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Lots of love,
Enocia
Monday, 25 August 2008
Welcome
This blog is a continuation from the previous one, Being the Magic; Sharing the Wonder. I will continue to focus on the Magic and Wonder that is life. I'm drawing on the song Sweet Freedom song by Michael McDonald, which happens to be one of my favourite songs of all time. I once had a dream where this song was blaring away. The song was there to remind me that I am the Magic.
No more runnin down the wrong road
Dancin to a different drum
Can't you see whats goin on
Deep inside your heart
Always searchin for the real thing
Livin like its far away
Just leave all the madness in yesterday
You're holdin the key
When you believe it
Chorus:
Shine sweet Freedom
Shine your light on me
You are the Magic
You're right where I wanna be
Oh sweet freedom carry me along
We'll keep the spirit alive on and on Sweet Freedom, Lyrics written by Rod Temperton
As always, the articles I'm sharing are my perspective only and not meant to instruct readers in any way. Make of them what you will.
For my previous blogs see Making the Two One; I Am What I Am; I Need Not Want; It's All Done and Dusted - Part 2; It's All Done and Dusted; It is All Nothing; Being the Magic - Part 3; Being the Magic; Sharing the Wonder; Free to be Me as Love; Free to be Me; Love Always; Lucid Dreamer - Part 2; Lucid Dreamer; Destination Nowhere; Freedom, Expression, Being; Living as Love-Light; Home Sweet Home! - The Sequel; Home Sweet Home!; Infinite Life, Infinite Joy; The One in All, Vector8 Journals and Vector8 Writings.
No more runnin down the wrong road
Dancin to a different drum
Can't you see whats goin on
Deep inside your heart
Always searchin for the real thing
Livin like its far away
Just leave all the madness in yesterday
You're holdin the key
When you believe it
Chorus:
Shine sweet Freedom
Shine your light on me
You are the Magic
You're right where I wanna be
Oh sweet freedom carry me along
We'll keep the spirit alive on and on Sweet Freedom, Lyrics written by Rod Temperton
As always, the articles I'm sharing are my perspective only and not meant to instruct readers in any way. Make of them what you will.
For my previous blogs see Making the Two One; I Am What I Am; I Need Not Want; It's All Done and Dusted - Part 2; It's All Done and Dusted; It is All Nothing; Being the Magic - Part 3; Being the Magic; Sharing the Wonder; Free to be Me as Love; Free to be Me; Love Always; Lucid Dreamer - Part 2; Lucid Dreamer; Destination Nowhere; Freedom, Expression, Being; Living as Love-Light; Home Sweet Home! - The Sequel; Home Sweet Home!; Infinite Life, Infinite Joy; The One in All, Vector8 Journals and Vector8 Writings.
Love and gratitude to Ben Gilberti for designing the fractal.
Unless otherwise stated, all articles are copyright © 2008-2009 Enocia Joseph. You have my permission to copy and distribute articles for personal use only. Please include the link to the particular blog. For any other use other than personal, and any comments you might have, please email theoneinall@googlemail.com.
I am the Magic.
Enocia
Articles in Alphabetical Order
--A--
A Cry for Help
A Dream is A Dream is a Dream - Revisited
Unless otherwise stated, all articles are copyright © 2008-2009 Enocia Joseph. You have my permission to copy and distribute articles for personal use only. Please include the link to the particular blog. For any other use other than personal, and any comments you might have, please email theoneinall@googlemail.com.
I am the Magic.
Enocia
Articles in Alphabetical Order
--A--
A Cry for Help
A Dream is A Dream is a Dream - Revisited
A Gentle Nudge in the Right Direction
A Little Help From My Friend
A Woman's Right to Plug Out of the System
A Little Help From My Friend
A Woman's Right to Plug Out of the System
Awww, How Sweet!
--B--
Being the Change I Want to See
Bless!
Break Down in Communication
Breaking the Ice
--C--
--B--
Being the Change I Want to See
Bless!
Break Down in Communication
Breaking the Ice
--C--
Doing What Comes Natural - Revisited
Dreaming the Weather
Drop Dead Gorgeous!
--E--
Emergency Response Unit
Dreaming the Weather
Drop Dead Gorgeous!
--E--
Emergency Response Unit
ET, You are Already Home!
Everything is Working Out Perfectly
Expansion
--F--
Fancy a Bit of How's Your Father?
Fancy a Game of Footy?
Firework Display
Flying by the Seat of Your Pants
Following the Rainbow
Everything is Working Out Perfectly
Expansion
--F--
Fancy a Bit of How's Your Father?
Fancy a Game of Footy?
Firework Display
Flying by the Seat of Your Pants
Following the Rainbow
--G--
More about Gifts of Love
More about the Magic Number
More about Self-Belief
My Dream Play Mate
My Favourite Channel
More about the Magic Number
More about Self-Belief
My Dream Play Mate
My Favourite Channel
Thank You for Keeping Me Posted
The Benefit of Hindsight
The Final Conflict
The Game of Healing and Channelling
The Benefit of Hindsight
The Final Conflict
The Game of Healing and Channelling
The Ten Invitations
The Tried and Tested Approach
The Universe Has Got It Covered
The Voice of Innocence
The Tried and Tested Approach
The Universe Has Got It Covered
The Voice of Innocence
Trusting in my Path; Taking the Dog for a Walk
--W--
Wake Up Call
Water, Water Everywhere But Not a Drop to Drink
--W--
Wake Up Call
Water, Water Everywhere But Not a Drop to Drink
Sunday, 24 August 2008
On Being a Blessing - Revisited
As much as I love chocolate, I do find that once I've satisfied my urge, I feel a bit empty. Sometimes I find that instead of spending 60 pence on a bar of chocolate, I would rather spend double the price on a packet of sweets and share them with others. This way, I get to milk the pleasure for all it's worth.
So I was thinking of getting a packet of sweets from my favourite food shop so I could share them with people I meet along the way. The next day a friend I met in the library, gave me a birthday card and in the card was a voucher for the same food shop. Good, my prayer has been answered.
I bought some toffees to share with my mother and with people I meet on my bus journeys. It's quite interesting how people react when you give something away for free. Some of them smile and say no thanks. Some tell me they don't eat sweets.
When I gave a bus driver some he said to me: "I don't know what I've done to deserve it."
I said, "You don't have to have done anything."
I mean, if God only blessed someone based on their good behaviour, I'll have a long wait to receive something from God.
One guy I offered some refused then offered me an unopened packet of mints. Just as I was going to open it and hand it back, he told me to keep the packet. I've heard it said that what you give is multiplied, that was the fastest multiplication I've ever witnessed. As the mints are a tad too strong for my liking, I gave them to my mother.
Later at the bookshop, I offered a customer a toffee and we ended up chatting about his career in catering where he used to work in restaurants that were frequented by celebrities. He's off work at the moment after an accident and thinking of launching his catering career. He even offered to buy me coffee but I declined as it was getting late.
On the way home, a guy sat next to me and I shared some sweets with him and he turned out to be the most interesting Christian! I've ever spoken to.
As I walked home, I saw my young friend who lives in the neighbourhood. After we'd hugged, I offered her some sweets. She said, "Thanks, I'll have two." That's what I love about my friend -she has no qualms about accepting gifts because she knows she's blessed.
I am infinitely blessed.
I am infinite blessings.
Enocia
Related articles: No Need to Ask; Milking It For All It's Worth; Make Room for Magic and Wonder; On Being Blessed and Being a Blessing; Trust in Love to Sort out the Details
So I was thinking of getting a packet of sweets from my favourite food shop so I could share them with people I meet along the way. The next day a friend I met in the library, gave me a birthday card and in the card was a voucher for the same food shop. Good, my prayer has been answered.
I bought some toffees to share with my mother and with people I meet on my bus journeys. It's quite interesting how people react when you give something away for free. Some of them smile and say no thanks. Some tell me they don't eat sweets.
When I gave a bus driver some he said to me: "I don't know what I've done to deserve it."
I said, "You don't have to have done anything."
I mean, if God only blessed someone based on their good behaviour, I'll have a long wait to receive something from God.
One guy I offered some refused then offered me an unopened packet of mints. Just as I was going to open it and hand it back, he told me to keep the packet. I've heard it said that what you give is multiplied, that was the fastest multiplication I've ever witnessed. As the mints are a tad too strong for my liking, I gave them to my mother.
Later at the bookshop, I offered a customer a toffee and we ended up chatting about his career in catering where he used to work in restaurants that were frequented by celebrities. He's off work at the moment after an accident and thinking of launching his catering career. He even offered to buy me coffee but I declined as it was getting late.
On the way home, a guy sat next to me and I shared some sweets with him and he turned out to be the most interesting Christian! I've ever spoken to.
As I walked home, I saw my young friend who lives in the neighbourhood. After we'd hugged, I offered her some sweets. She said, "Thanks, I'll have two." That's what I love about my friend -she has no qualms about accepting gifts because she knows she's blessed.
I am infinitely blessed.
I am infinite blessings.
Enocia
Related articles: No Need to Ask; Milking It For All It's Worth; Make Room for Magic and Wonder; On Being Blessed and Being a Blessing; Trust in Love to Sort out the Details
Another Year, Another Cycle
Another year, another cycle has been completed. Today is my birthday.
It's been a wonderful year.
I'm so grateful for the many wonderful experiences Love has brought my way.
I'm so grateful to have lived for 42 years old and still look ageless. Cycles may come and go, but I'll always remain the same.
I look forward to lots more opportunities to love and be loved.
I also look forward to sharing more magic and wonder.
Cheers!
Enocia
Related articles: Love Alerts; Nothing Really Changes; A Day to Remember; It's My Birthday!
It's been a wonderful year.
I'm so grateful for the many wonderful experiences Love has brought my way.
I'm so grateful to have lived for 42 years old and still look ageless. Cycles may come and go, but I'll always remain the same.
I look forward to lots more opportunities to love and be loved.
I also look forward to sharing more magic and wonder.
Cheers!
Enocia
Related articles: Love Alerts; Nothing Really Changes; A Day to Remember; It's My Birthday!
Friday, 22 August 2008
Another Wake Up Call
Last night I watched a documentary on television called Extraordinary People: A Woman with Giant Legs about a woman with "Proteus Syndrome" which makes her legs grow enormous compared to the rest of her body. Doctors don't know why her legs keep expanding and their only advise is for her to have both legs amputated, which will mean she would be stuck in a wheel chair. The woman, accompanied by her best friend, travelled to America to see if the experts could offer her a better options like prosthetic legs if she does go through with the amputations.
Despite her "disability" she still keeps going. She's got a degree, she can drive, she does charity work, and she keeps optimistic. At the end of the documentary we're left wondering what happens to her next. Does she go with the surgery or does she keep her legs?
As I was watching the documentary I kept wondering why she was going through that experience? Why am I watching this documentary in the first place?
This morning as I was waiting for the bus, I chatted to an elderly lady in her seventies or eighties who lives in the neighbourhood. She said how much things have changed over the years. She said in the past, around April or May, people would put away their winter clothing and bedding in preparation for summer and won't get them out again till in October or November. Now, you can't be sure because the weather has changed. No two days are the same.
As we were chatting, another woman turned up. She smiled and I returned her smile. The friend I was speaking to said hello and asked her how she was and she said she's still got her aches and pains. Now this woman has got a reputation for driving people away because she's constantly complaining. She told my friend she must feel the same way about her pain.
My friend said to the woman: "Did you watch that documentary last night about that young lady with giant legs?"
"No."
"Well, you should have seen it. This woman could hardly move but you didn't hear her complaining, she just got on with it."
The other woman said nothing and looked pensive.
When the bus arrived, I sat next to my friend and we discussed the documentary. My friend said the documentary had inspired her. She said if the other woman who is constantly complaining knew how much pain she's in, she wouldn't complain the way she does. My friend said whenever she's tempted to complain about her lot in life, she thinks of someone worse off. She said once she met a woman in the neighbourhood who she helped to get to the bus stop. She said the woman can hardly walk and yet she always carries with her sweets and chocolates to give to others. That woman is always in a good mood.
It would seem that the woman in the documentary is serving a purpose - inspiring others to never give up.
Enocia
Related articles: Love is All in All - Part 2; Wake Up Call; Everything Has a Purpose; I Would Rather Be Grateful, Thank You; Not All Suffering Is
Despite her "disability" she still keeps going. She's got a degree, she can drive, she does charity work, and she keeps optimistic. At the end of the documentary we're left wondering what happens to her next. Does she go with the surgery or does she keep her legs?
As I was watching the documentary I kept wondering why she was going through that experience? Why am I watching this documentary in the first place?
This morning as I was waiting for the bus, I chatted to an elderly lady in her seventies or eighties who lives in the neighbourhood. She said how much things have changed over the years. She said in the past, around April or May, people would put away their winter clothing and bedding in preparation for summer and won't get them out again till in October or November. Now, you can't be sure because the weather has changed. No two days are the same.
As we were chatting, another woman turned up. She smiled and I returned her smile. The friend I was speaking to said hello and asked her how she was and she said she's still got her aches and pains. Now this woman has got a reputation for driving people away because she's constantly complaining. She told my friend she must feel the same way about her pain.
My friend said to the woman: "Did you watch that documentary last night about that young lady with giant legs?"
"No."
"Well, you should have seen it. This woman could hardly move but you didn't hear her complaining, she just got on with it."
The other woman said nothing and looked pensive.
When the bus arrived, I sat next to my friend and we discussed the documentary. My friend said the documentary had inspired her. She said if the other woman who is constantly complaining knew how much pain she's in, she wouldn't complain the way she does. My friend said whenever she's tempted to complain about her lot in life, she thinks of someone worse off. She said once she met a woman in the neighbourhood who she helped to get to the bus stop. She said the woman can hardly walk and yet she always carries with her sweets and chocolates to give to others. That woman is always in a good mood.
It would seem that the woman in the documentary is serving a purpose - inspiring others to never give up.
Enocia
Related articles: Love is All in All - Part 2; Wake Up Call; Everything Has a Purpose; I Would Rather Be Grateful, Thank You; Not All Suffering Is
What is Stamina?
The other day I took a walk with a friend. When I saw her yesterday she said it had taken her two days to recover from our walk, which made me laugh. I teased her that we'd only walked down the road. I said I can walk for miles and not get tired. She said she's not like me, she needs time to recover.
Hmmm, and there was I planning to take her to my favourite park. I'd better scrap that idea then.
Later I got thinking about stamina. Is it possible I can walk for miles without getting tired because I have the stamina for it?
Do me a favour! I don't even have the stamina to wash the dishes without feeling exhausted, let alone going on long hikes. What helps me is I let God do everything.
Letting God do everything is rather like getting in a car and being driven to my destination. I'm hardly going to feel tired when I'm not doing any work, am I?
God doesn't play favourites. We can all ask for God's infinite power to express through us.
I have no stamina, I have God.
Enocia
Related articles: The Secret of Eternal Youth - Revisited; Water, Water Everywhere But Not a Drop to Drink; Reliving the Joy - Part 2; How Sweet!; Can We All Play?; You Do It!; Fitting a Square Peg into a Round Hole
Hmmm, and there was I planning to take her to my favourite park. I'd better scrap that idea then.
Later I got thinking about stamina. Is it possible I can walk for miles without getting tired because I have the stamina for it?
Do me a favour! I don't even have the stamina to wash the dishes without feeling exhausted, let alone going on long hikes. What helps me is I let God do everything.
Letting God do everything is rather like getting in a car and being driven to my destination. I'm hardly going to feel tired when I'm not doing any work, am I?
God doesn't play favourites. We can all ask for God's infinite power to express through us.
I have no stamina, I have God.
Enocia
Related articles: The Secret of Eternal Youth - Revisited; Water, Water Everywhere But Not a Drop to Drink; Reliving the Joy - Part 2; How Sweet!; Can We All Play?; You Do It!; Fitting a Square Peg into a Round Hole
Love Alerts
A friend asked me today if I could put him on my blog alert so he can be notified every time I post an article on my blog.
It got me thinking of the Infinite Love Alert that I have built within me. I have observed that every time there is an opportunity that I will enjoy, Infinite Love sends me an alert. A lot of the time it's not even something I would even have considered, but Love lets me know anyway, and it always turns out to be wonderful and something I enjoy. Here's one such example.
For the last four years I've been attending Open House London, which is when a lot of buildings that are usually closed to the public are open so people can explore their architecture. I never seem to remember the actual weekend but every time, without fail, I'm alerted when to go.
The first time "Open House London" was brought to my attention was when I was walking past a historical building called House of St Barnabas, which had a long queue of people outside. I asked someone why they were queuing up and I was told there was a guided tour. So I joined them. As the guide was giving us the tour of the house, in my mind's eye I saw a woman with a long skirt tumbling down the stairs. Just at that moment, the guide told us that people in the olden days used to get their skirts caught around the edges. I realised I was seeing the past. I decided to tune out of that reality as I wasn't interested in ghost hunting.
The next time I went to "Open House London" was when someone approached me and asked if I fancied going on a tour of Christopher Wren church buildings in the city of London. (Christopher Wren designed St Paul's Cathedral). I was delighted to join the tour.
Last year while I was travelling on the bus on my way to meet up a friend for lunch, I eavesdropped someone speaking on her mobile about "Open House London," which alerted me that it was taking place on that same day. When my friend and I went to a cafe, we sat next to two women who had an "Open House London" brochure. They told us they had just explored the United Grand Lodge of England building. As neither of us had been there before, my friend and I decided to explore the building, which was very interesting.
Yesterday I noticed a woman with this year's "Open House London" brochure which alerted me that it was coming up soon. Given that it's four weeks away, I was quite surprised I had been alerted so soon. I picked up a brochure to browse. It felt overwhelming going through it as there are so many buildings to see. I decided I was going to trust that the building that wants my attention will make itself known.
Later I went to the bookshop. While I was browsing, I had the "Open House London" brochure beside me. A man sat on the sofa next to me and asked if he could have a look at the brochure as he wanted to check whether the building he works in, The Stables Art Gallery in Neasden, has been listed. It turns out my friend is the manager of that gallery. As I'm not familiar with that area of London, I decided it was worth paying a visit to that building on the day. My friend also recommended other areas of interests in the Neasden area including the Underground Bunker and the Hindu Temple, which is meant to be the largest Hindu temple outside of India. Aha, so that's why I was alerted so soon about "Open House London" so I could connect with my friend at the bookshop.
As my friend and I chatted, I was reminded of another time I'd chatted to him briefly at the bookshop. He had made me laugh. He said he was very fortunate to have had a job doing what he loves; he's an artist, an art teacher and been running the art gallery. He said he's at a point when he's about to retire from his job at the gallery and wants to explore who he is. We chatted about the magic and power of Love. He said he believed Love brought his parents together even though one was Jewish and the other Gentile. He said he's a product of that marriage. We chatted until his partner arrived and joined us on the sofa. She focused on playing crosswords in the newspaper while I continued to chat to her boyfriend. Now and again she asked us to help with her crosswords. My friends even shared some of their chocolates with me. It was lovely to make new friends.
Thank you, Love, for your constant alerts. You always link me up with people I resonate with and introduce me to experiences I love. I can't wait to explore Neasden.
Enocia
Related articles: Life is Like a Box of Chocolates; California Dreaming; Love Conquers All; Ghost Haunters; God is in the Details; What a Treat!; Inexhaustible Love; The Love Sensor
It got me thinking of the Infinite Love Alert that I have built within me. I have observed that every time there is an opportunity that I will enjoy, Infinite Love sends me an alert. A lot of the time it's not even something I would even have considered, but Love lets me know anyway, and it always turns out to be wonderful and something I enjoy. Here's one such example.
For the last four years I've been attending Open House London, which is when a lot of buildings that are usually closed to the public are open so people can explore their architecture. I never seem to remember the actual weekend but every time, without fail, I'm alerted when to go.
The first time "Open House London" was brought to my attention was when I was walking past a historical building called House of St Barnabas, which had a long queue of people outside. I asked someone why they were queuing up and I was told there was a guided tour. So I joined them. As the guide was giving us the tour of the house, in my mind's eye I saw a woman with a long skirt tumbling down the stairs. Just at that moment, the guide told us that people in the olden days used to get their skirts caught around the edges. I realised I was seeing the past. I decided to tune out of that reality as I wasn't interested in ghost hunting.
The next time I went to "Open House London" was when someone approached me and asked if I fancied going on a tour of Christopher Wren church buildings in the city of London. (Christopher Wren designed St Paul's Cathedral). I was delighted to join the tour.
Last year while I was travelling on the bus on my way to meet up a friend for lunch, I eavesdropped someone speaking on her mobile about "Open House London," which alerted me that it was taking place on that same day. When my friend and I went to a cafe, we sat next to two women who had an "Open House London" brochure. They told us they had just explored the United Grand Lodge of England building. As neither of us had been there before, my friend and I decided to explore the building, which was very interesting.
Yesterday I noticed a woman with this year's "Open House London" brochure which alerted me that it was coming up soon. Given that it's four weeks away, I was quite surprised I had been alerted so soon. I picked up a brochure to browse. It felt overwhelming going through it as there are so many buildings to see. I decided I was going to trust that the building that wants my attention will make itself known.
Later I went to the bookshop. While I was browsing, I had the "Open House London" brochure beside me. A man sat on the sofa next to me and asked if he could have a look at the brochure as he wanted to check whether the building he works in, The Stables Art Gallery in Neasden, has been listed. It turns out my friend is the manager of that gallery. As I'm not familiar with that area of London, I decided it was worth paying a visit to that building on the day. My friend also recommended other areas of interests in the Neasden area including the Underground Bunker and the Hindu Temple, which is meant to be the largest Hindu temple outside of India. Aha, so that's why I was alerted so soon about "Open House London" so I could connect with my friend at the bookshop.
As my friend and I chatted, I was reminded of another time I'd chatted to him briefly at the bookshop. He had made me laugh. He said he was very fortunate to have had a job doing what he loves; he's an artist, an art teacher and been running the art gallery. He said he's at a point when he's about to retire from his job at the gallery and wants to explore who he is. We chatted about the magic and power of Love. He said he believed Love brought his parents together even though one was Jewish and the other Gentile. He said he's a product of that marriage. We chatted until his partner arrived and joined us on the sofa. She focused on playing crosswords in the newspaper while I continued to chat to her boyfriend. Now and again she asked us to help with her crosswords. My friends even shared some of their chocolates with me. It was lovely to make new friends.
Thank you, Love, for your constant alerts. You always link me up with people I resonate with and introduce me to experiences I love. I can't wait to explore Neasden.
Enocia
Related articles: Life is Like a Box of Chocolates; California Dreaming; Love Conquers All; Ghost Haunters; God is in the Details; What a Treat!; Inexhaustible Love; The Love Sensor
Thursday, 21 August 2008
Life is Like a Box of Chocolates
In response to my friend's cartoon called, #83 - Did Forrest Gump have a li'l sis?, I emailed him, paraphrasing Forrest Gump:
"Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what idiotic comment you're going to hear next." :-)
Well the good news is the Universe heard my comment about chocolate because a friend came into the library and gave me a bar of chocolate biscuit, which I thought was a lovely treat.
I love Forrest Gump.
Enocia
Related articles: Expect the Unexpected; What a Treat!; Staying True to Love
"Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what idiotic comment you're going to hear next." :-)
Well the good news is the Universe heard my comment about chocolate because a friend came into the library and gave me a bar of chocolate biscuit, which I thought was a lovely treat.
I love Forrest Gump.
Enocia
Related articles: Expect the Unexpected; What a Treat!; Staying True to Love
California Dreaming
So I asked one of the library staff where he'd been as I haven't seen him for a few weeks. He said he had been away to California to visit his wife's relatives who live in San Francisco. He said it was a lot warmer that it is now.
A few hours later when I went to the ladies (toilet) I noticed a woman with a booklet for Open House London, a weekend in September where a lot of buildings are open to the public to enable visitors to explore their architecture. I asked the lady where she'd got the booklet and she told me. I told her I've been attending "Open House London" for the last three years. I noticed the woman had an American accent. I asked her where she was from and she said California. She said she's had to carry her jacket while she's been over here because no two days are the same.
Speaking of which, my uncle is in California at the moment visiting his daughter.
I wish the weather could be California weather. I reckon I've got my California lyrics mixed up. I must be dreaming.
Enocia
Related articles: Like Attracts Like; The Wonder of Dreaming; Dreaming the Weather; What a Treat!"
A few hours later when I went to the ladies (toilet) I noticed a woman with a booklet for Open House London, a weekend in September where a lot of buildings are open to the public to enable visitors to explore their architecture. I asked the lady where she'd got the booklet and she told me. I told her I've been attending "Open House London" for the last three years. I noticed the woman had an American accent. I asked her where she was from and she said California. She said she's had to carry her jacket while she's been over here because no two days are the same.
Speaking of which, my uncle is in California at the moment visiting his daughter.
I wish the weather could be California weather. I reckon I've got my California lyrics mixed up. I must be dreaming.
Enocia
Related articles: Like Attracts Like; The Wonder of Dreaming; Dreaming the Weather; What a Treat!"
I Can See Clearly Now
During my bus journey I had a vision. I saw that the bus was filled with light beings. Every single space was filled with angelic beings who said they were my helpers. Even the passengers lost their human forms and were simply transparent beings of light.
When I looked outside I saw all space was filled with these light entities. I saw all humans as transparent beings of light. I was given a view into my body and I saw my body was filled with light beings whose roles were to ensure that body works perfectly.
In fact, all time, all space, and all realms is filled with these light beings who are always present. They are here to assist us in our day to day activities and to remind us of who we are as Light.
And another thing, I was shown that when I see people as who they really are as Light, they act as their true selves.
Thank you to all my friends of Light for your love, support, friendships and blessings.
Enocia
Related articles: Love is All in All - Part 2; The Secret of Eternal Youth - Revisited; The Fixers; Angels of Light; Beyond the Veil; My Friends of Love-Light
When I looked outside I saw all space was filled with these light entities. I saw all humans as transparent beings of light. I was given a view into my body and I saw my body was filled with light beings whose roles were to ensure that body works perfectly.
In fact, all time, all space, and all realms is filled with these light beings who are always present. They are here to assist us in our day to day activities and to remind us of who we are as Light.
And another thing, I was shown that when I see people as who they really are as Light, they act as their true selves.
Thank you to all my friends of Light for your love, support, friendships and blessings.
Enocia
Related articles: Love is All in All - Part 2; The Secret of Eternal Youth - Revisited; The Fixers; Angels of Light; Beyond the Veil; My Friends of Love-Light
Love is All in All - Part 2
Is there such a reality as evil or does evil exist if one believes in evil?
I believe in the allness of God/Love i.e. because God/Love exists in all time, all space, and all realities, there is no room for anything unlike God. However, I've also experienced that there are realities that oppose God's allness and love. That which opposes Love is what I consider to be evil.
How is it possible for there to be any reality that opposes God's love such as fear when God exists everywhere?
The way I see it, that which opposes God is a nothing but can feel very real. It's rather like going into a dark room and switching on the light which gets rid of the darkness. That which opposes God is the equivalent of a shadowy nothing.
What is this shadowy nothing and how does it manifest in every day experience?
The purpose of the shadow is to distract from the truth of reality of God's love, light and allness. The world as we experience it is full of shadows, that's why there are disasters, wars and the likes. Shadows feed off people's fears and misperceptions of Truth.
I remember once when I was with my then boyfriend. When we came across his friend I'd never met before, he didn't introduce us. Because I was feeling insecure about our relationship, I read this as a sign that he wasn't prepared to acknowledge our relationship in public. I went through a lot of emotions at the time. After his friend had left, I asked him why he hadn't introduced us. He said he couldn't remember his friend's name. The moment I heard the truth, all the emotions were dissolved. As you can see, my perception of the situation was the nothing, a shadow, trying to distract me from the truth of my boyfriend's love.
On my way home on the bus yesterday evening, I felt this immense love and gratitude for everything and everyone. I was very aware that there was no other but Love/God. I even hummed a song I had made up as a reminder of My Beloved/Love's omnipresence. As I walked home I continued to hum the song.
When I arrived home, I noticed the living room was partly in darkness and my mother was in the kitchen. I said hello and asked her how she was. Then I went to the bathroom. When I switched on the light and looked at myself in the mirror, I could only see part of my face. This can't be happening, there is only Love here. Yet my vision got worse and I had a feeling I was about to experience a migraine.
I told mum how I was feeling. I went to sit in the living room and closed my eyes. I continued to pray reminding myself that God is all in all and that this experience is not of God.
Another symptom I used to have with a migraine was that I would have temporary amnesia i.e. I would only have awareness but have no comprehension about things and couldn't engage in a conversation. If you were to ask me what 1+1 was I couldn't tell you because I wouldn't know what numbers were. Nor could I even pray because I wouldn't know what prayer was. This time, I continued to realise God's presence: God is all in all. I could hear the television in the background and could understand what was being said. When my mother asked me how I was feeling I was able to speak to her without drawing a blank. She asked if I wanted to have some food she'd prepared and I said I would love some.
When I used to have migraines, food would be the last thing on my mind. I would also feel nauseous and even have stomach upset. This time, I was able to eat and finished all the food. After I had finished washing the dishes, I noticed my vision was still impaired so I sat down with my eyes closed and listened to the television. I could feel part of my head throbbing. I decided to have an early night and continued to call on My Beloved and thanked Him for looking after me.
In the middle of the night when I woke up to drink some water, I realised the headache had been dissolved. This morning my mother told me how surprised she was when I'd eaten last night because she remembered how I used to feel when I had migraines.
There is no other power, no other law, no other presence, no other reality but God. Anything unlike God is merely a shadowy nothing trying to distract from the truth of Love.
Love is all in all.
Enocia
Related articles: Freewill? Do Me a Favour!; The Secret of Eternal Youth - Revisited; Love is All in All ; No Judgment; Switch the Light On; My Beloved; Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is; Nothing Cannot Harm You; Is There a Devil?; It is All Nothing!
I believe in the allness of God/Love i.e. because God/Love exists in all time, all space, and all realities, there is no room for anything unlike God. However, I've also experienced that there are realities that oppose God's allness and love. That which opposes Love is what I consider to be evil.
How is it possible for there to be any reality that opposes God's love such as fear when God exists everywhere?
The way I see it, that which opposes God is a nothing but can feel very real. It's rather like going into a dark room and switching on the light which gets rid of the darkness. That which opposes God is the equivalent of a shadowy nothing.
What is this shadowy nothing and how does it manifest in every day experience?
The purpose of the shadow is to distract from the truth of reality of God's love, light and allness. The world as we experience it is full of shadows, that's why there are disasters, wars and the likes. Shadows feed off people's fears and misperceptions of Truth.
I remember once when I was with my then boyfriend. When we came across his friend I'd never met before, he didn't introduce us. Because I was feeling insecure about our relationship, I read this as a sign that he wasn't prepared to acknowledge our relationship in public. I went through a lot of emotions at the time. After his friend had left, I asked him why he hadn't introduced us. He said he couldn't remember his friend's name. The moment I heard the truth, all the emotions were dissolved. As you can see, my perception of the situation was the nothing, a shadow, trying to distract me from the truth of my boyfriend's love.
On my way home on the bus yesterday evening, I felt this immense love and gratitude for everything and everyone. I was very aware that there was no other but Love/God. I even hummed a song I had made up as a reminder of My Beloved/Love's omnipresence. As I walked home I continued to hum the song.
When I arrived home, I noticed the living room was partly in darkness and my mother was in the kitchen. I said hello and asked her how she was. Then I went to the bathroom. When I switched on the light and looked at myself in the mirror, I could only see part of my face. This can't be happening, there is only Love here. Yet my vision got worse and I had a feeling I was about to experience a migraine.
I told mum how I was feeling. I went to sit in the living room and closed my eyes. I continued to pray reminding myself that God is all in all and that this experience is not of God.
Another symptom I used to have with a migraine was that I would have temporary amnesia i.e. I would only have awareness but have no comprehension about things and couldn't engage in a conversation. If you were to ask me what 1+1 was I couldn't tell you because I wouldn't know what numbers were. Nor could I even pray because I wouldn't know what prayer was. This time, I continued to realise God's presence: God is all in all. I could hear the television in the background and could understand what was being said. When my mother asked me how I was feeling I was able to speak to her without drawing a blank. She asked if I wanted to have some food she'd prepared and I said I would love some.
When I used to have migraines, food would be the last thing on my mind. I would also feel nauseous and even have stomach upset. This time, I was able to eat and finished all the food. After I had finished washing the dishes, I noticed my vision was still impaired so I sat down with my eyes closed and listened to the television. I could feel part of my head throbbing. I decided to have an early night and continued to call on My Beloved and thanked Him for looking after me.
In the middle of the night when I woke up to drink some water, I realised the headache had been dissolved. This morning my mother told me how surprised she was when I'd eaten last night because she remembered how I used to feel when I had migraines.
There is no other power, no other law, no other presence, no other reality but God. Anything unlike God is merely a shadowy nothing trying to distract from the truth of Love.
Love is all in all.
Enocia
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Wednesday, 20 August 2008
Now That's Entertainment!
A week ago a new Reality TV show called Maestro where eight celebrities are being trained to become conductors and the winner will conduct an orchestra at Proms in the Park in a few weeks.
I have to say this series is pure genius on two levels. One, it's another opportunity to demonstrate that it needn't take years to accomplish a particular skill. All it takes is discipline, focus and the willingness to nurture that particular talent within.
On the next level, conducting symbolise how the ONE conducts the movement of universe. In last night's programme, the two contestants who I thought were outstanding showed how you have to be one with what you are doing. Goldie was so at one with the Energy of the orchestra and the music; and as he pulled the Energy back and forth the orchestra moved with him. I even felt myself moving with all of them. Sue Perkins was also brilliant the way she took command at such a fast tempo.
It seems to me that we always conducting anyway. For instance, people communicate by gesticulation, facial expressions and body language, which is another way of conducting the flow of the conversation.
Thank you, BBC, for such an excellent programme! It's definitely the crème de la crème of Reality TV shows.
Enocia
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I have to say this series is pure genius on two levels. One, it's another opportunity to demonstrate that it needn't take years to accomplish a particular skill. All it takes is discipline, focus and the willingness to nurture that particular talent within.
On the next level, conducting symbolise how the ONE conducts the movement of universe. In last night's programme, the two contestants who I thought were outstanding showed how you have to be one with what you are doing. Goldie was so at one with the Energy of the orchestra and the music; and as he pulled the Energy back and forth the orchestra moved with him. I even felt myself moving with all of them. Sue Perkins was also brilliant the way she took command at such a fast tempo.
It seems to me that we always conducting anyway. For instance, people communicate by gesticulation, facial expressions and body language, which is another way of conducting the flow of the conversation.
Thank you, BBC, for such an excellent programme! It's definitely the crème de la crème of Reality TV shows.
Enocia
Related articles: Only One Here!; Life is a Symphony; Taking Command; Flying by the Seat of Your Pants; Continuous Play
Freewill? Do Me a Favour!
We're all meant to be experiencing life according to our freewill, aren't we? Is this really true?
Last night I woke up and heard my mother coughing. Even though the door was shut I could still hear her and I felt my sleep was being disturbed. So I realised Love's omnipresence and that there is no other law but that of Love. Then I " sent" her love and wished her a peaceful sleep. She stopped coughing and fell asleep. When I woke up this morning she was still fast asleep which is very unusual for her as she likes waking up early.
You could argue that I was infringing on my mother's freewill. It's her right to be open to beliefs about cold and cough if she wants to. Yes, she has that right. I also have the right to sleep in peace. I'm sure my mother preferred to sleep in peace than spend the night coughing.
Here's another example. When I was on the bus the other day, a man came on and sat behind me. He had a can of beer with him, even though alcohol has been banned on all public transports. He was coughing and he didn't feel pleasant at all, like he was "possessed" or something. Passengers sitting close by swapped seats. I didn't feel like swapping seats. So I affirmed the Truth, as I see it, that Love is all there is. In other words, the man sitting behind me is Love. After that I wasn't bothered by him. He got off a few stops later.
My point is I don't mind people expressing their freewill as long as they're aware that when they enter my "space" they're going to lose their right to freewill and be under the law of Love which transmutes anything that doesn't resonate to match with Love's frequency.
Enocia
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Last night I woke up and heard my mother coughing. Even though the door was shut I could still hear her and I felt my sleep was being disturbed. So I realised Love's omnipresence and that there is no other law but that of Love. Then I " sent" her love and wished her a peaceful sleep. She stopped coughing and fell asleep. When I woke up this morning she was still fast asleep which is very unusual for her as she likes waking up early.
You could argue that I was infringing on my mother's freewill. It's her right to be open to beliefs about cold and cough if she wants to. Yes, she has that right. I also have the right to sleep in peace. I'm sure my mother preferred to sleep in peace than spend the night coughing.
Here's another example. When I was on the bus the other day, a man came on and sat behind me. He had a can of beer with him, even though alcohol has been banned on all public transports. He was coughing and he didn't feel pleasant at all, like he was "possessed" or something. Passengers sitting close by swapped seats. I didn't feel like swapping seats. So I affirmed the Truth, as I see it, that Love is all there is. In other words, the man sitting behind me is Love. After that I wasn't bothered by him. He got off a few stops later.
My point is I don't mind people expressing their freewill as long as they're aware that when they enter my "space" they're going to lose their right to freewill and be under the law of Love which transmutes anything that doesn't resonate to match with Love's frequency.
Enocia
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Only One Here! - Part 2
Yesterday I asked a friend in America, who I've been exchanging emails with, if he could send me his picture. He said he didn't have a recent photo and sent me one from his drivers' licence.
Today I received an email from him. He said his daughter-in-law had forwarded some pictures taken recently with him and his family.
Was this simply a coincidence?
Pah, what coincidence! There is no such thing! It simply demonstrates there is only One in all.
When I asked for a picture, the One inspired my friend's daughter-in-law to send those photos to him, which he forwarded to me.
I've said it once and I'll say it again, there's only One here!
Enocia
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Today I received an email from him. He said his daughter-in-law had forwarded some pictures taken recently with him and his family.
Was this simply a coincidence?
Pah, what coincidence! There is no such thing! It simply demonstrates there is only One in all.
When I asked for a picture, the One inspired my friend's daughter-in-law to send those photos to him, which he forwarded to me.
I've said it once and I'll say it again, there's only One here!
Enocia
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Tuesday, 19 August 2008
Ours is Not to Reason Why
During my bus journey the driver announced that the bus wasn't going to go all the way as planned but was stopping about half an hour before the final destination. OK, I'll just have to catch another bus, I thought. Even though the bus was packed full and chances are the next bus wouldn't be able to accommodate all the passengers, I wasn't bothered. I knew that Love was in control. It's all good.
When we arrived at the last stop, the driver asked us to get off. We all piled out of the bus and stood at the bus stop. Then another driver turned up and said we could all get back on board as he was going to take us to our destination.
It's not up to me to reason the whys and wherefores of London Buses, but to accept that there is only one Power in charge; and that all things work out for good.
Enocia
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When we arrived at the last stop, the driver asked us to get off. We all piled out of the bus and stood at the bus stop. Then another driver turned up and said we could all get back on board as he was going to take us to our destination.
It's not up to me to reason the whys and wherefores of London Buses, but to accept that there is only one Power in charge; and that all things work out for good.
Enocia
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The Secret of Eternal Youth - Revisited
While I was travelling on the bus I noticed a boy getting on with his mother. It's difficult to tell how old he was, as he was taller than his mother, but I guessed he was around ten or eleven. There was something very serene about him. He didn't seem to have a care in the world. Another thing that struck me about him was his angelic features. His face was utter perfection. I could see him as a child model; and with his features, there wouldn't be any need for them to airbrush his photographs. He sat down and his mother remained standing until they reached their stop.
I've seen lots of kids with that similar serene expression as that boy. A lot of babies have it and they look so peaceful and full of joy. Is it any wonder kids look so peaceful when a lot of them don't have a care in the world? I'm reminded of Jesus’ teaching in the Bible:
Except ye be converted, and become as little children, ye shall not enter into the kingdom of heaven. Matthew 18: 3
Does this mean we are to simply focus on being playful, doing only what we love, and avoid taking on responsibilities?
As a child I was taught there was a time to work and a time to play. If given a choice I would have chosen daydreaming, reading, sleeping, watching television and playing over school any time. However, I was taught that life comes with responsibilities such as going to school, doing household chores, and taking care of our pets. The rest of the time was for sleeping, eating and playing.
As adults, we're meant to be responsible citizens, perform our civic duties, contribute our talents to society, be obedient to the laws of society, and bring up kids who will form tomorrow's society. If you can find the time you can squeeze in your hobbies and spend time with friends and loved ones. In the meantime, while you're busy being responsible citizens, all that angelic beauty and joy you had as a child is replaced by worry lines, weight gain, hair loss and wrinkles.
Back to the quote from the Bible, what does Jesus really mean that unless we become like children we cannot enter the "kingdom of heaven." Where is this "kingdom of heaven" anyway? I believe the kingdom is simply an inner state when I'm expressing my True Self as love, peace, wisdom, harmony, joy, abundance etc. It's a life that is lived with ease, joy and wonder, just like kids. In the kingdom there is no room for worry.
But how can I follow my joy when I've got responsibilities and commitments? Surely in order to be in joy, I need to have the financial freedom to do so.
Let's look at what "responsibility" means for me.
I only have one real responsibility which is to shine my Light or express my Love. No one can express my Light but me. My light is the way I express my talent; my piece of the human jigsaw.
In order to shine my light I have to let go of the need for control and trust that the ONE who has called me to shine my Light has already provided the ways and means for me to express myself. This means being like a child who has no real responsibilities apart from household chores. The child doesn't worry about his health, shelter, clothes, education, career etc, because he knows that they are always going to be met anyway. The child is free to be himself.
In the same respect, as a child of the Universe, all I have to do is express my Joy and trust that the Father/Mother Universe who knows my needs and what I'm here to achieve will meet them accordingly. In other words, I am to take "no thought" about: my career path; my relationships; where I should live; my finances; my health; all areas of my life. I am to simply trust in my all-loving, all-wise, and all-powerful Cosmic Parents to take charge of all areas of my life. My only responsibility is to be open for the Universe to express through me as my unique talent(s) to the human experience.
Imagine a reality where you're no longer in control of anything? Imagine a life where Infinite Power is doing everything on your behalf. In other words, letting the Infinite Power do the work whether I am writing, cleaning, cooking, having a shower, walking, eating...everything. Imagine a life where all your burdens have been lifted. When you live a life without the cares of the world, you're bound to look as angelic as that boy I saw on the bus.
The secret of eternal youth is to stop trying to control your life by using force or mental means but to let Spirit take over. Then people start to wonder why you're looking so young. Some even ask you to share your beauty tips. You smile and say, "I don't have any beauty tips, I simply let God take care of the details."
Enocia
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I've seen lots of kids with that similar serene expression as that boy. A lot of babies have it and they look so peaceful and full of joy. Is it any wonder kids look so peaceful when a lot of them don't have a care in the world? I'm reminded of Jesus’ teaching in the Bible:
Except ye be converted, and become as little children, ye shall not enter into the kingdom of heaven. Matthew 18: 3
Does this mean we are to simply focus on being playful, doing only what we love, and avoid taking on responsibilities?
As a child I was taught there was a time to work and a time to play. If given a choice I would have chosen daydreaming, reading, sleeping, watching television and playing over school any time. However, I was taught that life comes with responsibilities such as going to school, doing household chores, and taking care of our pets. The rest of the time was for sleeping, eating and playing.
As adults, we're meant to be responsible citizens, perform our civic duties, contribute our talents to society, be obedient to the laws of society, and bring up kids who will form tomorrow's society. If you can find the time you can squeeze in your hobbies and spend time with friends and loved ones. In the meantime, while you're busy being responsible citizens, all that angelic beauty and joy you had as a child is replaced by worry lines, weight gain, hair loss and wrinkles.
Back to the quote from the Bible, what does Jesus really mean that unless we become like children we cannot enter the "kingdom of heaven." Where is this "kingdom of heaven" anyway? I believe the kingdom is simply an inner state when I'm expressing my True Self as love, peace, wisdom, harmony, joy, abundance etc. It's a life that is lived with ease, joy and wonder, just like kids. In the kingdom there is no room for worry.
But how can I follow my joy when I've got responsibilities and commitments? Surely in order to be in joy, I need to have the financial freedom to do so.
Let's look at what "responsibility" means for me.
I only have one real responsibility which is to shine my Light or express my Love. No one can express my Light but me. My light is the way I express my talent; my piece of the human jigsaw.
In order to shine my light I have to let go of the need for control and trust that the ONE who has called me to shine my Light has already provided the ways and means for me to express myself. This means being like a child who has no real responsibilities apart from household chores. The child doesn't worry about his health, shelter, clothes, education, career etc, because he knows that they are always going to be met anyway. The child is free to be himself.
In the same respect, as a child of the Universe, all I have to do is express my Joy and trust that the Father/Mother Universe who knows my needs and what I'm here to achieve will meet them accordingly. In other words, I am to take "no thought" about: my career path; my relationships; where I should live; my finances; my health; all areas of my life. I am to simply trust in my all-loving, all-wise, and all-powerful Cosmic Parents to take charge of all areas of my life. My only responsibility is to be open for the Universe to express through me as my unique talent(s) to the human experience.
Imagine a reality where you're no longer in control of anything? Imagine a life where Infinite Power is doing everything on your behalf. In other words, letting the Infinite Power do the work whether I am writing, cleaning, cooking, having a shower, walking, eating...everything. Imagine a life where all your burdens have been lifted. When you live a life without the cares of the world, you're bound to look as angelic as that boy I saw on the bus.
The secret of eternal youth is to stop trying to control your life by using force or mental means but to let Spirit take over. Then people start to wonder why you're looking so young. Some even ask you to share your beauty tips. You smile and say, "I don't have any beauty tips, I simply let God take care of the details."
Enocia
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Monday, 18 August 2008
Only One Here!
It's a funny thing traffic lights. I've observed that when I'm waiting to cross the road, sometimes the lights change very quickly and sometimes they seem to take forever. What's going on there?
Hold that thought!
The other day I came out of the supermarket with two heavy bags of shopping. I intended to cross over the road to catch my bus home. As I was waiting for the lights to change, I noticed my bus turning round the corner. Oh no, hold that bus!
Then I thought to myself: "There's only One here!"
This means the same Intelligence moving that bus is the same Intelligence controlling the traffic light, the way I move, and controlling everything. When the lights changed I had all the time in the world to walk across the road to the bus stop where the bus was already waiting for passengers to get on board.
On another bus journey, I noticed my next bus was waiting at the bus stop but I wasn't sure whether it was still waiting or about to move off. I had a feeling the drivers were changing shifts. I decided to stay on the bus and catch the one behind two stops down at the bus station.
At the next stop, the driver waited at the stop for a few minutes. It was taking so long that I almost fretted that the one behind would overtake us, but I stood firm in what I knew to be true.
"There's only One here!"
In other words, the One Intelligence in me is the same Intelligence driving the bus I'm in, driving the one behind, and in all passengers. I have all the time in the world to catch my next bus.
When the bus finally moved off, I had all the time in the world to arrive at the local bus station, get off the bus, sit and wait for my next bus, which arrived a minute or so later.
Back to my original question about why traffic lights seem to take ages to change or change quickly, the lights are simply synchronising with my intention at the time. I always find when I'm being delayed, there's always a very good reason.
When you realise there is only ONE Intelligence operating in all, there's no need to worry about a thing. You relax and know you've got all the time in the world.
There's only One here!
Enocia
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Hold that thought!
The other day I came out of the supermarket with two heavy bags of shopping. I intended to cross over the road to catch my bus home. As I was waiting for the lights to change, I noticed my bus turning round the corner. Oh no, hold that bus!
Then I thought to myself: "There's only One here!"
This means the same Intelligence moving that bus is the same Intelligence controlling the traffic light, the way I move, and controlling everything. When the lights changed I had all the time in the world to walk across the road to the bus stop where the bus was already waiting for passengers to get on board.
On another bus journey, I noticed my next bus was waiting at the bus stop but I wasn't sure whether it was still waiting or about to move off. I had a feeling the drivers were changing shifts. I decided to stay on the bus and catch the one behind two stops down at the bus station.
At the next stop, the driver waited at the stop for a few minutes. It was taking so long that I almost fretted that the one behind would overtake us, but I stood firm in what I knew to be true.
"There's only One here!"
In other words, the One Intelligence in me is the same Intelligence driving the bus I'm in, driving the one behind, and in all passengers. I have all the time in the world to catch my next bus.
When the bus finally moved off, I had all the time in the world to arrive at the local bus station, get off the bus, sit and wait for my next bus, which arrived a minute or so later.
Back to my original question about why traffic lights seem to take ages to change or change quickly, the lights are simply synchronising with my intention at the time. I always find when I'm being delayed, there's always a very good reason.
When you realise there is only ONE Intelligence operating in all, there's no need to worry about a thing. You relax and know you've got all the time in the world.
There's only One here!
Enocia
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Life is a Symphony
I believe life is a symphony that is occurring in infinite movements that lasts for eternity. Infinite Love/the ONE is not only the conductor, HE is the instruments, the musicians, the music being expressed, and the rhythm of the music.
In an orchestra, the conductor can direct the flow and rhythm of music by eye and hand movements, facial expression, and emotions. I believe one way the ONE guides the flow of the Universe is through the use of time. For instance, my date and time of birth was when the Conductor indicated that it was time for me to contribute my own unique tune to the concert. Now and again there are rhythm changes when I'm required to step back and simply enjoy the movement. At the right time, the ONE Cosmic Conductor indicates that it's time to move the tempo of the music. That is when I'm inspired to join in the flow.
Just because there are times when I'm resting doesn't mean I'm not actively participating in the music. As I am part of the Conductor, the music, the musicians and the instruments, I am always participating in the symphony whether I'm playing an instrument or not.
The wonderful thing about the Symphony is that I don't need to be concerned about how it's unfolding, all I have to do is simply know my oneness with the music and trust in the Cosmic Conductor who will always let me know when the tempo is about to change or when to play my instrument.
I'm receiving a sign that the tempo is about to change in my life experience. However the music unfolds, I know it will sound even more wonderful because that's the nature of the symphony - wonder and love.
I am the Symphony.
Enocia
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In an orchestra, the conductor can direct the flow and rhythm of music by eye and hand movements, facial expression, and emotions. I believe one way the ONE guides the flow of the Universe is through the use of time. For instance, my date and time of birth was when the Conductor indicated that it was time for me to contribute my own unique tune to the concert. Now and again there are rhythm changes when I'm required to step back and simply enjoy the movement. At the right time, the ONE Cosmic Conductor indicates that it's time to move the tempo of the music. That is when I'm inspired to join in the flow.
Just because there are times when I'm resting doesn't mean I'm not actively participating in the music. As I am part of the Conductor, the music, the musicians and the instruments, I am always participating in the symphony whether I'm playing an instrument or not.
The wonderful thing about the Symphony is that I don't need to be concerned about how it's unfolding, all I have to do is simply know my oneness with the music and trust in the Cosmic Conductor who will always let me know when the tempo is about to change or when to play my instrument.
I'm receiving a sign that the tempo is about to change in my life experience. However the music unfolds, I know it will sound even more wonderful because that's the nature of the symphony - wonder and love.
I am the Symphony.
Enocia
Related articles: Love is All in All; Love Conquers All; Taking Command; Timing; Being the Music
Love is All in All
Infinite Love has always been and will always be. This Love is my real self and true nature. To activate love all I need to do is live with the awareness that Love is all and in all. Another way Love's presence can be activated is having an object of affection.
When I got on the bus I noticed a young couple with two dogs. I sat behind them. After a while two women and a girl got on board and they sat next to the young man. The girl asked about the dogs. The man said he and his friend were dog-sitting. The dog next to the man was a Rottweiler puppy (4 months old) but the dog was already quite big. Her name was Lady. I found it rather amusing to meet a dog called Lady because in my email exchanges to a dear friend, just for a laugh I address her as "Lady." The girl and one woman stroked Lady and she loved the attention. The other dog, an adult toy Poodle, also wanted some attention. So he trotted over and the woman and the girl petted her. Other passengers sitting close by were grinning at the dogs who couldn't get enough of the love being poured on them. We all chatted like old friends.
Suddenly at the corner of my eyes I noticed a wasp buzzing around. It came close to me. I thought to myself, "Awww, the wasp also wants some attention." I was going to mention the wasp but something told me to keep quiet. Not everyone feels the way I do about wasps as I know some people find them scary. I'm not surprised as I've been stung twice by wasps. I continued to enjoy the love until the couple and the dogs got off at one stop, and the women and the girl at the next.
Now that there were fewer passengers, I decided to swap seats for one with more leg-room. Soon another couple got on board. The woman was carrying a bouquet of flowers and her partner had what looked like a box of chocolate. I wondered where they were going and if it was someone's birthday.
During the journey I stared out of the window. I felt something crawling on my head which made it feel ticklish. I waved it away and realised it was my friend, the wasp. It crawled on the window next to me. I thought it was quite cute close up. Why was I ever scared of such a cute little thing? At the time I had been living under the illusion that Love had an opposing power. When I realised God's allness and there was no room for anything but God's love, I stopped being scared of wasps because I knew I shared the same self as all wasps - Love. Now I just see wasps as playful loving creatures serving their own purpose.
After a few minutes, the woman with the flowers got up and sat opposite me. She said she'd just noticed a wasp and was very scared of them. I assured her the wasp wasn't going to sting her. It was probably drawn to her flowers. I asked her where she and her boyfriend were off to and she said they were on their way to a barbecue. I said at least the weather was perfect for it. While we were chatting, she forgot about the wasp. She even sat next to me.
At some point during the journey, three lads in their late teens got on board and sat behind us. One of them took an instant dislike to the wasp and squashed it. That was the end of my brief love affair with my wasp friend.
The good news is the Love that had been activated in that bus by people's admiration for the dogs, and my love for the wasp, is ever present. Love is always present whether there is someone to express through or not.
Where there is only love, there is nothing to fear.
Enocia
Related articles: Love is All in All - Part 2; Which Came First - the Chicken or the Egg?; The Magic Formula; Just in Case; Harmless Fun; No Judgment; No Fear!; Activating Love; There is Only One Power; The One Self in All
When I got on the bus I noticed a young couple with two dogs. I sat behind them. After a while two women and a girl got on board and they sat next to the young man. The girl asked about the dogs. The man said he and his friend were dog-sitting. The dog next to the man was a Rottweiler puppy (4 months old) but the dog was already quite big. Her name was Lady. I found it rather amusing to meet a dog called Lady because in my email exchanges to a dear friend, just for a laugh I address her as "Lady." The girl and one woman stroked Lady and she loved the attention. The other dog, an adult toy Poodle, also wanted some attention. So he trotted over and the woman and the girl petted her. Other passengers sitting close by were grinning at the dogs who couldn't get enough of the love being poured on them. We all chatted like old friends.
Suddenly at the corner of my eyes I noticed a wasp buzzing around. It came close to me. I thought to myself, "Awww, the wasp also wants some attention." I was going to mention the wasp but something told me to keep quiet. Not everyone feels the way I do about wasps as I know some people find them scary. I'm not surprised as I've been stung twice by wasps. I continued to enjoy the love until the couple and the dogs got off at one stop, and the women and the girl at the next.
Now that there were fewer passengers, I decided to swap seats for one with more leg-room. Soon another couple got on board. The woman was carrying a bouquet of flowers and her partner had what looked like a box of chocolate. I wondered where they were going and if it was someone's birthday.
During the journey I stared out of the window. I felt something crawling on my head which made it feel ticklish. I waved it away and realised it was my friend, the wasp. It crawled on the window next to me. I thought it was quite cute close up. Why was I ever scared of such a cute little thing? At the time I had been living under the illusion that Love had an opposing power. When I realised God's allness and there was no room for anything but God's love, I stopped being scared of wasps because I knew I shared the same self as all wasps - Love. Now I just see wasps as playful loving creatures serving their own purpose.
After a few minutes, the woman with the flowers got up and sat opposite me. She said she'd just noticed a wasp and was very scared of them. I assured her the wasp wasn't going to sting her. It was probably drawn to her flowers. I asked her where she and her boyfriend were off to and she said they were on their way to a barbecue. I said at least the weather was perfect for it. While we were chatting, she forgot about the wasp. She even sat next to me.
At some point during the journey, three lads in their late teens got on board and sat behind us. One of them took an instant dislike to the wasp and squashed it. That was the end of my brief love affair with my wasp friend.
The good news is the Love that had been activated in that bus by people's admiration for the dogs, and my love for the wasp, is ever present. Love is always present whether there is someone to express through or not.
Where there is only love, there is nothing to fear.
Enocia
Related articles: Love is All in All - Part 2; Which Came First - the Chicken or the Egg?; The Magic Formula; Just in Case; Harmless Fun; No Judgment; No Fear!; Activating Love; There is Only One Power; The One Self in All
Saturday, 16 August 2008
Sir Penguin
One thing I love about life, all things are possible including a penguin that was recently knighted.
"Sir Nils Olav, a resident of Edinburgh Zoo, was given his honour on behalf of King Harald of Norway in today's ceremony attended by 130 Norwegian Royal Guardsmen."
For the full story see Penguin on parade: The day they knighted a very special bird
Long live the penguin!
Enocia
Related articles: Thinking Outside the Box!; Why Did the Chicken Cross the Road?; Give It Some Welly!
"Sir Nils Olav, a resident of Edinburgh Zoo, was given his honour on behalf of King Harald of Norway in today's ceremony attended by 130 Norwegian Royal Guardsmen."
For the full story see Penguin on parade: The day they knighted a very special bird
Long live the penguin!
Enocia
Related articles: Thinking Outside the Box!; Why Did the Chicken Cross the Road?; Give It Some Welly!
Love Conquers All
I wrote in a piece recently about my Spirit Team members who I'm connected with at Soul level and share a common purpose with. I said the way I know how someone is part of my team is I look for signs like: "colour, numbers, words, sounds, how they express their joy, how I feel when I'm with them, or I listen to my heart." The moment I notice a sign that resonates I know that person is part of my team. Sometimes even when the obvious signs are there, there are apparent obstacles such as belief, tradition, social mores etc that try to get in the way of connecting with one's Spirit Team member. The good news is Love conquers all.
Here's one such example.
I met a friend recently in the library. At first we didn't speak as both of us were focused on what we were doing. One day I had a packet of sweets and I offered her some. After that we started chatting. The day we actually "connected" was on the 8 August 2008. I was very excited on that day because 8 is very significant for me. She said her mother's birthday was on 8 August. I asked her how old she was and she said she was 44. 4 + 4 = 8, which is another sign.
She asked me about what I was writing and I told her. We talked about our beliefs. She's a Christian. I told her I don't follow any religion but believe in God's allness. As we'd had similar upbringing, I was curious to find out more about her. We planned to go out soon to have a proper chat. Yesterday, was the day.
At first my friend couldn't accept my belief in God because, according to her Christian beliefs, the only way to have a full relationship with God is through His son, Jesus Christ. I told her while I do appreciate Jesus' teachings, Christianity is not for me. My friend insisted that I was missing out as God can only be experienced through the Son. I told her she was seeing through a Christian paradigm, a model. All religions have their own paradigms. A paradigm is the equivalent of me seeing the world through a purple filter, while my friend sees through a red filter. As long as we're both seeing through our particular filters, we are not going to fully understand one another. The only way to connect is to let go of our filters.
I took my friend to the Tate Modern a gallery that has a collection of modern and contemporary art. As my friend had never been to that gallery, it was fun to explore this gallery afresh. I asked my friend what type of art she wanted to explore. After looking at some of paintings, we rested on the comfy sofa to have a chat. Then we shared life experiences and what we enjoyed doing. Both of us discovered that in our spiritual "path", we had both gone through a similar process of "stripping."
The stripping process is when you lose everything you hold dear i.e. material possessions, health, relationships, career, home, beliefs and you're feeling down and out. It's a time that can feel very insecure and even frightening. Then God, Love, Spirit, your True Self (or whatever Higher Power you believe in) starts moulding you according to HIS will in order that HE can express HIS purpose through you. During that process you get to realise who you truly are. When people go through this process of stripping, their natural reaction is to either try to fix their old relationships and make things work; or they replace everything they've lost with new stuff, new ideas, new people, new career, new home, etc. While it is natural to replace the old with the new, if what you've replaced the vacuum with is not in harmony with your True Self, you're going to end up back to square one because that incongruence will create the same disturbance where you end up losing everything. It is at that point when people come to a place of complete surrender and obedience to the will of Spirit. Then, and only then, can the True Self/Spirit express as each individual.
My friend told me that ever since she was a child she'd always dreamed of becoming a solicitor. When my friend was one step away from becoming a solicitor the "call" came for her to abandon that path and follow another path. She's now studying occupational health therapy. She says she hasn't got a clue why she has chosen that path. People who don't understand the "stripping" process or are not willing to be obedient to Spirit think she's crazy for giving up on her dream career. I told my friend how I went through a similar process of stripping where I lost everything and had to give up my job, income, relationships, everything and had to come to place of surrender and let God unfold as me. The only thing that has been consistent has been my love for writing, which is now being used to share my experiences about the wonder of life. It's wonderful to meet someone I can discuss this process with who understands; and vice versa.
As we walked back from the gallery, I told my friend that I believed we were meant to meet. I said it was Love that brought us together and it didn't matter that we didn't share the same beliefs. My friend agreed; Love's purpose is to unite not separate.
I look forward to connecting and reuniting with my Spirit Team members, my Real family in love.
Love conquers race, class, culture, religion, creed, doctrines, dogma, tradition and social mores.
Enocia
Related articles: My Spirit Team; Happy 888!; Reunion; Love is All That Matters; Journey into the Future; Kindred Spirit; No Chance!; Surrender to Love - Revisited; Is Parenthood a Calling?; Nothing Can Separate Me from Love; Love is Forever; Let Go and Let All; Filters; The Point of No Return; Love Dissolves Grudges; Resistance is Futile; The Transmuting Fire of Love; The Way of No Way
Here's one such example.
I met a friend recently in the library. At first we didn't speak as both of us were focused on what we were doing. One day I had a packet of sweets and I offered her some. After that we started chatting. The day we actually "connected" was on the 8 August 2008. I was very excited on that day because 8 is very significant for me. She said her mother's birthday was on 8 August. I asked her how old she was and she said she was 44. 4 + 4 = 8, which is another sign.
She asked me about what I was writing and I told her. We talked about our beliefs. She's a Christian. I told her I don't follow any religion but believe in God's allness. As we'd had similar upbringing, I was curious to find out more about her. We planned to go out soon to have a proper chat. Yesterday, was the day.
At first my friend couldn't accept my belief in God because, according to her Christian beliefs, the only way to have a full relationship with God is through His son, Jesus Christ. I told her while I do appreciate Jesus' teachings, Christianity is not for me. My friend insisted that I was missing out as God can only be experienced through the Son. I told her she was seeing through a Christian paradigm, a model. All religions have their own paradigms. A paradigm is the equivalent of me seeing the world through a purple filter, while my friend sees through a red filter. As long as we're both seeing through our particular filters, we are not going to fully understand one another. The only way to connect is to let go of our filters.
I took my friend to the Tate Modern a gallery that has a collection of modern and contemporary art. As my friend had never been to that gallery, it was fun to explore this gallery afresh. I asked my friend what type of art she wanted to explore. After looking at some of paintings, we rested on the comfy sofa to have a chat. Then we shared life experiences and what we enjoyed doing. Both of us discovered that in our spiritual "path", we had both gone through a similar process of "stripping."
The stripping process is when you lose everything you hold dear i.e. material possessions, health, relationships, career, home, beliefs and you're feeling down and out. It's a time that can feel very insecure and even frightening. Then God, Love, Spirit, your True Self (or whatever Higher Power you believe in) starts moulding you according to HIS will in order that HE can express HIS purpose through you. During that process you get to realise who you truly are. When people go through this process of stripping, their natural reaction is to either try to fix their old relationships and make things work; or they replace everything they've lost with new stuff, new ideas, new people, new career, new home, etc. While it is natural to replace the old with the new, if what you've replaced the vacuum with is not in harmony with your True Self, you're going to end up back to square one because that incongruence will create the same disturbance where you end up losing everything. It is at that point when people come to a place of complete surrender and obedience to the will of Spirit. Then, and only then, can the True Self/Spirit express as each individual.
My friend told me that ever since she was a child she'd always dreamed of becoming a solicitor. When my friend was one step away from becoming a solicitor the "call" came for her to abandon that path and follow another path. She's now studying occupational health therapy. She says she hasn't got a clue why she has chosen that path. People who don't understand the "stripping" process or are not willing to be obedient to Spirit think she's crazy for giving up on her dream career. I told my friend how I went through a similar process of stripping where I lost everything and had to give up my job, income, relationships, everything and had to come to place of surrender and let God unfold as me. The only thing that has been consistent has been my love for writing, which is now being used to share my experiences about the wonder of life. It's wonderful to meet someone I can discuss this process with who understands; and vice versa.
As we walked back from the gallery, I told my friend that I believed we were meant to meet. I said it was Love that brought us together and it didn't matter that we didn't share the same beliefs. My friend agreed; Love's purpose is to unite not separate.
I look forward to connecting and reuniting with my Spirit Team members, my Real family in love.
Love conquers race, class, culture, religion, creed, doctrines, dogma, tradition and social mores.
Enocia
Related articles: My Spirit Team; Happy 888!; Reunion; Love is All That Matters; Journey into the Future; Kindred Spirit; No Chance!; Surrender to Love - Revisited; Is Parenthood a Calling?; Nothing Can Separate Me from Love; Love is Forever; Let Go and Let All; Filters; The Point of No Return; Love Dissolves Grudges; Resistance is Futile; The Transmuting Fire of Love; The Way of No Way
Friday, 15 August 2008
Wake Up Call
As my mother and I were walking to the bus stop, we noticed a woman who lives in the neighbourhood. She said hello and walked behind us. I presumed she was going to catch the same bus as us. As we approached the bus stop, I asked her how she was. She said she wasn't feeling well and was in a lot of pain. She said people with arthritis don't get a look in. She even heard it on the news that they were bottom in the list of the medical priority. She mentioned a neighbour whom she feels sorry for because she's in the same predicament. In thought I blessed her with love. I could see her attention was directed at my mother and tried to draw her in but mum was having none of it. Other people waiting at the stop remained silent. When our bus arrived, I sat in front beside my mother and the woman sat at the back, on her own.
Since I've known this woman, she's been talking about her aches and pains. Whenever I've travelled on the bus with her, I've always wished her well. She's told me how much she likes being around me. The next time I see her she's back in the same frame of mind. I've heard people in the neighbourhood avoid her because they find her depressing to be around.
I believe every single moment there is a Voice of Love who is constantly reminding us of our identity as beings of love and light, and for us to wake up from our dreams. The Voice also speaks through others. But if you're too focused on dreaming of pain or identifying yourself as pain, you're not going to be open to hear the Voice of Love.
The good news is Love never gives up on anyone. I believe our neighbour is constantly receiving love to help wake her up from her dream.
Love and light to all.
Enocia
Related articles: Impact - Revisited; Stuck Record; A Cry for Help; My Real Home; Showing Mercy; If Not Now, How About Now?; Identity Crises and Wake-Up Calls; The Work of Love
Since I've known this woman, she's been talking about her aches and pains. Whenever I've travelled on the bus with her, I've always wished her well. She's told me how much she likes being around me. The next time I see her she's back in the same frame of mind. I've heard people in the neighbourhood avoid her because they find her depressing to be around.
I believe every single moment there is a Voice of Love who is constantly reminding us of our identity as beings of love and light, and for us to wake up from our dreams. The Voice also speaks through others. But if you're too focused on dreaming of pain or identifying yourself as pain, you're not going to be open to hear the Voice of Love.
The good news is Love never gives up on anyone. I believe our neighbour is constantly receiving love to help wake her up from her dream.
Love and light to all.
Enocia
Related articles: Impact - Revisited; Stuck Record; A Cry for Help; My Real Home; Showing Mercy; If Not Now, How About Now?; Identity Crises and Wake-Up Calls; The Work of Love
Thursday, 14 August 2008
Listen to Your Heart
I've been feeling a lot of activity around the heart area; not in a physical sense more energetically. It feels rather like when my stomach is churning away but in a good way.
My heart is awake and it's Her way of expressing how happy she is. I've noticed that when I'm doing or sharing what I love, I feel my heart getting really excited. When I'm still, I feel her reaching out to others to communicate her joy.
The saying: "listen to your heart" makes so much sense. My heart is always communicating and all I have to do is listen and feel how She is feeling. As I'm writing this I can feel her jumping for joy.
I love you beloved, heart. Thank you for speaking to me and being here for me.
Enocia
Related articles: Doing What Comes Natural - Revisited; Where the Heart Is - Part 2; Practise Makes Perfect; Earth is All Heart; My Heart Goes Out to You; Heart of Gold; The Inner Heart; Are You Ruled By the Heart or Mind?; Sealing the Door
My heart is awake and it's Her way of expressing how happy she is. I've noticed that when I'm doing or sharing what I love, I feel my heart getting really excited. When I'm still, I feel her reaching out to others to communicate her joy.
The saying: "listen to your heart" makes so much sense. My heart is always communicating and all I have to do is listen and feel how She is feeling. As I'm writing this I can feel her jumping for joy.
I love you beloved, heart. Thank you for speaking to me and being here for me.
Enocia
Related articles: Doing What Comes Natural - Revisited; Where the Heart Is - Part 2; Practise Makes Perfect; Earth is All Heart; My Heart Goes Out to You; Heart of Gold; The Inner Heart; Are You Ruled By the Heart or Mind?; Sealing the Door
Impact - Revisited
When I hopped on my last bus, I noticed it was quite crowded for that time of evening. I wondered if it was because the tube (underground train) wasn't working and passengers were travelling by bus instead.
On this leg of my journey, I usually sit downstairs as it's only four stops to my destination, but there were no seats available. I knew there were seats upstairs but I couldn't be bothered to go upstairs. I decided to stand for the rest of the journey.
At the last stop, which is also a tube station, I heard a member of staff announcing that the tubes were suspended because of a passenger under a train, which is their polite way of saying: someone has attempted or committed suicide by jumping in front of a tube.
As I walked home, I thought of how one person's action affects the whole including the victim's family and friends, the tube driver, the tube driver's friends and family, tube passengers, the underground network, and bus passengers. I sent love to everyone.
Later as I was having a shower, I had the thought: "Is it really true that one person's action can affect everyone?"
It all depends really.
I know how hard it can feel when you lose someone close to you. Yes, in essence we are Love and that never changes. Yes, even if someone appears to die, they are always with you as we are all one in Love. However, when you're used to having a physical relationship with someone, one has to adjust when that relationship changes. Sometimes people feel sad and even have to grieve to get over their loss. When I thought of the victim, I felt sad. I also felt sad for the tube driver. A while back during my bus journey, the bus hit a cyclist. Even though the cyclist was OK, the driver was very upset and I was moved to comfort her. So in that respect, someone's action can affect others.
On the other hand, the only impact the tube passenger's action had on me was the bus was crowded than usual. I could have sat upstairs if I wanted to but I chose to stand. My inner state wasn't affected at all, I was still in my peace. I can't speak for how other passengers were feeling, however.
Back to the question: "Is it really true that one person's action can affect everyone?"
I believe when someone is coming from Love, their act can have a huge impact on the whole; otherwise it's like water off a duck's back.
Love and light to all.
Enocia
Related articles: A Gentle Nudge in the Right Direction; Love is Running Through Me; Emergency Response Unit; Getting Back in the Zone ; Reliving the Joy - Part 2; Break Down in Communication; Nothing Can Dull My Shine; Little Acts of Kindness Last Forever; Comfort; All is One - A Reminder; Love is Forever; Love Always Has the Right of Way; Impact; No Drama; Universal Consciousness; Water Off a Duck's Back
On this leg of my journey, I usually sit downstairs as it's only four stops to my destination, but there were no seats available. I knew there were seats upstairs but I couldn't be bothered to go upstairs. I decided to stand for the rest of the journey.
At the last stop, which is also a tube station, I heard a member of staff announcing that the tubes were suspended because of a passenger under a train, which is their polite way of saying: someone has attempted or committed suicide by jumping in front of a tube.
As I walked home, I thought of how one person's action affects the whole including the victim's family and friends, the tube driver, the tube driver's friends and family, tube passengers, the underground network, and bus passengers. I sent love to everyone.
Later as I was having a shower, I had the thought: "Is it really true that one person's action can affect everyone?"
It all depends really.
I know how hard it can feel when you lose someone close to you. Yes, in essence we are Love and that never changes. Yes, even if someone appears to die, they are always with you as we are all one in Love. However, when you're used to having a physical relationship with someone, one has to adjust when that relationship changes. Sometimes people feel sad and even have to grieve to get over their loss. When I thought of the victim, I felt sad. I also felt sad for the tube driver. A while back during my bus journey, the bus hit a cyclist. Even though the cyclist was OK, the driver was very upset and I was moved to comfort her. So in that respect, someone's action can affect others.
On the other hand, the only impact the tube passenger's action had on me was the bus was crowded than usual. I could have sat upstairs if I wanted to but I chose to stand. My inner state wasn't affected at all, I was still in my peace. I can't speak for how other passengers were feeling, however.
Back to the question: "Is it really true that one person's action can affect everyone?"
I believe when someone is coming from Love, their act can have a huge impact on the whole; otherwise it's like water off a duck's back.
Love and light to all.
Enocia
Related articles: A Gentle Nudge in the Right Direction; Love is Running Through Me; Emergency Response Unit; Getting Back in the Zone ; Reliving the Joy - Part 2; Break Down in Communication; Nothing Can Dull My Shine; Little Acts of Kindness Last Forever; Comfort; All is One - A Reminder; Love is Forever; Love Always Has the Right of Way; Impact; No Drama; Universal Consciousness; Water Off a Duck's Back
ET, You are Already Home!
"Who are you and why are you hiding?
Question:
What if the Aliens are already here,
And walking amongst us
In great numbers?
And have been
For a very long time.
The Pi philosophy has been kept secret from the multitudes for five thousand years. How is that possible? If that could be kept secret, so could the fact that Aliens are secretly amongst us, in great numbers. Maybe there is such a thing as magic. Maybe there are those who can manipulate matter as an act of will… those with their hearts in Atlantis." Book of DALETH
I hear people talk about ETs and alien contacts. Some even believe these aliens or ETs communicate with us through the many crop circles that keep popping up around the world. Is it true that there are aliens circling the globe in their cloaked space ships, biding their time until the right moment when they will make first contact with humans?
Well, I don't believe in any such aliens. I believe the very "aliens" who can manipulate matter and form intricate patterns that appear as crop circles exist right here and now. We are those ETs and aliens passing ourselves off as humans.
When you realise your identify as Mind, which is infinite, you realise that you have infinite potential. What is true for me is true for all as we are all Infinite Mind.
Right now while I’m focused in this reality and playing the game of being human, I'm working at another level creating mind-boggling wonders which could be interpreted as alien activity. I've even had experiences when I've achieved something but not remembered how I did it. How is that possible? Because I, the doer, exists in all time, all space and in all realities. (See the related articles for some of my experiences).
So I don't buy into the idea of these aliens sending messages of hope through channelled material. I believe these messages are coming through all of us as Mind. It is us as Infinite Mind sending ourselves messages of hope. Put another way, it is us as our future and past selves sending messages to us in the present.
I've got good news for you, ET. There's no need for you to phone home; you are already home.
Enocia
Related articles: My Spirit Team; Taking Command; Emergency Response Unit; Journey into the Future; Of Course I am My Body!; A Dream is A Dream is a Dream - Revisited; The Game of Healing and Channelling; Living by the P.E.E. Principle; Thinking Outside the Box; My Past, Present and Future Self; I am into Everything; The Mind Boggles; In Reality; Not a Person; You Rang, Milady?; Universal Dreamers; What is Evolution?; We are All Angels
Question:
What if the Aliens are already here,
And walking amongst us
In great numbers?
And have been
For a very long time.
The Pi philosophy has been kept secret from the multitudes for five thousand years. How is that possible? If that could be kept secret, so could the fact that Aliens are secretly amongst us, in great numbers. Maybe there is such a thing as magic. Maybe there are those who can manipulate matter as an act of will… those with their hearts in Atlantis." Book of DALETH
I hear people talk about ETs and alien contacts. Some even believe these aliens or ETs communicate with us through the many crop circles that keep popping up around the world. Is it true that there are aliens circling the globe in their cloaked space ships, biding their time until the right moment when they will make first contact with humans?
Well, I don't believe in any such aliens. I believe the very "aliens" who can manipulate matter and form intricate patterns that appear as crop circles exist right here and now. We are those ETs and aliens passing ourselves off as humans.
When you realise your identify as Mind, which is infinite, you realise that you have infinite potential. What is true for me is true for all as we are all Infinite Mind.
Right now while I’m focused in this reality and playing the game of being human, I'm working at another level creating mind-boggling wonders which could be interpreted as alien activity. I've even had experiences when I've achieved something but not remembered how I did it. How is that possible? Because I, the doer, exists in all time, all space and in all realities. (See the related articles for some of my experiences).
So I don't buy into the idea of these aliens sending messages of hope through channelled material. I believe these messages are coming through all of us as Mind. It is us as Infinite Mind sending ourselves messages of hope. Put another way, it is us as our future and past selves sending messages to us in the present.
I've got good news for you, ET. There's no need for you to phone home; you are already home.
Enocia
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Wednesday, 13 August 2008
My Spirit Team
In the game show University Challenge students from different universities compete for the coveted prize. Each team has four team members who are experts in their own fields. Together they are formidable.
At the start of each round, a question is asked. Anyone who knows the answer can buzz in. If the answer is correct, the university team has control and are asked three further questions. Team members are allowed to confer, agree on an answer, and the team leader answers the question.
As I was watching a programme the other day, it occurred to me that I belong to a Spirit team. In "University Challenge" team members meet at university where they connect and form their team. I believe the Spirit teams are formed before birth. While each Spirit team member has his/her own area(s) of expertise, they all share a common purpose - to express their Spirit team's excellence.
How do I recognise members of my team?
I look out for signs that resonate with me such as colour, numbers, words, sounds, how they express their joy, how I feel when I'm with them, or I listen to my heart. The moment I notice a sign that resonates, I know I've connected with a team member. Spirit team members can work together either consciously or unconsciously. The duration of the partnerships depend on purpose which can last for a day, a week, a month, a year, lifetimes or eternity.
All my love and gratitude to all my team members. Together we are reigning Cosmic Champions.
Enocia
Related articles: Listen to Your Heart; One Long Jam Session; In Reality; Love is Forever; Living in the Moment; Following My Blueprint; Sleeping Partners; The Body as a Tool to Express Self; Gratitude
At the start of each round, a question is asked. Anyone who knows the answer can buzz in. If the answer is correct, the university team has control and are asked three further questions. Team members are allowed to confer, agree on an answer, and the team leader answers the question.
As I was watching a programme the other day, it occurred to me that I belong to a Spirit team. In "University Challenge" team members meet at university where they connect and form their team. I believe the Spirit teams are formed before birth. While each Spirit team member has his/her own area(s) of expertise, they all share a common purpose - to express their Spirit team's excellence.
How do I recognise members of my team?
I look out for signs that resonate with me such as colour, numbers, words, sounds, how they express their joy, how I feel when I'm with them, or I listen to my heart. The moment I notice a sign that resonates, I know I've connected with a team member. Spirit team members can work together either consciously or unconsciously. The duration of the partnerships depend on purpose which can last for a day, a week, a month, a year, lifetimes or eternity.
All my love and gratitude to all my team members. Together we are reigning Cosmic Champions.
Enocia
Related articles: Listen to Your Heart; One Long Jam Session; In Reality; Love is Forever; Living in the Moment; Following My Blueprint; Sleeping Partners; The Body as a Tool to Express Self; Gratitude
Taking Command
There is a new Reality TV show on television called Maestro, where eight celebrities compete for a place to conduct an orchestra at the BBC Proms in September 2008 in front of 30,000 people. Over the next few weeks, the students will be trained how to conduct an orchestra. Each week the contestants will have to apply what they've learned so far and conduct an orchestra in front of some judges; and one will be eliminated until the final winner is decided.
In the first episode I watched last night, the contestants were given the task to listen to several classical music and were then allocated one to conduct. This gave them an idea about how it feels to conduct. Then each contestant was allocated a mentor to train them. They also went through different training regimes. Finally, the contestants conducted an orchestra in front of the experts.
Even though I know nothing of conducting or about classical music, I could tell which of the conductors were good and which ones needed a lot of work. One conductor was very good technically but she didn't seem to be conducting from the heart; so the music lacked flair. The contestant who was the most outstanding not only took command, he was enjoying himself which inspired the musicians to have fun and perform at their best.
The contestant who was eliminated couldn't control the orchestra at all. Because he wasn't in command, the music was all over the place and it was painful to listen to. His interaction with the musicians reminded me of the odd occasion when I've tried to train a cat to do stuff. The cat has either ignored me or walked away.
I believe that in order to be in control of my life experience, I have to be like a conductor who is in command, can direct how and when a musician plays, and knows how to bring out the best in each performer. I have found this kind of control cannot be achieved at the human level, which can only see part of the story. It has to come from that place of Being, my True Self, the all knowing and all loving presence within. I can then surrender to the True Self and let her guide me knowing that all is working out for good.
Hurray for the BBC for providing a masterpiece of a show! I can't wait to see how all the contestants develop in the show.
Enocia
Related articles: Love is Running Through Me; Letting Nature Take Its Course - Revisited; TLC - Tender Loving Care; When the Fire Goes Out of Control; Surrender to Love - Revisited; The Dog Trainer; Why the Inner Critic is Now My Greatest Ally; Bringing Out the Best of Someone/Something; A Showcase for Greatness; Cosmic Conductor; Through a Glass Darkly
In the first episode I watched last night, the contestants were given the task to listen to several classical music and were then allocated one to conduct. This gave them an idea about how it feels to conduct. Then each contestant was allocated a mentor to train them. They also went through different training regimes. Finally, the contestants conducted an orchestra in front of the experts.
Even though I know nothing of conducting or about classical music, I could tell which of the conductors were good and which ones needed a lot of work. One conductor was very good technically but she didn't seem to be conducting from the heart; so the music lacked flair. The contestant who was the most outstanding not only took command, he was enjoying himself which inspired the musicians to have fun and perform at their best.
The contestant who was eliminated couldn't control the orchestra at all. Because he wasn't in command, the music was all over the place and it was painful to listen to. His interaction with the musicians reminded me of the odd occasion when I've tried to train a cat to do stuff. The cat has either ignored me or walked away.
I believe that in order to be in control of my life experience, I have to be like a conductor who is in command, can direct how and when a musician plays, and knows how to bring out the best in each performer. I have found this kind of control cannot be achieved at the human level, which can only see part of the story. It has to come from that place of Being, my True Self, the all knowing and all loving presence within. I can then surrender to the True Self and let her guide me knowing that all is working out for good.
Hurray for the BBC for providing a masterpiece of a show! I can't wait to see how all the contestants develop in the show.
Enocia
Related articles: Love is Running Through Me; Letting Nature Take Its Course - Revisited; TLC - Tender Loving Care; When the Fire Goes Out of Control; Surrender to Love - Revisited; The Dog Trainer; Why the Inner Critic is Now My Greatest Ally; Bringing Out the Best of Someone/Something; A Showcase for Greatness; Cosmic Conductor; Through a Glass Darkly
A Gentle Nudge in the Right Direction
Although my uncle (my mother's older brother) passed away four years ago, he feels very close to me, even more so than when he was alive. I speak to him in my thoughts and I get a lot of comfort knowing he's always with me. My mother tells me she feels the same way.
During my bus journey this morning, I "spoke" to my uncle in thought. Or rather, he "talked" and I listened. He reminded me of the love and support I am constantly receiving, and how important it is to be true to myself. He also gave me some advice on a project I'm involved in. He said other parties involved in the project need a gentle nudge in the right direction and he's doing the nudging. My uncle assured me everything was working out perfectly.
At the library where I do my writing, everyone has to put their bags through a conveyor belt to be scanned before they are allowed entry into the rest of the building. The conveyor is rather like the ones they have at airports. When I put my bag through, it got stuck inside. As soon as the security guard noticed my bag was stuck, he put a plank behind my bag; and the weight of the plank pushed my bag through the conveyor.
The plank represents the "nudge in the right direction" my uncle was talking about. If I were to depend on human will alone, nothing will ever get done. That's why prayer is very important to me, which gives the added impetus to get things moving along in the right direction.
Thank you for your gentle nudge and being there for me.
Enocia
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During my bus journey this morning, I "spoke" to my uncle in thought. Or rather, he "talked" and I listened. He reminded me of the love and support I am constantly receiving, and how important it is to be true to myself. He also gave me some advice on a project I'm involved in. He said other parties involved in the project need a gentle nudge in the right direction and he's doing the nudging. My uncle assured me everything was working out perfectly.
At the library where I do my writing, everyone has to put their bags through a conveyor belt to be scanned before they are allowed entry into the rest of the building. The conveyor is rather like the ones they have at airports. When I put my bag through, it got stuck inside. As soon as the security guard noticed my bag was stuck, he put a plank behind my bag; and the weight of the plank pushed my bag through the conveyor.
The plank represents the "nudge in the right direction" my uncle was talking about. If I were to depend on human will alone, nothing will ever get done. That's why prayer is very important to me, which gives the added impetus to get things moving along in the right direction.
Thank you for your gentle nudge and being there for me.
Enocia
Related articles: Gift of Love - The Rose; Love is All That Matters; A Little Help From My Friend; Why I Believe in Belief; Doing a T5; The Path of Love; What is Death?; The Visitor; The Power of Prayer
Tuesday, 12 August 2008
The Magic Formula
I believe that in order to work magic there is always a magic formula which the one intending to work magic has to keep repeating either in thought or verbally. I also believe that it's not enough to know the formula, you have to believe in the power of that formula for the magic to work.
I have a magic formula I repeat or think of. I start off by being still then I release the thought: "Love is all there is."
I also have nother variation of the same formula that I repeat every morning. I start off by being still then I think: "This is my day; everything's going my way." By "my day" I mean the day is Love in manifestation. I then let Love unfold the day perfectly according to the law of Love.
The moment I think of the formula, I feel a Presence taking over and my body's vibration changes. I also feel like I'm been plugged into electricity and I feel power surging through me. I believe the Love vibration melts resistance to love. If I've been feeling pain anywhere in my body, I feel the pain being dissolved by Love.
Love also changes my thoughts to resonate with love. I've noticed that my facial expression is a lot softer when I'm thinking of love; and my voice is gentler. People I meet sense that feeling and respond in kind.
Another thing I have observed about Love is that HE is constantly demonstrating our oneness. A few days ago, I forwarded Mary L. Kupferle's article, God is Taking Care of It, to a friend who had asked for prayers. I thought she might find it inspiring.
Two days later, I heard a British Olympian discussing their performance on television. I thought she sounded very much like another friend who lives in Ireland. Although I haven't seen her in a long time, we still keep in touch my email. We always seem to be in tune with one another's vibes. I then noticed my mother was reading a new novel and the author's first name was the same as my friend. I knew my friend was going to email me.
The next day I received a forwarded email from my friend in Ireland with an attachment called: "The Smell of Rain." I found it interesting that the originator of the email stated in her email that she never forwards these kinds of emails but she made an exception in this case as the story was lovely.
The story is about a baby who was born premature. The doctors didn't believe the baby would make it; even if she did, her future would be bleak. And yet, against the odds, the baby did survive. Here's the end of the story:
Five years later, Danae is a petite but feisty young girl. She shows no signs of any mental or physical impairments. But this happy ending is far from the end of her story. One blistering summer afternoon, Danae was sitting in her mother's lap watching her brother's baseball team practice. As always, Danae was chattering non-stop with her mother. Hugging her arms across her chest, Danae asked, "Do you smell that?"
Detecting the approach of a thunderstorm, Diana replied, "Yes, it smells like rain." Still caught in the moment, Danae shook her head, patted her thin shoulders with her small hands and loudly announced, "No, it smells like Him. It smells like God when you lay your head on His chest."
Tears blurred Diana's eyes as Danae then hopped down to play. Her daughter's words confirmed what the Blessing family had known all along. During the first two months of life, when her nerves were too sensitive for them to touch her, God was holding Danae on His chest, and it is His loving scent that she remembers so well. The Smell of Rain
There really is only ONE of us here. I sent an article called "God is taking care of it" and that thought was picked up and inspired another friend to forward the email to my friend, which she sent to me and I have forwarded.
Later I was in two minds whether to walk home or catch the bus. The dark clouds looked like it was going to rain. I thought: "Love is all there is." I could see there was only the ONE Love wearing different masks as people in their business suits and the dark clouds. The clouds now reminded me of a Turner painting; I happen to love Turner's works. In my mind's eye, I could see the artist's paint brush adding more shades of grey. I thought to myself, just because I'm in a painting that looks like it's about to rain doesn't mean it has to rain. Even if it does rain, it's all love anyway. It took me about two and a half hours to walk home. I even explored parts of London I hadn't been to before and there wasn't a single drop of rain.
When I arrived home my mother told me my sister-in-law had brought some food - black eyed beans and some fish stew. I had some with rice. While I was eating I felt my gum was sore and could feel my mouth burning. I thought to myself, this is not right. Love is all there is. There's no way Love would provide this delicious meal on the one hand, and then cause me pain on the other. The moment I had the thought, the pain was dissolved and I enjoyed the food.
Love is all there is. All I need to do is trust that Love to taking care of everything.
Enocia
Related articles: Which Came First - the Chicken or the Egg?; Cravings; Oneness - Revisited; This is My Day! ; Of Course I am My Body!; Living the Magic; The Power of Beliefs; Love is Magic - Part 2; Dissolving Programmes; My Beloved; The Artist; Masks - Part 2; What's the Magic Word?; It's Either Love or Bullshit!
I have a magic formula I repeat or think of. I start off by being still then I release the thought: "Love is all there is."
I also have nother variation of the same formula that I repeat every morning. I start off by being still then I think: "This is my day; everything's going my way." By "my day" I mean the day is Love in manifestation. I then let Love unfold the day perfectly according to the law of Love.
The moment I think of the formula, I feel a Presence taking over and my body's vibration changes. I also feel like I'm been plugged into electricity and I feel power surging through me. I believe the Love vibration melts resistance to love. If I've been feeling pain anywhere in my body, I feel the pain being dissolved by Love.
Love also changes my thoughts to resonate with love. I've noticed that my facial expression is a lot softer when I'm thinking of love; and my voice is gentler. People I meet sense that feeling and respond in kind.
Another thing I have observed about Love is that HE is constantly demonstrating our oneness. A few days ago, I forwarded Mary L. Kupferle's article, God is Taking Care of It, to a friend who had asked for prayers. I thought she might find it inspiring.
Two days later, I heard a British Olympian discussing their performance on television. I thought she sounded very much like another friend who lives in Ireland. Although I haven't seen her in a long time, we still keep in touch my email. We always seem to be in tune with one another's vibes. I then noticed my mother was reading a new novel and the author's first name was the same as my friend. I knew my friend was going to email me.
The next day I received a forwarded email from my friend in Ireland with an attachment called: "The Smell of Rain." I found it interesting that the originator of the email stated in her email that she never forwards these kinds of emails but she made an exception in this case as the story was lovely.
The story is about a baby who was born premature. The doctors didn't believe the baby would make it; even if she did, her future would be bleak. And yet, against the odds, the baby did survive. Here's the end of the story:
Five years later, Danae is a petite but feisty young girl. She shows no signs of any mental or physical impairments. But this happy ending is far from the end of her story. One blistering summer afternoon, Danae was sitting in her mother's lap watching her brother's baseball team practice. As always, Danae was chattering non-stop with her mother. Hugging her arms across her chest, Danae asked, "Do you smell that?"
Detecting the approach of a thunderstorm, Diana replied, "Yes, it smells like rain." Still caught in the moment, Danae shook her head, patted her thin shoulders with her small hands and loudly announced, "No, it smells like Him. It smells like God when you lay your head on His chest."
Tears blurred Diana's eyes as Danae then hopped down to play. Her daughter's words confirmed what the Blessing family had known all along. During the first two months of life, when her nerves were too sensitive for them to touch her, God was holding Danae on His chest, and it is His loving scent that she remembers so well. The Smell of Rain
There really is only ONE of us here. I sent an article called "God is taking care of it" and that thought was picked up and inspired another friend to forward the email to my friend, which she sent to me and I have forwarded.
Later I was in two minds whether to walk home or catch the bus. The dark clouds looked like it was going to rain. I thought: "Love is all there is." I could see there was only the ONE Love wearing different masks as people in their business suits and the dark clouds. The clouds now reminded me of a Turner painting; I happen to love Turner's works. In my mind's eye, I could see the artist's paint brush adding more shades of grey. I thought to myself, just because I'm in a painting that looks like it's about to rain doesn't mean it has to rain. Even if it does rain, it's all love anyway. It took me about two and a half hours to walk home. I even explored parts of London I hadn't been to before and there wasn't a single drop of rain.
When I arrived home my mother told me my sister-in-law had brought some food - black eyed beans and some fish stew. I had some with rice. While I was eating I felt my gum was sore and could feel my mouth burning. I thought to myself, this is not right. Love is all there is. There's no way Love would provide this delicious meal on the one hand, and then cause me pain on the other. The moment I had the thought, the pain was dissolved and I enjoyed the food.
Love is all there is. All I need to do is trust that Love to taking care of everything.
Enocia
Related articles: Which Came First - the Chicken or the Egg?; Cravings; Oneness - Revisited; This is My Day! ; Of Course I am My Body!; Living the Magic; The Power of Beliefs; Love is Magic - Part 2; Dissolving Programmes; My Beloved; The Artist; Masks - Part 2; What's the Magic Word?; It's Either Love or Bullshit!
Going for Gold - Eight
Although I'm not a huge fan of the Olympics, I was quite intrigued when I heard that the American swimmer, Michael Phelps, is going for eight gold medals.
I happen to believe in the number 8. Anyone who is going for eight gold medals has my support.
Go on, my son!
May the Force of the 8 be with you.
Enocia
Related articles: Happy 888!; Eight is the Magic Number
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I happen to believe in the number 8. Anyone who is going for eight gold medals has my support.
Go on, my son!
May the Force of the 8 be with you.
Enocia
Related articles: Happy 888!; Eight is the Magic Number
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Thank You for Keeping Me Posted
A few days ago I heard that the African-American comedian, Bernie Mac, had passed away. Although I've only seen him a few times in his comedy, I didn't know much about him.
As I was walking to the bus stop this morning, I noticed my bus was already at the stop, so I had to run to catch it. When I went upstairs, I noticed someone had left yesterday's "Times" newspaper on a seat, which I picked up. The page had been left open on the Bernie Mac obituary. It's as if the Universe was saying to me, "Well you did want to find out more about Bernie so here's your opportunity to read all about it."
After reading the obituary, which described Bernie's background and acting career, I left the newspaper on the bus.
Thank you, Universe, for keeping me posted.
Enocia
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As I was walking to the bus stop this morning, I noticed my bus was already at the stop, so I had to run to catch it. When I went upstairs, I noticed someone had left yesterday's "Times" newspaper on a seat, which I picked up. The page had been left open on the Bernie Mac obituary. It's as if the Universe was saying to me, "Well you did want to find out more about Bernie so here's your opportunity to read all about it."
After reading the obituary, which described Bernie's background and acting career, I left the newspaper on the bus.
Thank you, Universe, for keeping me posted.
Enocia
Related articles: Kiss, Kiss - Mwa, Mwa!; It's All Good!; The Universe Has Got It Covered; God is in the Details; The Messenger; Cosmic Forces at Work; Breaking News; Ask and You Will Receive; Extra, Extra, Read All About It!
Monday, 11 August 2008
Snail Mail
I heard in the news yesterday about a postcard that was sent 79 years ago but has only just arrived at its destination. See Postcard arrives after 79 years.
How is this possible?
I have a theory that the postcard got sucked into the Bermuda Triangle and ended up in the future, August 2008.
What other reason can there be for such a delay? Unless of course the postcard was being delivered by a snail. Even snails can't be that slow unless of course the snail was sucked into the Bermuda Triangle and came out years later, and had to trudge its way to the destination.
I'm sticking to my "Bermuda Triangle" theory as it's the only logical explanation.
Still at least the postcard got there in the end. Better late than never.
Enocia
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Oops Cartoon by Gene Nelson
Which Came First - the Chicken or the Egg?
In a friend's email she wrote:
"I have areas where I still don't trust and I am praying about that. I think until I am able to give over everything to Trust/Love/All that Is I won't be happy and joyful."
This is how I see it. Happiness and joy are attributes of Love.
When I am feeling love, I am feeling love not because I am trusting in Love, doing what I love, or because someone is being loving or kind to me; I am feeling love because Love is all there is.
Love has always existed and will always exist.
Love is the past, present and future.
Love is the first, last and everything.
Because Love is all there is, Love is, therefore, my nature and is the nature of all.
Because Love is the nature of all, it's natural for me to love, be loving, do what I love, and expect to be loved.
Which came first - the chicken or the egg?
Love.
Love is the chicken and the egg.
Enocia
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"I have areas where I still don't trust and I am praying about that. I think until I am able to give over everything to Trust/Love/All that Is I won't be happy and joyful."
This is how I see it. Happiness and joy are attributes of Love.
When I am feeling love, I am feeling love not because I am trusting in Love, doing what I love, or because someone is being loving or kind to me; I am feeling love because Love is all there is.
Love has always existed and will always exist.
Love is the past, present and future.
Love is the first, last and everything.
Because Love is all there is, Love is, therefore, my nature and is the nature of all.
Because Love is the nature of all, it's natural for me to love, be loving, do what I love, and expect to be loved.
Which came first - the chicken or the egg?
Love.
Love is the chicken and the egg.
Enocia
Related articles: Putting Love First; The Causeless Cause; Love Has No Cause; The One True Cause; The Future is Joy; I'll Be There No Matter What; Revisiting the Causeless Realm; The Uncaused Self
Saturday, 9 August 2008
My Laptop
I have a laptop that is connected to the Internet. I can either choose to work offline or online.
This laptop is me as Mind, my True Self.
My laptop has infinite bytes, infinite software, infinite storage capacity, and infinite memory.
In other words, all that I am, all realities, all that I believe is possible, exist in my consciousness/laptop. This means I am self-sufficient; I do have everything I need; I do have access to all there is. All I need to do is focus on and experience what I have on my laptop.
I am a walking laptop.
10011001 - which means lots of love and light.
Enocia
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This laptop is me as Mind, my True Self.
My laptop has infinite bytes, infinite software, infinite storage capacity, and infinite memory.
In other words, all that I am, all realities, all that I believe is possible, exist in my consciousness/laptop. This means I am self-sufficient; I do have everything I need; I do have access to all there is. All I need to do is focus on and experience what I have on my laptop.
I am a walking laptop.
10011001 - which means lots of love and light.
Enocia
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Friday, 8 August 2008
Happy 888!
If you're like me and nuts about the number 8, then you'll notice that today is an auspicious day. It's the 8th day of the 8th month of 2008!
Time to celebrate our eightness!
Happy 888!
Enocia
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Time to celebrate our eightness!
Happy 888!
Enocia
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Nice Day for It
Sometimes it never rains but it pours.
I started off my day by reading the inspiring note I receive every day from the Thoughts Become Things website. The day's note asked why people find it difficult when people are nice to them as in "I'm soooo happy to see you! I LOVE YOU WITH ALL OF MY HEART!" nice." I thought it was such a nice note.
After I'd read the note, I checked out my Vector8 Writings blog to see if anyone had left a comment. Someone had actually responded to an article I wrote four years ago called What's Wrong with Being Nice?. How nice!
Later while I was working in the library, a friend asked if I fancied taking a break and having a drink with her. I thanked my friend for asking, which I thought was very nice of her, but I said I couldn't stop at the time as I was very engrossed in what I was doing. My friend said she was going away next week for a few months where she would be staying at her mother's place in Nice, in France. I'm so happy for my friend. I'm sure she'll have a nice time in Nice.
In the evening I watched a news report about a woman who was complaining about how some cancer patients are refused drugs because the drugs are too expensive. The report mentioned the organisation NICE (National Institute for Health and Clinical Excellence). (See the following article). That's not very nice!
On this bus this morning I picked up today's Sport Magazine and noticed a picture of a diver with the caption: "A Nice Bit of Blue." Nice!
As I was saying, sometimes it never rains but it pours nice. As always, I intend to have a nice day as in, I'm soooo happy and loving this day, nice.
Hope you all have a nice day too!
Enocia
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I started off my day by reading the inspiring note I receive every day from the Thoughts Become Things website. The day's note asked why people find it difficult when people are nice to them as in "I'm soooo happy to see you! I LOVE YOU WITH ALL OF MY HEART!" nice." I thought it was such a nice note.
After I'd read the note, I checked out my Vector8 Writings blog to see if anyone had left a comment. Someone had actually responded to an article I wrote four years ago called What's Wrong with Being Nice?. How nice!
Later while I was working in the library, a friend asked if I fancied taking a break and having a drink with her. I thanked my friend for asking, which I thought was very nice of her, but I said I couldn't stop at the time as I was very engrossed in what I was doing. My friend said she was going away next week for a few months where she would be staying at her mother's place in Nice, in France. I'm so happy for my friend. I'm sure she'll have a nice time in Nice.
In the evening I watched a news report about a woman who was complaining about how some cancer patients are refused drugs because the drugs are too expensive. The report mentioned the organisation NICE (National Institute for Health and Clinical Excellence). (See the following article). That's not very nice!
On this bus this morning I picked up today's Sport Magazine and noticed a picture of a diver with the caption: "A Nice Bit of Blue." Nice!
As I was saying, sometimes it never rains but it pours nice. As always, I intend to have a nice day as in, I'm soooo happy and loving this day, nice.
Hope you all have a nice day too!
Enocia
Related articles: Like Attracts Like; Nice Cold Milk; Living on Love
Thursday, 7 August 2008
Reunion
A while back as I was walking down a particular street I came across a gorgeous Rag doll cat. I stopped and said hello and gave him (or her) a few strokes and got a bite on my wrist.
Two days ago while I was walking down the same street I thought it would be lovely to see my friend again. He wasn't outside the house I had seen him at. For all I know it wasn't even his home he was just hanging outside. I was sad I had missed my friend.
Yesterday evening as I was walking home I walked down the same street. Who should I see sitting on top of the fence in front of the same house? My friend. So you did hear my call!
He let me stroke him for a minute or so. I then thanked my friend for being there for me.
I love how Love arranges things so perfectly.
Enocia
Related articles: Kiss, Kiss - Mwa, Mwa!; Nothing Can Separate Me from Love; What's New, Pussycat?; Cosmic Forces at Work
Two days ago while I was walking down the same street I thought it would be lovely to see my friend again. He wasn't outside the house I had seen him at. For all I know it wasn't even his home he was just hanging outside. I was sad I had missed my friend.
Yesterday evening as I was walking home I walked down the same street. Who should I see sitting on top of the fence in front of the same house? My friend. So you did hear my call!
He let me stroke him for a minute or so. I then thanked my friend for being there for me.
I love how Love arranges things so perfectly.
Enocia
Related articles: Kiss, Kiss - Mwa, Mwa!; Nothing Can Separate Me from Love; What's New, Pussycat?; Cosmic Forces at Work
Wednesday, 6 August 2008
Nourishment
Over the last two days I've been so engrossed in work that I forgot to drink water. My mother's comment was: "How can anyone forget to drink water?"
"I can."
"Well, it's your body, you can do what you want with it."
Actually, that's not strictly true; I did have a bowl of Weetabix (cereal) and some milk for dinner. Since milk has water, that must count for something.
In my late teens, I used to forget to eat at weekends. The friends I used to hang around with at the time would say: "How can you forget to eat? Don't you know how harmful it is to go without food?"
It felt very natural to me to go for long periods without eating, not because I was deliberately starving myself, but because I was too engrossed in what I was doing to think about food, until we went out for dinner. Eventually, the programme - we need to eat to survive - finally sank in and I followed the crowd, and worried about my food intake.
I now find it very easy to forget to eat or drink when I'm engrossed in doing what I love. Whatever I'm focused on ends up nourishing me.
Love is my nourishment.
Enocia
Related articles: Water, Water Everywhere But Not a Drop to Drink; Living on Love; Do Food Supplements and Diets Work?; The Lost Art of Forgetting
"I can."
"Well, it's your body, you can do what you want with it."
Actually, that's not strictly true; I did have a bowl of Weetabix (cereal) and some milk for dinner. Since milk has water, that must count for something.
In my late teens, I used to forget to eat at weekends. The friends I used to hang around with at the time would say: "How can you forget to eat? Don't you know how harmful it is to go without food?"
It felt very natural to me to go for long periods without eating, not because I was deliberately starving myself, but because I was too engrossed in what I was doing to think about food, until we went out for dinner. Eventually, the programme - we need to eat to survive - finally sank in and I followed the crowd, and worried about my food intake.
I now find it very easy to forget to eat or drink when I'm engrossed in doing what I love. Whatever I'm focused on ends up nourishing me.
Love is my nourishment.
Enocia
Related articles: Water, Water Everywhere But Not a Drop to Drink; Living on Love; Do Food Supplements and Diets Work?; The Lost Art of Forgetting
Kiss, Kiss - Mwa, Mwa!
A few days ago my mother and I discussed social etiquette; or rather, she gave her opinion about it and I listened. She said she's noticed how people kiss each other's cheeks these days, which is not very British. She said British people used to shake hands now everybody seems to be kissing these days. She believed it's because of the European influence.
I believe it's a sure indication that people are getting more and more open to give and receive love from others outside their immediate family and circle of friends. I would like to see everyone exchanging hugs and kisses whether they know each other or not.
The Universe was obviously eavesdropping because two days later I noticed the following article in the "Guardian" about the very same topic. I passed on that section of the newspaper to my mother to read, which she found hilarious.
Thank you, busybody Universe, for bringing the article to my attention.
Kiss, kiss - mwa, mwa!
Enocia
Related articles: Jammy Bugger!; What Are You Like?; Hugs and Kisses; Free Hugs
I believe it's a sure indication that people are getting more and more open to give and receive love from others outside their immediate family and circle of friends. I would like to see everyone exchanging hugs and kisses whether they know each other or not.
The Universe was obviously eavesdropping because two days later I noticed the following article in the "Guardian" about the very same topic. I passed on that section of the newspaper to my mother to read, which she found hilarious.
Thank you, busybody Universe, for bringing the article to my attention.
Kiss, kiss - mwa, mwa!
Enocia
Related articles: Jammy Bugger!; What Are You Like?; Hugs and Kisses; Free Hugs
Monday, 4 August 2008
Doing What Comes Natural - Revisited
A friend wrote in her email:
It seems that writing comes so easily to you Enocia. I often wonder what I am going to write in reply to people's emails.
Part of my response was:
That's because I love writing and I know that's what I'm meant to be doing now that's why it's easy and it feels natural.
When I'm doing what I love I'm in the flow of the Universe and life is easy and effortless. I meet the "right" people and I'm led to do the "right" things, which are all in harmony with my nature. When I'm not being true to myself i.e. going against my nature, life seems like hard work.
While my mother and I were watching television, she switched the channel to a film called Miss Potter based on the author and illustrator, Beatrix Potter. As I'm not into Beatrix Potter, I was going to read but I had a feeling to watch the film as I was going to find it of great value.
After a lot of rejection, Beatrix Potter's animal stories and illustrations are finally accepted by a publisher, who only accepts her work because he believes they will give his younger brother, Norman, who wants to join the family publishing business, something to do. Norman falls in love with Beatrix's writings and illustrations and together they publish her book, which is very successful. Norman and Beatrix fall in love and Norman proposes marriage. Unfortunately, Beatrix's parents are dead set against the union as they believe Norman is not right for Beatrix, and don't want her rushing into marriage and making a huge mistake. Beatrix insists she's going to marry Norman with or without their blessing. Beatrix and her parents come to an arrangement: she agrees to keep their engagement a secret and spend the summer with her parents in the Lake District, where they usually go most summers. If she still feels the same way about Norman after their time apart, her parents will announce their engagement and they eventually get married.
While they're apart, Beatrix and Norman exchange many love letters and share dreams of their future life together.
One day while Beatrix is out for a walk, she comes across William, a childhood friend, who is now a local solicitor. William tells her the farm he used to live in as a child is now up for sale. Beatrix falls in love with the cottage and dreams of spending time there with Norman. She makes arrangements to purchase the farm.
Alas tragedy strikes. Norman is taken ill and dies shortly after, which leaves Beatrix devastated. She eventually picks herself up and moves to the farm at the Lake District and settles into the cottage. She even employs people to run the farm. When another farm in the area is up for sale, she asks her friend, William, to help her to buy that farm. We are told at the end of the film that Beatrix ends up marrying her childhood friend, William.
Beatrix Potter found her treasures in what she loved doing. Through her love of illustrations and story telling she met Norman who helped publish her first book which made her very wealthy. Although her parents were against her marrying Norman, they did her a favour by suggesting she spends the summer with them at the Lake District, where she discovered her dream home and farm. Even though Beatrix went through the tragic loss of her love, everything worked out for good: she got to live in her dream home, live in an environment she loved, be near animals she loved, produce books and illustrations about her beloved animals, and married her childhood friend whom she had shared her stories with as a child.
When I follow my heart, I am not only doing what comes natural, it is where I find my treasures.
Enocia
Related articles: You are An Angel!; Trusting in my Path; Taking the Dog for a Walk; Where the Heart Is - Part 2; Dear God, What is Your Will For Me? - Revisited; Doing What Comes Natural
It seems that writing comes so easily to you Enocia. I often wonder what I am going to write in reply to people's emails.
Part of my response was:
That's because I love writing and I know that's what I'm meant to be doing now that's why it's easy and it feels natural.
When I'm doing what I love I'm in the flow of the Universe and life is easy and effortless. I meet the "right" people and I'm led to do the "right" things, which are all in harmony with my nature. When I'm not being true to myself i.e. going against my nature, life seems like hard work.
While my mother and I were watching television, she switched the channel to a film called Miss Potter based on the author and illustrator, Beatrix Potter. As I'm not into Beatrix Potter, I was going to read but I had a feeling to watch the film as I was going to find it of great value.
After a lot of rejection, Beatrix Potter's animal stories and illustrations are finally accepted by a publisher, who only accepts her work because he believes they will give his younger brother, Norman, who wants to join the family publishing business, something to do. Norman falls in love with Beatrix's writings and illustrations and together they publish her book, which is very successful. Norman and Beatrix fall in love and Norman proposes marriage. Unfortunately, Beatrix's parents are dead set against the union as they believe Norman is not right for Beatrix, and don't want her rushing into marriage and making a huge mistake. Beatrix insists she's going to marry Norman with or without their blessing. Beatrix and her parents come to an arrangement: she agrees to keep their engagement a secret and spend the summer with her parents in the Lake District, where they usually go most summers. If she still feels the same way about Norman after their time apart, her parents will announce their engagement and they eventually get married.
While they're apart, Beatrix and Norman exchange many love letters and share dreams of their future life together.
One day while Beatrix is out for a walk, she comes across William, a childhood friend, who is now a local solicitor. William tells her the farm he used to live in as a child is now up for sale. Beatrix falls in love with the cottage and dreams of spending time there with Norman. She makes arrangements to purchase the farm.
Alas tragedy strikes. Norman is taken ill and dies shortly after, which leaves Beatrix devastated. She eventually picks herself up and moves to the farm at the Lake District and settles into the cottage. She even employs people to run the farm. When another farm in the area is up for sale, she asks her friend, William, to help her to buy that farm. We are told at the end of the film that Beatrix ends up marrying her childhood friend, William.
Beatrix Potter found her treasures in what she loved doing. Through her love of illustrations and story telling she met Norman who helped publish her first book which made her very wealthy. Although her parents were against her marrying Norman, they did her a favour by suggesting she spends the summer with them at the Lake District, where she discovered her dream home and farm. Even though Beatrix went through the tragic loss of her love, everything worked out for good: she got to live in her dream home, live in an environment she loved, be near animals she loved, produce books and illustrations about her beloved animals, and married her childhood friend whom she had shared her stories with as a child.
When I follow my heart, I am not only doing what comes natural, it is where I find my treasures.
Enocia
Related articles: You are An Angel!; Trusting in my Path; Taking the Dog for a Walk; Where the Heart Is - Part 2; Dear God, What is Your Will For Me? - Revisited; Doing What Comes Natural
Saturday, 2 August 2008
Love is Running Through Me
During an email exchange with a friend when I discussed a previous relationship, I started feeling a lot of emotional pain. I thought I had dealt with those feelings; obviously I hadn't and they were coming up at that moment.
During my bus journey home, I was overwhelmed by feelings I hadn't felt in a while. I reminded myself that I am loved and blessed but I wasn't feeling the love or blessing. I was just feeling pain. It reminded me of an encounter I had recently with this woman. I told her how much I loved her outfit and how pretty she looked.
"Thank you, but I don't feel it," she said. "You always look very happy and vibrant."
My friend's appearance represents knowing about Love at an intellectual level. You can know all the Love stuff but if you're not feeling it, it means nothing.
Later when I went home, I didn't have my usual banter with my mother. I spent the night quietly reading and occasionally watching television. Then I went to bed. This morning I told mum why I'd been quiet. I said I was still feeling sad. After listening to me she reminded me that Love is in all things and I should trust that Love is working all things perfectly for good.
I agree with mum that Love is in all things and everything is working out perfectly. I believe in Love, I trust in Love. Yet, why am I still feeling so sad?
Hang on a minute, I am allowed to feel sad! That's what it means to love myself - to allow myself to feel whatever feelings are coming up for me without judgment. I am loving my feelings rather like a mother comforting her distressed child. I am being there for myself. I am loving myself no matter what I'm feeling or thinking.
Back to my email exchange with my friend, she'd written:
"you'll be more than alright. You have love running through you like a stick of seaside rock has writing."
You are so right, darling, I do have love running through me. Thank you, Love, for being there for me. And I love your metaphor, it rocks! ;-)
Enocia
Related articles: You are An Angel!; More about Gifts of Love; Everything Works Out Perfectly; Why the Inner Critic is Now My Greatest Ally; Loving the Sadness; Be Like a Chair
During my bus journey home, I was overwhelmed by feelings I hadn't felt in a while. I reminded myself that I am loved and blessed but I wasn't feeling the love or blessing. I was just feeling pain. It reminded me of an encounter I had recently with this woman. I told her how much I loved her outfit and how pretty she looked.
"Thank you, but I don't feel it," she said. "You always look very happy and vibrant."
My friend's appearance represents knowing about Love at an intellectual level. You can know all the Love stuff but if you're not feeling it, it means nothing.
Later when I went home, I didn't have my usual banter with my mother. I spent the night quietly reading and occasionally watching television. Then I went to bed. This morning I told mum why I'd been quiet. I said I was still feeling sad. After listening to me she reminded me that Love is in all things and I should trust that Love is working all things perfectly for good.
I agree with mum that Love is in all things and everything is working out perfectly. I believe in Love, I trust in Love. Yet, why am I still feeling so sad?
Hang on a minute, I am allowed to feel sad! That's what it means to love myself - to allow myself to feel whatever feelings are coming up for me without judgment. I am loving my feelings rather like a mother comforting her distressed child. I am being there for myself. I am loving myself no matter what I'm feeling or thinking.
Back to my email exchange with my friend, she'd written:
"you'll be more than alright. You have love running through you like a stick of seaside rock has writing."
You are so right, darling, I do have love running through me. Thank you, Love, for being there for me. And I love your metaphor, it rocks! ;-)
Enocia
Related articles: You are An Angel!; More about Gifts of Love; Everything Works Out Perfectly; Why the Inner Critic is Now My Greatest Ally; Loving the Sadness; Be Like a Chair
Oops, She's Done It Again!
I've been emailing articles from one email account to the other. No, I haven't gone completely bonkers, I'm simply collecting articles in the other account that I intend to use in my book.
Today I received an email from a friend regarding one of the articles. He told me how much he could relate to the article. At first I didn't have a clue what he was on about then I realised I had sent him the article in error. Oops! It's not surprising really that my friend had been sent the article in error as his blog happens to be called Oops Cartoon.
Let's look at the bigger picture. What if I had sent my friend the article because Infinite Love/Spirit wanted my friend to know what I've been really up to. Seems to me like someONE is playing tricks on us. HE made me do it, honest! ;-)
I'm reminded of another email I sent a friend recommending a book I thought he would be interested in. The email address turned out to be his friend's which she read. She was interested in the book and she ended up buying it. Since then we've been exchanging constant emails and have become fast friends.
Oops I've done it again, but lots of good has come out of it.
Enocia
Related articles: You are An Angel!; Love is All That Matters; Oops!
Today I received an email from a friend regarding one of the articles. He told me how much he could relate to the article. At first I didn't have a clue what he was on about then I realised I had sent him the article in error. Oops! It's not surprising really that my friend had been sent the article in error as his blog happens to be called Oops Cartoon.
Let's look at the bigger picture. What if I had sent my friend the article because Infinite Love/Spirit wanted my friend to know what I've been really up to. Seems to me like someONE is playing tricks on us. HE made me do it, honest! ;-)
I'm reminded of another email I sent a friend recommending a book I thought he would be interested in. The email address turned out to be his friend's which she read. She was interested in the book and she ended up buying it. Since then we've been exchanging constant emails and have become fast friends.
Oops I've done it again, but lots of good has come out of it.
Enocia
Related articles: You are An Angel!; Love is All That Matters; Oops!
Gift of Love - The Rose
I believe that even when we appear to be apart we are always communicating with one another in spirit. When I have the intention to communicate with someone, all I have to do is listen and I can hear the other speaking to me. I can even feel the other's presence with me.
I have a friend I haven't seen in a while who I love very much, but I still hear him in my thoughts. Two nights ago I felt his presence. He reminded me that despite appearances, he's always with me and will always love me. He said to prove his undying love he was going to send me a rose as he knows how much I love roses. He said when I receive it I'll know it's from him.
Although I've been open about receiving the rose, I've tried not to have expectations about how the rose would come to me.
I've just read the following post at a forum which I'm going to share. The last line of the piece simply blew me away. I knew it was from my friend.
Thank you for the rose and the roses.
I love you forever.
Enocia
Related articles: In Spirit; More about Gifts of Love; Oneness - Revisited; A Rose for a Rose; Nothing Can Separate Me from Love - 2; Love Communication
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Rose
The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt within the heart.
The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn't already know. I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder.
I turned around to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me with a smile that lit up her entire being.
She said, 'Hi handsome. My name is Rose. I'm eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?'
I laughed and enthusiastically responded, 'Of course you may!' and she gave me a giant squeeze.
'Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?' I asked.
She jokingly replied, 'I'm here to meet a rich husband, get married, and have a couple of kids...'
'No seriously,' I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age.
'I always dreamed of having a college education and now I'm getting one!' she told me.
After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate
milkshake.
We became instant friends. Every day for the next three months we would leave class together and talk njava-script. I was always mesmerized listening to this 'time machine' as she shared her wisdom and experience with me.
Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends wherever she went. She loved to dress up and she reveled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up.
At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet. I'll never forget what she taught us. She was introduced and stepped up to the podium. As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her three by five cards on the floor.
Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and simply said, 'I'm sorry I'm so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is killing me! I'll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell you what I know.'
As we laughed she cleared her throat and began, 'We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing.
There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. You have to laugh and find humor every day. You've got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die.
We have so many people walking around who are dead and don't even know it!
There is a huge difference between growing older and growing up.
If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don't do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old. If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I will turn eighty-eight.
Anybody can grow older. That doesn't take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding opportunity in change. Have no regrets.
The elderly usually don't have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those with regrets.'
She concluded her speech by courageously singing 'THE ROSE.'
She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives. At the year's end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those years ago.
One week after graduation Rose died peacefully in her sleep.
Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to the wonderful woman who taught by example that it' s never too late to be all you can possibly be.
God promises a safe landing, not a calm passage. If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it.
'Good friends are like stars.........You don't always see them, but you know they are always there.'
Author unknown
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The Rose - sung by Bette Midler
The rose
Some say love, it is a river, that drowns the tender reed
Some say love, it is a razor, that leaves your soul to bleed
Some say love, it is a hunger, an endless aching need
I say love, it is a flower, and you, its only seed
Its the heart afraid of breaking, that never learns to dance
Its the dream afraid of waking, that never takes the chance
Its the one who wont be taken, the one who cant seem to give
And the soul afraid of dying, that never learns to live
When the night has been too lonely and the road has been too long
And you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong
Just remember that in the winter, far beneath the bitter snow
Lies the seed, that with the suns love in the spring becomes the rose. The Rose, lyrics
I have a friend I haven't seen in a while who I love very much, but I still hear him in my thoughts. Two nights ago I felt his presence. He reminded me that despite appearances, he's always with me and will always love me. He said to prove his undying love he was going to send me a rose as he knows how much I love roses. He said when I receive it I'll know it's from him.
Although I've been open about receiving the rose, I've tried not to have expectations about how the rose would come to me.
I've just read the following post at a forum which I'm going to share. The last line of the piece simply blew me away. I knew it was from my friend.
Thank you for the rose and the roses.
I love you forever.
Enocia
Related articles: In Spirit; More about Gifts of Love; Oneness - Revisited; A Rose for a Rose; Nothing Can Separate Me from Love - 2; Love Communication
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Rose
The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt within the heart.
The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn't already know. I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder.
I turned around to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me with a smile that lit up her entire being.
She said, 'Hi handsome. My name is Rose. I'm eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?'
I laughed and enthusiastically responded, 'Of course you may!' and she gave me a giant squeeze.
'Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?' I asked.
She jokingly replied, 'I'm here to meet a rich husband, get married, and have a couple of kids...'
'No seriously,' I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age.
'I always dreamed of having a college education and now I'm getting one!' she told me.
After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate
milkshake.
We became instant friends. Every day for the next three months we would leave class together and talk njava-script. I was always mesmerized listening to this 'time machine' as she shared her wisdom and experience with me.
Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends wherever she went. She loved to dress up and she reveled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up.
At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet. I'll never forget what she taught us. She was introduced and stepped up to the podium. As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her three by five cards on the floor.
Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and simply said, 'I'm sorry I'm so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is killing me! I'll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell you what I know.'
As we laughed she cleared her throat and began, 'We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing.
There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. You have to laugh and find humor every day. You've got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die.
We have so many people walking around who are dead and don't even know it!
There is a huge difference between growing older and growing up.
If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don't do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old. If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I will turn eighty-eight.
Anybody can grow older. That doesn't take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding opportunity in change. Have no regrets.
The elderly usually don't have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those with regrets.'
She concluded her speech by courageously singing 'THE ROSE.'
She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives. At the year's end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those years ago.
One week after graduation Rose died peacefully in her sleep.
Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to the wonderful woman who taught by example that it' s never too late to be all you can possibly be.
God promises a safe landing, not a calm passage. If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it.
'Good friends are like stars.........You don't always see them, but you know they are always there.'
Author unknown
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The Rose - sung by Bette Midler
The rose
Some say love, it is a river, that drowns the tender reed
Some say love, it is a razor, that leaves your soul to bleed
Some say love, it is a hunger, an endless aching need
I say love, it is a flower, and you, its only seed
Its the heart afraid of breaking, that never learns to dance
Its the dream afraid of waking, that never takes the chance
Its the one who wont be taken, the one who cant seem to give
And the soul afraid of dying, that never learns to live
When the night has been too lonely and the road has been too long
And you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong
Just remember that in the winter, far beneath the bitter snow
Lies the seed, that with the suns love in the spring becomes the rose. The Rose, lyrics
Friday, 1 August 2008
You are An Angel!
The first thought I had when I woke up yesterday morning was: "You're an angel!"
Yes, I am an angel, I thought. I believe we are all angels, messengers of Love.
Later in the evening I caught the bus to Victoria Station intending to catch my bus home from there. Instead of terminating where he was meant to, the driver went down a particular street, stopped the bus, and announced he was terminating right there, a few minutes walk from the station.
"This is not Victoria Station!" I said out loud.
When I came down I was going to ask the driver why he hadn't taken us to the station but I let it go. I knew there had to be a very good reason why I was taking this detour.
As I walked to the station I noticed this woman with a black butterfly ring, which was pretty and very unusual. I held her hand so I could have a closer look. I told her how much I liked it, which made her smile. Well some good has come out of having to walk to the station. I wouldn't have noticed that lady's ring otherwise.
As I approached the bus station I saw my bus was just leaving. It was only going part of the way anyway. I caught the one behind that was going to my destination. When we got to Oxford Street, the shopping capital of London, this passenger sat beside me. I noticed she had some bags from a shop that is renowned for cheap clothes, and is very busy. I asked her if she'd enjoyed her shopping. She said although she got what she wanted, she was never going there again as it was too much hassle.
My friend offered me a chewing gum which I accepted. She said she used to live in London but moved away years ago. She now lives in a peaceful little village near Gatwick. She said she'd forgotten how chaotic London can be, overcrowded and expensive. She asked me where I lived and how long it takes me to travel by bus. I said it would take me about 1 and a half hours. She couldn't believe I would travel on a bus for that long. Why don't I catch the tube which is a lot faster. I told her that I find travelling on buses relaxing. I can spend the time either meditating or pondering on ideas which I write about. I also get to meet lovely people like her during my travels. She asked me what I write about and I told her that I document all the wonder and love in my every day experiences.
My friend said she was down in London for a hospital appointment. She was a bit apprehensive as she knows what the doctor is going to tell her is not going to be good news. She said she has a son and wants to be around for him. I said the way I see it, a doctor can only give an opinion or model. It is up to her whether she accepts it as truth or reject it. I told her she was loved. I promised to keep her in my thoughts and send her lots of love. She asked me to send love around the time of her appointment.
Before my friend got off the bus, she told me she loved my vibe. She also said she believed God had sent me to speak to her. We exchanged hugs and kisses and I wished her well.
So that's why my bus journey was slightly delayed, so I could be an angel to my friend.
On my way home, the following passage from the Bible came to mind:
God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble. Psalm 46: 1
No matter what the doctor says to my friend, I know God/Love is always present; and Love is making her whole.
No matter what fear is being projected out as soaring cost of fuel and food bills, recession, disasters etc, only Love is present; and Love is supplying all my needs.
All things work out perfectly for good.
I trust in Love
Angel Enocia
Related articles: Emergency Response Unit; Angels in Disguise; Conspiracy Theories; God Can Afford Everything; The Will to Do Good; No Fear in Love; We are All Angels
Yes, I am an angel, I thought. I believe we are all angels, messengers of Love.
Later in the evening I caught the bus to Victoria Station intending to catch my bus home from there. Instead of terminating where he was meant to, the driver went down a particular street, stopped the bus, and announced he was terminating right there, a few minutes walk from the station.
"This is not Victoria Station!" I said out loud.
When I came down I was going to ask the driver why he hadn't taken us to the station but I let it go. I knew there had to be a very good reason why I was taking this detour.
As I walked to the station I noticed this woman with a black butterfly ring, which was pretty and very unusual. I held her hand so I could have a closer look. I told her how much I liked it, which made her smile. Well some good has come out of having to walk to the station. I wouldn't have noticed that lady's ring otherwise.
As I approached the bus station I saw my bus was just leaving. It was only going part of the way anyway. I caught the one behind that was going to my destination. When we got to Oxford Street, the shopping capital of London, this passenger sat beside me. I noticed she had some bags from a shop that is renowned for cheap clothes, and is very busy. I asked her if she'd enjoyed her shopping. She said although she got what she wanted, she was never going there again as it was too much hassle.
My friend offered me a chewing gum which I accepted. She said she used to live in London but moved away years ago. She now lives in a peaceful little village near Gatwick. She said she'd forgotten how chaotic London can be, overcrowded and expensive. She asked me where I lived and how long it takes me to travel by bus. I said it would take me about 1 and a half hours. She couldn't believe I would travel on a bus for that long. Why don't I catch the tube which is a lot faster. I told her that I find travelling on buses relaxing. I can spend the time either meditating or pondering on ideas which I write about. I also get to meet lovely people like her during my travels. She asked me what I write about and I told her that I document all the wonder and love in my every day experiences.
My friend said she was down in London for a hospital appointment. She was a bit apprehensive as she knows what the doctor is going to tell her is not going to be good news. She said she has a son and wants to be around for him. I said the way I see it, a doctor can only give an opinion or model. It is up to her whether she accepts it as truth or reject it. I told her she was loved. I promised to keep her in my thoughts and send her lots of love. She asked me to send love around the time of her appointment.
Before my friend got off the bus, she told me she loved my vibe. She also said she believed God had sent me to speak to her. We exchanged hugs and kisses and I wished her well.
So that's why my bus journey was slightly delayed, so I could be an angel to my friend.
On my way home, the following passage from the Bible came to mind:
God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble. Psalm 46: 1
No matter what the doctor says to my friend, I know God/Love is always present; and Love is making her whole.
No matter what fear is being projected out as soaring cost of fuel and food bills, recession, disasters etc, only Love is present; and Love is supplying all my needs.
All things work out perfectly for good.
I trust in Love
Angel Enocia
Related articles: Emergency Response Unit; Angels in Disguise; Conspiracy Theories; God Can Afford Everything; The Will to Do Good; No Fear in Love; We are All Angels
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