly at 8 stone (112 pounds). The moment I feel I have lost or gained weight, even it's only an ounce, it's a sign that I'm not in the Zone.
By the evening I was back to my ideal weight - 8 stone.
Thank you, batteries, for your timely reminder.
I am Love.
Enocia
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I thought to myself: I am the batteries. I then visualised myself filling up with energy and channelled energy from my hands into the remote control. After about five minutes I noticed the low energy icon had disappeared indicating the batteries were now fully charged.
Why did the batteries choose this moment of Now to notify me they were running low? Why not when my mother was watching, as it is her television? What is this low energy saying about me?
I have been feeling unbalanced. In fact I was feeling sluggish and had a feeling I had put on weight. I weighed myself and sure enough I had put on a pound. I know it's only a pound but for me that signifies that I am not in my Zone. In the Zone, I am being the Love that I am; and nothing can be added to or taken away from who I am. In the Zone, my weight is constantly at 8 stone (112 pounds). The moment I feel I have lost or gained weight, even it's only an ounce, it's a sign that I'm not in the Zone.
By the evening I was back to my ideal weight - 8 stone.
Thank you, batteries, for your timely reminder.
I am Love.
Enocia
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Saturday, 26 July 2008
Awww, How Sweet!
I have some friends that l see occasionally in the neighbourhood. Well, they only tend to come out late at night so that's when I get to see them. Although I find them a tad shy, they acknowledge my presence whenever I see them.
My friends are foxes. I once wrote the following dedication to one of my friends: Dedication to a Beloved Friend
Here's a lovely story about another fox in today's "Daily Mail." Meet the sly fox who popped into the bathroom for a quick wash and brush up
I love foxes, they are really sweet.
Enocia
My friends are foxes. I once wrote the following dedication to one of my friends: Dedication to a Beloved Friend
Here's a lovely story about another fox in today's "Daily Mail." Meet the sly fox who popped into the bathroom for a quick wash and brush up
I love foxes, they are really sweet.
Enocia
Diagon Alley
A friend asked me via email about my decision to take a break from a forum I used to participate in. He wrote:
I see that you are having a rest from it - I told them you must have caught the Knight bus to Diagon Alley - you are a wizard .. aren't you? (or is that witch?)
As I wasn't sure what my friend meant by "Diagon Alley" and "Knight bus" I Googled them. I found the following on Wikipedia:
The Knight Bus is a heavily enchanted, violently purple, triple-decker bus that transports wizards and witches. It makes its first appearance in Prisoner of Azkaban where Harry unintentionally hails it by holding his wand arm out. Harry has a final ride on the Knight Bus with a number of his friends in Order of the Phoenix. The Knight Bus is faster than travelling by broomstick, but not as fast as near instantaneous Floo powder and Apparating. The bus charges for the service; Harry Potter is charged 11 Sickles to travel from the town of Little Whinging to The Leaky Cauldron[HP3].
The bus functions as public transportation for the wizard or witch who cannot or will not choose another means of transportation. The riders are seemingly picked up by the bus from all over in-universe Great Britain, bringing passengers to the destinations of their choice with seemingly no set route. It bolts through the streets, entirely invisible to muggles and causes other objects to dodge it (rather than dodging the objects) for travelling short distances. For longer distances, the Knight Bus makes 160 km (hundred-mile) leaps accompanied by a great bang and jolt. The interior of the bus changes depending on the time of day, having seats by day and beds by night. The only mentioned limitation in travelling is that it cannot enter water.
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Diagon Alley (most likely a word play on "diagonally") is a fictional High street in London within Rowling's Harry Potter series. It is accessible to the wizarding world, to which it is something of an economic hub, but hidden from Muggles (non magic people - people who cannot perform magic). However, Muggles are allowed access to it if they need to accompany their Muggle-born magical children. If a wizard or witch needs something, chances are that it can be found in Diagon Alley.
One entrance to Diagon Alley can be reached on foot by passing through The Leaky Cauldron. The inn, invisible to Muggles, lies somewhere along the London thoroughfare Charing Cross Road. To reach Diagon Alley, one must walk up to a wall behind The Leaky Cauldron, and tap a brick, found by counting three up and two across, three times. Given the busy nature of the area, travelling to and from Diagon Alley is likely typically done by more magical means such as Apparition or by using the Floo Network.
Aha, I see they are from Harry Potter. I've only seen the first Harry Potter movie which I thoroughly enjoyed but haven't got round to watching the others. I haven't read any of the books either.
In answer to your speculation, friend, you're quite right: I did catch the purple "Knight bus" to "Diagon Alley" and I feel so much at home there, I'm not coming back.
And just for the record, I'm not just a wizard/witch, I am the magic.
People who are into magic know where to find me. Muggles need not bother as they won't see me for dust.
Enocia
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I see that you are having a rest from it - I told them you must have caught the Knight bus to Diagon Alley - you are a wizard .. aren't you? (or is that witch?)
As I wasn't sure what my friend meant by "Diagon Alley" and "Knight bus" I Googled them. I found the following on Wikipedia:
The Knight Bus is a heavily enchanted, violently purple, triple-decker bus that transports wizards and witches. It makes its first appearance in Prisoner of Azkaban where Harry unintentionally hails it by holding his wand arm out. Harry has a final ride on the Knight Bus with a number of his friends in Order of the Phoenix. The Knight Bus is faster than travelling by broomstick, but not as fast as near instantaneous Floo powder and Apparating. The bus charges for the service; Harry Potter is charged 11 Sickles to travel from the town of Little Whinging to The Leaky Cauldron[HP3].
The bus functions as public transportation for the wizard or witch who cannot or will not choose another means of transportation. The riders are seemingly picked up by the bus from all over in-universe Great Britain, bringing passengers to the destinations of their choice with seemingly no set route. It bolts through the streets, entirely invisible to muggles and causes other objects to dodge it (rather than dodging the objects) for travelling short distances. For longer distances, the Knight Bus makes 160 km (hundred-mile) leaps accompanied by a great bang and jolt. The interior of the bus changes depending on the time of day, having seats by day and beds by night. The only mentioned limitation in travelling is that it cannot enter water.
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Diagon Alley (most likely a word play on "diagonally") is a fictional High street in London within Rowling's Harry Potter series. It is accessible to the wizarding world, to which it is something of an economic hub, but hidden from Muggles (non magic people - people who cannot perform magic). However, Muggles are allowed access to it if they need to accompany their Muggle-born magical children. If a wizard or witch needs something, chances are that it can be found in Diagon Alley.
One entrance to Diagon Alley can be reached on foot by passing through The Leaky Cauldron. The inn, invisible to Muggles, lies somewhere along the London thoroughfare Charing Cross Road. To reach Diagon Alley, one must walk up to a wall behind The Leaky Cauldron, and tap a brick, found by counting three up and two across, three times. Given the busy nature of the area, travelling to and from Diagon Alley is likely typically done by more magical means such as Apparition or by using the Floo Network.
Aha, I see they are from Harry Potter. I've only seen the first Harry Potter movie which I thoroughly enjoyed but haven't got round to watching the others. I haven't read any of the books either.
In answer to your speculation, friend, you're quite right: I did catch the purple "Knight bus" to "Diagon Alley" and I feel so much at home there, I'm not coming back.
And just for the record, I'm not just a wizard/witch, I am the magic.
People who are into magic know where to find me. Muggles need not bother as they won't see me for dust.
Enocia
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Quote of the Day - 3
For, behold, I create new heavens and a new earth: and the former shall not be remembered, nor come into mind. Isaiah 65: 17
And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away. And he that sat upon the throne said, Behold, I make all things new. Revelation 21: 4-5
And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away. And he that sat upon the throne said, Behold, I make all things new. Revelation 21: 4-5
In No Time at All
It's a funny thing, time.
When I believe I have no time, I have no time;
When I believe I have all the time in the world, I have all the time in the world;
When I believe time passes slowly, I experience time passing slowly;
When I believe time flies, I experience time flying by; however,
When I believe in no time, I experience no time.
At the bus stop I noticed the first bus listed on the bulletin board was due in 6 minutes; and the second one listed, the one I was waiting for, was due in 8 minutes. Eight minutes seemed like a long time to wait for a bus. Besides, why should I have to wait that long? Then I had a thought that if I didn't want to wait I didn't have to. All I have to do is know that my bus is arriving in no time at all.
I thought to myself: "My bus is arriving in no time."
When I checked the bulletin board, the time had been accelerated from 8 minutes to 6 minutes. Then the list changed and my bus was now listed first. In no time at all, my bus arrived. I reckon it took about 3 to 4 minutes for my bus to arrive.
I've also observed when I'm consciously living from no time, everything fits in perfectly with no gaps in between. It's only when I get back into the time mode that I experience life according to my belief in time.
There is no time unless I believe there is.
Enocia
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When I believe I have no time, I have no time;
When I believe I have all the time in the world, I have all the time in the world;
When I believe time passes slowly, I experience time passing slowly;
When I believe time flies, I experience time flying by; however,
When I believe in no time, I experience no time.
At the bus stop I noticed the first bus listed on the bulletin board was due in 6 minutes; and the second one listed, the one I was waiting for, was due in 8 minutes. Eight minutes seemed like a long time to wait for a bus. Besides, why should I have to wait that long? Then I had a thought that if I didn't want to wait I didn't have to. All I have to do is know that my bus is arriving in no time at all.
I thought to myself: "My bus is arriving in no time."
When I checked the bulletin board, the time had been accelerated from 8 minutes to 6 minutes. Then the list changed and my bus was now listed first. In no time at all, my bus arrived. I reckon it took about 3 to 4 minutes for my bus to arrive.
I've also observed when I'm consciously living from no time, everything fits in perfectly with no gaps in between. It's only when I get back into the time mode that I experience life according to my belief in time.
There is no time unless I believe there is.
Enocia
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Quote of the Day - 2
"If the power was in you to create it, then the power is in you to change it." From: Urban Shaman by Serge Kahili King, p. 75
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Friday, 25 July 2008
Like Attracts Like
I went grocery shopping with my mother today. Mum has a thing about arranging the grocery in a nice orderly manner on the conveyor belt at the checkout. I don't see the point myself since it all gets jumbled up again once the cashier has scanned it and they come through the other side. Still, my mother likes things that way so I let her have her fun.
Suddenly the guy in front of us said to mum, "Thank you very much! Now you've gone and ruined everything. I don't have any more space for my eggs."
The cashier pointed out to him that he had lots of space to put the eggs on the conveyor but he said he wanted space to put his eggs right behind as he didn't want them cracked. Oh no, another crackpot!
The cashier assured him that she would put his box of eggs right at the back and scan them last. The man was still livid and having a go at mum. I stroked mum's arms to console her and blessed the man with love.
As the conveyor was moving, I pointed out to mum to watch that our grocery didn't fall on the man's eggs as we didn't want him making another scene.
After the customer had left, mum and the cashier discussed his attitude. They both agreed there was no point getting into an argument as life is too short.
I teased mum later that she'd met her match in that irate customer. Since she likes her grocery to be arranged in a particular order on the conveyor belt, she'd attracted someone who was even fussier. It was a match made in heaven or hell, depending on how you look at it.
Like attracts like.
Enocia
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Suddenly the guy in front of us said to mum, "Thank you very much! Now you've gone and ruined everything. I don't have any more space for my eggs."
The cashier pointed out to him that he had lots of space to put the eggs on the conveyor but he said he wanted space to put his eggs right behind as he didn't want them cracked. Oh no, another crackpot!
The cashier assured him that she would put his box of eggs right at the back and scan them last. The man was still livid and having a go at mum. I stroked mum's arms to console her and blessed the man with love.
As the conveyor was moving, I pointed out to mum to watch that our grocery didn't fall on the man's eggs as we didn't want him making another scene.
After the customer had left, mum and the cashier discussed his attitude. They both agreed there was no point getting into an argument as life is too short.
I teased mum later that she'd met her match in that irate customer. Since she likes her grocery to be arranged in a particular order on the conveyor belt, she'd attracted someone who was even fussier. It was a match made in heaven or hell, depending on how you look at it.
Like attracts like.
Enocia
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The Wonder of Dreaming
I believe the purpose of life is to dream marvellous dreams of wonder, joy, love, magic and abundance. I believe we all have the faculty to dream whatever dreams we prefer. I also believe we have all been given the tools to erase dreams we don't wish to experience. If I am experiencing a dream I've dreamt up and no longer wish to experience, all I have to do is remember that I am the Dreamer; then I either dream up another dream I prefer or wake out of that dream.
Recently I was having a sleeping dream about trying to resolve some issue. I was trying so hard to accomplish this goal and getting really frustrated that it wasn't happening. Then I heard my mother's voice waking me up. It turned out I had overslept. As for the problem in my dream, the moment I woke up there was no more problem.
At some point last night I had a dream that felt really depressing. While I can't remember the exact details, I know it was dreary. When I woke out of that dream, I was in another dream I preferred where I was feeling at peace.
Another way I find to erase undesirable dreams is to be in silence. Then I'm simply being formlessness where dreams are dissolved.
I can spend eternity dreaming or I can spend eternity being awake. There's no judgment either way unless I choose to dream myself being judged for the choices I've made. I prefer to dream dreams of infinite joy and wonder for eternity.
Happy dreaming everyone!
Enocia
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Recently I was having a sleeping dream about trying to resolve some issue. I was trying so hard to accomplish this goal and getting really frustrated that it wasn't happening. Then I heard my mother's voice waking me up. It turned out I had overslept. As for the problem in my dream, the moment I woke up there was no more problem.
At some point last night I had a dream that felt really depressing. While I can't remember the exact details, I know it was dreary. When I woke out of that dream, I was in another dream I preferred where I was feeling at peace.
Another way I find to erase undesirable dreams is to be in silence. Then I'm simply being formlessness where dreams are dissolved.
I can spend eternity dreaming or I can spend eternity being awake. There's no judgment either way unless I choose to dream myself being judged for the choices I've made. I prefer to dream dreams of infinite joy and wonder for eternity.
Happy dreaming everyone!
Enocia
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Fancy a Bit of How's Your Father?
About a mile away from where I live is a community of Hasidic Jews. I've observed that the men wear long black coats and black hats; and most of them have long beards. The women wear dark clothes. They appear to keep themselves to themselves. They even have their own business and schools. On the odd occasion when I've accustomed someone from that community and have acknowledged them, I have been ignored. So I've never had a conversation with anyone from that community until last night.
On the bus, an elderly-looking Hasidic gentleman, probably in his sixties, got on the bus. He smiled and said something to a woman and her kids. The kids didn't respond, they simply stared at him. The next seat available was beside me. He nodded at me. I smiled and nodded back.
"Are you from the Congo?" he said. "Congolese girls are very expensive."
"No," I frowned.
"You haven't been to the Congo?"
"No."
I noted his accent sounded French. He also smelt like he'd been bathing in some incense or something. It was quite powerful stuff.
"Come to my appartimon for chumpan."
"Sorry, I don't understand you," I said.
"I said, want to come to my appartment and drink champagne?"
"Oh, thanks but no thanks."
Then my friend got off at the next stop. After he got off I said to the woman opposite, "That Jewish guy has just asked me to go to his flat to drink champagne! I thought he was meant to be religious."
The woman smiled at me. It just shows that one can't judge by appearances.
That proposition comes into my all time list of bizarre propositions. I remember once I was carrying several bags of grocery shopping and hopped on the bus where I met this Turkish guy who asked if I wanted to go home and have sex with him. I said to him, "Do I look like I'm in the mood for sex?"
Then there was the Russian guy I once saw at Hampstead Heath who thought I was up for rampant sex just because I'd smiled at him and was friendly. I know the Heath is renowned for rompy pompy but a bit of how's your father was the last thing on my mind at the time.
I believe when people meet me they feel the Love vibes which they interpret in their own way according to their needs. Some feel it as friendship, some as sexual, and others as love. I do find it interesting how I attract all sorts of guys from all corners of the globe; and guys from their late teens up to those in their seventies. While I know we are all Love, I have to say I have no interest in men over 50 in a romantic sense. No offence to the older guy but that's just the way it is. Unless a man in his fifties and over looks a lot younger, forget it.
I look forward to having a glass of champagne soon with the man of my dreams.
Enocia
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On the bus, an elderly-looking Hasidic gentleman, probably in his sixties, got on the bus. He smiled and said something to a woman and her kids. The kids didn't respond, they simply stared at him. The next seat available was beside me. He nodded at me. I smiled and nodded back.
"Are you from the Congo?" he said. "Congolese girls are very expensive."
"No," I frowned.
"You haven't been to the Congo?"
"No."
I noted his accent sounded French. He also smelt like he'd been bathing in some incense or something. It was quite powerful stuff.
"Come to my appartimon for chumpan."
"Sorry, I don't understand you," I said.
"I said, want to come to my appartment and drink champagne?"
"Oh, thanks but no thanks."
Then my friend got off at the next stop. After he got off I said to the woman opposite, "That Jewish guy has just asked me to go to his flat to drink champagne! I thought he was meant to be religious."
The woman smiled at me. It just shows that one can't judge by appearances.
That proposition comes into my all time list of bizarre propositions. I remember once I was carrying several bags of grocery shopping and hopped on the bus where I met this Turkish guy who asked if I wanted to go home and have sex with him. I said to him, "Do I look like I'm in the mood for sex?"
Then there was the Russian guy I once saw at Hampstead Heath who thought I was up for rampant sex just because I'd smiled at him and was friendly. I know the Heath is renowned for rompy pompy but a bit of how's your father was the last thing on my mind at the time.
I believe when people meet me they feel the Love vibes which they interpret in their own way according to their needs. Some feel it as friendship, some as sexual, and others as love. I do find it interesting how I attract all sorts of guys from all corners of the globe; and guys from their late teens up to those in their seventies. While I know we are all Love, I have to say I have no interest in men over 50 in a romantic sense. No offence to the older guy but that's just the way it is. Unless a man in his fifties and over looks a lot younger, forget it.
I look forward to having a glass of champagne soon with the man of my dreams.
Enocia
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Thursday, 24 July 2008
It's a Miracle!
The sun was out in full force yesterday. For once I didn't have to pray for the sun to come out, visualise, or do my shamanic dance route. The sun came out of its own accord. It's a miracle!
It was wonderful to sit in the sun and lap it all up. This cold-blooded snake loves the sun.
Can't wait to enjoy more of the sun later.
To all those cynics who believe the British summer is never going to happen. Well, you're wrong! We're having a glorious summer. It might only last a few days but it's better than nothing. :-)
Enjoy the sun, wherever you are.
Enocia
Related articles: On Being Cold-Blooded; Journey into the Future
It was wonderful to sit in the sun and lap it all up. This cold-blooded snake loves the sun.
Can't wait to enjoy more of the sun later.
To all those cynics who believe the British summer is never going to happen. Well, you're wrong! We're having a glorious summer. It might only last a few days but it's better than nothing. :-)
Enjoy the sun, wherever you are.
Enocia
Related articles: On Being Cold-Blooded; Journey into the Future
Wednesday, 23 July 2008
On Being Cold-Blooded
The problem with experiencing myself as Light is that I'm constantly cold. I feel the light inside my head and as it travels down my spine it gives me goose bumps all over. I end up shivering rather in the same way when I'm feeling cold, but it's different. This kind of shiver feels more like when a lover is stroking my arm and it feels really good.
I, who never used to live sitting in the sun, now can't wait to lap it up whenever it comes out. It's lovely to feel the sun's wonderful rays on my skin and revelling in the heat. Mind you, with the British Summer we're having, I have to pray for sunshine.
Now I know what snakes feels like when they come out to enjoy the sun because they can't seem to retain the heat.
I'm sure I'm moulting too just like snakes.
Brrr!
Enocia
Related articles: Shiver Me Timbers!; That Tickles; Living in My Head
I, who never used to live sitting in the sun, now can't wait to lap it up whenever it comes out. It's lovely to feel the sun's wonderful rays on my skin and revelling in the heat. Mind you, with the British Summer we're having, I have to pray for sunshine.
Now I know what snakes feels like when they come out to enjoy the sun because they can't seem to retain the heat.
I'm sure I'm moulting too just like snakes.
Brrr!
Enocia
Related articles: Shiver Me Timbers!; That Tickles; Living in My Head
The Ten Invitations
The following Invitations are from Gill Edwards' website, Living Magically, which are brilliant. They reflect my beliefs exactly. Gill has given her permission to share.
Wishing you all love and light.
Enocia
Related articles: The Power of Selfishness; It's Good to Be Home
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The Ten Invitations - (From LIFE IS A GIFT by Gill Edwards (Piatkus, 2007)
1. You are invited to love yourself, others and life without condition-trusting that, in an evolving Universe, everything is unfolding perfectly.
2. You are invited to do whatever makes your heart sing and your spirit dance. Only that.
3. You are invited to live fearlessly and passionately-to step into your divinity, while embracing your humanity.
4. You are invited to treat yourself and others with extraordinary respect and kindness-reaching out with love towards all beings, and seeing the Light within everyone.
5. You are invited to honour everyone else's beliefs, feelings, values and choices-knowing these add to the variety of life, and that everyone's path or guidance is unique.
6. You are invited to honour the earth, your body and all creation as sacred and divine-and to celebrate life in all its richness.
7. You are invited to choose your own mission or purpose, expressing your creative gifts, talents and vision in whatever way feels most joyful.
8. You are invited to listen to the inner voice of Love, which always sets you free-knowing that your goodness and worthiness are never in question, and that you can do no wrong.
9. You are invited to trust in a loving and abundant Universe. Ask and it is given. Seek and ye shall find. Knock and the door shall be opened.
10. You are invited to follow your dreams and desires-trusting your feelings, and using your imagination, to create your own heaven on earth.
(Note: You are welcome to reproduce The Ten Invitations for your own use, for distribution at workshops and to clients etc. as long as you acknowledge the book/author as above.)
Wishing you all love and light.
Enocia
Related articles: The Power of Selfishness; It's Good to Be Home
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The Ten Invitations - (From LIFE IS A GIFT by Gill Edwards (Piatkus, 2007)
1. You are invited to love yourself, others and life without condition-trusting that, in an evolving Universe, everything is unfolding perfectly.
2. You are invited to do whatever makes your heart sing and your spirit dance. Only that.
3. You are invited to live fearlessly and passionately-to step into your divinity, while embracing your humanity.
4. You are invited to treat yourself and others with extraordinary respect and kindness-reaching out with love towards all beings, and seeing the Light within everyone.
5. You are invited to honour everyone else's beliefs, feelings, values and choices-knowing these add to the variety of life, and that everyone's path or guidance is unique.
6. You are invited to honour the earth, your body and all creation as sacred and divine-and to celebrate life in all its richness.
7. You are invited to choose your own mission or purpose, expressing your creative gifts, talents and vision in whatever way feels most joyful.
8. You are invited to listen to the inner voice of Love, which always sets you free-knowing that your goodness and worthiness are never in question, and that you can do no wrong.
9. You are invited to trust in a loving and abundant Universe. Ask and it is given. Seek and ye shall find. Knock and the door shall be opened.
10. You are invited to follow your dreams and desires-trusting your feelings, and using your imagination, to create your own heaven on earth.
(Note: You are welcome to reproduce The Ten Invitations for your own use, for distribution at workshops and to clients etc. as long as you acknowledge the book/author as above.)
Rock 'n' Roll
I read an article in today's Metro about an 1,800 year old Roman relic, which not only resembles the late Elvis Presley, it has a similar hairstyle.
Maybe, Elvis had another life as a Roman pop star. :-)
I've always loved Elvis Presley. He will always be the King of Rock 'n' Roll in my eyes.
Enocia
Elvis Presley Related articles: Elvis is Alive!; Long Live the King!; Nothing But a Hound Dog
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1,800 year-old relic of Elvis Presley
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
The King is back, long live the King Those with suspicious minds may scoff – but this 1,800-year-old relic is the spitting image of Elvis Presley.
Complete with quiff and strong jaw, the likeness to the singer in his Las Vegas years is uncanny.
It has been verified by experts, who say it is a decoration found on the corners of a Roman coffin.
'Fans seeing this face from the distant past will be forgiven for thinking that their idol may well have lived a previous life in Rome,' said a spokesman for Bonhams, which is auctioning the item in October.
This Elvis probably dates back to about 200 AD – about 1,750 years before the birth of rock'n'roll.
But it could even date to 400 BC, experts claim.
The bust is an authentic acroterion – an ornament often found on the corners of sarcophagi, stone burial chambers where the most important people were laid to rest.
It is part of one of the world's most stunning private collections of ancient art, which will go under the hammer in London.
The 150 lots, once owned by Australian collector Graham Geddes, include Greek and Roman vases and reliefs showing battle scenes.
Many of these will go for up to £90,000 each although Elvis is unlikely to make even a fraction of that, unless the resemblance sparks a bidding war between fans.
The figure could fetch as much as £25,000 when it is sold.
'It is perhaps the strangest item in the sale, certainly to modern eyes.
'The likeness is so great that the collector himself calls the carving Elvis,' added the spokesman for the auctioneer.
'Looking at this face with its quiff, jaw and nose, one is led to the thought that the human face, for all is diversity and subtlety, has an ability to repeat itself.'
It is not just auction house staff who are taken aback by the bust – others are all shook up too.
'It bears an uncanny likeness. It's the quiff that does it,' said Greek and Roman art expert Georgiana Aitken.
'You do get some weird and wacky things at the corners of sarcophagi. The quiff was not a hairstyle of the day as far as I know.'
Maybe, Elvis had another life as a Roman pop star. :-)
I've always loved Elvis Presley. He will always be the King of Rock 'n' Roll in my eyes.
Enocia
Elvis Presley Related articles: Elvis is Alive!; Long Live the King!; Nothing But a Hound Dog
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1,800 year-old relic of Elvis Presley
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
The King is back, long live the King Those with suspicious minds may scoff – but this 1,800-year-old relic is the spitting image of Elvis Presley.
Complete with quiff and strong jaw, the likeness to the singer in his Las Vegas years is uncanny.
It has been verified by experts, who say it is a decoration found on the corners of a Roman coffin.
'Fans seeing this face from the distant past will be forgiven for thinking that their idol may well have lived a previous life in Rome,' said a spokesman for Bonhams, which is auctioning the item in October.
This Elvis probably dates back to about 200 AD – about 1,750 years before the birth of rock'n'roll.
But it could even date to 400 BC, experts claim.
The bust is an authentic acroterion – an ornament often found on the corners of sarcophagi, stone burial chambers where the most important people were laid to rest.
It is part of one of the world's most stunning private collections of ancient art, which will go under the hammer in London.
The 150 lots, once owned by Australian collector Graham Geddes, include Greek and Roman vases and reliefs showing battle scenes.
Many of these will go for up to £90,000 each although Elvis is unlikely to make even a fraction of that, unless the resemblance sparks a bidding war between fans.
The figure could fetch as much as £25,000 when it is sold.
'It is perhaps the strangest item in the sale, certainly to modern eyes.
'The likeness is so great that the collector himself calls the carving Elvis,' added the spokesman for the auctioneer.
'Looking at this face with its quiff, jaw and nose, one is led to the thought that the human face, for all is diversity and subtlety, has an ability to repeat itself.'
It is not just auction house staff who are taken aback by the bust – others are all shook up too.
'It bears an uncanny likeness. It's the quiff that does it,' said Greek and Roman art expert Georgiana Aitken.
'You do get some weird and wacky things at the corners of sarcophagi. The quiff was not a hairstyle of the day as far as I know.'
Tuesday, 22 July 2008
The Power of Selfishness
During an email exchange with a friend I told her how much I admired the work she's doing. My friend said:
"Thanks, but it's a selfish act on my part...I just know I love it so do it selfishly!"
My response was:
"Oh, pulease, I believe in selfish acts. If everyone was being truly selfish loving what they love and following their hearts, the world will be transformed to a place of pure bliss in the twinkling of an eye, as they say in the Bible. So never stop being selfish, darling, because you're worth it."
As I see it, the world's idea of selflessness involves sacrifice, duty and obligation, which gives rise to guilt and resentment. There's no way I want resentment building up in my system. If doing what one loves, focusing on what one loves, and loving who one loves makes one selfish, then I'm EXTREMELY selfish.
Another reason why I believe in doing what I love is because Love is the frequency of God, the True Self. When I am doing what I love, I am being the True Self; when I'm doing something just because it makes me appear good in the world's eyes I'm not being true to myself.
That's why I love cats, at least the cats I've lived with, because they've been totally self-centred, just like me. Hurray for cats, well the cats I've loved anyway!
I'm not here to save the world or to sacrifice who I am, I'm here to express and share my love. If that makes me selfish, then so be it.
Selfish people of the world unite, your world needs you.
Enocia
Related articles: Trusting in my Path; Taking the Dog for a Walk; This is My Day!; I am No Bodhisattva; The Saviour; Dear God, What is Your Will For Me? - Revisited; Why I Love Cats; Guilt Complex; Are You Here To Serve Humanity?
"Thanks, but it's a selfish act on my part...I just know I love it so do it selfishly!"
My response was:
"Oh, pulease, I believe in selfish acts. If everyone was being truly selfish loving what they love and following their hearts, the world will be transformed to a place of pure bliss in the twinkling of an eye, as they say in the Bible. So never stop being selfish, darling, because you're worth it."
As I see it, the world's idea of selflessness involves sacrifice, duty and obligation, which gives rise to guilt and resentment. There's no way I want resentment building up in my system. If doing what one loves, focusing on what one loves, and loving who one loves makes one selfish, then I'm EXTREMELY selfish.
Another reason why I believe in doing what I love is because Love is the frequency of God, the True Self. When I am doing what I love, I am being the True Self; when I'm doing something just because it makes me appear good in the world's eyes I'm not being true to myself.
That's why I love cats, at least the cats I've lived with, because they've been totally self-centred, just like me. Hurray for cats, well the cats I've loved anyway!
I'm not here to save the world or to sacrifice who I am, I'm here to express and share my love. If that makes me selfish, then so be it.
Selfish people of the world unite, your world needs you.
Enocia
Related articles: Trusting in my Path; Taking the Dog for a Walk; This is My Day!; I am No Bodhisattva; The Saviour; Dear God, What is Your Will For Me? - Revisited; Why I Love Cats; Guilt Complex; Are You Here To Serve Humanity?
Oneness - Revisited
I believe I am never separated from that which I love. This means the moment I think of someone I love, I am one with at that person receives the thought. He or she then chooses whether to ignore my love or not.
When I went to Canary Wharf with my mother recently, I thought of my friend whom I first met at a company I was working at in Canary Wharf. The next day on a bus journey a woman sat next to me and her laughter sounded so much like the same friend, who now lives in Ireland. When I checked my emails the day after I saw one from the same friend. She had obviously caught my vibe.
Here's the email she sent me with these beautiful rainbow roses. I happen to love rainbows and roses are my favourite flowers.
Enocia
Related articles: Oh, I Get It!; Journey into the Future; A Little Help From My Friend; God is in the Details; Nothing Can Separate Me from Love; Oneness
In case you are not aware, Saint Theresa is known as the Saint of the Little Ways, meaning she believed in doing the little things in life well and with great love.
She is represented by roses. May everyone who receives this message be blessed.
Saint Theresa's Prayer
May today there be peace within.
May you trust God that you are exactly where you are meant to be.
May you not forget the infinite possibilities that are born of faith.
May you use those gifts that you have received, and pass on the love that has been given to you.
May you be confident knowing you are a child of God.
Let this presence settle into your bones, and allow your soul the freedom to sing, dance, praise and love.
It is there for each and every one of us.
When I went to Canary Wharf with my mother recently, I thought of my friend whom I first met at a company I was working at in Canary Wharf. The next day on a bus journey a woman sat next to me and her laughter sounded so much like the same friend, who now lives in Ireland. When I checked my emails the day after I saw one from the same friend. She had obviously caught my vibe.
Here's the email she sent me with these beautiful rainbow roses. I happen to love rainbows and roses are my favourite flowers.
Enocia
Related articles: Oh, I Get It!; Journey into the Future; A Little Help From My Friend; God is in the Details; Nothing Can Separate Me from Love; Oneness
In case you are not aware, Saint Theresa is known as the Saint of the Little Ways, meaning she believed in doing the little things in life well and with great love.
She is represented by roses. May everyone who receives this message be blessed.
Saint Theresa's Prayer
May today there be peace within.
May you trust God that you are exactly where you are meant to be.
May you not forget the infinite possibilities that are born of faith.
May you use those gifts that you have received, and pass on the love that has been given to you.
May you be confident knowing you are a child of God.
Let this presence settle into your bones, and allow your soul the freedom to sing, dance, praise and love.
It is there for each and every one of us.
Oh, I Get It!
While I was travelling on a bus with my mother, I pointed out a bus I had once used to get to a particular bus station, but I couldn't remember the name of the station. In thought I asked the bus station what it's name was and I kept getting the name "Camden Town."
Why do I keep thinking of Camden Town? That's not it. I knew the place had two words, the first word starts with a "C."
I decided the name would either pop up or I would check it up on the Internet. I did check the answer on Google and the name is Canning Town. Oh, now I get it. When I asked the bus station what its name was, I received the answer but I heard it as Camden Town instead of Canning Town.
I believe since I am connected to all things, I can communicate with all. It's a matter of asking the question and listening for the answers, at least listening properly.
Thank you, Canning Town station for your response.
Enocia
Related articles: Trusting in my Path; Taking the Dog for a Walk; Open Sesame!; Ask and You Will Receive
Why do I keep thinking of Camden Town? That's not it. I knew the place had two words, the first word starts with a "C."
I decided the name would either pop up or I would check it up on the Internet. I did check the answer on Google and the name is Canning Town. Oh, now I get it. When I asked the bus station what its name was, I received the answer but I heard it as Camden Town instead of Canning Town.
I believe since I am connected to all things, I can communicate with all. It's a matter of asking the question and listening for the answers, at least listening properly.
Thank you, Canning Town station for your response.
Enocia
Related articles: Trusting in my Path; Taking the Dog for a Walk; Open Sesame!; Ask and You Will Receive
Monday, 21 July 2008
Trusting in my Path; Taking the Dog for a Walk
For me, heaven on earth is exploring canal paths and discovering where they lead to. I just love canals. As I've explored a particular canal in one direction, I was curious about where it went in the opposite direction. I promised myself that one Sunday I was going to explore it, which I did recently.
Before I left, I put out an intention for the weather to be dry and perfect for walking.
When I got off the bus and joined the canal, the weather was perfect: nice and cool, just the way I like it for walking. I walked down the canal until it reached a point where there was no longer any footpath to continue. The only way was to come out of it and find a way to get back on the canal further down. I asked this woman if she knew where I could connect back to the canal and she advised me to walk ahead and ask someone as it was too complicated to explain. After a few minutes I spotted a taxi driver dropping off a passenger. I asked him if he knew where I could link back to the canal. He told me he knew about roads not canals. I thought taxi drivers in London had studied The Knowledge and are meant to be familiar with all the nooks and crannies of London. You can't get the staff these days.
I asked a lady further down the road if she knew and she pointed which way to go. Another man I asked pointed the way and I ended up back right where I had started. I asked another man and he said he didn't know but his friend who lives locally might. He phoned his friend on his mobile to ask him. His friend's direction would take me back to where I started. I explained that I wanted to continue walking down the canal as far as it goes. The man's friend believed there was no other access. I thanked the man for calling his friend.
I knew there was a way to access the canal and it was a matter of finding it. It was time to trust in my love for canals, which I believed would guide me to it. I decided to treat my adventure like a dog being taken for a walk and trust in my walker. I was inspired to walk down a particular street which usually has a market. The traders had finished for the day so it was nice and quiet. As I walked down, two guys walked ahead of me. One even turned round to look at me. I read his glance as a sign that I was headed in the right direction. At the junction, they turned left but I knew I should go right. I ended up walking down a housing estate, the type some people might be scared of walking down on their own. I followed the road down until I arrived at another junction. I felt a tug on my invisible lead to go right. So off I went sniffing in that direction until I noticed some greenery and a path and eh voila, it was the lost canal of Islington. I've never been so happy to see a canal.
I asked a man sitting on a bench overlooking the canal whether this was the same canal I had left behind and he said it was; and it will lead me all the way to Camden Lock. I asked if I could stroke his dog. He said he was sure his dog, called Indy, wouldn't mind. After stroking him Indy was off. The man said Indy was looking for a gift to offer me. Apparently, Indy likes giving gifts but he hasn't quite worked out how to let go of his gifts. I asked the man whether he's heard of an American expression called Indian giver: "any individual who gives something and then either takes it back or wants to take it back." I said Indy sounds like one. He said he wasn't aware of that expression. (I've also heard that expression in Total Recall, one of my favourite films).
Indy returned with a nice stick in his mouth for me but when I went to grab it, he wouldn't let me have it.
"See, your dog is an Indian giver," I chuckled. "It's funny how his name is Indy."
"That's very interesting," the man said. "He's actually named after Indiana Jones."
"Ha, I see you've got an Indiana Jones hat," I said to my friend.
I then said goodbye and continued my walk. As I walked away I thought of Indy's intention to love in his own way even though he won't let the gift go. I guess it's the thought that counts.
I followed the canal called Regent's Canal all the way to Camden Lock, located in the middle of Camden Market which was heaving with shoppers. Sunday is their busiest day. After dodging the shoppers, I crossed over a bridge and I continued my walk down the canal. I had noticed a sign leading to Little Venice, which I decided would be my destination. Then I would catch a bus back home.
As I walked I noticed how people enjoy the canal in their own ways. There were people on boat trips going up and down the canal; there were people who lived on barges on the canal; there were cyclists going back and forth; there were walkers like myself going for their strolls, some with their dogs; and there were men fishing on the canal. I even stopped and asked a guy fishing if he'd caught anything. He said he had but let them go. He said there were pikes and eels in the water. I wished him well and continued my walk.
At some point there was a sign that said the pathway was closed. I figured I would get off the canal, cross over the road and find another entrance. The next entrance had a gate which was closed to the public. Damn! Two women behind me had the same idea. Then one woman asked another walker, who had come from the other direction, if there was a way to get back on the canal. She advised us to walk further down and we'll find it.
I figured I would walk with the two women though I stayed ahead of them. I could hear them chatting behind me then suddenly they were gone. It was as if they'd gone down the Bermuda Triangle and ended up in another time-space continuum. Maybe, it was I who had been sucked into the Bermuda Triangle. I decided to explore the area anyway as dogs like sniffing around. I noticed a van with the same surname as a friend of mine which I read as a sign that I was heading in the right direction. After I'd been exploring the area for a while I decided it was time to get back on the canal. I asked a man if the canal was close by and he said no. I heard some seagulls above which signified there was water close by. I came across another guy and asked him how I could get to "Little Venice." He pointed the way which was about half a mile down. After walking for ages and not seeing any evidence of my destination, I noticed some people walking towards me. One boy's T-shirt had the words: "Never ever give up!" Right, I won't! With dogged determination, I walked down a road and came to a park. Do I go left or right. I had a feeling I should go left. I saw a woman coming towards me and I asked her the way to "Little Venice." She said I was pretty close and said I would see the canal at the end of the road. I noted she had an Italian accent. Within a few minutes I was back on the canal. There were lots and lots of boats in that section and it did look like Venice, at least what I've seen in movies anyway.
I was dog-tired and decided to have a rest on a bench overlooking the canal. I watched a man, a woman and a baby in a push chair feeding the ducks and pigeons. Soon another woman arrived with her son to feed the ducks. She sat on the bench opposite me. While her son fed the birds, I chatted to her. She told me she lived locally and loves walking down the canal and bringing food for the ducks. Her son is five and she has a girl who is three next month. (Her birthday is 8 days before mine). We chatted about snacks we like and even exchanged ideas about food. While we were chatting I saw the two women who had disappeared in the Bermuda Triangle. One said to me, "You made it then?" I told her I had gone all round the houses and had eventually got back on the canal. She said they were following me then I seemed to disappear. They got back on the canal and have been following it all the way. I wished them a lovely walk.
When my new friend's son had finished feeding the ducks, he said he was going to create a person. He found a pebble which was the head, some cigarette butts which he used to make the torso, arms and legs. After admiring his work of art, I decided it was time to head off home. My friend showed me where I could catch my bus home which was only a few minutes away. When I got off the canal, I found myself going in the opposite direction. I guess the dog in me was curious to explore the area but I had to put my foot down and insist it was time to go home. I saw my friend who pointed the right way to catch the bus. A few minutes later, my bus arrived.
During my bus ride home, I thought about what it means to walk one's own individual path. When I asked people for directions, I was sent all over the place. It was only when I decided to follow my heart - my love for canals - that I was able to find the canal. Later when I was walking with those two women and we parted company, I followed my heart and explored the area. There was always someone around to guide me when I needed directions. Although I took the scenic route, compared to my friends, I still ended up at my destination.
Doing what I love is my path.
I trust in Love.
Enocia
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Before I left, I put out an intention for the weather to be dry and perfect for walking.
When I got off the bus and joined the canal, the weather was perfect: nice and cool, just the way I like it for walking. I walked down the canal until it reached a point where there was no longer any footpath to continue. The only way was to come out of it and find a way to get back on the canal further down. I asked this woman if she knew where I could connect back to the canal and she advised me to walk ahead and ask someone as it was too complicated to explain. After a few minutes I spotted a taxi driver dropping off a passenger. I asked him if he knew where I could link back to the canal. He told me he knew about roads not canals. I thought taxi drivers in London had studied The Knowledge and are meant to be familiar with all the nooks and crannies of London. You can't get the staff these days.
I asked a lady further down the road if she knew and she pointed which way to go. Another man I asked pointed the way and I ended up back right where I had started. I asked another man and he said he didn't know but his friend who lives locally might. He phoned his friend on his mobile to ask him. His friend's direction would take me back to where I started. I explained that I wanted to continue walking down the canal as far as it goes. The man's friend believed there was no other access. I thanked the man for calling his friend.
I knew there was a way to access the canal and it was a matter of finding it. It was time to trust in my love for canals, which I believed would guide me to it. I decided to treat my adventure like a dog being taken for a walk and trust in my walker. I was inspired to walk down a particular street which usually has a market. The traders had finished for the day so it was nice and quiet. As I walked down, two guys walked ahead of me. One even turned round to look at me. I read his glance as a sign that I was headed in the right direction. At the junction, they turned left but I knew I should go right. I ended up walking down a housing estate, the type some people might be scared of walking down on their own. I followed the road down until I arrived at another junction. I felt a tug on my invisible lead to go right. So off I went sniffing in that direction until I noticed some greenery and a path and eh voila, it was the lost canal of Islington. I've never been so happy to see a canal.
I asked a man sitting on a bench overlooking the canal whether this was the same canal I had left behind and he said it was; and it will lead me all the way to Camden Lock. I asked if I could stroke his dog. He said he was sure his dog, called Indy, wouldn't mind. After stroking him Indy was off. The man said Indy was looking for a gift to offer me. Apparently, Indy likes giving gifts but he hasn't quite worked out how to let go of his gifts. I asked the man whether he's heard of an American expression called Indian giver: "any individual who gives something and then either takes it back or wants to take it back." I said Indy sounds like one. He said he wasn't aware of that expression. (I've also heard that expression in Total Recall, one of my favourite films).
Indy returned with a nice stick in his mouth for me but when I went to grab it, he wouldn't let me have it.
"See, your dog is an Indian giver," I chuckled. "It's funny how his name is Indy."
"That's very interesting," the man said. "He's actually named after Indiana Jones."
"Ha, I see you've got an Indiana Jones hat," I said to my friend.
I then said goodbye and continued my walk. As I walked away I thought of Indy's intention to love in his own way even though he won't let the gift go. I guess it's the thought that counts.
I followed the canal called Regent's Canal all the way to Camden Lock, located in the middle of Camden Market which was heaving with shoppers. Sunday is their busiest day. After dodging the shoppers, I crossed over a bridge and I continued my walk down the canal. I had noticed a sign leading to Little Venice, which I decided would be my destination. Then I would catch a bus back home.
As I walked I noticed how people enjoy the canal in their own ways. There were people on boat trips going up and down the canal; there were people who lived on barges on the canal; there were cyclists going back and forth; there were walkers like myself going for their strolls, some with their dogs; and there were men fishing on the canal. I even stopped and asked a guy fishing if he'd caught anything. He said he had but let them go. He said there were pikes and eels in the water. I wished him well and continued my walk.
At some point there was a sign that said the pathway was closed. I figured I would get off the canal, cross over the road and find another entrance. The next entrance had a gate which was closed to the public. Damn! Two women behind me had the same idea. Then one woman asked another walker, who had come from the other direction, if there was a way to get back on the canal. She advised us to walk further down and we'll find it.
I figured I would walk with the two women though I stayed ahead of them. I could hear them chatting behind me then suddenly they were gone. It was as if they'd gone down the Bermuda Triangle and ended up in another time-space continuum. Maybe, it was I who had been sucked into the Bermuda Triangle. I decided to explore the area anyway as dogs like sniffing around. I noticed a van with the same surname as a friend of mine which I read as a sign that I was heading in the right direction. After I'd been exploring the area for a while I decided it was time to get back on the canal. I asked a man if the canal was close by and he said no. I heard some seagulls above which signified there was water close by. I came across another guy and asked him how I could get to "Little Venice." He pointed the way which was about half a mile down. After walking for ages and not seeing any evidence of my destination, I noticed some people walking towards me. One boy's T-shirt had the words: "Never ever give up!" Right, I won't! With dogged determination, I walked down a road and came to a park. Do I go left or right. I had a feeling I should go left. I saw a woman coming towards me and I asked her the way to "Little Venice." She said I was pretty close and said I would see the canal at the end of the road. I noted she had an Italian accent. Within a few minutes I was back on the canal. There were lots and lots of boats in that section and it did look like Venice, at least what I've seen in movies anyway.
I was dog-tired and decided to have a rest on a bench overlooking the canal. I watched a man, a woman and a baby in a push chair feeding the ducks and pigeons. Soon another woman arrived with her son to feed the ducks. She sat on the bench opposite me. While her son fed the birds, I chatted to her. She told me she lived locally and loves walking down the canal and bringing food for the ducks. Her son is five and she has a girl who is three next month. (Her birthday is 8 days before mine). We chatted about snacks we like and even exchanged ideas about food. While we were chatting I saw the two women who had disappeared in the Bermuda Triangle. One said to me, "You made it then?" I told her I had gone all round the houses and had eventually got back on the canal. She said they were following me then I seemed to disappear. They got back on the canal and have been following it all the way. I wished them a lovely walk.
When my new friend's son had finished feeding the ducks, he said he was going to create a person. He found a pebble which was the head, some cigarette butts which he used to make the torso, arms and legs. After admiring his work of art, I decided it was time to head off home. My friend showed me where I could catch my bus home which was only a few minutes away. When I got off the canal, I found myself going in the opposite direction. I guess the dog in me was curious to explore the area but I had to put my foot down and insist it was time to go home. I saw my friend who pointed the right way to catch the bus. A few minutes later, my bus arrived.
During my bus ride home, I thought about what it means to walk one's own individual path. When I asked people for directions, I was sent all over the place. It was only when I decided to follow my heart - my love for canals - that I was able to find the canal. Later when I was walking with those two women and we parted company, I followed my heart and explored the area. There was always someone around to guide me when I needed directions. Although I took the scenic route, compared to my friends, I still ended up at my destination.
Doing what I love is my path.
I trust in Love.
Enocia
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Journey into the Future
I was telling my mother recently about how I travelled by bus via Canary Wharf, the business capital of London. I said it's changed since I last worked there in 1995. At the time I had a temporary contract as a secretary/administrator at a firm of engineers who were doing up one of the buildings. Mum said the last time she was in that area was in 1982, when she was temping for a company called the "London Docklands Development Corporation" which was set up to develop that area of East London. She only lasted a few days because it was too far to get to from where she lived at the time.
The other day, my mother and I decided to take a trip down memory lane to explore Canary Wharf. We decided to travel by bus.
Before we left, I noted it was quite cloudy. When I went to our local shop to buy my mother's newspaper, a customer told me it was going to rain and I should be prepared. I told him I expected dry weather where I was going. In thought, I put out an intention for the weather to be perfect at Canary Wharf so we could even sit outside.
During the bus ride, it started raining. I paid no attention to the weather as I knew it will be dry and sunny when we arrived at our destination. When we got off that bus to change, it was still raining but our next bus was right behind. Although the driver had to wait for a few minutes, she let us in and we sat upstairs. During the journey mum said if she'd known the weather was going to be like this, she wouldn't have come out. I told her to have faith.
"Faith is seeing the weather you want to experience behind the dark clouds," I said. "You'll find that the weather will be dry and sunny when we arrive at Canary Wharf."
She looked doubtful. Instead of focusing on the weather, I hummed a song I loved.
As soon as the bus was arriving at Canary Wharf, the clouds parted and the sun came out, just as I had predicted.
"See, I told you it was going to be sunny," mum said.
"Yes, mum, I believe you," I chuckled.
Mum was amazed at how much Canary Wharf had transformed since she was last there 26 years ago when it was full of dilapidated buildings. She loved it: the office buildings, shops, the apartments overlooking the river, everything. I took her through the shopping centre which wasn't there when I was working there. We did a bit of window-shopping then we went to the local pharmacy as she wanted to buy some hand cream. As we walked down the aisles, she pointed to me the different beauty products I used to be into. I used to use all these fancy moisturising creams and the ones that claim to rejuvenate one's skin. It's funny how on the one hand, I'm still the same; and yet I'm so different from the woman I was back in 1995.
I can just see my past self sitting in the square eating her lunch. As her future self, I'm telling her that in 13 years time she will have given up a lot of what she believed to be true including using beauty products to make herself appear young. I can see my past self can't quite accept this reality as it is too far removed from who she is.
Does this mean the me that I am now is an evolved version of the self in 1995? No, the future self in the present has simply had a paradigm shift. A paradigm is a way of seeing the world. For instance, if you see the world from a red perspective, then everything you do is tainted by your way of seeing. Let's say you have a shift and start seeing from a purple perspective, then your experiences are going to be different.
The Me that I was then used beauty products because she believed she needed to improve or fix what she was. She also had the belief in aging. When I had a paradigm shift, I realised my identity is Love-Light, therefore, there's nothing I have to do; I simply need to be Love and let Love transform all that I am to Love. That's why I don't feel the need to use fancy beauty products when I can let my Light shine through. The world's way is you have to pay for beauty and fight aging as aging is inevitable. Love offers beauty for free as beauty as my nature; eternal youth is who I am.
After mum had bought her hand cream, we popped into a food shop to buy some food. She asked if I wanted a sandwich but I only wanted chocolates and some sweets. I can eat chocolate all day. Then we went to sit outside. Although it was sunny, it was quite cool for my liking and I was glad I had on a cardigan. The weather was perfect for my mother as she likes it cool.
All in all, it was a fun outing and my mother and I enjoyed each other's company.
Later I reflected on what I'd said to my mother about having faith and seeing beyond the clouds. One can apply the same faith to the vision the developers had about Canary Wharf who could see beyond the dilapidated buildings. It took a while for their vision to unfold to become the business capital that it is now.
In the same respect, who I am now is the vision I as my True Self have given to my past self. In fact, some years back during meditation, I was "approached" by some entities calling themselves Vector8. They are pure energy. The entities were there to remind me that I'm part of that group and that it was time for me to focus on my true purpose. As this Energy I am already perfect. Since I had that "wake up" call, I have been applying all the wisdom that I am as Vector8 in my life experience. Put another way, it feels like Vector8 is my future self and I've travelled back in time to spiritualise all my life experiences. There are yet grander versions of myself to unfold. All I have to do is trust in the process.
I am Infinite Love/Vector8.
Enocia
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The other day, my mother and I decided to take a trip down memory lane to explore Canary Wharf. We decided to travel by bus.
Before we left, I noted it was quite cloudy. When I went to our local shop to buy my mother's newspaper, a customer told me it was going to rain and I should be prepared. I told him I expected dry weather where I was going. In thought, I put out an intention for the weather to be perfect at Canary Wharf so we could even sit outside.
During the bus ride, it started raining. I paid no attention to the weather as I knew it will be dry and sunny when we arrived at our destination. When we got off that bus to change, it was still raining but our next bus was right behind. Although the driver had to wait for a few minutes, she let us in and we sat upstairs. During the journey mum said if she'd known the weather was going to be like this, she wouldn't have come out. I told her to have faith.
"Faith is seeing the weather you want to experience behind the dark clouds," I said. "You'll find that the weather will be dry and sunny when we arrive at Canary Wharf."
She looked doubtful. Instead of focusing on the weather, I hummed a song I loved.
As soon as the bus was arriving at Canary Wharf, the clouds parted and the sun came out, just as I had predicted.
"See, I told you it was going to be sunny," mum said.
"Yes, mum, I believe you," I chuckled.
Mum was amazed at how much Canary Wharf had transformed since she was last there 26 years ago when it was full of dilapidated buildings. She loved it: the office buildings, shops, the apartments overlooking the river, everything. I took her through the shopping centre which wasn't there when I was working there. We did a bit of window-shopping then we went to the local pharmacy as she wanted to buy some hand cream. As we walked down the aisles, she pointed to me the different beauty products I used to be into. I used to use all these fancy moisturising creams and the ones that claim to rejuvenate one's skin. It's funny how on the one hand, I'm still the same; and yet I'm so different from the woman I was back in 1995.
I can just see my past self sitting in the square eating her lunch. As her future self, I'm telling her that in 13 years time she will have given up a lot of what she believed to be true including using beauty products to make herself appear young. I can see my past self can't quite accept this reality as it is too far removed from who she is.
Does this mean the me that I am now is an evolved version of the self in 1995? No, the future self in the present has simply had a paradigm shift. A paradigm is a way of seeing the world. For instance, if you see the world from a red perspective, then everything you do is tainted by your way of seeing. Let's say you have a shift and start seeing from a purple perspective, then your experiences are going to be different.
The Me that I was then used beauty products because she believed she needed to improve or fix what she was. She also had the belief in aging. When I had a paradigm shift, I realised my identity is Love-Light, therefore, there's nothing I have to do; I simply need to be Love and let Love transform all that I am to Love. That's why I don't feel the need to use fancy beauty products when I can let my Light shine through. The world's way is you have to pay for beauty and fight aging as aging is inevitable. Love offers beauty for free as beauty as my nature; eternal youth is who I am.
After mum had bought her hand cream, we popped into a food shop to buy some food. She asked if I wanted a sandwich but I only wanted chocolates and some sweets. I can eat chocolate all day. Then we went to sit outside. Although it was sunny, it was quite cool for my liking and I was glad I had on a cardigan. The weather was perfect for my mother as she likes it cool.
All in all, it was a fun outing and my mother and I enjoyed each other's company.
Later I reflected on what I'd said to my mother about having faith and seeing beyond the clouds. One can apply the same faith to the vision the developers had about Canary Wharf who could see beyond the dilapidated buildings. It took a while for their vision to unfold to become the business capital that it is now.
In the same respect, who I am now is the vision I as my True Self have given to my past self. In fact, some years back during meditation, I was "approached" by some entities calling themselves Vector8. They are pure energy. The entities were there to remind me that I'm part of that group and that it was time for me to focus on my true purpose. As this Energy I am already perfect. Since I had that "wake up" call, I have been applying all the wisdom that I am as Vector8 in my life experience. Put another way, it feels like Vector8 is my future self and I've travelled back in time to spiritualise all my life experiences. There are yet grander versions of myself to unfold. All I have to do is trust in the process.
I am Infinite Love/Vector8.
Enocia
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Persistence
As I was waiting at a bus stop, I noticed a young man looking at the timetable. When the bus I was waiting for arrived, he got on board. I heard him telling the driver that he wanted to get to "Blackhorse Road." The driver told him to stay on the bus till the last stop and catch another one from there. I presumed from the young man's accent that he was either a tourist or he was new to that area of London.
At the next stop, the driver changed shift. Another driver got on board and our journey continued. At the last stop, the young man went to the new driver and said "I want to go to Blackhorse Road." The driver told him where to go but he still looked confused.
"I want to get to Blackhorse Road" he said to no one in particular.
I was going to help him but another passenger who'd heard him told him how to get there.
What I really admired about the young man was he was very persistent. He knew where he wanted to get to and he didn't care who helped him as long as he got help. I've observed some kids are a bit like that. They know what they want and they don't care how they get it.
I believe the Universe doesn't judge and is always supporting everyone on their journey. All I have to do is be specific, open, and never give up.
Enocia
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At the next stop, the driver changed shift. Another driver got on board and our journey continued. At the last stop, the young man went to the new driver and said "I want to go to Blackhorse Road." The driver told him where to go but he still looked confused.
"I want to get to Blackhorse Road" he said to no one in particular.
I was going to help him but another passenger who'd heard him told him how to get there.
What I really admired about the young man was he was very persistent. He knew where he wanted to get to and he didn't care who helped him as long as he got help. I've observed some kids are a bit like that. They know what they want and they don't care how they get it.
I believe the Universe doesn't judge and is always supporting everyone on their journey. All I have to do is be specific, open, and never give up.
Enocia
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Sunday, 20 July 2008
It's a Good Day to Love
Today is a good day to love, be happy, and express my joy.
As will be tomorrow.
And the next.
And the next.
And the next....forever.
Every day is a good day to love.
Enocia
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As will be tomorrow.
And the next.
And the next.
And the next....forever.
Every day is a good day to love.
Enocia
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Saturday, 19 July 2008
Love's Organising Principle
"When I wake up each morning, I remind myself of my identity as Love. Then I say to myself: "This is my day. Everything's going my way." In other words, this day is Love which means all my experiences are Love including my body, my mother, my family and friends, my neighbourhood, my bus journeys, the drivers, the motorists, the roads, people I meet along the way, all the wonderful ideas I receive, London, the weather, etc. I expect all my experiences to resonate with the Love that I am." This is My Day!;
So I promised to get a bottle of milk on my way home. After spending time at a bookshop, I went to the local supermarket but they didn't have the size I wanted. I had a choice whether to buy it locally or stop off and get it at another supermarket. I didn't fancy getting it locally because it means crossing the road which I find a hassle. While I was on the bus I had the idea to get off and buy it at a particular supermarket. I chose a particular checkout. Even though there were only two customers ahead, both had a lot of stuff. I noticed another checkout had customers with fewer stuff but something told me to stay put.
While I was waiting, I noticed the woman in front of me had on a purple top; purple is my favourite colour. I told her how much I liked her top. She asked me if it looked good on her and I said it suited her complexion. She said my short hair suits my slim frame. I thanked her. Then she said that since I only had one item, I should go ahead of her. I thanked her and was out in no time.
As soon as I got to the bus stop, a bus arrived. When I got off that bus, my next bus followed. Two stops down a man got on. Two days before I'd asked a passenger I usually travel with about a particular bus driver who lives in our neighbourhood. I said I hadn't seen him for quite a while and was wondering where he was. The man who had got on was the bus driver. At the last stop I nudged him and told him I'd been wondering where he was and now he's answered my question. He said if I ever wonder about him, I should send him blessings. As we walked home together, he told me he was going home for his hour break and would be returning to work. He told me what shifts he usually works. Then I said goodbye and wished him well.
I thought it was so wonderful how Infinite Love had organised everything perfectly so I went to the right supermarket, left at the right moment, connected with the right buses so I could link up with the friend I hadn't seen in ages.
I trust in the organising principle of Love.
Enocia
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So I promised to get a bottle of milk on my way home. After spending time at a bookshop, I went to the local supermarket but they didn't have the size I wanted. I had a choice whether to buy it locally or stop off and get it at another supermarket. I didn't fancy getting it locally because it means crossing the road which I find a hassle. While I was on the bus I had the idea to get off and buy it at a particular supermarket. I chose a particular checkout. Even though there were only two customers ahead, both had a lot of stuff. I noticed another checkout had customers with fewer stuff but something told me to stay put.
While I was waiting, I noticed the woman in front of me had on a purple top; purple is my favourite colour. I told her how much I liked her top. She asked me if it looked good on her and I said it suited her complexion. She said my short hair suits my slim frame. I thanked her. Then she said that since I only had one item, I should go ahead of her. I thanked her and was out in no time.
As soon as I got to the bus stop, a bus arrived. When I got off that bus, my next bus followed. Two stops down a man got on. Two days before I'd asked a passenger I usually travel with about a particular bus driver who lives in our neighbourhood. I said I hadn't seen him for quite a while and was wondering where he was. The man who had got on was the bus driver. At the last stop I nudged him and told him I'd been wondering where he was and now he's answered my question. He said if I ever wonder about him, I should send him blessings. As we walked home together, he told me he was going home for his hour break and would be returning to work. He told me what shifts he usually works. Then I said goodbye and wished him well.
I thought it was so wonderful how Infinite Love had organised everything perfectly so I went to the right supermarket, left at the right moment, connected with the right buses so I could link up with the friend I hadn't seen in ages.
I trust in the organising principle of Love.
Enocia
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It's Good to Be Home
Imagine you're in a career or profession where although you're progressing, you're itching to try something different, maybe go travelling, anything but be in the same environment. That urge comes from deep within and makes you restless. That feeling of restlessness grows and grows and may even manifest as dissatisfaction in your work and irritation with your colleagues. You stop looking forward to work and start phoning in sick. Next thing you know, you're called into Human Resources and told that you're going to be made redundant. Once you've got over the initial shock, you realise that the redundancy was a blessing in disguise. Now you can focus on exploring other facets of who you are until the next time you feel restless again.
When I first started sharing my experiences on the Web I was focused on Truth, Truth and more Truth. I asked many questions and I received my answers. Ever so often I would feel restless which let me know that it was time to express other aspects of Infinite Self. I would then create a blog accordingly. And yet I still continued to ponder and ask questions. There came a point when I came to the realisation that I could go on and on asking questions forever. It was time to rest.
Right now I am focused on the Wonder of life. It's so easy and simple, all I have to do is know myself as Love and let the magic happen. This, for me, is home. I'm reminded of part of the lyrics from a song by Anita Baker, which is one of my absolute favourites:
Somebody understands me
Somebody gave his heart to me
I stumbled my whole life long
Always on my own, now I'm home
My weary mind is rested
And I feel as if my home is in your arms
Fears are all gone, I like the sound of your song
And I think I want to sing it forever Giving You the Best That I Got, Anita Baker
Thank you, Anita Baker, for your gift of love. I love you.
No more restlessness for me. I'm happy to simply rest in Love.
It's good to be home.
Enocia
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When I first started sharing my experiences on the Web I was focused on Truth, Truth and more Truth. I asked many questions and I received my answers. Ever so often I would feel restless which let me know that it was time to express other aspects of Infinite Self. I would then create a blog accordingly. And yet I still continued to ponder and ask questions. There came a point when I came to the realisation that I could go on and on asking questions forever. It was time to rest.
Right now I am focused on the Wonder of life. It's so easy and simple, all I have to do is know myself as Love and let the magic happen. This, for me, is home. I'm reminded of part of the lyrics from a song by Anita Baker, which is one of my absolute favourites:
Somebody understands me
Somebody gave his heart to me
I stumbled my whole life long
Always on my own, now I'm home
My weary mind is rested
And I feel as if my home is in your arms
Fears are all gone, I like the sound of your song
And I think I want to sing it forever Giving You the Best That I Got, Anita Baker
Thank you, Anita Baker, for your gift of love. I love you.
No more restlessness for me. I'm happy to simply rest in Love.
It's good to be home.
Enocia
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Friday, 18 July 2008
Milking It For All It's Worth - Part 2
I was saying to my mother last night how I noticed people on a particular bus looked so miserable. I said if only people realised the power each of them has to experience their joy. One way to achieve this is to simply recall a happy memory, a song even, and milk that memory for all it's worth and your countenance will even change. The moment you're resonating at Joy, your experiences match your joy and miracles happen.
Mum said people tend to be preoccupied with their problems rather than remembering happy memories.
Earlier, I had been chatting to a guy at the library about children's programmes we used to watch in the 80s. Although he's a lot younger than I am (he's 31) he could still remember. We only had a five minute conversation but I could see how quickly he'd transformed as he recalled those memories.
Later my mother recalled one happy childhood memory. As she was telling me the story, she was beaming with such joy and she was looking so radiant.
One talent I have is bringing out the joy in people. Just give me a minute or two and I promise you, you'll not only be happy you'll look years younger. And another thing, that happiness will transform your outlook on life which will lead to the equivalent life experience. You will then need to keep it up otherwise you'll be back in the mire.
We all have the power of infinite joy within us which can create untold wonder and magic. All it takes is one happy memory to lift yourself up from the doldrums.
Joy to all.
Enocia
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Mum said people tend to be preoccupied with their problems rather than remembering happy memories.
Earlier, I had been chatting to a guy at the library about children's programmes we used to watch in the 80s. Although he's a lot younger than I am (he's 31) he could still remember. We only had a five minute conversation but I could see how quickly he'd transformed as he recalled those memories.
Later my mother recalled one happy childhood memory. As she was telling me the story, she was beaming with such joy and she was looking so radiant.
One talent I have is bringing out the joy in people. Just give me a minute or two and I promise you, you'll not only be happy you'll look years younger. And another thing, that happiness will transform your outlook on life which will lead to the equivalent life experience. You will then need to keep it up otherwise you'll be back in the mire.
We all have the power of infinite joy within us which can create untold wonder and magic. All it takes is one happy memory to lift yourself up from the doldrums.
Joy to all.
Enocia
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This is My Day!
Someone asked me how come I am always happy and I experience life as full of wonder.
Well, it's all about being in the right frequency. To experience a life filled with wonder, I need to always be in the frequency of Love as I believe Love is the Magician that magnetises magic and wonder.
When I wake up each morning, I remind myself of my identity as Love. Then I say to myself: "This is my day. Everything's going my way." In other words, this day is Love which means all my experiences are Love including my body, my mother, my family and friends, my neighbourhood, my bus journeys, the drivers, the motorists, the roads, people I meet along the way, all the wonderful ideas I receive, London, the weather, etc. I expect all my experiences to resonate with the Love that I am.
Incidentally, as I was waiting to cross at the traffic light this morning, the cars stopped for me to cross over even though the traffic signal was still on Green. It's not surprising because in truth there are no cars or traffic light, there is only Love.
Other ways to be in the frequency of Love is to do what you love, think about what you love, and focus only on what you love.
I am Love.
This is Love's Day.
Everything's going Love's way.
Enocia
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Well, it's all about being in the right frequency. To experience a life filled with wonder, I need to always be in the frequency of Love as I believe Love is the Magician that magnetises magic and wonder.
When I wake up each morning, I remind myself of my identity as Love. Then I say to myself: "This is my day. Everything's going my way." In other words, this day is Love which means all my experiences are Love including my body, my mother, my family and friends, my neighbourhood, my bus journeys, the drivers, the motorists, the roads, people I meet along the way, all the wonderful ideas I receive, London, the weather, etc. I expect all my experiences to resonate with the Love that I am.
Incidentally, as I was waiting to cross at the traffic light this morning, the cars stopped for me to cross over even though the traffic signal was still on Green. It's not surprising because in truth there are no cars or traffic light, there is only Love.
Other ways to be in the frequency of Love is to do what you love, think about what you love, and focus only on what you love.
I am Love.
This is Love's Day.
Everything's going Love's way.
Enocia
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Thursday, 17 July 2008
Milking It For All It's Worth
I was sharing with a friend recently how music is my saviour. I said that many years ago when I was travelling by campervan with my boyfriend in Australia, we went through a phase when we weren't getting on. After having another row, we stopped speaking to each other. I spent those long hours humming Michael Jackson's songs to myself. Those songs not only kept me company, they kept me sane during those hard times.
My mother and I constantly have those "remember when" moments and we'll remind each other about a funny experience and we'll milk the memory for all it's worth and have a good chuckle.
My blogs record memories of all the wisdom, love, joy, inspiration, and wonder that I am. If I can't milk out a memory for all it's worth, it's not worth recalling that memory.
There's no need to ever feel down in the dumps when I have my wonderful memories to keep me company.
Enocia
Related articles: Milking It For All It's Worth - Part 2; Life Review; Inspiration - Revisited; The Saviour; Cigarette Smoke, the Scholar and Sharing the Magic; Long Live the King!; Walking Joy
My mother and I constantly have those "remember when" moments and we'll remind each other about a funny experience and we'll milk the memory for all it's worth and have a good chuckle.
My blogs record memories of all the wisdom, love, joy, inspiration, and wonder that I am. If I can't milk out a memory for all it's worth, it's not worth recalling that memory.
There's no need to ever feel down in the dumps when I have my wonderful memories to keep me company.
Enocia
Related articles: Milking It For All It's Worth - Part 2; Life Review; Inspiration - Revisited; The Saviour; Cigarette Smoke, the Scholar and Sharing the Magic; Long Live the King!; Walking Joy
Life Review
I've heard that when people pass over, they go through a life review which helps them see what they've done in their lives or what they were preoccupied with. They are their own judge and jury.
There's no need to die to experience a life review. I'm going through a life review right now.
I'm currently reviewing all my articles and putting them into relevant categories. Each time I go through an article I get to see what I was preoccupied with. Was I living my truth? Was I being true to myself? Was I loving the way I know how to love? I am reminded of the chart of the I AM Presence from the teachings of The Summit Lighthouse:
"The Divine Monad consists of the I AM Presence surrounded by the spheres (color rings) of light which comprise the causal body. This is the body of First Cause that contains within it man's "treasure laid up in heaven"-words and works, thoughts and feelings of virtue, attainment, and light-pure energies of love that have risen from the plane of action in time and space as the result of man's judicious exercise of free will and his harmonious qualification of the stream of life that issues forth from the heart of the Presence and descends to the level of the Christ Self, thence to invigorate and enliven the embodied soul." The Mighty I Am Presence
Thus, each category represents an attribute of Self (colour ring) I am expressing. Categories with the most articles signify which attributes of Spirit I am expressing the most.
The wonderful thing about having a life review is I get to feel all the joy and love I shared in those articles. I get to experience the magic all over again.
It's a really good feeling to know how much I love and I am loved.
All my love and gratitude to all the players.
Enocia
Related articles: Inspiration - Revisited; Recurring Theme; Where the Heart Is; The Tried and Tested Approach; Being Here Now
There's no need to die to experience a life review. I'm going through a life review right now.
I'm currently reviewing all my articles and putting them into relevant categories. Each time I go through an article I get to see what I was preoccupied with. Was I living my truth? Was I being true to myself? Was I loving the way I know how to love? I am reminded of the chart of the I AM Presence from the teachings of The Summit Lighthouse:
"The Divine Monad consists of the I AM Presence surrounded by the spheres (color rings) of light which comprise the causal body. This is the body of First Cause that contains within it man's "treasure laid up in heaven"-words and works, thoughts and feelings of virtue, attainment, and light-pure energies of love that have risen from the plane of action in time and space as the result of man's judicious exercise of free will and his harmonious qualification of the stream of life that issues forth from the heart of the Presence and descends to the level of the Christ Self, thence to invigorate and enliven the embodied soul." The Mighty I Am Presence
Thus, each category represents an attribute of Self (colour ring) I am expressing. Categories with the most articles signify which attributes of Spirit I am expressing the most.
The wonderful thing about having a life review is I get to feel all the joy and love I shared in those articles. I get to experience the magic all over again.
It's a really good feeling to know how much I love and I am loved.
All my love and gratitude to all the players.
Enocia
Related articles: Inspiration - Revisited; Recurring Theme; Where the Heart Is; The Tried and Tested Approach; Being Here Now
History Repeating Itself
A while back my mother and I watched a historical documentary about the period after Mount Vesuvius erupted; the actual eruption took place on 24 August AD 79. The reason why I know this is not because I'm that keen on history, God forbid, but because 24 August is my birthday.
In that documentary, the historian/presenter discussed the class structure at the time. He said at the bottom of the pile were the slaves. The next level up were the gladiators, prostitutes, pimps and actors. When we heard that "actors" were on the same level as the pimps, my mother and I were literally falling off our chairs laughing. I can't recall now what the other levels were because I was too busy laughing my head off to pay any attention.
Given how actors are considered to be celebrities that people aspire to, it was quite hilarious hearing they were so low down the echelon of society during that period. When I pointed this out to my friend who is an actor, he said there is a definite hierarchy in the acting profession. There are the A-listers, the B-listers, C-listers and the "nobodies" at the bottom frantically trying to make a living.
Last night I watched Celebrity MasterChef where celebrities are put through their paces in order to become the Celebrity Master Chef. In last night's programme, the four semi-finalists had to cook for 500 builders with huge appetites. We're talking donkey-work here, no offence to donkeys. Watching those celebrities slave over a hot stove felt to me like history repeating itself where the actors were a rung above the slaves. I was exhausted watching those celebrities trying to prove themselves.
That's the world of celebrity for you. I guess when you are famous and want to remain famous, you'll do all you can to claw your way back from the C-List to the next rung above or even higher. I believe these celebrities are never going to be A-listers because those on the A-Lists will never go on these kinds of shows anyway. I can't imagine actors such as Michael Caine, Anthony Hopkins, or Judy Dench ever going on MasterChef or Celebrity Big Brother.
Still it makes for very entertaining television.
I can't wait to see who the semi-finalists are cooking for next.
Enocia
Related articles: What is the Ego?; Love Dissolves Grudges; The Personal versus the Universal Approach
In that documentary, the historian/presenter discussed the class structure at the time. He said at the bottom of the pile were the slaves. The next level up were the gladiators, prostitutes, pimps and actors. When we heard that "actors" were on the same level as the pimps, my mother and I were literally falling off our chairs laughing. I can't recall now what the other levels were because I was too busy laughing my head off to pay any attention.
Given how actors are considered to be celebrities that people aspire to, it was quite hilarious hearing they were so low down the echelon of society during that period. When I pointed this out to my friend who is an actor, he said there is a definite hierarchy in the acting profession. There are the A-listers, the B-listers, C-listers and the "nobodies" at the bottom frantically trying to make a living.
Last night I watched Celebrity MasterChef where celebrities are put through their paces in order to become the Celebrity Master Chef. In last night's programme, the four semi-finalists had to cook for 500 builders with huge appetites. We're talking donkey-work here, no offence to donkeys. Watching those celebrities slave over a hot stove felt to me like history repeating itself where the actors were a rung above the slaves. I was exhausted watching those celebrities trying to prove themselves.
That's the world of celebrity for you. I guess when you are famous and want to remain famous, you'll do all you can to claw your way back from the C-List to the next rung above or even higher. I believe these celebrities are never going to be A-listers because those on the A-Lists will never go on these kinds of shows anyway. I can't imagine actors such as Michael Caine, Anthony Hopkins, or Judy Dench ever going on MasterChef or Celebrity Big Brother.
Still it makes for very entertaining television.
I can't wait to see who the semi-finalists are cooking for next.
Enocia
Related articles: What is the Ego?; Love Dissolves Grudges; The Personal versus the Universal Approach
Wednesday, 16 July 2008
Inspiration - Revisited
While I writing at the library a woman sitting on the computer beside me asked me if I was writing a book. She said she's noticed how focused I am in my writing. She said she finally twigged that I must be working on a book.
My friend said she also has ideas for a book. She's collected lots of articles and material and it's a matter of sitting down and writing it. She told me how much my dedication inspires her.
I told my friend I believed in her and wished her every success with her book.
Enocia
Related articles: Recurring Theme; Inspiration
My friend said she also has ideas for a book. She's collected lots of articles and material and it's a matter of sitting down and writing it. She told me how much my dedication inspires her.
I told my friend I believed in her and wished her every success with her book.
Enocia
Related articles: Recurring Theme; Inspiration
How to Beat the System
As my mother was getting ready this morning I asked her where she was off to. She said she had a dental appointment. She recently received a notice from her dentist asking her to go for a check-up. Even though she didn't want to, she felt she had to.
When mum went to the dentist six months ago, she discovered her name had been removed from her dentist's list because she hadn't been in a few years. The dentist told her that because of government legislation, they have to remove names of patients who haven't attended for a while. Mum asked for her name to be put back on the list. She said she had to see the dentist as she didn't want her name removed. She realises that she has to pay for the consultation anyway whether the dentist does any work on her or not. Even though she gets part of the money back from her health insurance, she feels cheated and there's nothing she can do about it.
The System is rather like a casino owner or bookmakers that always wins in the long run. You can't beat the System.
I believe the only way to beat the System is to plug out of the System.
When you realise your identity is Spirit, you are no longer dependent on dentists or doctors to maintain your health. You know you are Spirit and Spirit is health.
Enocia
Related articles: Of Course I am My Body!; A Woman's Right to Plug Out of the System
When mum went to the dentist six months ago, she discovered her name had been removed from her dentist's list because she hadn't been in a few years. The dentist told her that because of government legislation, they have to remove names of patients who haven't attended for a while. Mum asked for her name to be put back on the list. She said she had to see the dentist as she didn't want her name removed. She realises that she has to pay for the consultation anyway whether the dentist does any work on her or not. Even though she gets part of the money back from her health insurance, she feels cheated and there's nothing she can do about it.
The System is rather like a casino owner or bookmakers that always wins in the long run. You can't beat the System.
I believe the only way to beat the System is to plug out of the System.
When you realise your identity is Spirit, you are no longer dependent on dentists or doctors to maintain your health. You know you are Spirit and Spirit is health.
Enocia
Related articles: Of Course I am My Body!; A Woman's Right to Plug Out of the System
Of Course I am My Body!
I have had different realisations of Self.
I have realised that I am flesh and body human with different identities such as female, black, heterosexual, British, daughter, sister, friend, lover, writer, joker, with beliefs, likes and dislikes, thoughts and emotions, etc.
I have realised I am pure consciousness and Light.
I have realised I am the Dreamer of dreams.
I have realised I am the All There Is.
I have realised I am the ONE in all.
I have realised I am Causeless.
The bottom line is I am Spirit/Infinite Love.
I believe the whole point of life is to live as Spirit here and now. Therefore, instead of identifying myself as Spirit having a physical experience, I have to know that I am Spirit and only Spirit no matter where I find myself. This means right now I am solid Spirit or Spirit woman in human form with my likes, dislikes and beliefs.
As I see it, the spiritual path is simply a process of spiritualising all my experiences i.e. reminding myself constantly that I am Spirit and I live in a spiritual universe now and always.
So yes, I am my body. If you stroke my arm, it is actually me that you are stroking because that arm is I as Spirit in form. If you scratch my arm and it hurts, it is actually I, Spirit in form, that you're hurting. Having said that, my arm only hurts because I have forgotten who I am as Spirit; all I have to do is remember that my arm is Spirit and the pain is gone.
I believe living as Spirit in form is rather like the doctor in the sci-fi series, "Star Trek Voyager" who appears very much solid and can even treat his patients, and yet he's a hologram that is made of light. He can change his appearance by programming how he wants to appear.
I am my body and proud of it.
Enocia
Related articles: Dreaming the Weather; Second Nature; Reliving the Joy - Part 2; On Airbrushing; That Tickles!; I'm Just a Love Machine; Knock Knee; Not a Person; There is Only One; Trusting in Love - Part 2; Me, Mine, My, Myself and I are One; The Causeless Cause;; Some Thoughts on Meditation - Haha; The Game of Life; Accident or Omnipresence at Work?
I have realised that I am flesh and body human with different identities such as female, black, heterosexual, British, daughter, sister, friend, lover, writer, joker, with beliefs, likes and dislikes, thoughts and emotions, etc.
I have realised I am pure consciousness and Light.
I have realised I am the Dreamer of dreams.
I have realised I am the All There Is.
I have realised I am the ONE in all.
I have realised I am Causeless.
The bottom line is I am Spirit/Infinite Love.
I believe the whole point of life is to live as Spirit here and now. Therefore, instead of identifying myself as Spirit having a physical experience, I have to know that I am Spirit and only Spirit no matter where I find myself. This means right now I am solid Spirit or Spirit woman in human form with my likes, dislikes and beliefs.
As I see it, the spiritual path is simply a process of spiritualising all my experiences i.e. reminding myself constantly that I am Spirit and I live in a spiritual universe now and always.
So yes, I am my body. If you stroke my arm, it is actually me that you are stroking because that arm is I as Spirit in form. If you scratch my arm and it hurts, it is actually I, Spirit in form, that you're hurting. Having said that, my arm only hurts because I have forgotten who I am as Spirit; all I have to do is remember that my arm is Spirit and the pain is gone.
I believe living as Spirit in form is rather like the doctor in the sci-fi series, "Star Trek Voyager" who appears very much solid and can even treat his patients, and yet he's a hologram that is made of light. He can change his appearance by programming how he wants to appear.
I am my body and proud of it.
Enocia
Related articles: Dreaming the Weather; Second Nature; Reliving the Joy - Part 2; On Airbrushing; That Tickles!; I'm Just a Love Machine; Knock Knee; Not a Person; There is Only One; Trusting in Love - Part 2; Me, Mine, My, Myself and I are One; The Causeless Cause;; Some Thoughts on Meditation - Haha; The Game of Life; Accident or Omnipresence at Work?
Tuesday, 15 July 2008
Recurring Theme
I've decided to organise ALL my articles into categories, which will make it easier for me when I come to publish them in book formats.
What I find very interesting about this project is it reveals what I've been preoccupied with over the last four years; or rather, what messages I've been getting from my True Self who has been expressing herself in the experiences I've had been sharing in my writings. The recurring theme is "be true to myself." This means doing what I love, loving myself, believe in myself and knowing that I already have all the answers within me, and follow no one but my True Self.
So I have been preoccupied with the same theme for ages. Is it possible that my purpose is to be true to mySelf and inspire others to be true to their True Self?
Nah! :-D
Oh well, back to work.
Enocia
Related articles: Where the Heart Is; On Being a Maverick; My Recurring Theme Tune
What I find very interesting about this project is it reveals what I've been preoccupied with over the last four years; or rather, what messages I've been getting from my True Self who has been expressing herself in the experiences I've had been sharing in my writings. The recurring theme is "be true to myself." This means doing what I love, loving myself, believe in myself and knowing that I already have all the answers within me, and follow no one but my True Self.
So I have been preoccupied with the same theme for ages. Is it possible that my purpose is to be true to mySelf and inspire others to be true to their True Self?
Nah! :-D
Oh well, back to work.
Enocia
Related articles: Where the Heart Is; On Being a Maverick; My Recurring Theme Tune
Where the Heart Is - Part 2
While I was at the bookshop they were playing an album by some French artist. The music made me think of my brief affair with the French language which was inspired by my mother's love for French. Apparently she did very well in French when she was at school. She also loved literature.
When my cousins, who were a few years older, were studying French I would listen to them practise their grammar. I couldn't wait to apply what I'd learned from them at secondary school. When I started studying French, I was very enthusiastic. Because I found it quite easy I excelled at it and was always top of my class when it came to French. In fact, it was the only subject I was really good at in secondary school. Every year I received a prize for French. After GCE O'Levels I thought about studying French at Advanced level. I even started it at college but what put me off was reading French literature. Although I love reading, I didn't like studying literature at O'level but had to because it was compulsory. There was no way I was going to choose to study French literature. It was time to drop it.
As I listened to the French woman singing about God knows what, I felt nothing. I realised all the love and enthusiasm I once had for French had only been at a superficial level; it was a fever I'd caught from my mother's and cousins' enthusiasm for French. Now that my immune system is no longer compromised, the fever has left me and taken away with it the dreams I once had about living in France. That fever has never returned.
Now my love for Britain is a different affair. I've always loved Britain. Even after we'd moved from London to live in Sierra Leone I never stopped dreaming of returning to my beloved Britain. Although I did go through a phase when I didn't like living in London, I renewed my love and now I love it. While I do love Britain, it doesn't mean I love Britain because of its history. I've never liked history nor do I care about who the Kings and Queens were. My love for Britain goes far beyond historical data. It's the unconditional love a mother has for her child who can do no wrong. It's a love that has no beginning or end. It's a love that resonates with who I am being. It's a love that I cannot explain, it simply is.
Great Britain is great.
The United Kingdom is my kingdom on earth.
I love you just because I do.
Enocia
Related articles: Where the Heart Is; Ecstacy
When my cousins, who were a few years older, were studying French I would listen to them practise their grammar. I couldn't wait to apply what I'd learned from them at secondary school. When I started studying French, I was very enthusiastic. Because I found it quite easy I excelled at it and was always top of my class when it came to French. In fact, it was the only subject I was really good at in secondary school. Every year I received a prize for French. After GCE O'Levels I thought about studying French at Advanced level. I even started it at college but what put me off was reading French literature. Although I love reading, I didn't like studying literature at O'level but had to because it was compulsory. There was no way I was going to choose to study French literature. It was time to drop it.
As I listened to the French woman singing about God knows what, I felt nothing. I realised all the love and enthusiasm I once had for French had only been at a superficial level; it was a fever I'd caught from my mother's and cousins' enthusiasm for French. Now that my immune system is no longer compromised, the fever has left me and taken away with it the dreams I once had about living in France. That fever has never returned.
Now my love for Britain is a different affair. I've always loved Britain. Even after we'd moved from London to live in Sierra Leone I never stopped dreaming of returning to my beloved Britain. Although I did go through a phase when I didn't like living in London, I renewed my love and now I love it. While I do love Britain, it doesn't mean I love Britain because of its history. I've never liked history nor do I care about who the Kings and Queens were. My love for Britain goes far beyond historical data. It's the unconditional love a mother has for her child who can do no wrong. It's a love that has no beginning or end. It's a love that resonates with who I am being. It's a love that I cannot explain, it simply is.
Great Britain is great.
The United Kingdom is my kingdom on earth.
I love you just because I do.
Enocia
Related articles: Where the Heart Is; Ecstacy
Monday, 14 July 2008
A Gem
I've been going through old posts and I found this gem which made me chuckle.
Enocia
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Saturday, April 09, 2005
Different Approaches to Problems
Optimist: "A problem shared is a problem halved."
Pessimist: "A problem shared gives me a headache."
A student on the path: "Thank you for sharing your problem. I can learn from your problem."
Metaphysicist: "Problem, what problem? It's all in your imagination."
One who is awake: Hehehe, hahaha, hehehe!
Hehehe!
Have a lovely day,
Enocia
Enocia
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Saturday, April 09, 2005
Different Approaches to Problems
Optimist: "A problem shared is a problem halved."
Pessimist: "A problem shared gives me a headache."
A student on the path: "Thank you for sharing your problem. I can learn from your problem."
Metaphysicist: "Problem, what problem? It's all in your imagination."
One who is awake: Hehehe, hahaha, hehehe!
Hehehe!
Have a lovely day,
Enocia
Absence or Presence?
In any one moment I am either focused on Absence or Presence.
Let's say I'm waiting for a bus to arrive. When my attention is focused on Absence, I am very much aware that the bus is not there. Absence creates space between me and that which I'm waiting for. The space between myself and the object is the time it takes for the bus to arrive. I then start feeling impatient that the bus is taking ages, etc.
When my attention is focused on Presence, I am not focused on the bus' absence but on what is already present. Sometimes I focus on other buses. Other times I people-watch or even have conversation with other passengers. Sometimes I fantasise about stuff, remember things I love, or ponder about ideas. I even imagine myself already at my destination. Then I'm no longer feeling any passage of time or space between me and the bus. When my bus arrives it seems to happen in no time at all, which is true as there is no time in Presence.
Speaking of which, while I was waiting at a bus stop the other evening, I checked the digital bulletin to see which bus was coming first. It said the first one wasn't due until 8 minutes. Then I heard a little boy, about three years old, calling the bus. He kept saying "Bus! Bus! Bus!" My attention was then distracted from the waiting/absence of the bus to the boy. We couldn't help but giggle. The boy didn't stop calling until the first bus arrived. According to the bulletin we still had another 3 minutes of waiting time for the first bus to arrive. However, the first bus that arrived was another route which wasn't listed on the bulletin. It would seem that the boy had focused on the presence of a bus. By calling on a bus to arrive, the little boy had called forth a bus in no time.
I have a friend I don't see that often, maybe once every few months or even longer. Because I feel my friend's presence around me i.e. I see things that remind me of him, I don't get a sense of being separated from him at all. So when we do meet up in person, it's as if I only saw him yesterday. In other words, no time has passed at all because we were never apart anyway.
Instead of focusing on what I believe I don't have which creates frustration and a sense of separation, I prefer to focus on Presence i.e. how much I love. Then what I've been dreaming about experiencing unfolds perfectly in no time.
Loving the Presence.
Enocia
Related articles: Where the Heart Is; Nothing Can Separate Me from Love; Nothing Really Changes; Symbols, Thoughts or Feelings; Being Present; There is No Space
Let's say I'm waiting for a bus to arrive. When my attention is focused on Absence, I am very much aware that the bus is not there. Absence creates space between me and that which I'm waiting for. The space between myself and the object is the time it takes for the bus to arrive. I then start feeling impatient that the bus is taking ages, etc.
When my attention is focused on Presence, I am not focused on the bus' absence but on what is already present. Sometimes I focus on other buses. Other times I people-watch or even have conversation with other passengers. Sometimes I fantasise about stuff, remember things I love, or ponder about ideas. I even imagine myself already at my destination. Then I'm no longer feeling any passage of time or space between me and the bus. When my bus arrives it seems to happen in no time at all, which is true as there is no time in Presence.
Speaking of which, while I was waiting at a bus stop the other evening, I checked the digital bulletin to see which bus was coming first. It said the first one wasn't due until 8 minutes. Then I heard a little boy, about three years old, calling the bus. He kept saying "Bus! Bus! Bus!" My attention was then distracted from the waiting/absence of the bus to the boy. We couldn't help but giggle. The boy didn't stop calling until the first bus arrived. According to the bulletin we still had another 3 minutes of waiting time for the first bus to arrive. However, the first bus that arrived was another route which wasn't listed on the bulletin. It would seem that the boy had focused on the presence of a bus. By calling on a bus to arrive, the little boy had called forth a bus in no time.
I have a friend I don't see that often, maybe once every few months or even longer. Because I feel my friend's presence around me i.e. I see things that remind me of him, I don't get a sense of being separated from him at all. So when we do meet up in person, it's as if I only saw him yesterday. In other words, no time has passed at all because we were never apart anyway.
Instead of focusing on what I believe I don't have which creates frustration and a sense of separation, I prefer to focus on Presence i.e. how much I love. Then what I've been dreaming about experiencing unfolds perfectly in no time.
Loving the Presence.
Enocia
Related articles: Where the Heart Is; Nothing Can Separate Me from Love; Nothing Really Changes; Symbols, Thoughts or Feelings; Being Present; There is No Space
Where the Heart Is
I believe everything has a heart. It is the heart that gives a thing life and meaning. When something has lost its heart, it's as good as dead.
When I'm focused on doing something I love, or I am attracted to something, that thing has a heart that is alive with love and life. The moment I stop giving it my love, then that thing ceases to have life/meaning for me. Put another way, when I am loving whatever I am loving, my heart is in it. I know when my heart is no longer in something when I don't enjoy it or it feels like hard work. That's when I know it's time to move on.
I remember being in a relationship when both our hearts weren't in it. Yet we kept it going on even though neither of us were enjoying one another. In other words, we were flogging a dead horse. It was only a matter of time when that which was already "dead" as an idea was made manifest in form and we split up. After a few months, my boyfriend wanted us to get back together but I didn't because my heart was no longer in that relationship. I guess I wasn't prepared to give it the love that it deserves.
I see Trafalgar Square as the heart of London because there's always something going on there, which gives it life. Two days ago as I walked past I noticed dancers performing in the Square. Apparently, they were creating a Guinness world record for the amount of dancers performing together at one time. It was quite entertaining. I love how different people from many nationalities come together to enjoy an event at the Square. Even when there is nothing going on in the Square, it still attracts lots of tourists and visitors. I get a sense of an eternal presence of love in that Square that embraces all.
I feel London is the heart of the United Kingdom. It symbolises what it means to be British: tradition on the one hand, and diversity on the other. When the terrorists hit London a few years ago they were trying to destroy the heart of the nation and replace it with fear, but they didn't and can never succeed. The heart will always be alive in London because I will always love London, whether I'm living there or not.
Whatever I love doing, that is where my heart is.
Enocia
Related articles: Where the Heart Is - Part 2; Following the Rainbow; The Saviour; The Loves of My Life; Love is Life; My Heart Goes Out to You; The Smoke; No Fear in Love
When I'm focused on doing something I love, or I am attracted to something, that thing has a heart that is alive with love and life. The moment I stop giving it my love, then that thing ceases to have life/meaning for me. Put another way, when I am loving whatever I am loving, my heart is in it. I know when my heart is no longer in something when I don't enjoy it or it feels like hard work. That's when I know it's time to move on.
I remember being in a relationship when both our hearts weren't in it. Yet we kept it going on even though neither of us were enjoying one another. In other words, we were flogging a dead horse. It was only a matter of time when that which was already "dead" as an idea was made manifest in form and we split up. After a few months, my boyfriend wanted us to get back together but I didn't because my heart was no longer in that relationship. I guess I wasn't prepared to give it the love that it deserves.
I see Trafalgar Square as the heart of London because there's always something going on there, which gives it life. Two days ago as I walked past I noticed dancers performing in the Square. Apparently, they were creating a Guinness world record for the amount of dancers performing together at one time. It was quite entertaining. I love how different people from many nationalities come together to enjoy an event at the Square. Even when there is nothing going on in the Square, it still attracts lots of tourists and visitors. I get a sense of an eternal presence of love in that Square that embraces all.
I feel London is the heart of the United Kingdom. It symbolises what it means to be British: tradition on the one hand, and diversity on the other. When the terrorists hit London a few years ago they were trying to destroy the heart of the nation and replace it with fear, but they didn't and can never succeed. The heart will always be alive in London because I will always love London, whether I'm living there or not.
Whatever I love doing, that is where my heart is.
Enocia
Related articles: Where the Heart Is - Part 2; Following the Rainbow; The Saviour; The Loves of My Life; Love is Life; My Heart Goes Out to You; The Smoke; No Fear in Love
On Being a Maverick
One of my favourite films of all time is Top Gun. It has everything I love: gorgeous guys, excellent one-liners, and fighter planes. I happen to love planes. That's why Heathrow is one of my favourite parts of London because of the airport. Last year, a friend introduced me to the RAF Museum, which has authentic fighter planes that had been used in both wars. Being so close up to those planes was so exhilarating!
When I noticed "Top Gun" was on last night, I just had to watch it again.
Top Gun is about fighter pilots, Pete Mitchell aka Maverick and his wingman, Goose and the lifestyle of fighter pilots. At first glance, Maverick appears rather arrogant, which is only because he's not only very good at what he does, but he has his own way of doing things, which don't usually meet up with the text book approach. Hence his nickname, Maverick. After Maverick had demonstrated another unorthodox manoeuvre, his boss gives him a dressing down as follows: "Your ego is writing cheques your body can't cash!" I just love that line!
When the number 1 pilot at their station decides that lifestyle is no longer for him, Maverick and Goose, who were number 2, are given the once in a lifetime opportunity to train at Top Gun, the flying school for advanced fighter pilots. There they get to compete with the best of the best. At Top Gun, Maverick tries to psyche out the other fighter pilots. He realises his main rival is Ice, who is renowned for his smooth and perfect flying. While on paper Ice is the best, it is Maverick's original, albeit risky, manoeuvres, that the instructors secretly admire.
Maverick ends up falling for one of the instructors at the school. Things are going well until one day there's a technical fault on Maverick's plane and he and Goose have to eject. Unfortunately, Goose doesn't survive. Maverick is devastated to lose his best friend and loses his confidence. He even considers quitting. He has to come to terms with his loss.
Soon Maverick and his colleagues are called upon to fight in a real battle. Maverick uses both his technical skills and pure genius to assist Ice and other pilots and the Americans win that battle. Maverick comes home a hero. When Maverick is asked what job he would like, he chooses to be an instructor at Top Gun.
From the very first time I watched Top Gun I've preferred Maverick to Ice. For me, Maverick speaks of the genius within that expresses one's true self. Mavericks are never going to be the top of their class because society doesn't appreciate Mavericks as they challenge the status quo. In the end, it's usually Mavericks who transform society anyway with their original ideas. Mavericks also inspire others to express their Maverick within.
I am Maverick.
Enocia
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When I noticed "Top Gun" was on last night, I just had to watch it again.
Top Gun is about fighter pilots, Pete Mitchell aka Maverick and his wingman, Goose and the lifestyle of fighter pilots. At first glance, Maverick appears rather arrogant, which is only because he's not only very good at what he does, but he has his own way of doing things, which don't usually meet up with the text book approach. Hence his nickname, Maverick. After Maverick had demonstrated another unorthodox manoeuvre, his boss gives him a dressing down as follows: "Your ego is writing cheques your body can't cash!" I just love that line!
When the number 1 pilot at their station decides that lifestyle is no longer for him, Maverick and Goose, who were number 2, are given the once in a lifetime opportunity to train at Top Gun, the flying school for advanced fighter pilots. There they get to compete with the best of the best. At Top Gun, Maverick tries to psyche out the other fighter pilots. He realises his main rival is Ice, who is renowned for his smooth and perfect flying. While on paper Ice is the best, it is Maverick's original, albeit risky, manoeuvres, that the instructors secretly admire.
Maverick ends up falling for one of the instructors at the school. Things are going well until one day there's a technical fault on Maverick's plane and he and Goose have to eject. Unfortunately, Goose doesn't survive. Maverick is devastated to lose his best friend and loses his confidence. He even considers quitting. He has to come to terms with his loss.
Soon Maverick and his colleagues are called upon to fight in a real battle. Maverick uses both his technical skills and pure genius to assist Ice and other pilots and the Americans win that battle. Maverick comes home a hero. When Maverick is asked what job he would like, he chooses to be an instructor at Top Gun.
From the very first time I watched Top Gun I've preferred Maverick to Ice. For me, Maverick speaks of the genius within that expresses one's true self. Mavericks are never going to be the top of their class because society doesn't appreciate Mavericks as they challenge the status quo. In the end, it's usually Mavericks who transform society anyway with their original ideas. Mavericks also inspire others to express their Maverick within.
I am Maverick.
Enocia
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Supermarket Sweep
My mother asked me to do some shopping at the supermarket on the way home. When I arrived at the supermarket I noted it wasn't crowded. At least I can relax and shop at my leisure. Then I heard a supermarket staff remnding customers that it was now 9.45 pm and that the store would be closing in 15 minutes.
Fifteen minutes? Damn! I didn't realise it was that late! I need to get my skates on.
I felt like I was a contestant on the TV gameshow, Dale's Supermarket Sweep, where contestants are given a set amount of time to look for various items and the one with the most amount of money wins. Fortunately, I only had four items on my shopping list. I raced round the aisles to look for them.
The one that was tricky was a particular brand of Tonic Water that my mother uses to mix her fruit concentrate, which I haven't bought at this supermarket before. I searched around where bottles of water were and couldn't find it. I asked a shop assistant and he showed me a pack of 4 standing on a trolley. I told him I only wanted one. I asked him if he knew where the single ones were kept and he said he didn't. I decided to get a bottle of lemonade instead which mum could use to mix her drinks.
Then I raced to the checkout. I queued behind this man who had lots of stuff. It was then I noticed that he had the exact same brand of Tonic Water I had been looking for. I asked him where he got it from and he pointed the way. I raced to the aisle, found the Tonic Water and put back the lemonade. Phew!
As I was walking out of the supermarket, I heard an announcement that customers had 5 more minutes until the shop closed for the evening. Not bad at all. Do I win the star prize or what?
It's amazing how much one can achieve when you don't have time to mess about.
"Next time you're at the checkout and you hear the beep - think of the fun you could be having on Supermarket Sweep!"
Enocia
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Fifteen minutes? Damn! I didn't realise it was that late! I need to get my skates on.
I felt like I was a contestant on the TV gameshow, Dale's Supermarket Sweep, where contestants are given a set amount of time to look for various items and the one with the most amount of money wins. Fortunately, I only had four items on my shopping list. I raced round the aisles to look for them.
The one that was tricky was a particular brand of Tonic Water that my mother uses to mix her fruit concentrate, which I haven't bought at this supermarket before. I searched around where bottles of water were and couldn't find it. I asked a shop assistant and he showed me a pack of 4 standing on a trolley. I told him I only wanted one. I asked him if he knew where the single ones were kept and he said he didn't. I decided to get a bottle of lemonade instead which mum could use to mix her drinks.
Then I raced to the checkout. I queued behind this man who had lots of stuff. It was then I noticed that he had the exact same brand of Tonic Water I had been looking for. I asked him where he got it from and he pointed the way. I raced to the aisle, found the Tonic Water and put back the lemonade. Phew!
As I was walking out of the supermarket, I heard an announcement that customers had 5 more minutes until the shop closed for the evening. Not bad at all. Do I win the star prize or what?
It's amazing how much one can achieve when you don't have time to mess about.
"Next time you're at the checkout and you hear the beep - think of the fun you could be having on Supermarket Sweep!"
Enocia
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You are Such a Sheep!
I've just read this wonderful story in today's Metro newspaper about a man and his pet sheep. Call me baa-rmy but I love it. Nick the sheep even loves eating rose bushes, my favourite flowers. For the photos click into the title link.
Enocia
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Sheep is unusual new house pet
Sunday, July 13, 2008
A cheeky ram is certainly not the black sheep of the family after he made himself at home in his rescuer's house.
The 22-stone sheep, which goes by the name Nick Boing, was rescued by David Palmer as a new-born lamb three years ago.
But despite Mr Palmer trying to reintroduce Nick to farm-life, the sheep preferred his home comforts in the Rhiwbina area of Cardiff, watching TV and trips in the car.
Mr Palmer, 53, said Nick had even slept in his bed when he was a lamb but was too big for that now.
He said Nick had not long been born when he discovered him bleating in the grass on a trip with his partner Caroline and 13-year-old son Nathan to Goldcliff Nature Reserve, in Newport, south Wales.
"There were no other sheep about so we picked him up," he said.
"I didn't know anything about sheep so I took him to the nearest farm and left my name, but nobody contacted me and he came with us.
"Caroline had a baby bottle left from when Nathan was little so we fed him some milk and within an hour he was running around."
Mr Palmer said he had tried leaving Nick with farmers on two occasions, but the animal had refused to go near other sheep and would not settle.
Nick has become a hit with the neighbours in the village and Mr Palmer said the sheep knows which gardens he is allowed into.
He said he had build Nick his own little bungalow in the back garden, complete with carpet and windows, but the sheep still likes to spend time in the living room.
"He's more intelligent than your average sheep that's stuck in a field.
He's in the house and in the car and meeting people over the park and around the village.
"He's part of the family. He comes in every evening, head-butts the cushions off the settee and watches TV.
"If the biscuit barrel is out he'll butt it on the floor because he knows the lid will come off.
"Come 11pm he'll have a swede or an apple and then he's out for the night.
"It probably smells in here, but I'm used to it.
"He's a browser not a grazer and likes to eat hedges and flowers.
"If he sees a rose bush he'll eat the whole thing right down to the ground."
Mr Palmer said: "It takes me five hours to shear him with a scissors but I only have to do that once a year.
"He loves being shampooed and will lie on his back with his legs in the air for me to wash him."
He said Nick also enjoys lying in the front doorway watching the world go by and that he is the mascot for his son's rugby team.
Mr Palmer also takes him to visit local schools.
"Who would have thought it? Going up and down the street with a lamb is one thing, I didn't think I could do it with a sheep but there you are.
"He's such good company and he knows what's what, he's not stupid at all."
Enocia
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Sheep is unusual new house pet
Sunday, July 13, 2008
A cheeky ram is certainly not the black sheep of the family after he made himself at home in his rescuer's house.
The 22-stone sheep, which goes by the name Nick Boing, was rescued by David Palmer as a new-born lamb three years ago.
But despite Mr Palmer trying to reintroduce Nick to farm-life, the sheep preferred his home comforts in the Rhiwbina area of Cardiff, watching TV and trips in the car.
Mr Palmer, 53, said Nick had even slept in his bed when he was a lamb but was too big for that now.
He said Nick had not long been born when he discovered him bleating in the grass on a trip with his partner Caroline and 13-year-old son Nathan to Goldcliff Nature Reserve, in Newport, south Wales.
"There were no other sheep about so we picked him up," he said.
"I didn't know anything about sheep so I took him to the nearest farm and left my name, but nobody contacted me and he came with us.
"Caroline had a baby bottle left from when Nathan was little so we fed him some milk and within an hour he was running around."
Mr Palmer said he had tried leaving Nick with farmers on two occasions, but the animal had refused to go near other sheep and would not settle.
Nick has become a hit with the neighbours in the village and Mr Palmer said the sheep knows which gardens he is allowed into.
He said he had build Nick his own little bungalow in the back garden, complete with carpet and windows, but the sheep still likes to spend time in the living room.
"He's more intelligent than your average sheep that's stuck in a field.
He's in the house and in the car and meeting people over the park and around the village.
"He's part of the family. He comes in every evening, head-butts the cushions off the settee and watches TV.
"If the biscuit barrel is out he'll butt it on the floor because he knows the lid will come off.
"Come 11pm he'll have a swede or an apple and then he's out for the night.
"It probably smells in here, but I'm used to it.
"He's a browser not a grazer and likes to eat hedges and flowers.
"If he sees a rose bush he'll eat the whole thing right down to the ground."
Mr Palmer said: "It takes me five hours to shear him with a scissors but I only have to do that once a year.
"He loves being shampooed and will lie on his back with his legs in the air for me to wash him."
He said Nick also enjoys lying in the front doorway watching the world go by and that he is the mascot for his son's rugby team.
Mr Palmer also takes him to visit local schools.
"Who would have thought it? Going up and down the street with a lamb is one thing, I didn't think I could do it with a sheep but there you are.
"He's such good company and he knows what's what, he's not stupid at all."
Saturday, 12 July 2008
The Tried and Tested Approach
While I was lying down I had a cramp on one foot. I remembered the last time I'd had the experience when I'd called out in thought to a "friend" to assist. I felt myself reliving the experience. I heard the friend tell me to relax. Again, I heard the same voice saying "I love you." The cramp was soon dissolved.
Sometimes, instead of coming out with new ways of approaching something, it's best to stick to the old tried and tested approach.
Once again, thank you friend.
Love always.
Enocia
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Sometimes, instead of coming out with new ways of approaching something, it's best to stick to the old tried and tested approach.
Once again, thank you friend.
Love always.
Enocia
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At Last, Free Travel!
On the bus when I placed my Oyster card (ticket) on the machine the driver told me the machine wasn't working. He said the main Oyster System that controls all the machines on buses, trains and tubes was down. He said this means passengers can travel on all transports for free today.
Well, since my Oyster bus pass is for the week, it really doesn't matter whether the machines are working or not as I've already paid for it. The same applies for people who have monthly Oysters and season tickets. The only passengers who are going to benefit from today's free travel are pay-as-you-go Oyster users. No doubt they will deduct the money lost from today and add it to next year's prices when the tickets go up.
Free travel? Do me a favour!
Still I won't give up on that dream though.
I have a dream of free travel like my hero, Mary Poppins, who travels on her broomstick. Hmmm, not sure if I want to travel by a broomstick. Anyway, Mary Poppins can travel to any reality she chooses, even those in paintings, in the blink of an eye.
I have a dream where life is experienced rather like the people do in the land of Oz from the movie, The Wizard of Oz:
In the Merry Old Land of Oz!
We get up at twelve
And start to work at one
Take an hour for lunch
And then at two we're done
Jolly good fun! Merry Old Land of Oz, lyrics
That's my kind of day.
I am holding fast to my dreams. I will never give up on my dreams.
In the meantime, happy travelling, everyone!
Enocia
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Well, since my Oyster bus pass is for the week, it really doesn't matter whether the machines are working or not as I've already paid for it. The same applies for people who have monthly Oysters and season tickets. The only passengers who are going to benefit from today's free travel are pay-as-you-go Oyster users. No doubt they will deduct the money lost from today and add it to next year's prices when the tickets go up.
Free travel? Do me a favour!
Still I won't give up on that dream though.
I have a dream of free travel like my hero, Mary Poppins, who travels on her broomstick. Hmmm, not sure if I want to travel by a broomstick. Anyway, Mary Poppins can travel to any reality she chooses, even those in paintings, in the blink of an eye.
I have a dream where life is experienced rather like the people do in the land of Oz from the movie, The Wizard of Oz:
In the Merry Old Land of Oz!
We get up at twelve
And start to work at one
Take an hour for lunch
And then at two we're done
Jolly good fun! Merry Old Land of Oz, lyrics
That's my kind of day.
I am holding fast to my dreams. I will never give up on my dreams.
In the meantime, happy travelling, everyone!
Enocia
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Dreaming the Weather
I believe the weather is a dream that is usually dreamed up by the minority of dreamers called Meteorologists. They put out their dream forecasts in the media. When people agree with the predictions, they collectively dream up the conditions. Just because the weather conditions appear one way doesn't mean I have to accept it, particularly when it doesn't fit in with my dreams.
I was inspired to walk from the city, which usually takes about 2 hours. I noticed clouds hovering signifying rain somewhere. I decided to walk anyway. After I had been walking for about an hour, it started drizzling then there was a heavy downpour.
Now, there are times when I find rain a lot of fun. It's lovely travelling on the bus when it's raining. I get to spot all these colourful umbrellas. I also love it when rainbows appear sometimes after a downpour. There are also times when I don't appreciate rain. On this occasion, I wanted to enjoy my walk in dry weather. It was time to make my intentions clear to the Universe. I reminded myself of the truth of reality, as I see it.
All experiences are dreams.
I am the Lucid Dreamer.
This is my dream.
I am now dreaming myself taking a walk in dry weather.
Even though I was carrying an umbrella, I waited at a bus shelter for my dream to become a reality. The rain stopped and the sun came out. I noticed in the area where I was, the clouds had parted to reveal the lovely blue sky; while everywhere else had dark clouds.
After I had been dream walking for a while, it started drizzling. Again, I put out my dreaming intention that I am walking in dry weather and it stopped. Just as I was getting closer to home, it started drizzling again. I realised I should have been clearer in my dream intention that "I am walking in dry weather all the way home." Never mind, at least I was nearly home.
Hang on. What if other people were enjoying the rain and wanted dry weather. Isn't it possible our dreams are going to clash? I believe that because the Universe has no limits we can all experience whatever weather conditions we prefer, it's a matter of believing this is possible. I'm reminded of an experience I once read in a book called "As I See It" by John Hargreaves, which is written from a Christian Science perspective.
During passengers were on a ferry crossing the channel to France, the waters got choppy which made some of the passengers sea-sick. There were two Christian Scientists on board the ferry so they decided to apply treatment to the condition. A Christian Science treatment is realising the truth, as taught by Christian Science, that there is no material universe but all is spiritual. Man is, therefore, Spirit and has never been mortal. In this case, the Christian Science practitioners realised the truth of that situation of harmony's presence. Soon the conditions improved and the waters were calm. Passengers who were feeling sea-sick felt better and started enjoying the journey. One passenger, who wasn't a Scientist, pointed to a Scientist that while their part of the channel was calm, the rest of the waters on the channel was still choppy. This demonstrates that the Universe was meeting everyone's needs according to their beliefs. Those who expected to experience calm seas had it which they shared with others on the ferry. Those who didn't believe it was possible to travel in calm seas experienced choppy waters.
Why didn't the Christian Scientists manifest calm seas for everyone?
I believe because the Universe didn't want to infringe on other people's right to dream. Let's look at the bigger picture. If God created the universe to be in perfect order, why can't God just say the word, a decree or something, and everywhere is instantly transformed into beauty and order and there are no more wars, poverty, sickness and death. Because that doesn't seem to be how the Universe operates. Each of us has to realise this perfection for ourselves, which has already been freely given, and be willing to receive/experience that reality. Now if I'm dreaming I need to do something to experience perfection, I'm not going to be open to receive it.
Some people might argue that weather conditions are not things that can be changed. We simply need to accept what Mother nature is about even if sometimes Mother Nature can be pretty destructive. Well, I beg to differ. I don't believe it is the nature of Mother Nature to cause mayhem, which is simply reflecting people's inner state. One way to be in harmony with nature is to realise my identity as the Dreamer. Here's another way to look at it from one of my favourite books:
"Our eagerness for worldly activity kills in us the sense of spiritual awe. We cannot comprehend the Great Life behind all names and forms, just because science brings home to us how we can use the powers of nature; this familiarity has bred a contempt for her ultimate secrets. Our relation with nature is one of practical business. We tease her, so to speak, to know how she can be used to serve our purposes; we make use of her energies, whose Source yet remains unknown. In science our relation with nature is one that exists between a man and his servant, or in a philosophical sense she is like a captive in the witness box. We cross-examine her, challenge her, and minutely weigh her evidence in human scales which cannot measure her hidden values. On the other hand, when the self is in communion with a higher power, nature automatically obeys, without stress or strain, the will of man. This effortless command over nature is called 'miraculous' by the uncomprehending materialist." Autobiography of a Yogi
I believe that "self [which] is in communion with a higher power" is the Lucid Dreamer.
I also believe I'm here to enjoy wondrous dreams which include perfect dream weather.
Rain, rain, go away, come again when I'm in the mood to jump in your puddles.
Enocia
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I was inspired to walk from the city, which usually takes about 2 hours. I noticed clouds hovering signifying rain somewhere. I decided to walk anyway. After I had been walking for about an hour, it started drizzling then there was a heavy downpour.
Now, there are times when I find rain a lot of fun. It's lovely travelling on the bus when it's raining. I get to spot all these colourful umbrellas. I also love it when rainbows appear sometimes after a downpour. There are also times when I don't appreciate rain. On this occasion, I wanted to enjoy my walk in dry weather. It was time to make my intentions clear to the Universe. I reminded myself of the truth of reality, as I see it.
All experiences are dreams.
I am the Lucid Dreamer.
This is my dream.
I am now dreaming myself taking a walk in dry weather.
Even though I was carrying an umbrella, I waited at a bus shelter for my dream to become a reality. The rain stopped and the sun came out. I noticed in the area where I was, the clouds had parted to reveal the lovely blue sky; while everywhere else had dark clouds.
After I had been dream walking for a while, it started drizzling. Again, I put out my dreaming intention that I am walking in dry weather and it stopped. Just as I was getting closer to home, it started drizzling again. I realised I should have been clearer in my dream intention that "I am walking in dry weather all the way home." Never mind, at least I was nearly home.
Hang on. What if other people were enjoying the rain and wanted dry weather. Isn't it possible our dreams are going to clash? I believe that because the Universe has no limits we can all experience whatever weather conditions we prefer, it's a matter of believing this is possible. I'm reminded of an experience I once read in a book called "As I See It" by John Hargreaves, which is written from a Christian Science perspective.
During passengers were on a ferry crossing the channel to France, the waters got choppy which made some of the passengers sea-sick. There were two Christian Scientists on board the ferry so they decided to apply treatment to the condition. A Christian Science treatment is realising the truth, as taught by Christian Science, that there is no material universe but all is spiritual. Man is, therefore, Spirit and has never been mortal. In this case, the Christian Science practitioners realised the truth of that situation of harmony's presence. Soon the conditions improved and the waters were calm. Passengers who were feeling sea-sick felt better and started enjoying the journey. One passenger, who wasn't a Scientist, pointed to a Scientist that while their part of the channel was calm, the rest of the waters on the channel was still choppy. This demonstrates that the Universe was meeting everyone's needs according to their beliefs. Those who expected to experience calm seas had it which they shared with others on the ferry. Those who didn't believe it was possible to travel in calm seas experienced choppy waters.
Why didn't the Christian Scientists manifest calm seas for everyone?
I believe because the Universe didn't want to infringe on other people's right to dream. Let's look at the bigger picture. If God created the universe to be in perfect order, why can't God just say the word, a decree or something, and everywhere is instantly transformed into beauty and order and there are no more wars, poverty, sickness and death. Because that doesn't seem to be how the Universe operates. Each of us has to realise this perfection for ourselves, which has already been freely given, and be willing to receive/experience that reality. Now if I'm dreaming I need to do something to experience perfection, I'm not going to be open to receive it.
Some people might argue that weather conditions are not things that can be changed. We simply need to accept what Mother nature is about even if sometimes Mother Nature can be pretty destructive. Well, I beg to differ. I don't believe it is the nature of Mother Nature to cause mayhem, which is simply reflecting people's inner state. One way to be in harmony with nature is to realise my identity as the Dreamer. Here's another way to look at it from one of my favourite books:
"Our eagerness for worldly activity kills in us the sense of spiritual awe. We cannot comprehend the Great Life behind all names and forms, just because science brings home to us how we can use the powers of nature; this familiarity has bred a contempt for her ultimate secrets. Our relation with nature is one of practical business. We tease her, so to speak, to know how she can be used to serve our purposes; we make use of her energies, whose Source yet remains unknown. In science our relation with nature is one that exists between a man and his servant, or in a philosophical sense she is like a captive in the witness box. We cross-examine her, challenge her, and minutely weigh her evidence in human scales which cannot measure her hidden values. On the other hand, when the self is in communion with a higher power, nature automatically obeys, without stress or strain, the will of man. This effortless command over nature is called 'miraculous' by the uncomprehending materialist." Autobiography of a Yogi
I believe that "self [which] is in communion with a higher power" is the Lucid Dreamer.
I also believe I'm here to enjoy wondrous dreams which include perfect dream weather.
Rain, rain, go away, come again when I'm in the mood to jump in your puddles.
Enocia
Related articles: A Dream is A Dream is a Dream - Revisited; No Such Thing as Competition; Use it or Lose It; Rain, Rain, Go Away!; Faith is Seeing Beyond the Fog; Universal Dreamers; Dominion
Friday, 11 July 2008
A Woman's Right to Plug Out of the System
On the bus I saw a friend who lives in the neighbourhood. She introduced me to her daughter and said she was taking her to the doctors first before taking her to school. I asked if her daughter was ill. She said they were going to have some inoculations for their impending trip to Nigeria.
After we parted company, I thought about what it means to be inoculated. Before my trip to Bangkok seven years ago, I got myself inoculated to protect myself. At that time I was well and truly in the System and believed in taking the necessary precautions when travelling to certain parts of the world.
Because I was so plugged into the System, the thought never occurred to me that I didn't have to be inoculated if I didn't think it was necessary. In fact, if someone had suggested that to me, I would have found their suggestion ludicrous. That's the System for you, it makes one blinkered to other ways of being. When I returned from my trip that year, I went through an emotional break down or breakthrough. That was when I started going through a process of systematically plugging out of the System. It was then I realised how deep the System goes into programming everyone to depend on it.
Two nights ago, I watched a documentary called "Extraordinary People - Outlaw Births" which followed three women who intended to give birth without any medical intervention. Two of them had had previous experience with the System and were so unhappy with the way they'd been treated they decided to go it alone. Most of their friends and loved ones thought these women crazy for not trusting in medicine and suggested that they at least have a midwife present but the women refused. Naturally, the medical experts interviewed were very adamant that women who take this option are taking a great risk and would not recommend this. One woman was even threatened by someone at a hospital that she would be prosecuted if she gave birth without medical intervention. If there weren't websites and forums where women of like-minds could share experiences, these women would have felt completely alone. One woman, based in America, even met up with like-minded women in person and she was able to share her anxiety about giving birth without medical intervention.
It was wonderful to witness these women giving birth. One woman spoke to her baby throughout the birthing process and encouraged the baby to come out when it was ready. When the baby came out, it was so peaceful and quiet. The woman said she didn't find the process painful because she wasn't resisting but allowing it to happen. My mother, who was watching the documentary with me, said that if that baby had been born in a hospital he would have been slapped to make him cry.
The other two women who had had given birth before in hospitals had misgivings but they still insisted on giving birth with just loved ones close by. Both babies came out perfectly. It was interesting to see that as both of these women experienced pain during their short labour, the babies came out yelling. It just shows how the mother's experience can affect the baby's state of mind.
I'm not surprised really that the medical experts and the women's relatives were appalled by the idea of the women going it alone. Like I said earlier, when you are living in the System, you can't imagine another reality.
I've heard it said that all of us are "born in sin." I believe this statement to be true for most people. What do I mean by this? I believe it is Infinite Intelligence/Spirit that makes fertilisation take place between the sperm and the egg. I believe it is same Intelligence that quickens the cells until they multiply and become a perfect, albeit, tiny baby. At this level we are all pure and innocent. However, instead of trusting in the process and allowing Intelligence to do its work, a lot of mothers-to-be find it necessary to influence the gestation process. They study books about giving birth, what kinds of food to eat, what to wear, what to do, etc, etc,. My mother tells me a lot of these books are filled with horror stories. I'm presuming she read quite a few of them when she was pregnant with me and my two brothers.
There's also the mother's family, cultural, religious, political, philosophical, spiritual and whatever beliefs which end up moulding the foetus. By the time the baby is ready to be born, s/he is already plugged into the System good and proper. It's only natural that the baby then enjoys whatever food it's given because it's used to it anyway. To be "born in sin" is when you're already plugged into the System.
To avoid having a baby that is "born in sin", I believe an expectant mother has to have already plugged out of the System. Such a mother simply trusts in the Intelligence to unfold the process without influencing it in any way. I've never heard of a pregnant bitch reading a textbook about what it means to give birth to puppies. Then again, I could be wrong; there are many intelligent bitches out there.
After I had finished watching the documentary with my mother I said to her that one reason why I didn't want to have children was because I didn't want any part of the System. Even if I were to go through child birth the natural way, where I simply trust in the Intelligence/Spirit, the System would still demand that I have my baby inoculated; or the System would insist that I take my child to school; etc. Why would I want to raise my child in a System I've plugged out of?
I say f*ck the System. I have a right to plug out of that System.
I would rather trust in Infinite Love, which is my true identity.
Enocia
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After we parted company, I thought about what it means to be inoculated. Before my trip to Bangkok seven years ago, I got myself inoculated to protect myself. At that time I was well and truly in the System and believed in taking the necessary precautions when travelling to certain parts of the world.
Because I was so plugged into the System, the thought never occurred to me that I didn't have to be inoculated if I didn't think it was necessary. In fact, if someone had suggested that to me, I would have found their suggestion ludicrous. That's the System for you, it makes one blinkered to other ways of being. When I returned from my trip that year, I went through an emotional break down or breakthrough. That was when I started going through a process of systematically plugging out of the System. It was then I realised how deep the System goes into programming everyone to depend on it.
Two nights ago, I watched a documentary called "Extraordinary People - Outlaw Births" which followed three women who intended to give birth without any medical intervention. Two of them had had previous experience with the System and were so unhappy with the way they'd been treated they decided to go it alone. Most of their friends and loved ones thought these women crazy for not trusting in medicine and suggested that they at least have a midwife present but the women refused. Naturally, the medical experts interviewed were very adamant that women who take this option are taking a great risk and would not recommend this. One woman was even threatened by someone at a hospital that she would be prosecuted if she gave birth without medical intervention. If there weren't websites and forums where women of like-minds could share experiences, these women would have felt completely alone. One woman, based in America, even met up with like-minded women in person and she was able to share her anxiety about giving birth without medical intervention.
It was wonderful to witness these women giving birth. One woman spoke to her baby throughout the birthing process and encouraged the baby to come out when it was ready. When the baby came out, it was so peaceful and quiet. The woman said she didn't find the process painful because she wasn't resisting but allowing it to happen. My mother, who was watching the documentary with me, said that if that baby had been born in a hospital he would have been slapped to make him cry.
The other two women who had had given birth before in hospitals had misgivings but they still insisted on giving birth with just loved ones close by. Both babies came out perfectly. It was interesting to see that as both of these women experienced pain during their short labour, the babies came out yelling. It just shows how the mother's experience can affect the baby's state of mind.
I'm not surprised really that the medical experts and the women's relatives were appalled by the idea of the women going it alone. Like I said earlier, when you are living in the System, you can't imagine another reality.
I've heard it said that all of us are "born in sin." I believe this statement to be true for most people. What do I mean by this? I believe it is Infinite Intelligence/Spirit that makes fertilisation take place between the sperm and the egg. I believe it is same Intelligence that quickens the cells until they multiply and become a perfect, albeit, tiny baby. At this level we are all pure and innocent. However, instead of trusting in the process and allowing Intelligence to do its work, a lot of mothers-to-be find it necessary to influence the gestation process. They study books about giving birth, what kinds of food to eat, what to wear, what to do, etc, etc,. My mother tells me a lot of these books are filled with horror stories. I'm presuming she read quite a few of them when she was pregnant with me and my two brothers.
There's also the mother's family, cultural, religious, political, philosophical, spiritual and whatever beliefs which end up moulding the foetus. By the time the baby is ready to be born, s/he is already plugged into the System good and proper. It's only natural that the baby then enjoys whatever food it's given because it's used to it anyway. To be "born in sin" is when you're already plugged into the System.
To avoid having a baby that is "born in sin", I believe an expectant mother has to have already plugged out of the System. Such a mother simply trusts in the Intelligence to unfold the process without influencing it in any way. I've never heard of a pregnant bitch reading a textbook about what it means to give birth to puppies. Then again, I could be wrong; there are many intelligent bitches out there.
After I had finished watching the documentary with my mother I said to her that one reason why I didn't want to have children was because I didn't want any part of the System. Even if I were to go through child birth the natural way, where I simply trust in the Intelligence/Spirit, the System would still demand that I have my baby inoculated; or the System would insist that I take my child to school; etc. Why would I want to raise my child in a System I've plugged out of?
I say f*ck the System. I have a right to plug out of that System.
I would rather trust in Infinite Love, which is my true identity.
Enocia
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Thursday, 10 July 2008
The Power of Focus
Before the Wimbledon tennis finals, I read about how Rafael Nadal wasn't bothered about winning matches but getting the Wimbledon title. In other words, his eyes were focused on the Wimbledon prize
When Nadal met Roger Federer the World no. 1 and last year's champion, although it was a tough match, Nadal won it. I also had a feeling Nadal was going to win when the commentator said that the last time a Spaniard had won was 1966, which is my birth date. My heart sank for Federer who I love and wanted to win.
That's the power of focus. Keep your attention focused on what you intend to experience and the Universe will take care of the details.
Enocia
ps: I note Federer's birthday is 8 August i.e. 8.8. I have a thing about 8 and 88. That must be why I like him so much.
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When Nadal met Roger Federer the World no. 1 and last year's champion, although it was a tough match, Nadal won it. I also had a feeling Nadal was going to win when the commentator said that the last time a Spaniard had won was 1966, which is my birth date. My heart sank for Federer who I love and wanted to win.
That's the power of focus. Keep your attention focused on what you intend to experience and the Universe will take care of the details.
Enocia
ps: I note Federer's birthday is 8 August i.e. 8.8. I have a thing about 8 and 88. That must be why I like him so much.
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Universal Translator
On yet another bus journey I heard a Japanese man and woman chatting behind me. Though I couldn't understand what they were saying, I could understand their laughter. I thought to myself how laughter sounds similar in any language. Their laughter was so infectious I was also smiling.
When I go behind all the human beliefs and drama, what's left is infinite smiles and laughter.
Laughter is my universal translator that enables me to understand everyone any time and anywhere.
Enocia
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When I go behind all the human beliefs and drama, what's left is infinite smiles and laughter.
Laughter is my universal translator that enables me to understand everyone any time and anywhere.
Enocia
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The Benefit of Hindsight
As I was waiting at the bus stop, two buses arrived back-to-back. Although they travel using different routes, they both go to my destination. I decided to catch the one at the back but the driver still had the doors closed. I banged on the door but he ignored me. What's his problem? Maybe, I should just catch the one in front. By the time I made up my mind it was too late and the one in front had moved away. Then the bus behind pulled up, opened the doors and let passengers in and out.
The journey was quite smooth until two miles down when the bus was caught in a traffic jam. No cars were moving in either direction. I had a feeling it was because of some incident. After a while I saw an ambulance driving by.
It was then it occurred to me that the Universe had given me advance warning about my journey ahead but I had ignored the signs i.e. being given the option to travel via a different route with clear roads; and the bus driver who had kept his doors closed and ignored me. It was so simple. What good is the benefit of hindsight if I don't put it into use? Aaargh!
Oh well, when one door closes, it's time to look for another door that's open. I decided to get off and walk to the end of the road. On my way, I noticed some police officers attending someone lying on the pavement. At the end of that road I caught another bus home without incident.
With the benefit of hindsight, hindsight can be rather annoying.
Enocia
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The journey was quite smooth until two miles down when the bus was caught in a traffic jam. No cars were moving in either direction. I had a feeling it was because of some incident. After a while I saw an ambulance driving by.
It was then it occurred to me that the Universe had given me advance warning about my journey ahead but I had ignored the signs i.e. being given the option to travel via a different route with clear roads; and the bus driver who had kept his doors closed and ignored me. It was so simple. What good is the benefit of hindsight if I don't put it into use? Aaargh!
Oh well, when one door closes, it's time to look for another door that's open. I decided to get off and walk to the end of the road. On my way, I noticed some police officers attending someone lying on the pavement. At the end of that road I caught another bus home without incident.
With the benefit of hindsight, hindsight can be rather annoying.
Enocia
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How Ridiculous!
While we were waiting for the bus that was already at the bus stop, another passenger commented that our driver was asleep at the back of the bus. As it was nearly time for the bus to leave she banged on the window, which startled the driver. He said he wasn't asleep and told the woman she shouldn't have done that. Then the driver got out of the bus to speak to another driver who had just arrived on another bus.
We were told that the reason why some drivers won't let passengers sit in the bus while the driver is waiting for time is because a passenger sued the company recently. Apparently a driver allowed a passenger to sit inside. On her way to sit down, she tripped over and fell and sued the bus company for her injury.
"Wasn't the bus stationary?" I said
"It was," the first driver said, "but it didn't stop the woman from blaming the driver."
"That's the most ridiculous story I've ever heard," I said.
"They tend to treat us drivers like robots and we get blamed for everything," the second driver said. "If someone jumps in front of a bus and the driver hits him, the driver is to blame, even if it's the pedestrian's fault."
"No way!"
"It's true," the first driver said. "We can't win. If a driver hits someone, he's to blame. If he brakes suddenly to avoid hitting someone and his passengers are sent flying and injure themselves, the driver is to blame."
"That's terrible!"
As it was now time to leave, the bus driver let us on board. I said to the other passenger. "Make sure you don't trip over as we wouldn't want you suing the driver."
I waved goodbye to the other driver.
To all bus drivers in London: thank you for all that you do. I really appreciate each and every one of you.
Enocia
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We were told that the reason why some drivers won't let passengers sit in the bus while the driver is waiting for time is because a passenger sued the company recently. Apparently a driver allowed a passenger to sit inside. On her way to sit down, she tripped over and fell and sued the bus company for her injury.
"Wasn't the bus stationary?" I said
"It was," the first driver said, "but it didn't stop the woman from blaming the driver."
"That's the most ridiculous story I've ever heard," I said.
"They tend to treat us drivers like robots and we get blamed for everything," the second driver said. "If someone jumps in front of a bus and the driver hits him, the driver is to blame, even if it's the pedestrian's fault."
"No way!"
"It's true," the first driver said. "We can't win. If a driver hits someone, he's to blame. If he brakes suddenly to avoid hitting someone and his passengers are sent flying and injure themselves, the driver is to blame."
"That's terrible!"
As it was now time to leave, the bus driver let us on board. I said to the other passenger. "Make sure you don't trip over as we wouldn't want you suing the driver."
I waved goodbye to the other driver.
To all bus drivers in London: thank you for all that you do. I really appreciate each and every one of you.
Enocia
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Wednesday, 9 July 2008
You Beauty!
I find to experience a life of beauty all I have to do is know myself as Beauty and the world is transformed accordingly.
After I had been thinking of what Beauty means to me, I noticed something quite new. While I was waiting at the bus stop in an area of London called Angel, there were baskets of flowers lining the top of the barrier in the middle of the road. I have no idea what these flowers were called. All I know is they were a combination of lilac and purple (my favourite colour) and very beautiful. I was in such complete awe I wanted to share what I was feeling. I noticed a woman beside me carrying some daffodils. I pointed out the flowers on the barrier: "Aren't those flowers beautiful?" She smiled and said they were.
On the bus, I stood near the window where I could enjoy the rest of the flowers as the bus drove by. I felt like I was being fed beauty and love and I was so grateful. I checked to see if other passengers were admiring the beauty of the flowers but they seemed to be lost in their own thoughts.
During my bus journey this morning I stayed on the Beauty theme. I noticed lots of beautiful flowers outside people's houses; I noticed women with beautiful handbags and outfits; I noticed colourful umbrellas, I even spotted a rainbow umbrella (I happen to love rainbows). I didn't even mind that it was raining as all the raindrops looked beautiful.
I am Beauty.
Life is beautiful.
Enocia
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After I had been thinking of what Beauty means to me, I noticed something quite new. While I was waiting at the bus stop in an area of London called Angel, there were baskets of flowers lining the top of the barrier in the middle of the road. I have no idea what these flowers were called. All I know is they were a combination of lilac and purple (my favourite colour) and very beautiful. I was in such complete awe I wanted to share what I was feeling. I noticed a woman beside me carrying some daffodils. I pointed out the flowers on the barrier: "Aren't those flowers beautiful?" She smiled and said they were.
On the bus, I stood near the window where I could enjoy the rest of the flowers as the bus drove by. I felt like I was being fed beauty and love and I was so grateful. I checked to see if other passengers were admiring the beauty of the flowers but they seemed to be lost in their own thoughts.
During my bus journey this morning I stayed on the Beauty theme. I noticed lots of beautiful flowers outside people's houses; I noticed women with beautiful handbags and outfits; I noticed colourful umbrellas, I even spotted a rainbow umbrella (I happen to love rainbows). I didn't even mind that it was raining as all the raindrops looked beautiful.
I am Beauty.
Life is beautiful.
Enocia
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Being the Change I Want to See
"Be the change you want to see in the world." Mahatma Gandhi
On the bus I noticed a band of school kids and their teachers waiting at the next stop. Oh no, please don't let them get on this bus! My prayer wasn't answered on this occasion. Half of them got on board and they came upstairs, where I was sitting, and occupied all the empty seats. They were quite a rowdy bunch. A girl next to me was chatting nineteen to the dozen with another girl in the seat across. Instead of expecting the kids to meet my expectation of a quiet bus, I decided to spread my angelic wings.
What are my angelic wings?
My angelic wings are my aura which I can expand and contract at will. I expanded my wings of love-light to fill the bus. Now that the bus resonated with my love frequency, the kids no longer bothered me. I even asked the girl beside me where they were headed and she said the London Aquarium. No wonder they were so excited. Just before I got off at my stop I wished the girl a lovely time.
As I was walking down the banks of the river Thames, I came across various joggers. I noticed one jogger, with his eyes down, was fast approaching. Just as we were about to collide, I moved aside and let him pass. He didn't even look up.
I could have blamed the jogger for not paying attention to where he was going and nearly running me over. Why get the jogger to change when I can move out of harm's way?
I like an easy life, me. Instead of getting people to change, I find it a lot easier to be the change I want to experience.
Enocia
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On the bus I noticed a band of school kids and their teachers waiting at the next stop. Oh no, please don't let them get on this bus! My prayer wasn't answered on this occasion. Half of them got on board and they came upstairs, where I was sitting, and occupied all the empty seats. They were quite a rowdy bunch. A girl next to me was chatting nineteen to the dozen with another girl in the seat across. Instead of expecting the kids to meet my expectation of a quiet bus, I decided to spread my angelic wings.
What are my angelic wings?
My angelic wings are my aura which I can expand and contract at will. I expanded my wings of love-light to fill the bus. Now that the bus resonated with my love frequency, the kids no longer bothered me. I even asked the girl beside me where they were headed and she said the London Aquarium. No wonder they were so excited. Just before I got off at my stop I wished the girl a lovely time.
As I was walking down the banks of the river Thames, I came across various joggers. I noticed one jogger, with his eyes down, was fast approaching. Just as we were about to collide, I moved aside and let him pass. He didn't even look up.
I could have blamed the jogger for not paying attention to where he was going and nearly running me over. Why get the jogger to change when I can move out of harm's way?
I like an easy life, me. Instead of getting people to change, I find it a lot easier to be the change I want to experience.
Enocia
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Tuesday, 8 July 2008
Second Nature
As I was waiting for my bus I noticed two young women with push chairs entering the bus in front. After a few minutes they stepped out of it. One of them walked away. I asked the other woman why they hadn't caught the bus.
"Because she has to get pièces," she said.
"Sorry?"
"I mean money."
"Ah, I see," I said. "Are you French?"
"Yes. And you?"
"I'm a Londoner."
"I learned English at university," she said.
"I learned French at school. Je parle un peu Francais," I smiled.
When the next bus arrived I said au revoir to her.
On the way home I thought of my French friend. Even though she can speak English and can be understood, she's still thinking in French. That's why she used the French phrase for coins instead of English. If she makes the UK her home, she'll soon get used to the English terms.
Reminds me of an experience I had the other day. After my mother had finished looking in a trunk of old clothes, she tried to shut it but it wouldn't close. I offered to help her. She told me to be careful and not get my fingers caught. When I slammed the case, one finger got caught. For a moment I felt pain but then I instantly reversed it by reminding myself that I am Light. When I checked the finger there was no evidence that I had injured it.
My point is I was able to reverse the experience quickly because the way of Spirit is becoming second nature to me.
I am Spirit.
I am Light.
Enocia
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"Because she has to get pièces," she said.
"Sorry?"
"I mean money."
"Ah, I see," I said. "Are you French?"
"Yes. And you?"
"I'm a Londoner."
"I learned English at university," she said.
"I learned French at school. Je parle un peu Francais," I smiled.
When the next bus arrived I said au revoir to her.
On the way home I thought of my French friend. Even though she can speak English and can be understood, she's still thinking in French. That's why she used the French phrase for coins instead of English. If she makes the UK her home, she'll soon get used to the English terms.
Reminds me of an experience I had the other day. After my mother had finished looking in a trunk of old clothes, she tried to shut it but it wouldn't close. I offered to help her. She told me to be careful and not get my fingers caught. When I slammed the case, one finger got caught. For a moment I felt pain but then I instantly reversed it by reminding myself that I am Light. When I checked the finger there was no evidence that I had injured it.
My point is I was able to reverse the experience quickly because the way of Spirit is becoming second nature to me.
I am Spirit.
I am Light.
Enocia
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On Airbrushing
Last night I watched a documentary presented by the British singer Alesha Dixon called "Look but Don't Touch." Alesha was addressing airbrushing, a technique that magazine editors use to retouch photographs to remove flaws, and even change the body shape of the model or celebrity. As Alesha is considered to be a celebrity, she is used to having her photos retouched. Alesha was questioning whether airbrushing is a good thing.
Alesha approached several glossy magazines to ask them if they were prepared to do a feature where her photographs would not be retouched. While she was waiting for magazines to get back to her, Alesha did an experiment. She had her photos taken. Then three out of four of them were airbrushed i.e. one with bigger boobs, one with lighter skin etc. Then readers were asked to vote for their favourites. The least favourite was the photo that had not been airbrushed. In other words, the readers prefered Alesha touched up than Alesha with flaws.
One magazine finally decided to take up Alesha's challenge about doing a spread without airbrushing. They even did a big poster of her with just the usual makeup and no airbrushing. She asked some women what they thought of the billboard photo. The ones interviewed said she still looked beautiful. It is possible there were other women who didn't like the photograph but their views weren't taken into consideration as that would have been going against Alesha's agenda.
I believe the point Alesha was trying to get across was that the media are selling readers false images that do not represent how real women are. Girls and women who embrace these images end up having low-self esteem because they are tying to live up to an unrealistic expectation.
While I accept and appreciate Alesha's perspective, I don't agree with her.
Let's get back to basics. Why do editors feel the need to airbrush photographs? Some might argue that want their models to look perfect just like the products they are promoting. Let's take it to another level. How do the editors know what is perfect? Where does that idea of perfection come from? I believe it's because even though the dominant paradigm accepts aging and imperfection as the norm, deep inside these editors know that signs of imperfection, aging and decay are not natural. If they can't get perfection from their models, the editors will recreate perfection according to their vision of perfection. It is the same reason why readers buy into these perfect images because they know deep inside that they are meant to be perfect. If that wasn't the case, the beauty business wouldn't be such a booming industry.
Those who argue that editors are being unrealistic in the way they portray models are only saying that because they've embraced aging and imperfection as the norm. After all, we are only humans with one foot in the grave. So why not show us all the wrinkles, warts and all on the cover pages, after all that's what it means to be humans, right?
I give lots of cred to those beauty magazine editors who have a vision of beauty. It doesn't matter if it's their idea of perfection it's the intention that counts. I for one like flicking through glossy magazines from time to time. I love looking at beautiful and perfect models, beautiful clothes, shoes and jewellery not because it makes me want to have what they have but it stirs in me what I am, Beauty. It's the same reason why I love looking at beautiful flowers, paintings and ornaments I love. For me, looking at magazines or whatever I consider beautiful is rather like visualising or having a vision board. When I continue focusing on that vision, it comes to life and I become exactly like the vision.
Incidentally, I watched a religious programme the other day where people were being healed through prayer. Several people gave testimonies about how their scars had been removed. As I see it, scars removed by the power of prayer is no different from what magazine editors are doing with their computers.
I believe the ultimate kind of airbrushing is airbrushing one's beliefs and thoughts about imperfection, sickness, aging and death by focusing only on what I believe is my true nature. As Paul in the Bible puts it:
"8": Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things.
"9": Those things, which ye have both learned, and received, and heard, and seen in me, do: and the God of peace shall be with you. Philippians 4
Do I believe in airbrushing? Of course I do. I believe in letting the True Self erase all beliefs that do not reflect my True Self's vision.
I am Beauty.
Enocia
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Alesha approached several glossy magazines to ask them if they were prepared to do a feature where her photographs would not be retouched. While she was waiting for magazines to get back to her, Alesha did an experiment. She had her photos taken. Then three out of four of them were airbrushed i.e. one with bigger boobs, one with lighter skin etc. Then readers were asked to vote for their favourites. The least favourite was the photo that had not been airbrushed. In other words, the readers prefered Alesha touched up than Alesha with flaws.
One magazine finally decided to take up Alesha's challenge about doing a spread without airbrushing. They even did a big poster of her with just the usual makeup and no airbrushing. She asked some women what they thought of the billboard photo. The ones interviewed said she still looked beautiful. It is possible there were other women who didn't like the photograph but their views weren't taken into consideration as that would have been going against Alesha's agenda.
I believe the point Alesha was trying to get across was that the media are selling readers false images that do not represent how real women are. Girls and women who embrace these images end up having low-self esteem because they are tying to live up to an unrealistic expectation.
While I accept and appreciate Alesha's perspective, I don't agree with her.
Let's get back to basics. Why do editors feel the need to airbrush photographs? Some might argue that want their models to look perfect just like the products they are promoting. Let's take it to another level. How do the editors know what is perfect? Where does that idea of perfection come from? I believe it's because even though the dominant paradigm accepts aging and imperfection as the norm, deep inside these editors know that signs of imperfection, aging and decay are not natural. If they can't get perfection from their models, the editors will recreate perfection according to their vision of perfection. It is the same reason why readers buy into these perfect images because they know deep inside that they are meant to be perfect. If that wasn't the case, the beauty business wouldn't be such a booming industry.
Those who argue that editors are being unrealistic in the way they portray models are only saying that because they've embraced aging and imperfection as the norm. After all, we are only humans with one foot in the grave. So why not show us all the wrinkles, warts and all on the cover pages, after all that's what it means to be humans, right?
I give lots of cred to those beauty magazine editors who have a vision of beauty. It doesn't matter if it's their idea of perfection it's the intention that counts. I for one like flicking through glossy magazines from time to time. I love looking at beautiful and perfect models, beautiful clothes, shoes and jewellery not because it makes me want to have what they have but it stirs in me what I am, Beauty. It's the same reason why I love looking at beautiful flowers, paintings and ornaments I love. For me, looking at magazines or whatever I consider beautiful is rather like visualising or having a vision board. When I continue focusing on that vision, it comes to life and I become exactly like the vision.
Incidentally, I watched a religious programme the other day where people were being healed through prayer. Several people gave testimonies about how their scars had been removed. As I see it, scars removed by the power of prayer is no different from what magazine editors are doing with their computers.
I believe the ultimate kind of airbrushing is airbrushing one's beliefs and thoughts about imperfection, sickness, aging and death by focusing only on what I believe is my true nature. As Paul in the Bible puts it:
"8": Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things.
"9": Those things, which ye have both learned, and received, and heard, and seen in me, do: and the God of peace shall be with you. Philippians 4
Do I believe in airbrushing? Of course I do. I believe in letting the True Self erase all beliefs that do not reflect my True Self's vision.
I am Beauty.
Enocia
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Monday, 7 July 2008
Seeing Double
On my way to the local shop, I clocked this man walking towards me. He had dark shoulder length hair, and was very cute. I didn't smile at him as I didn't want him thinking I found him attractive. On the way home, I saw him sitting on a ledge speaking to another woman. As I walked by he looked up at me, smiled and waved. I smiled and waved back.
It's been ages since I've seen a guy who makes me go: Pfwoar!
Later while I was channel-hopping on television, I came across an old episode of Gladiators where contestants take on trained gladiators. One of the contestants looked like the man I'd seen earlier. Pfwoar! He even won that particular show.
Talk about seeing double!
Enocia
Related article: Mirror Image
It's been ages since I've seen a guy who makes me go: Pfwoar!
Later while I was channel-hopping on television, I came across an old episode of Gladiators where contestants take on trained gladiators. One of the contestants looked like the man I'd seen earlier. Pfwoar! He even won that particular show.
Talk about seeing double!
Enocia
Related article: Mirror Image
Following the Rainbow
I really do believe that where my heart is i.e. what I love is where I usually find my treasures. Here's one example.
It all started when my mother asked me to buy two sympathy cards to give to a friend whose brother passed away recently. (One card was for her and the other was on behalf of another friend). Our local shop didn't have any in stock, which I thought was very odd. I promised mum I would buy them in town. I had in mind where I could get them.
I spent the day working in the library. A friend whom I haven't seen in a while came in. It's always invigorating speaking to him as I can discuss spiritual ideas with him and he understands. I figured if I could find a card shop nearby, I could get them and then travel back with my friend. Alas, it wasn't to be as all the shops in that area are closed during the weekend. I walked my friend to the bus stop and waited till his bus arrived then I crossed over to catch a bus into town.
I noticed most of the buses were only travelling part of the journey. When I got on the bus I asked the driver why and he said the buses weren't going further because the roads are closed due to a parade. Great! All this hassle just to get sympathy cards. Next to where I was sitting was a man ranting and raving about God knows what. I wasn't in the mood to listen to him so I swapped seats and sat at the back. When I got off the bus at the last stop, I noticed a shop nearby. Good, I can buy the cards from there. I picked up two cards and queued up to pay. Something told me my mother wouldn't like those cards. Just as I was pondering whether I should get the cards anyway, I noticed the man who had been ranting on the bus earlier walking into the shop. I took his presence as a sign that the cards were not appropriate, put them back, and made a speedy exit.
I went to the local bookshop and checked out their selection of cards. I had a feeling my mother wouldn't like those cards either. So I headed to the shop I had in mind. I thought I would use a shortcut to get me there. Bad idea! There were crowds of people hanging outside various pubs. What the hell is going on? I realised they were there for Pride London celebrating the lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender (LGBT) lifestyle.
Pride London aims to promote equality and diversity through all of its campaigns. The two week Pride festival uses theatre, music, debate, art and entertainment to raise awareness of discrimination and the issues and difficulties affecting the lives of LGBT people around the world. Our Parade is an explosion of Pride in the heart of the capital, attracting over 500,000 people in a celebration of diversity. Through this we aim to promote a sentiment in favour of equality, uniting people in a celebrative atmosphere where all are welcome, and fostering a sense of community within the LGBT population. Overall, Pride London hopes to promote understanding and cooperation, as well as education in diversity, in order to get rid of the discrimination faced by LGBT people. About Pride London
I tapped a police officer on her shoulder and asked if the shops were open and she said yes. After fighting my way through the LGBT crowd, I was in Oxford Street, which looked pretty clear. Presumably, I had missed out on the parade. I headed to the card shop. Although they had a good selection of cards, I thought they were a tad pricey. I had a feeling my mother wouldn't appreciate paying that much for those cards. My mother also likes cards with meaningful words inside and those cards didn't resonate. Damn! Where are these bloody cards? I remembered another card shop up the road. I was hoping I would find the perfect cards in that shop.
As I walked towards the shop I thought of a friend who attended a Pride Parade while he was in America last year. He said he'd had a lot of fun. It's a shame I missed out on the parade. I noticed a man and a woman walking in front of me. I could see from the back of their t-shirts that they were the organisers of Pride. Both of them had number "8" on their shirts. Given that I have an obsession with the number 8, I read this as a sign. (Funnily enough, the friend who went to the American Pride last year also has (or used to have) a thing about the number 8). I asked the organisers if the celebration had finished. The man said there was a concert being held at Trafalgar Square which I could attend.
Finally I arrived at the card shop and found two sympathy cards that I knew were perfect for my mother: lovely designs, nice meaningful words and good value for money. Then I headed to Trafalgar Square.
Just as I was approaching the Square I noticed some people walking in front with identical t-shirts with the words: "Only one God, only one mediator Jesus Christ" I presumed they were Christians. Maybe they were on a crusade to covert the LGBT community to Christianity.
While I had been caught up with the crowd earlier, I had noticed a lot of people with rainbow flags, bracelets, hats, scarves etc. As I'm a huge fan of rainbows I asked a woman who had a flag what the rainbow symbolised. She said it was a Gay Pride symbol. I told her I wasn't aware of this. I said I'm not a lesbian or transgender but I love rainbows.
The Square was already crowded with all kinds of people, some in colourful outfits and wigs. The audience was like a moving rainbow. While Pride is not my scene, the love I felt from everyone was definitely my scene. I found a perfect space overlooking the square where I could watch the proceedings on the big screen. There was a woman on stage, dressed in pink, belting out a song I'd never heard of before. It was the first time I'd been to a concert where there is a sign interpreter. It was quite bizarre watching the interpreter doing sign language to the songs.
While I was enjoying the concert a young woman stood beside me. She asked me what the concert was about and I told her. I also shared my new knowledge about what the rainbows represented. She and her friend were from Belgium and on their way to Bulgaria for a month. As they had a few hours to kill they decided to take a trip down to central London; it was their first visit to London. She said they had simply followed the crowd and ended up at Trafalgar Square. I asked them where they were staying in Bulgaria. My friends said they had no set plans. They were just going to go with the flow and see what comes up. They watched the concert for an hour and then left to catch their flight.
I spoke to an older gay guy about the Rainbow symbol and he explained the history behind it and the Gay movement. I thanked him for the information and told him I love rainbows.
During the concert they announced that they were going to show the final episode of the British sci-fi, Dr Who, which has a gay actor in it. Dr Who is a time lord who travels back and forth in time. The night before I had watched the penultimate episode where in the cliff-hanger, the Daleks, a race of robots, had taken over Earth and were about to exterminate the human race. I didn't think I would be home on time to watch the final episode to find out whether the Doctor saves humans from certain destruction. The Universe had arranged it perfectly. After the final singer had performed, Freema Agyeman, one of the stars of "Doctor Who" introduced the episode and we watched it on the big screen. It was then something occurred to me.
Two nights before, I had an out of body experience (OOBE) where I saw this ugly and terrifying creature growling at me. (See The Final Conflict). I told the creature I loved it and it disappeared from sight. As we were watching Doctor Who on the big screen I noticed Davros, the leader of the Daleks, looked identical to the creature I'd seen in my OOBE. He even sounded like him. Could it be I'd in fact astral projected two days into the future? In other words, my future self had sent me a preview of what was to come. In that case, I was meant to be at the Square enjoying Pride with all my LGBT friends. I was meant to be sharing in the Rainbow experience.
Like all good drama, good did manage to prevail over evil. Doctor Who and his friends saved earth; and the evil Davros and his Daleks were destroyed.
What a dream of a day it turned out to be. If my mother hadn't asked me to get her sympathy cards, I wouldn't have been in that part of town.
It is possible that I was meant to have the experience anyway. After all, where my heart is i.e. my love of rainbows, is where I will always find my treasures.
I love rainbows.
Enocia
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Rainbow fractal designed by Ben Gilberti.
Saturday, 5 July 2008
A Dream is A Dream is a Dream - Revisited
I believe all realities are dreams. I am either dreaming or I am lucid dreaming. One who is a lucid dreamer is very much aware s/he is in a dream.
I experience two types of dreams: sleeping (SD) and awake (AD).
I find both dream realities operate in similar ways though the awake dreams seem to move at a slower rate than the sleeping dream. Mind you, things are speeding up these days.
I'm now going to discuss the different kinds of dreams I have experienced.
Intention
SD - I have dreams that reflect what I intend to experience and my thoughts and beliefs about the same. If I've been fantasising about experiencing such and such, it will be manifested in my dreams.
AD - If I'm preoccupied with certain thoughts, I tend to notice them mirrored back at me in my environment. If they haven't manifested, I'll have experiences confirming how they are being manifested, I just need to trust in the process.
Teaching
SD - In a lot of my dreams I find myself teaching other people what I share on my blogs. The irony is though I insist I'm not a teacher in the waking reality, in my dreams I am seen as a teacher. I tend to discuss spiritual ideas and how to apply them in practice. Last night I was discussing with a group the power of focus.
AD - I'm very much preoccupied with how to apply spiritual principles in every day life, which I share on my blogs. I am also constantly having experiences that demonstrate my dream beliefs.
Insights
SD - Sometimes I have insights about problems I'm trying to resolve. They take the forms of either discussing the problem with someone and receiving the answer, or I am shown what I need to know.
AD - I am constantly receiving insights and realisations either from the Inner Voice or being inspired by my life experiences.
Memories
SD - Another kind of dream I have is based on memories of past experiences.
AD - I tend to re-live experiences from time to time. For instance, I find after reading of a particular experience, I can end up having that experience albeit in a slightly different form.
Precognition
SD - Now and again I dream of events to come which come in two categories: personal and global. These dreams tend to be very vivid and I wake up from the dream with a start and know it's real.
In my previous relationships I've dreamed of the relationships' demise weeks or months before it happened, which can be annoying. You wonder what's the point of pursuing it when you already know the outcome.
The advantage of this kind of dream is when I can see what joy I am going to experience. For instance, last night I had a dream where I was reading an email from a friend and chuckling at its content. Then I instantly woke up from the dream and found myself still laughing. I could recall vividly what was in the email. Although I haven't received the email, I know it's going to happen.
Sometimes I have dreams about what is going to happen for loved ones and it comes true. Again, I can tell when it's something that's going to happen by its vividness and the way I wake up from the dream.
Occasionally I dream of future world events. I dreamt of the 911 Attack two weeks before it happened. When I woke up from the dream I was shaken up and prayed for it not to happen. Then I hoped it wasn't real. Two weeks later I watched part of my dream - the second plane crashing into the tower - live on television.
AD - I tend to receive info about events to come either through visions, songs, images, other people's conversation and writings being flagged for my attention. For instance, just last week my attention was drawn to a van with a company name. The name was posted three times on the van. As I have a friend with the same name, I wondered how he was. I sent love and light to the friend with the same name. A few days later a boy of the same name was murdered and has been appearing in newspapers.
Telepathy
SD - In some of my dreams I receive messages from friends. I have had occasions when I've been able to pick up messages from friends in my waking state while I'm asleep which translates into a dream.
AD - From time to time I can pick up messages telepathically.
Wake-Up Calls
SD - There are dreams that remind me that I am in a dream and must wake up from the dream. I wake up from the dream and go about my affairs only to realise I am still dreaming. One time it took me three attempts to finally wake up from that dream.
AD - When I find myself acting out from a belief that no longer serve me, I would have an experience to remind me to wake up from that belief or to remind me that I am Love or all is Love.
Being in Joy
SD - There are dreams where I'm hanging out with friends and loved ones and being in joy with them.
AD - When I'm doing what I love, being myself, having fun with friends and loved ones and sharing who I am.
Waifs and Strays
SD - There are dreams that represent thoughts I pick up from the collective which make no sense to me at all. When I wake out of those dreams, I simply dismiss them as nothing.
AD - From time to time I pick up stray thoughts that have nothing to do with me. I find the best thing is to let them go and return to the silence.
Just like in one night I can experience different types of dreams, in the same respect, in one day I can experience different kinds of dreams in my awake dreams. It's all fun and what makes life interesting.
I also spend a lot of time in a dreamless state in silence.
Enocia
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I experience two types of dreams: sleeping (SD) and awake (AD).
I find both dream realities operate in similar ways though the awake dreams seem to move at a slower rate than the sleeping dream. Mind you, things are speeding up these days.
I'm now going to discuss the different kinds of dreams I have experienced.
Intention
SD - I have dreams that reflect what I intend to experience and my thoughts and beliefs about the same. If I've been fantasising about experiencing such and such, it will be manifested in my dreams.
AD - If I'm preoccupied with certain thoughts, I tend to notice them mirrored back at me in my environment. If they haven't manifested, I'll have experiences confirming how they are being manifested, I just need to trust in the process.
Teaching
SD - In a lot of my dreams I find myself teaching other people what I share on my blogs. The irony is though I insist I'm not a teacher in the waking reality, in my dreams I am seen as a teacher. I tend to discuss spiritual ideas and how to apply them in practice. Last night I was discussing with a group the power of focus.
AD - I'm very much preoccupied with how to apply spiritual principles in every day life, which I share on my blogs. I am also constantly having experiences that demonstrate my dream beliefs.
Insights
SD - Sometimes I have insights about problems I'm trying to resolve. They take the forms of either discussing the problem with someone and receiving the answer, or I am shown what I need to know.
AD - I am constantly receiving insights and realisations either from the Inner Voice or being inspired by my life experiences.
Memories
SD - Another kind of dream I have is based on memories of past experiences.
AD - I tend to re-live experiences from time to time. For instance, I find after reading of a particular experience, I can end up having that experience albeit in a slightly different form.
Precognition
SD - Now and again I dream of events to come which come in two categories: personal and global. These dreams tend to be very vivid and I wake up from the dream with a start and know it's real.
In my previous relationships I've dreamed of the relationships' demise weeks or months before it happened, which can be annoying. You wonder what's the point of pursuing it when you already know the outcome.
The advantage of this kind of dream is when I can see what joy I am going to experience. For instance, last night I had a dream where I was reading an email from a friend and chuckling at its content. Then I instantly woke up from the dream and found myself still laughing. I could recall vividly what was in the email. Although I haven't received the email, I know it's going to happen.
Sometimes I have dreams about what is going to happen for loved ones and it comes true. Again, I can tell when it's something that's going to happen by its vividness and the way I wake up from the dream.
Occasionally I dream of future world events. I dreamt of the 911 Attack two weeks before it happened. When I woke up from the dream I was shaken up and prayed for it not to happen. Then I hoped it wasn't real. Two weeks later I watched part of my dream - the second plane crashing into the tower - live on television.
AD - I tend to receive info about events to come either through visions, songs, images, other people's conversation and writings being flagged for my attention. For instance, just last week my attention was drawn to a van with a company name. The name was posted three times on the van. As I have a friend with the same name, I wondered how he was. I sent love and light to the friend with the same name. A few days later a boy of the same name was murdered and has been appearing in newspapers.
Telepathy
SD - In some of my dreams I receive messages from friends. I have had occasions when I've been able to pick up messages from friends in my waking state while I'm asleep which translates into a dream.
AD - From time to time I can pick up messages telepathically.
Wake-Up Calls
SD - There are dreams that remind me that I am in a dream and must wake up from the dream. I wake up from the dream and go about my affairs only to realise I am still dreaming. One time it took me three attempts to finally wake up from that dream.
AD - When I find myself acting out from a belief that no longer serve me, I would have an experience to remind me to wake up from that belief or to remind me that I am Love or all is Love.
Being in Joy
SD - There are dreams where I'm hanging out with friends and loved ones and being in joy with them.
AD - When I'm doing what I love, being myself, having fun with friends and loved ones and sharing who I am.
Waifs and Strays
SD - There are dreams that represent thoughts I pick up from the collective which make no sense to me at all. When I wake out of those dreams, I simply dismiss them as nothing.
AD - From time to time I pick up stray thoughts that have nothing to do with me. I find the best thing is to let them go and return to the silence.
Just like in one night I can experience different types of dreams, in the same respect, in one day I can experience different kinds of dreams in my awake dreams. It's all fun and what makes life interesting.
I also spend a lot of time in a dreamless state in silence.
Enocia
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The Power of Beliefs
On the bus a man came on board and sat in front of me. I noticed he had part of one arm bandaged up so I asked him what he'd done to his arm.
"It's a tiny scratch which developed into an infection."
"How did that happen?" I said.
"Are you a nurse?"
"No, but I'm interested in healing and practise energy healing."
"I'm a Diabetic you see. You have to be very careful when you are Diabetic. When I had the scratch I didn't do anything about it. Then it got worse. I cleaned it every day with "Tea Tree Oil," the purest type, but it just wouldn't heal. I ended up in the hospital. It took ages for the doctors to diagnose what was wrong with my arm. It was only when I told them I'd been using "Tea Tree Oil" that they could treat me."
"All that from a tiny scratch?" I said. "That's amazing!"
"It's getting better now. My doctor says I have to look after it."
"I haven't been to a doctor in years."
"You're like my wife. She's 63 and she's as strong as an ox. She used to be a nurse. She never drinks or smokes. She only gets a cold about once a year. I used to drink and smoke and now I'm paying for it. "
"Well, look after yourself, OK," I said to him before he got off the bus. "Give lots of love to your arm and it will get better."
One thing I found interesting about my friend was the power of his beliefs. My friend's belief in his Diabetes magnified a scratch to an infection. He believes his previous smoking and drinking habit is influencing how he lives now. He believes his wife is very strong because she doesn't drink or smoke. The irony is his beliefs are preventing him from tapping into his infinite power that doesn't care about the past.
Beliefs are very powerful indeed. I can use the power of beliefs to keep myself in captivity or set myself free.
That's why I believe in beliefs.
Enocia
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"It's a tiny scratch which developed into an infection."
"How did that happen?" I said.
"Are you a nurse?"
"No, but I'm interested in healing and practise energy healing."
"I'm a Diabetic you see. You have to be very careful when you are Diabetic. When I had the scratch I didn't do anything about it. Then it got worse. I cleaned it every day with "Tea Tree Oil," the purest type, but it just wouldn't heal. I ended up in the hospital. It took ages for the doctors to diagnose what was wrong with my arm. It was only when I told them I'd been using "Tea Tree Oil" that they could treat me."
"All that from a tiny scratch?" I said. "That's amazing!"
"It's getting better now. My doctor says I have to look after it."
"I haven't been to a doctor in years."
"You're like my wife. She's 63 and she's as strong as an ox. She used to be a nurse. She never drinks or smokes. She only gets a cold about once a year. I used to drink and smoke and now I'm paying for it. "
"Well, look after yourself, OK," I said to him before he got off the bus. "Give lots of love to your arm and it will get better."
One thing I found interesting about my friend was the power of his beliefs. My friend's belief in his Diabetes magnified a scratch to an infection. He believes his previous smoking and drinking habit is influencing how he lives now. He believes his wife is very strong because she doesn't drink or smoke. The irony is his beliefs are preventing him from tapping into his infinite power that doesn't care about the past.
Beliefs are very powerful indeed. I can use the power of beliefs to keep myself in captivity or set myself free.
That's why I believe in beliefs.
Enocia
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Quote of the Day
As my friends across the pond would say, this is AWESOME!
Guidance from Eileen Caddy
Within you all power, all wisdom and all understanding
Can you accept that you have within you all power, all wisdom and all understanding? Do you really want to be a power in the world, do you want to be able to help and uplift? Then you must learn to be true to the very highest within you. You will not only have to accept, but know without a shadow of a doubt, that I AM within you and that I can do all things. Nothing is impossible with Me, and with this inner knowing you can be master of every situation and rise above anything that would stand in your way.
Enocia
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Guidance from Eileen Caddy
Within you all power, all wisdom and all understanding
Can you accept that you have within you all power, all wisdom and all understanding? Do you really want to be a power in the world, do you want to be able to help and uplift? Then you must learn to be true to the very highest within you. You will not only have to accept, but know without a shadow of a doubt, that I AM within you and that I can do all things. Nothing is impossible with Me, and with this inner knowing you can be master of every situation and rise above anything that would stand in your way.
Enocia
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Friday, 4 July 2008
More about Self-Belief
The following is from "The London Paper":
Serena, meanwhile, who slumped to as low as 140 in the world just two years ago, bristles at the suggestion that her older sister is the favourite. She said: "I'm not going to sit here and say she's the favourite when I'm still in the tournament.
"That's not me. I always believe I'm the favourite. Even if I'm not, I'm always going to believe that I am." Sisters on the March, The London Paper, 2 July 2008
Good for you, Serena, for having belief in yourself!
Serena and her sister, Venus, will be playing each other in the Wimbledon tennis finals. I guess the sister who has the stronger self-belief will come out the champion.
Enocia
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Serena, meanwhile, who slumped to as low as 140 in the world just two years ago, bristles at the suggestion that her older sister is the favourite. She said: "I'm not going to sit here and say she's the favourite when I'm still in the tournament.
"That's not me. I always believe I'm the favourite. Even if I'm not, I'm always going to believe that I am." Sisters on the March, The London Paper, 2 July 2008
Good for you, Serena, for having belief in yourself!
Serena and her sister, Venus, will be playing each other in the Wimbledon tennis finals. I guess the sister who has the stronger self-belief will come out the champion.
Enocia
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No Limits in Spirit
Last night I watched House about a medical genius, apparently, who works with a group who diagnose various diseases that have baffled others. I can't say I'm a huge fan, I just watch it now and again.
As last night's episode was the season's finale, I was curious to see what was going to happen. One of their colleagues, Amber, is involved in a bus crash and is lying in a coma hooked up to a ventilator. House and his team, including Amber's husband, Wilson, are frantically trying to work out what's wrong with her. It turns out Amber had been with House during the journey but House can't remember what happened before the crash. House and his team believe that in order to diagnose Amber's heart condition and find a treatment, it's important to understand what Amber was doing that evening.
While House is asleep he recalls bits and pieces from the night before in the form of various symbols that appear in his dream. He works out they were at a bar together so he and Wilson pay the bar a visit. House remembers Amber had a cold which might explain problems with her internal organs. To help House recall the evening in detail, he ends up having an electric shock treatment. He then remembers Amber taking some pills which they believe is the real cause of her heart condition and they decide there's nothing they can do to help her. Wilson has to switch off the machine.
House and his team represent the scientific world view that there has to be a material cause and a rational explanation for everything. What about another option? Dare I mention God/Spirit? Ooh, you can't mention Spirit? That's hardly scientific, is it? Next thing you know you'll be expecting a miracle. God forbid!
Oh well, each to their own. Those who look to the scientific model have to come to terms with the truth that science has its limits.
I believe in Spirit and with Spirit there are no limits.
Enocia
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As last night's episode was the season's finale, I was curious to see what was going to happen. One of their colleagues, Amber, is involved in a bus crash and is lying in a coma hooked up to a ventilator. House and his team, including Amber's husband, Wilson, are frantically trying to work out what's wrong with her. It turns out Amber had been with House during the journey but House can't remember what happened before the crash. House and his team believe that in order to diagnose Amber's heart condition and find a treatment, it's important to understand what Amber was doing that evening.
While House is asleep he recalls bits and pieces from the night before in the form of various symbols that appear in his dream. He works out they were at a bar together so he and Wilson pay the bar a visit. House remembers Amber had a cold which might explain problems with her internal organs. To help House recall the evening in detail, he ends up having an electric shock treatment. He then remembers Amber taking some pills which they believe is the real cause of her heart condition and they decide there's nothing they can do to help her. Wilson has to switch off the machine.
House and his team represent the scientific world view that there has to be a material cause and a rational explanation for everything. What about another option? Dare I mention God/Spirit? Ooh, you can't mention Spirit? That's hardly scientific, is it? Next thing you know you'll be expecting a miracle. God forbid!
Oh well, each to their own. Those who look to the scientific model have to come to terms with the truth that science has its limits.
I believe in Spirit and with Spirit there are no limits.
Enocia
Related articles: The Game of Healing and Channelling; Living the Magic; Just in Case; The Hard Facts; The Two Paths; The Causeless Cause; The Gift of Unbelief; Just Say Now
The Final Conflict
Last night I had an out of body experience.
One minute I was lying down and the next I was aware of myself hovering over my physical body then I was off and moving freely. Then I noticed this formless entity beside it. It was the most terrifying-looking and ugliest thing I'd ever dreamed of. It growled at me and then reached out with what looked like arms to grab me. Unfortunately for the poor sod, I wasn't impressed by his scare tactics. In fact I thought it was a pretty cool Halloween costume. I said to it, "I love you." I had the distinct impression that the entity was horrified I wasn't taking it seriously. The entity then dissolved into formless energy and vanished from my experience.
Well, what did that "monster" think I was going to do, roll over and die from fright? Been there, done that, matey. Save your Nightmare on Elm Street antics for someone who really cares.
Nice try though!
Enocia
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One minute I was lying down and the next I was aware of myself hovering over my physical body then I was off and moving freely. Then I noticed this formless entity beside it. It was the most terrifying-looking and ugliest thing I'd ever dreamed of. It growled at me and then reached out with what looked like arms to grab me. Unfortunately for the poor sod, I wasn't impressed by his scare tactics. In fact I thought it was a pretty cool Halloween costume. I said to it, "I love you." I had the distinct impression that the entity was horrified I wasn't taking it seriously. The entity then dissolved into formless energy and vanished from my experience.
Well, what did that "monster" think I was going to do, roll over and die from fright? Been there, done that, matey. Save your Nightmare on Elm Street antics for someone who really cares.
Nice try though!
Enocia
Related articles: TLC - Tender Loving Care; Why the Inner Critic is Now My Greatest Ally; Being the Magic; The Hand; As Light as a Feather; Harmless Fun; Being Here Now; Masks; No Fear!; A Reminder to Be Myself; Out of Body Experience (OOBE) - A Breakthrough; It is All Nothing!; Mind Travel
Thursday, 3 July 2008
One Long Jam Session
At the end of another episode of Sex and the City, my favourite comedy, I said to my mother that the theme music seems to have many people playing different parts and yet sounding very harmonious.
I said it reminds me of Jazz. On one level, Jazz sounds rather dissonant; it's like people just doing their own thing and not caring about the other musicians. However when you listen closely, they always seem to be in perfect synchrony anyway.
Jazz reminds me of when people are being true to themselves. It doesn't matter how different people are, as long as you're being true to yourself, you end up in perfect harmony with others who are being true to themselves.
Disharmony occurs when people are afraid of being true to themselves and trying to get others to change so they can feel comfortable with who they believe they are.
I believe we are all here to be and shine our infinite light in every moment. Then we get to experience life as one long jam session.
Fancy joining me?
Enocia
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I said it reminds me of Jazz. On one level, Jazz sounds rather dissonant; it's like people just doing their own thing and not caring about the other musicians. However when you listen closely, they always seem to be in perfect synchrony anyway.
Jazz reminds me of when people are being true to themselves. It doesn't matter how different people are, as long as you're being true to yourself, you end up in perfect harmony with others who are being true to themselves.
Disharmony occurs when people are afraid of being true to themselves and trying to get others to change so they can feel comfortable with who they believe they are.
I believe we are all here to be and shine our infinite light in every moment. Then we get to experience life as one long jam session.
Fancy joining me?
Enocia
Related articles: The Saviour; My Favourite Channel; Simple Life; What Will Be Will Be; Harmony; Dear God, What is Your Will For Me? - Revisited; Keeping It Real; Being the Music; Being Myself is All I Can Do; Dare to Be Love?; Oneness is Not Sameness
The Game of Healing and Channelling
When I heard a pastor famous for his healing crusades was having a meeting in London, I asked my mother if she was attending. She said she wasn't going to bother as it's too much hassle. Besides there is no need to travel anywhere since God is everywhere. I was very happy to hear that my mother is realising that her healing is in her own hands; it's a matter of whether she's open to receive any time and anywhere.
What is healing anyway? Those who profess to be healers are simply those who are motivated to tune into the Universal Energy/Light and project the light to whoever needs it. The Universal Energy doesn't play favourites. Everyone can tune into Universal Energy. Either people are not motivated to do so or they believe only a few have access, which simply is not true. We all have access to the Source.
The same is true about channelling; by this I mean those who profess to be channelling wisdom from the Source or through various guides. We are all capable of channelling information. It's a matter of having the intention and then receiving what already exists. In fact all information, all realities, already exist as infinite light which can take on infinite forms. All I need to do is tune in and receive.
Even though I know I can tune in and receive whenever I like, I can control how I receive by the games I choose to play.
I can choose to play the game of giving a name to the All There Is then call upon that "entity" or "entities" I have created to give me guidance or healing when I feel the need. I can even imagine angelic beings of light assisting me. I tend to identify the All There Is as the "Inner Voice."
I can choose to play the game of letting someone else channel on my behalf or send me healing. Sometimes I call on a human instrument (or instruments) to receive on my behalf. I even put my name down on blessings lists.
The problem with playing the game of letting someone else channel or receive healing on my behalf is I have to put up with the human instrument's agenda. I have to make an appointment to fit into the receiver's lifestyle choice. I may even have to pay for the receiver's services. The information I receive may even be tainted by the instrument's belief system. In the meantime, while I'm waiting for the instrument to fit me into their busy schedule, I am wasting time when I could very easily tap into Source directly for free.
I can choose to play the game of being able to channel/heal only at particular times. For instance, I tend to download info when I'm out on my walks, while I'm travelling, while I'm in the shower, or late at night. Just because I prefer to receive during those times doesn't mean the All There Is stops sending information. Source, like the Internet, is continuously pouring out its eternal wisdom for all time; it's a matter of logging in to receive.
Let's take an example of me downloading while I'm walking home from the local bus station, which takes about 10 minutes. As I'm approaching the front door, I usually say to the "Inner Voice": can we continue this "conversation" later while I'm having a shower or while I'm in bed. The moment I have that thought, I stop receiving information. In other words, I have switched my receiving tap off. In truth, I never stop receiving information because the information is always present anyway. It's simply that I choose to turn the "tap" off because I'm not in a receptive mood or I want to focus on other matters. The moment I'm in bed the tap is switched on and I'm now ready to receive, I find myself back in the flow of the dialogue I had earlier with the Inner Voice. There have been many times when I've fallen asleep during our dialogue. When I wake up in the middle of the night I find I'm still downloading information. I can then choose whether to continue listening or switch my tap off.
I mentioned earlier that all realities exist now. This applies to all kinds of thought-forms. For instance the other day while I was waiting for a bus it seemed to be taking a while to arrive. Although I don't wear a watch I had a feeling it was taking longer than usual. The moment I had that feeling I heard various thoughts of people complaining about how long the bus was taking and even swearing at the driver. I decided to switch off from that reality by being in silence. Then I was no longer tuning into that reality of impatient passengers. The point I'm making is that the moment I have a thought/intention, I'm instantly connected to all relevant thoughts. To avoid picking up on any old rubbish, as I see it, I focus on what I love or recall memories of experiences I love, which connects me to infinite love; or I remain in silence.
The bottom line is what I refer to as All There Is is nothing but my "right mind", my true self. This means I am really channelling my true self whether I refer to it as Tom, Dick or Harry. It's really up to me whether I choose to receive all that I am in every moment or play the game of either switching the tap on/off or letting someone else channel on my behalf. Whatever game I choose to play, it's really all coming from Me.
I am Infinite Love-Light in all time, all space and all realities.
Enocia
Related articles: Re-Living the Joy - Part 2; A Little Help From My Friend; No Chance!; How Sweet!; Receive What You Have Been Given; Being the Street Finder; The Observer; Channel Hopping; Channelling; Undoing Programmes with the Light Grid - Part 2; Supply and Demand are One; Who Are the Lightworkers?
What is healing anyway? Those who profess to be healers are simply those who are motivated to tune into the Universal Energy/Light and project the light to whoever needs it. The Universal Energy doesn't play favourites. Everyone can tune into Universal Energy. Either people are not motivated to do so or they believe only a few have access, which simply is not true. We all have access to the Source.
The same is true about channelling; by this I mean those who profess to be channelling wisdom from the Source or through various guides. We are all capable of channelling information. It's a matter of having the intention and then receiving what already exists. In fact all information, all realities, already exist as infinite light which can take on infinite forms. All I need to do is tune in and receive.
Even though I know I can tune in and receive whenever I like, I can control how I receive by the games I choose to play.
I can choose to play the game of giving a name to the All There Is then call upon that "entity" or "entities" I have created to give me guidance or healing when I feel the need. I can even imagine angelic beings of light assisting me. I tend to identify the All There Is as the "Inner Voice."
I can choose to play the game of letting someone else channel on my behalf or send me healing. Sometimes I call on a human instrument (or instruments) to receive on my behalf. I even put my name down on blessings lists.
The problem with playing the game of letting someone else channel or receive healing on my behalf is I have to put up with the human instrument's agenda. I have to make an appointment to fit into the receiver's lifestyle choice. I may even have to pay for the receiver's services. The information I receive may even be tainted by the instrument's belief system. In the meantime, while I'm waiting for the instrument to fit me into their busy schedule, I am wasting time when I could very easily tap into Source directly for free.
I can choose to play the game of being able to channel/heal only at particular times. For instance, I tend to download info when I'm out on my walks, while I'm travelling, while I'm in the shower, or late at night. Just because I prefer to receive during those times doesn't mean the All There Is stops sending information. Source, like the Internet, is continuously pouring out its eternal wisdom for all time; it's a matter of logging in to receive.
Let's take an example of me downloading while I'm walking home from the local bus station, which takes about 10 minutes. As I'm approaching the front door, I usually say to the "Inner Voice": can we continue this "conversation" later while I'm having a shower or while I'm in bed. The moment I have that thought, I stop receiving information. In other words, I have switched my receiving tap off. In truth, I never stop receiving information because the information is always present anyway. It's simply that I choose to turn the "tap" off because I'm not in a receptive mood or I want to focus on other matters. The moment I'm in bed the tap is switched on and I'm now ready to receive, I find myself back in the flow of the dialogue I had earlier with the Inner Voice. There have been many times when I've fallen asleep during our dialogue. When I wake up in the middle of the night I find I'm still downloading information. I can then choose whether to continue listening or switch my tap off.
I mentioned earlier that all realities exist now. This applies to all kinds of thought-forms. For instance the other day while I was waiting for a bus it seemed to be taking a while to arrive. Although I don't wear a watch I had a feeling it was taking longer than usual. The moment I had that feeling I heard various thoughts of people complaining about how long the bus was taking and even swearing at the driver. I decided to switch off from that reality by being in silence. Then I was no longer tuning into that reality of impatient passengers. The point I'm making is that the moment I have a thought/intention, I'm instantly connected to all relevant thoughts. To avoid picking up on any old rubbish, as I see it, I focus on what I love or recall memories of experiences I love, which connects me to infinite love; or I remain in silence.
The bottom line is what I refer to as All There Is is nothing but my "right mind", my true self. This means I am really channelling my true self whether I refer to it as Tom, Dick or Harry. It's really up to me whether I choose to receive all that I am in every moment or play the game of either switching the tap on/off or letting someone else channel on my behalf. Whatever game I choose to play, it's really all coming from Me.
I am Infinite Love-Light in all time, all space and all realities.
Enocia
Related articles: Re-Living the Joy - Part 2; A Little Help From My Friend; No Chance!; How Sweet!; Receive What You Have Been Given; Being the Street Finder; The Observer; Channel Hopping; Channelling; Undoing Programmes with the Light Grid - Part 2; Supply and Demand are One; Who Are the Lightworkers?
Wednesday, 2 July 2008
Living the Magic
A while back I was invited to a Circle where they experience lots of physical manifestations. Those manifestations didn't happen under normal conditions; the members have to create the right atmosphere for these to happen by being in a state of joy or peace. In other words, the frequency has to be raised to a "level" where manifestations can occur.
I've also seen a lot of religious programmes where people claim to have experience miracles. Again, the audience creates the atmosphere for these miracles by singing uplifting songs. Once the frequency is high enough then miracles happen.
What usually happens with people who experience such miracles is that because they are no longer in that high frequency when they return to their "ordinary" reality, they are likely to dismiss the experience as a one-off, a dream, unreal or something that can only happen under special conditions. In the meantime, back in the real world, life goes on in its dreary fashion where you have to work at things or try to make things work... until the next meeting when they experience more wonder.
I believe the way to experience constant magic and wonder is to live in that frequency all the time. By this I mean constantly identifying yourself as the Wonder, the Magic, Love and Light and remembering that Love is all there is; and refusing to accept any other reality.
Then instead of expecting the wonder to only happen under certain conditions, you get to experience it constantly because everywhere you are there is magic.
I am the Magic.
Magic is all there is.
Enocia
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I've also seen a lot of religious programmes where people claim to have experience miracles. Again, the audience creates the atmosphere for these miracles by singing uplifting songs. Once the frequency is high enough then miracles happen.
What usually happens with people who experience such miracles is that because they are no longer in that high frequency when they return to their "ordinary" reality, they are likely to dismiss the experience as a one-off, a dream, unreal or something that can only happen under special conditions. In the meantime, back in the real world, life goes on in its dreary fashion where you have to work at things or try to make things work... until the next meeting when they experience more wonder.
I believe the way to experience constant magic and wonder is to live in that frequency all the time. By this I mean constantly identifying yourself as the Wonder, the Magic, Love and Light and remembering that Love is all there is; and refusing to accept any other reality.
Then instead of expecting the wonder to only happen under certain conditions, you get to experience it constantly because everywhere you are there is magic.
I am the Magic.
Magic is all there is.
Enocia
Related articles: Re-Living the Joy - Part 2; Jammy Bugger!; The Universe Has Got It Covered; Just in Case; Perfect Scores; No Such Thing as You; More Things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio; Trusting in Love - Part 2
Reliving the Joy - Part 2
In a previous article called Reliving the Joy, I wrote about how I can relive an experience by either recalling the experience in thought or read about the experience on my blog.
Yesterday I read another article where I discuss the two approaches one can have to life: personal or universal.
Someone whose approach to life is personal believes that everything he achieves is based on his own efforts alone. Though he may acknowledge assistance from colleagues and friends, he regards himself as self-made. The problem with the self-made person is that he believes he's only got limited resources that are constantly being depleted. He is, therefore, always looking to add more to himself. [...]
One whose approach to life is universal knows that though he appears to be an individual, all his actions are carried out by the Universe; and I mean everything, even doing number twos. The Personal versus the Universal Approach
Later I was inspired to walk home. About half a mile from home, I saw a friend who used to live in our neighbourhood and has since moved down the road. Every time I see him he invites me round to his place; and I always make an excuse. I asked him how he was and he said he was feeling exhausted.
"What's wrong?" I said. "Is it the weather?"
"I don't know, I just feel drained, Noks," he said.
"Well, I've just walked from the City."
"I can't believe you walked all that way and you didn't stop by to see me!" he said. "Come on, I'll walk you to the bus stop."
"I don't need to take the bus, I'm almost home."
"It's not for you, I need to get the bus," he said. "How long did it take you to walk from the City?"
"About a couple of hours."
"You're going to need two days go get over it."
"Nah, I'm fine."
"How come you can walk all that way in this heat and not feel tired?"
"Because I love walking."
As we approached the bus stop he said, "I'm going to leave you now, Nokia. When are you coming round to my house?"
"Soon. For now you have my love which I hope will make you feel better. Bye."
"Bye, Noks."
As I walked the rest of the way home, I thought of the two approaches to life. When I live life from the "personal approach", I end up experiencing myself as having limited energy that needs to be replenished with food, rest or sleep like my friend believed about my walk. In fact that belief did haunt me during my walk because at some point I felt pain in my heels. I had to remind myself that I am Love and all is Love. Then the whole experience was dissolved into Love, which dissolved the discomfort; and walking was simply another way of being Love.
When I live life from the "universal approach" I know only Love; and where there is Love there is inexhaustible energy.
Love is all there is.
Enocia
Related articles: Reliving the Joy; Surrender to Love - Revisited; The Lost Art of Bone Idleness; Ghost Haunters; Zero Energy; Not a Person; Inexhaustible Love; Trusting in Love - Part 2; The Personal versus the Universal Approach; Love is All There Is; Infinite Self
Yesterday I read another article where I discuss the two approaches one can have to life: personal or universal.
Someone whose approach to life is personal believes that everything he achieves is based on his own efforts alone. Though he may acknowledge assistance from colleagues and friends, he regards himself as self-made. The problem with the self-made person is that he believes he's only got limited resources that are constantly being depleted. He is, therefore, always looking to add more to himself. [...]
One whose approach to life is universal knows that though he appears to be an individual, all his actions are carried out by the Universe; and I mean everything, even doing number twos. The Personal versus the Universal Approach
Later I was inspired to walk home. About half a mile from home, I saw a friend who used to live in our neighbourhood and has since moved down the road. Every time I see him he invites me round to his place; and I always make an excuse. I asked him how he was and he said he was feeling exhausted.
"What's wrong?" I said. "Is it the weather?"
"I don't know, I just feel drained, Noks," he said.
"Well, I've just walked from the City."
"I can't believe you walked all that way and you didn't stop by to see me!" he said. "Come on, I'll walk you to the bus stop."
"I don't need to take the bus, I'm almost home."
"It's not for you, I need to get the bus," he said. "How long did it take you to walk from the City?"
"About a couple of hours."
"You're going to need two days go get over it."
"Nah, I'm fine."
"How come you can walk all that way in this heat and not feel tired?"
"Because I love walking."
As we approached the bus stop he said, "I'm going to leave you now, Nokia. When are you coming round to my house?"
"Soon. For now you have my love which I hope will make you feel better. Bye."
"Bye, Noks."
As I walked the rest of the way home, I thought of the two approaches to life. When I live life from the "personal approach", I end up experiencing myself as having limited energy that needs to be replenished with food, rest or sleep like my friend believed about my walk. In fact that belief did haunt me during my walk because at some point I felt pain in my heels. I had to remind myself that I am Love and all is Love. Then the whole experience was dissolved into Love, which dissolved the discomfort; and walking was simply another way of being Love.
When I live life from the "universal approach" I know only Love; and where there is Love there is inexhaustible energy.
Love is all there is.
Enocia
Related articles: Reliving the Joy; Surrender to Love - Revisited; The Lost Art of Bone Idleness; Ghost Haunters; Zero Energy; Not a Person; Inexhaustible Love; Trusting in Love - Part 2; The Personal versus the Universal Approach; Love is All There Is; Infinite Self
Tuesday, 1 July 2008
Reliving the Joy
I've noticed that if I want to re-live an experience of joy and love, all I need to do is recall the experience vividly and I'm having the same feeling all over again.
Another way I re-live the joy is I read about the experience on my blog.
Yesterday I re-read an article I wrote a while back where I share a story about a dog:
Speaking of which, two days ago on my way home I saw this man walking his dog. He stopped and told her off for her exuberance. I felt sorry for the dog and said she was cute. The dog wanted to play with me but her friend pulled her away. As we walked he told me she was a year old Labrador with way too much energy for his liking. He said he's even been thinking of letting her go but his son would be very upset. As we walked, at the dog's pace of course, he told me about the spat he had with his neighbour. One day his neighbour was confronted by the Labrador and started running. He told her to stay still but the woman didn't listen and ended up falling and spraining her ankle. The woman accused the dog of attacking her and reported the incident to the police. When the police officers arrived, the dog licked one on her face. Based on the new evidence, the police officers decided the dog was too friendly to have attacked the woman and the case was dismissed. Destination Nowhere
The story made me chuckle.
Later I went to relax in a park. I watched people take their dogs for a walk, some on leads and others left free to roam the park. I noticed this white terrier on its lead running towards me. Even though his human friend tried to pull him away he was making a beeline for me. I stroked the dog's head and he licked my hands and wanted to jump on me but the woman pulled him away.
"Sorry about that," she smiled apologetically, "he's only a puppy. He will lick you to death if given a chance."
"I didn't mind. He's really cute."
As you can see, when I recalled the story of the dog who licked the police officer's face, I ended up meeting a dog who wanted to lick me all over.
Last night I thought of a friend I haven't seen in a while and I received a message from him on my Facebook as follows.
"Yes yes yes, I know we are all one. But thats no excuse for only having one friend on Facebook!"
My friend has a point. I don't have any friends on Facebook because I'm a pathetic Billy no mates. I wonder if it has something to do with the fact that I haven't logged in since last year and don't even use it. Nah!
Still at least when I thought of my friend I did get his attention. Lots of love to you, S.
I've got so many wonderful memories in writing to read. Can't wait to experience the joy all over again.
Enocia
Related articles: Reliving the Joy - Part 2; Living by the P.E.E. Principle; Cigarette Smoke, the Scholar and Sharing the Magic; Why I Will Never Move On from the Past; Dreamer and Stalker; Destination Nowhere
Another way I re-live the joy is I read about the experience on my blog.
Yesterday I re-read an article I wrote a while back where I share a story about a dog:
Speaking of which, two days ago on my way home I saw this man walking his dog. He stopped and told her off for her exuberance. I felt sorry for the dog and said she was cute. The dog wanted to play with me but her friend pulled her away. As we walked he told me she was a year old Labrador with way too much energy for his liking. He said he's even been thinking of letting her go but his son would be very upset. As we walked, at the dog's pace of course, he told me about the spat he had with his neighbour. One day his neighbour was confronted by the Labrador and started running. He told her to stay still but the woman didn't listen and ended up falling and spraining her ankle. The woman accused the dog of attacking her and reported the incident to the police. When the police officers arrived, the dog licked one on her face. Based on the new evidence, the police officers decided the dog was too friendly to have attacked the woman and the case was dismissed. Destination Nowhere
The story made me chuckle.
Later I went to relax in a park. I watched people take their dogs for a walk, some on leads and others left free to roam the park. I noticed this white terrier on its lead running towards me. Even though his human friend tried to pull him away he was making a beeline for me. I stroked the dog's head and he licked my hands and wanted to jump on me but the woman pulled him away.
"Sorry about that," she smiled apologetically, "he's only a puppy. He will lick you to death if given a chance."
"I didn't mind. He's really cute."
As you can see, when I recalled the story of the dog who licked the police officer's face, I ended up meeting a dog who wanted to lick me all over.
Last night I thought of a friend I haven't seen in a while and I received a message from him on my Facebook as follows.
"Yes yes yes, I know we are all one. But thats no excuse for only having one friend on Facebook!"
My friend has a point. I don't have any friends on Facebook because I'm a pathetic Billy no mates. I wonder if it has something to do with the fact that I haven't logged in since last year and don't even use it. Nah!
Still at least when I thought of my friend I did get his attention. Lots of love to you, S.
I've got so many wonderful memories in writing to read. Can't wait to experience the joy all over again.
Enocia
Related articles: Reliving the Joy - Part 2; Living by the P.E.E. Principle; Cigarette Smoke, the Scholar and Sharing the Magic; Why I Will Never Move On from the Past; Dreamer and Stalker; Destination Nowhere
Cold Cola, Cool!
I believe God/Love/Substance is everywhere. Therefore, every moment is a perfect opportunity for me to receive my good.
On my way home I noticed a young couple. I could see they were enjoying each other and having fun. The girl was eating a takeaway food they'd bought. The young man decided he didn't want his and left it on the seat. I noticed he had two cans of soft drinks that I haven't seen before. I asked if I could have a closer look. He asked me if I wanted it. I said yes and thanked him. It was a Caribbean Cola drink which I took home and shared with my mother.
I enjoyed the cool cola.
Enocia
Related article: A Rose for a Rose
On my way home I noticed a young couple. I could see they were enjoying each other and having fun. The girl was eating a takeaway food they'd bought. The young man decided he didn't want his and left it on the seat. I noticed he had two cans of soft drinks that I haven't seen before. I asked if I could have a closer look. He asked me if I wanted it. I said yes and thanked him. It was a Caribbean Cola drink which I took home and shared with my mother.
I enjoyed the cool cola.
Enocia
Related article: A Rose for a Rose
Kindred Spirit - 2
On the bus I heard this guy chatting on his mobile phone. I thought he sounded familiar. When the seat beside him was available I realised he works at my favourite bookshop. So I swapped seats and sat beside him.
I've always liked this guy because he seems to enjoy life. I've often teased him that ever since I've been going to that bookshop, he's looked the same. He's now in his early thirties and still looks like he's in his early twenties.
A while back my friend told me what keeps him young is he practises Qi-Gong, Tai Chi and some martial arts. We got chatting about this a while back as I'm interested in Energy and have practised Reiki, Pranic Healing and other energy type healing. He'd just come from his martial arts lesson which he was very enthusiastic about. In fact, he was looking radiant as ever.
My friend told me he went away to Ireland recently to see friends and loved ones. He said as he was raised in a farm he needs to get away ever so often to de-stress himself from the city life. He said he's noticed people his age in London look so stressed out and a lot older because they haven't quite worked out how to relax.
It turns out my friend only lives about a mile away from where I live. I told him I live near the canal and go for walks there sometimes. He asked if I knew a particular park on the canal route. I actually know that park and have spent many hours relaxing in that park. He said he practises Tai Chi there every morning and then speaks to the ducks and swans which put him in a very good mood to face the day.
It was such fun travelling with my friend.
Enocia
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I've always liked this guy because he seems to enjoy life. I've often teased him that ever since I've been going to that bookshop, he's looked the same. He's now in his early thirties and still looks like he's in his early twenties.
A while back my friend told me what keeps him young is he practises Qi-Gong, Tai Chi and some martial arts. We got chatting about this a while back as I'm interested in Energy and have practised Reiki, Pranic Healing and other energy type healing. He'd just come from his martial arts lesson which he was very enthusiastic about. In fact, he was looking radiant as ever.
My friend told me he went away to Ireland recently to see friends and loved ones. He said as he was raised in a farm he needs to get away ever so often to de-stress himself from the city life. He said he's noticed people his age in London look so stressed out and a lot older because they haven't quite worked out how to relax.
It turns out my friend only lives about a mile away from where I live. I told him I live near the canal and go for walks there sometimes. He asked if I knew a particular park on the canal route. I actually know that park and have spent many hours relaxing in that park. He said he practises Tai Chi there every morning and then speaks to the ducks and swans which put him in a very good mood to face the day.
It was such fun travelling with my friend.
Enocia
Related article: Kindred Spirit
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