Being the Magic; Sharing the Wonder - Part 2

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2008-08-25T08:10:00.000+01:00

Thank you for stopping by. This blog is now closed. For more of the magic go to: Being the Magic; Sharing the Wonder - Part 3.

Lots of love,
Enocia

Welcome

2008-08-25T08:08:00.018+01:00

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 current and previous blogs see My Other Blogs.

Love and gratitude to Ben Gilberti for designing the fractal.

Unless otherwise stated, all articles are copyright © 2008-2011 Enocia Joseph. You have my permission to copy and distribute articles for personal use only. Please include the link to the particular blog. For any other use other than personal, and any comments you might have, please email theoneinall@googlemail.com.

I am the Magic.

Enocia

Articles in Alphabetical Order

--A--

A Cry for Help
A Dream is A Dream is a Dream - Revisited
A Gem
A Gentle Nudge in the Right Direction
A Little Help From My Friend
A Woman's Right to Plug Out of the System
Absence or Presence?
Another Wake Up Call
Another Year, Another Cycle
At Last, Free Travel!
Awww, How Sweet!

--B--

Being the Change I Want to See
Bless!
Break Down in Communication
Breaking the Ice

--C--

California Dreaming
Chill Out!
Cold Cola, Cool!
Cravings

--D--

Diagon Alley
Distance is Very Good
Do My Boobs Look Big in This?
Doing What Comes Natural - Revisited
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
Freewill? Do Me a Favour!

--G--

Gift of Love - The Rose
Getting Back in the Zone
Getting in On the 8 Act
Going for Gold - Eight

--H--

Happy 888!

Heart Transplant
History Repeating Itself
How to Beat the System
How Ridiculous!

--I--

I am No Bodhisattva
I Can See Clearly Now
Impact - Revisited
In No Time at All
In Spirit
Inspiration - Revisited
It's a Good Day to Love
It's a Miracle!
It's All Good!
It's Good to Be Home

--J--

Jammy Bugger!
Journey into the Future
Just in Case

--K--

Keeping Up Appearances
Kindred Spirit
Kindred Spirit - 2
Kiss, Kiss - Mwa, Mwa!

--L--

Letting Nature Take Its Course - Revisited
Life is a Symphony
Life is Like a Box of Chocolates
Life Review
Like Attracts Like
Listen to Your Heart
Living by the P.E.E. Principle
Living the Magic
Love Alerts
Love Conquers All
Love is All in All
Love is All in All - Part 2
Love is All That Matters
Love is Running Through Me
Love to 8 You
Love's Organising Principle

--M--

Make-up Tips
Me and My Fancy Education!
Milking It For All It's Worth
Milking It For All It's Worth - Part 2
More about Gifts of Love
More about the Magic Number
More about Self-Belief
My Dream Play Mate
My Favourite Channel
My Laptop
My Spirit Team

--N--

Nice Cold Milk
Nice Day for It
No Chance!
No Limits in Spirit
No Need to Ask
Nourishment
Now That's Entertainment!

--O--

Of Course I am My Body!
Oh, I Get It!
On Airbrushing
On Being a Blessing - Revisited
On Being a Maverick
On Being Cold-Blooded
One Long Jam Session
Oneness - Revisited
Only One Here!
Only One Here! - Part 2
Oops!
Oops, She's Done It Again!
Ours is Not to Reason Why

--P--

Persistence
Practise Makes Perfect

--Q--

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

--R--

Recurring Theme
Reliving the Joy
Reliving the Joy - Part 2
Reunion
Rock 'n' Roll

--S--

Second Nature
Seeing Double
Shiver Me Timbers!
Simple Life
Sir Penguin
Six Degrees of Separation
Snail Mail
Song of the Day
Stuck Record
Supermarket Sweep

--T--

Taking Command
Thank You for Keeping Me Posted
The Benefit of Hindsight
The Final Conflict
The Game of Healing and Channelling
The Magic Formula
The Power of Beliefs
The Power of Focus
The Power of Selfishness
The Saviour
The Secret Gardener
The Secret of Eternal Youth - Revisited
The Ten Invitations
The Tried and Tested Approach
The Universe Has Got It Covered
The Voice of Innocence
The Wonder of Dreaming
Thinking Outside the Box
This is My Day!
TLC - Tender Loving Care
Trusting in my Path; Taking the Dog for a Walk

--W--

Wake Up Call
Water, Water Everywhere But Not a Drop to Drink
What is Stamina?
What Will Be Will Be
When the Fire Gets Out of Control
Where the Heart Is
Where the Heart Is - Part 2
Which Came First - the Chicken or the Egg?
Why Did the Chicken Cross the Road?
Why I Love Playing with Masks

--Y--

You are An Angel!
You are Such a Sheep!
You Beauty!

On Being a Blessing - Revisited

2008-08-24T12:18:00.007+01:00

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

Another Year, Another Cycle

2008-08-24T08:08:00.005+01:00

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!

Another Wake Up Call

2008-08-22T15:25:00.003+01:00

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

What is Stamina?

2008-08-22T14:13:00.006+01:00

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

Love Alerts

2008-08-22T10:31:00.013+01:00

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

Life is Like a Box of Chocolates

2008-08-21T16:25:00.003+01:00

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

California Dreaming

2008-08-21T15:39:00.005+01:00

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!"

I Can See Clearly Now

2008-08-21T13:27:00.004+01:00

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

Love is All in All - Part 2

2008-08-21T10:20:00.019+01:00

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!

Now That's Entertainment!

2008-08-20T12:44:00.011+01:00

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

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!

2008-08-20T11:02:00.010+01:00

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

Related articles: Love is All in All; Man's Inalienable Right to Be a Sheep or Goat; Harmony; Cause or Effect?; Love Always Has the Right of Way; Freewill; Free Willy; The Love is All There Is Detonator; No Other Law But God

Only One Here! - Part 2

2008-08-20T10:24:00.005+01:00

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

Related articles: Ours is Not to Reason Why; Only One Here!; Love is All in All; Thank You for Keeping Me Posted; Gift of Love - The Rose; Who is Thinking Whom? - Revisited

Ours is Not to Reason Why

2008-08-19T14:42:00.004+01:00

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

Related articles: The Secret of Eternal Youth; Only One Here!; Everything Works Out Perfectly; Higher Powers

The Secret of Eternal Youth - Revisited

2008-08-19T10:46:00.027+01:00

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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Only One Here!

2008-08-18T14:29:00.012+01:00

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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Life is a Symphony

2008-08-18T12:24:00.015+01:00

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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Love is All in All

2008-08-18T09:52:00.017+01:00

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

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Sir Penguin

2008-08-16T13:04:00.005+01:00

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

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Love Conquers All

2008-08-16T12:25:00.017+01:00

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

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Wake Up Call

2008-08-15T12:01:00.009+01:00

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

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Listen to Your Heart

2008-08-14T15:38:00.011+01:00

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

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Impact - Revisited

2008-08-14T13:56:00.018+01:00

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

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ET, You are Already Home!

2008-08-14T11:26:00.020+01:00

"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

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My Spirit Team

2008-08-13T14:42:00.019+01:00

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

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Taking Command

2008-08-13T13:09:00.015+01:00

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.

Hurrah 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

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A Gentle Nudge in the Right Direction

2008-08-13T11:06:00.011+01:00

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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The Magic Formula

2008-08-12T11:47:00.027+01:00

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

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Going for Gold - Eight

2008-08-12T11:19:00.005+01:00

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

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Thank You for Keeping Me Posted

2008-08-12T10:58:00.002+01:00

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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Snail Mail

2008-08-11T13:23:00.008+01:00

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

Related article: Express Delivery

Oops Cartoon by Gene Nelson

Which Came First - the Chicken or the Egg?

2008-08-11T10:44:00.011+01:00

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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My Laptop

2008-08-09T10:36:00.008+01:00

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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Happy 888!

2008-08-08T11:26:00.007+01:00

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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Nice Day for It

2008-08-08T10:20:00.021+01:00

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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Reunion

2008-08-07T15:05:00.012+01:00

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

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Nourishment

2008-08-06T10:29:00.006+01:00

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

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Kiss, Kiss - Mwa, Mwa!

2008-08-06T10:02:00.009+01:00

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

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Doing What Comes Natural - Revisited

2008-08-04T10:58:00.013+01:00

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

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Love is Running Through Me

2008-08-02T13:16:00.006+01:00

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

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Oops, She's Done It Again!

2008-08-02T13:00:00.002+01:00

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

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Gift of Love - The Rose

2008-08-02T11:28:00.008+01:00

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

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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

You are An Angel!

2008-08-01T09:56:00.024+01:00

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

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Emergency Response Unit

2008-07-31T13:58:00.007+01:00

I've heard about how people have had miraculous experiences when they've prayed for assistance during an emergency. I know I have. At that moment I step into another realm where the normal laws as we understand them are suspended and there is another, far superior, law in action. For instance I can expect to be healed in a few days or I can invoke Grace and experience healing in a matter of minutes.

I believe instead of calling on Grace on the rare occasion, why not treat life as an emergency? Then, I get to have the Cosmic Emergency Response Unit (CERU) at my beck and call; and the roads clear up to allow my emergency vehicle through.

As I was pondering on these ideas, I met a friend at the bus stop and we caught the bus to the bus station. When my friend and I got off the bus, I asked her if she was going to catch the bus or walk home. She said it was too hot to walk. I told her I didn't need to travel by bus as I was going for a walk anyway. She persuaded me to catch the bus up the road with her.

I noticed the bus was unusually crowded. I decided not to get on board but my friend grabbed my hand and pulled me in. When I said hello to the driver she told me a major road was closed causing major chaos. She said she wasn't going the usual route but was on a diversion. I thanked the driver and told my friend that we needed to get off as the bus wasn't going our way.

As my friend and I walked to the next stop, she thanked me for saving her from being stuck on a crowded bus going in the wrong direction. She said she could now see why I hadn't wanted to get on board in the first place. We noticed a police car was blocking the road. We wondered whether it was an accident of some sort. I walked with my friend as far as the next bus stop then went for my walk.

Walking by the canal was so peaceful. I saw people hanging out and enjoying the weather and completely oblivious to the chaos down the road.

I discovered later in the news that the road had been blocked because of a fire, which had caused chaos on the roads.

I am so grateful to the CERU for assisting me in every moment.

Enocia

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Water, Water Everywhere But Not a Drop to Drink

2008-07-31T12:07:00.011+01:00

So my friend told me she was finding it very hot and humid. She said she'd been drinking water all day.

"I haven't had any water since last night, over 18 hours ago."

"In this heat?" she said "your brain must have dried up."

My friend's comment made me chuckle.

"Anyway, I don't buy into the idea that you have to drink water all the time. It's not something I think about."

"But surely you must have been sweating a lot. You need to replace the fluids you've lost or you'll be dehydrated."

"My mother was saying the other day how she never sees me sweat," I said. "I hardly ever sweat. Even if I did, I don't feel dehydrated. I will have some water when I get home."

We don't all experience life in identical ways; it all depends on what we believe. I used to guzzle gallons of water a day because I believed I needed water to survive. I used to only drink bottled water because I believed tap water was harmful. When I stopped drinking bottled water and drank only tap water I let go of that belief. I've also given up the belief that I need water to survive. Now I believe Love is my nourishment.

Incidentally before I met up with my friend, I saw this guy with a long winter coat on. It seemed quite strange that he would be dressed in that manner when everyone was in their summer gear. Even I who always wear a cardigan had removed my cardigan. It just shows that experience of the weather is subjective.

Water, water everywhere but not a drop to drink* until I feel like drinking.

Enocia

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* From the poem: The Rime of the Ancient Mariner by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Letting Nature Take Its Course - Revisited

2008-07-31T11:00:00.014+01:00

I have a friend who I sometimes travel with on the bus. As I haven't seen her in a few weeks I've been wondering where she is.

Yesterday as I was filing my nails I thought about the same friend. I remembered once when I was with her and filing my nail, she told me she didn't like the nail dust.

Later I went home earlier than usual. As it was a lovely day, I decided to go for a walk by the canal near where I live. As I was waiting for my bus home, I saw my friend walking towards me. I gave her a hug and told her I'd been thinking about her. She said she'd been thinking about me too and wondered if I was away on holidays. I said we must have been travelling at different times.

As I see it, "letting nature takes its course" is really about trusting in everyone's path. I believe I will always meet up or connect with loved ones in the most natural way that fits in perfectly with our nature i.e. what we love doing. I met my friend on her way from work i.e. the way that she finds perfect to express herself; and I was on the way to express my love of canals.

This morning as my local bus was delayed I decided to walk to the main road where I could catch another one. My friend turned up at that bus stop. We ended up travelling for part of the journey. During our journey we chatted about why she believes cats are idle and good for nothing. I told her how much I identify with cats' nature, at least the ones I've lived with. I said I love how they are true to themselves. We agreed to disagree.

The bus we travelled on was being driven by a bus driver I haven't seen in ages. It was good to see him as well.

I believe everything is unfolding perfectly according to everyone's nature.

Enocia

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Cravings

2008-07-30T10:13:00.012+01:00

While I was sitting on the bus waiting for the driver to start, I noticed the radio was on. I haven't listened to the radio in ages. In fact, I'd forgotten the radio even exists. Why am I hearing the radio now? I heard a voice on the radio advertising Cumberland sausages. While I do enjoy sausages, they are not something I think about or even crave. My mother is a huge fan of sausages and I know she usually craves them. The driver switched off the radio and we were off.

Later, I had an idea to finish work early. Before I caught the bus, I decided to pop to the local supermarket to pick up some jam doughnuts. There were long queues as people had come out for their lunch break.

I found it quite odd that I was craving doughnuts at that particular moment. I can't remember the last time I stopped for lunch. I prefer working through the day and eat in the evening. I don't even like stopping to use the toilet unless it's an emergency. I looked up at the sky which was full of dark clouds. It even felt chilly. I felt like I was living out someone else's thoughts and ideas. I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that my cravings for doughnuts were not mine and coming from someone else I'm very close to. It didn't stop me buying a couple of jam doughnuts and a bar of chocolate though.

Then I caught the bus into town. On the way, I put out an intention that I wanted to experience sunshine. After I had finished eating my doughnuts and chocolates I felt like returning to work, so I caught the bus back. On my way to the library, the sun came out and it felt lovely and warm. It was still warm in the evening which inspired me to walk the 8 miles or so home.

At home I asked my mother how her day had gone. She said she'd had a doctor's appointment then stopped off at the supermarket for a few items including some doughnuts. It turned out she'd been shopping around the same time I'd had the cravings for doughnuts, though the ones she bought were custard not jam.

And guess what my mother prepared for dinner? Stew with Cumberland sausages, which she'd bought at the supermarket. I asked her if she'd forgotten she already had some sausages in the freezer. She said she'd forgotten to defrost them so she decided to get some fresh sausages. I told her about the Cumberland sausages advert I'd heard on the bus and she was amazed.

In a reality where we are bombarded with thoughts and ideas, it's really important for me to know myself in order for me to be able to distinguish between what is my stuff and what is someone else's. I believe I only noticed the advert for those sausages because of my mother's love for sausages. It didn't make me crave them as I don't like them that much. When I had a craving for doughnuts, which I love, I knew that my cravings at that moment weren't mine.

Part of knowing myself is also knowing that a craving for a particular food will not make me put on weight. As I see it, eating is an act of love. While I appreciate experiencing love in this way, it doesn't make any difference to who I am as Love. In other words, a drop of water (food) merging into the ocean (my body) can't make any impact on the magnitude of the ocean. Nothing can be added to or taken away from infinity. The only time I lose or gain weight is when I'm feeling off balance. (see Getting Back in the Zone).

I don't mind picking up on someone else's cravings or ideas and making it personal if it's something I love or believe in; otherwise your name's not down and you're not coming in.

Enocia

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In Spirit

2008-07-29T14:06:00.011+01:00

After I'd written the article, No Need to Ask, I thought just for fun I would ask my friend who is a cartoonist to create a relevant cartoon. He created the following: #59 - What's In Your Oyster? (By request). Although I think my friend's cartoon is lovely, I feel he hasn't captured the spirit of the article.

What do I mean by spirit?

Spirit is the essence of what something is. I have a spirit and that spirit pervades everything I do whether you refer to it as my sense of humour, sardonic wit, vibes, feeling; it's something that is essentially me. Put another way, it's like my own cosmic finger-print.

I believe everyone and everything has got their own unique spirit. When it comes to friends, I can usually pick up on their vibes when they are thinking of me. I have a friend in Ireland who is constantly picking up on my vibes.

Back to my friend, I don't feel he captured the spirit of the article because the article was very tongue-in-cheek, which doesn't come across in the cartoon. Now that I've given my friend a ticking off, he'll know better next time he's asked to create a cartoon for me. ;-)

I am who I am in spirit.

Enocia

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Distance is Very Good

2008-07-29T11:27:00.009+01:00

When I read books and newspapers. I've noticed if the book is too close, the words gets blurred. I have to remember to move the book or newspaper further away, to as far as my knee, when I can see the words clearly.

It's good to have distance between me and the words, between me and the world. Only when there is distance can I see things clearly.

Enocia

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Song of the Day

2008-07-29T10:35:00.004+01:00

Over the last few days I have been hearing the song "Tears in Heaven" by Eric Clapton on and off in my head. I think it's a beautiful song so I surrender to it.

Here's the YouTube video: Tears in Heaven

Tears in Heaven - Eric Clapton

Would you know my name
If I saw you in heaven
Will it be the same
If I saw you in heaven
I must be strong, and carry on
Cause I know I don't belong
Here in heaven

Would you hold my hand
If I saw you in heaven
Would you help me stand
If I saw you in heaven
I'll find my way, through night and day
Cause I know I just can't stay
Here in heaven

Time can bring you down
Time can bend your knee
Time can break your heart
Have you begging please
Begging please

(instrumental)

Beyond the door
There's peace I'm sure.
And I know there'll be no more...
Tears in heaven

Would you know my name
If I saw you in heaven
Will it be the same
If I saw you in heaven
I must be strong, and carry on
Cause I know I don't belong
Here in heaven

Cause I know I don't belong
Here in heaven Tears from Heaven, lyrics

Stuck Record

2008-07-28T15:58:00.004+01:00

Do you remember those heady days of vinyl records? Sometimes I feel like a stuck record.

My record is stuck on: Love yourself, love what you do, love life, be true to yourself.

OK, I'm going to remove the needle and try again.

Oh no, the record is stuck again on: Love yourself, love what you do, love life, be true to yourself.

One more try. It's no use, the record is still stuck on: Love yourself, love what you do, love life, be true to yourself.

That's it, I give up.

Enocia

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Love is All That Matters

2008-07-28T14:44:00.012+01:00

I like watching Colin Fry's 6ixth Sense on Sunday mornings. In the show, Colin Fry, a psychic medium, relays messages from people who have passed on to members of the studio audience. These messages confirm that there is no death and we are always one with loved ones who appear to be "beyond the veil." One thing I find fascinating is how those who have passed on now have different priorities.

In one programme I watched recently, Colin told this family that their "deceased" was advising them to let their son follow his passion for dance. In other words, let their son do what he loves rather than what they believe he should. It reminded me of the film, Billy Elliot, which is about a boy who comes from a working class mining family who has a passion for ballet but his father and brothers don't approve of his choice. Billy ends up attracting a mentor who helps him to follow his dream. His family eventually come round to the idea and support Billy in his ventures. Billy is offered a place at a prestigious ballet school and embarks on a career as a ballet dancer.

Another reading Colin did was for this woman who is very much the intellectual. Her dad came through with a message for her which was: instead of advising her nephew to choose finance as a career path, she should let him follow his love for music. The woman was quite surprised because she said when her father was alive, he wanted his kids to follow traditional career paths like the law, medicine, accounts, etc. She thought it was interesting that her father had changed his tune.

I believe many who have passed on have different priorities; they are now realising that love is all that matters. In other words, for life to have meaning, it's important to love who you are, love what you do, be true to yourself, love others, and love life.

The good news is I don't need to wait till I "die" to love, I can love now. Then I get to experience what it means to live and be Spirit.

I am Spirit; I am Love; I am Life.

Enocia

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Heart Transplant

2008-07-28T14:10:00.004+01:00

Sometimes I find it really hard to let go of old friends, particularly those who I love so dearly.

I had to let go of an old friend yesterday. She's been my best friend for two years or so and has been my constant companion. My friend is my handbag. While I have other bags, I particularly liked this one. When it started falling apart it was time to let her go and rekindle my relationship with another friend/bag, which is in very good condition even though a pouch won't close because the zip tab is missing.

Even though I have so many good memories of my old friend, I couldn't help feeling sad that we would never experience a tangible relationship. I couldn't stop thinking about her. Then I had a brainwave: why not transfer the zip tab from my old friend to my other bag? I did just that. As I was doing the repairs, I felt like a surgeon performing a heart transplant operation. Now I get to keep part of my friend with me.

I will never forget the love we shared, my beloved bag. Your heart/zip tab will go on and on.

Enocia

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No Need to Ask

2008-07-28T13:20:00.014+01:00

Life is a paradox. On the one hand, if I need help I have to ask. On the other hand, there is no need to ask for what has already been given.

As I was relaxing in a bookshop, I noticed a customer with a book. She seemed to be looking for a vacant chair but the only one available was beside me. Then she went away. After a minute or so she was back. She asked me if it was OK to sit beside me and I said it was.

Later on the bus, I noticed a window seat available next to this man. To get to the seat I would have to ask him to move out of the way. As there were other window seats available I sat elsewhere. Later when nearly all the seats were taken, a passenger asked the man if he minded if he sat in the window seat. The passenger moved out of the way so he could get to the seat.

As I see it, the seats in the bookshop are there for customers' use. I usually like sitting on my own. If there isn't an empty sofa available and I have to share, I would never dream of asking someone's permission to share, I simply sit down. Nor would I ask a passenger on the bus if it's OK to sit next to them. I'll simply ask them to move out of the way and give me access to the seat. God forbid that I would ever ask someone on a park bench if it's OK to share a bench!

Speaking of parks, the other day I was exploring a heath I'd never been to. I was also dying to have a pee. I could have waited till I got home but I didn't see why I should. Why not have a pee right here in the heath. Guys do it all the time so why shouldn't I? I found a secluded spot and did my business.

After I'd relieved myself, I followed another path. Then I got disoriented. It was time to ask someone for directions. I saw a bus parked at a local bus stop but I couldn't see the driver. I saw another bus approaching so I beckoned for the driver to stop. I asked her for directions and she confirmed I was heading in the right direction.

Some people might argue that I was a bit cheeky stopping a bus to ask for directions. I believe the only reason why that bus appeared at that moment was for the driver to give me directions.

Recently as a friend and I were walking he spotted a pen on the ground. The writing on the pen read: "Pick it up, it's yours." My friend kept the pen.

Life has been given for all our use. There's no need to ask for permission just pick it up, receive, it's yours.

Enocia

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More about Gifts of Love

2008-07-28T11:19:00.022+01:00

I believe the Universe wants me to be happy. This means being true to myself and loving what I love. I also believe every moment is an opportunity to give, receive or share gifts of love.

As I was sweeping outside and putting the rubbish out, a man stopped by. He said he was looking for my mother. I told him she was out. He said he usually speaks to her about the Bible. He handed me a leaflet which I presumed was for my mother. I realised he was the Jehovah's Witness mum has had discussions with in the past. Although she's told him she's no longer interested and that he's being a "nuisance" he keeps coming back. I told him I would pass on his leaflet.

"It's actually for you," he said.

"Oh thanks, but I'm not really interested in that sort of thing."

"Don't you want to know about the new earth?" he said.

"No," I said.

"Aren't you interested in what God has to say in the Bible about the new earth?"

"Nope."

"Aren't you interested in anything God has to say?"

"I'm interested in what God has to say but what God has to say can be spoken directly to me not through a mediator."

"But in the Acts...."

"Sorry, not interested. Bye!"

I shut the door.

If, as I believe, every encounter is a gift of Love, why would Love send someone to speak to me about a topic I have no interest in? There must be a gift of love that I'm not seeing.

Aha, now I get it!

A few days ago while my mother and I were travelling on the local bus, he said hello to a man who lives in the neighbourhood. I was curious whether he was the Jehovah's Witness who lies locally. I had a feeling he wasn't otherwise she would have said so. I've been wondering what he looks like so I can avoid him in future. Haha! So, in a funny way, the Jehovah's Witness guy was a gift from the Universe in response to my question. He was a perfect demonstration of "ask and you will receive" though his version of truth wasn't my cup of tea.

Later I was inspired to go for a walk at Hampstead Heath. As it was a stiflingly hot day, I wondered whether it was such a good idea. Then I thought, Love who has given me the idea to go for a walk, which I love, will surely create a perfect weather for my walk. That's exactly what happened, at least in my reality it was quite breezy and very cool. I didn't even break a sweat.

As I explored Hampstead Heath, I thought about how the Heath represents how much we are all loved and how our needs are constantly being met. Those who like being in the sun have lots of space to do so; those who like shades have lots of trees to get their shades; those who like hiding in isolated spots can find it; those who even want to swim have swimming pools, there's even a women only pool; and those, like myself, who just want to have a nice walk can enjoy their walk.

On my way back, my last bus seemed to be taking a while to arrive. I had a feeling there was a gift in this delay. A few stops down a woman I see on my travels got on board. A week ago, while I was on another bus, I saw her in another part of town where she works. I remembered admiring her new hairstyle but I couldn't attract her attention at the time. Now I was being given the perfect opportunity to tell her this in person. I told her how much I liked her hair and how much it suited her. We walked part of the way together.

Every moment is an opportunity to love and be loved, as long as you're not a Jehovah's Witness. :-)

Enocia

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Getting Back in the Zone

2008-07-28T10:17:00.007+01:00

As I was watching television, a sign came up telling me that the batteries were running low and needed replacing. I also noticed the low energy icon had also appeared. I only charged them a few months back, albeit in the unconventional way i.e. I channelled energy into them. Oh well, I guess I'm going to have to give them more energy, won't I?

I thought to myself: I am the batteries. I then visualised myself filling up with energy and channelled energy from my hands into the remote control. After about five minutes I noticed the low energy icon had disappeared indicating the batteries were now fully charged.

Why did the batteries choose this moment of Now to notify me they were running low? Why not when my mother was watching, as it is her television? What is this low energy saying about me?

I have been feeling unbalanced. In fact I was feeling sluggish and had a feeling I had put on weight. I weighed myself and sure enough I had put on a pound. I know it's only a pound but for me that signifies that I am not in my Zone. In the Zone, I am being the Love that I am; and nothing can be added to or taken away from who I am. In the Zone, my weight is constantly at 8 stone (112 pounds). The moment I feel I have lost or gained weight, even it's only an ounce, it's a sign that I'm not in the Zone.

By the evening I was back to my ideal weight - 8 stone.

Thank you, batteries, for your timely reminder.

I am Love.

Enocia

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Awww, How Sweet!

2008-07-26T13:48:00.002+01:00

I have some friends that l see occasionally in the neighbourhood. Well, they only tend to come out late at night so that's when I get to see them. Although I find them a tad shy, they acknowledge my presence whenever I see them.

My friends are foxes. I once wrote the following dedication to one of my friends: Dedication to a Beloved Friend

Here's a lovely story about another fox in today's "Daily Mail." Meet the sly fox who popped into the bathroom for a quick wash and brush up

I love foxes, they are really sweet.

Enocia

Diagon Alley

2008-07-26T12:31:00.015+01:00

A friend asked me via email about my decision to take a break from a forum I used to participate in. He wrote:

I see that you are having a rest from it - I told them you must have caught the Knight bus to Diagon Alley - you are a wizard .. aren't you? (or is that witch?)

As I wasn't sure what my friend meant by "Diagon Alley" and "Knight bus" I Googled them. I found the following on Wikipedia:

The Knight Bus is a heavily enchanted, violently purple, triple-decker bus that transports wizards and witches. It makes its first appearance in Prisoner of Azkaban where Harry unintentionally hails it by holding his wand arm out. Harry has a final ride on the Knight Bus with a number of his friends in Order of the Phoenix. The Knight Bus is faster than travelling by broomstick, but not as fast as near instantaneous Floo powder and Apparating. The bus charges for the service; Harry Potter is charged 11 Sickles to travel from the town of Little Whinging to The Leaky Cauldron [HP3].

The bus functions as public transportation for the wizard or witch who cannot or will not choose another means of transportation. The riders are seemingly picked up by the bus from all over in-universe Great Britain, bringing passengers to the destinations of their choice with seemingly no set route. It bolts through the streets, entirely invisible to muggles and causes other objects to dodge it (rather than dodging the objects) for travelling short distances. For longer distances, the Knight Bus makes 160 km (hundred-mile) leaps accompanied by a great bang and jolt. The interior of the bus changes depending on the time of day, having seats by day and beds by night. The only mentioned limitation in travelling is that it cannot enter water.

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Diagon Alley (most likely a word play on "diagonally") is a fictional High street in London within Rowling's Harry Potter series. It is accessible to the wizarding world, to which it is something of an economic hub, but hidden from Muggles (non magic people - people who cannot perform magic). However, Muggles are allowed access to it if they need to accompany their Muggle-born magical children. If a wizard or witch needs something, chances are that it can be found in Diagon Alley.

One entrance to Diagon Alley can be reached on foot by passing through The Leaky Cauldron. The inn, invisible to Muggles, lies somewhere along the London thoroughfare Charing Cross Road. To reach Diagon Alley, one must walk up to a wall behind The Leaky Cauldron, and tap a brick, found by counting three up and two across, three times. Given the busy nature of the area, travelling to and from Diagon Alley is likely typically done by more magical means such as Apparition or by using the Floo Network.

Aha, I see they are from Harry Potter. I've only seen the first Harry Potter movie which I thoroughly enjoyed but haven't got round to watching the others. I haven't read any of the books either.

In answer to your speculation, friend, you're quite right: I did catch the purple "Knight bus" to "Diagon Alley" and I feel so much at home there, I'm not coming back.

And just for the record, I'm not just a wizard/witch, I am the magic.

People who are into magic know where to find me. Muggles need not bother as they won't see me for dust.

Enocia

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Quote of the Day - 3

2008-07-26T11:29:00.000+01:00

For, behold, I create new heavens and a new earth: and the former shall not be remembered, nor come into mind. Isaiah 65: 17

And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away. And he that sat upon the throne said, Behold, I make all things new. Revelation 21: 4-5

In No Time at All

2008-07-26T10:43:00.006+01:00

It's a funny thing, time.

When I believe I have no time, I have no time;
When I believe I have all the time in the world, I have all the time in the world;
When I believe time passes slowly, I experience time passing slowly;
When I believe time flies, I experience time flying by; however,
When I believe in no time, I experience no time.

At the bus stop I noticed the first bus listed on the bulletin board was due in 6 minutes; and the second one listed, the one I was waiting for, was due in 8 minutes. Eight minutes seemed like a long time to wait for a bus. Besides, why should I have to wait that long? Then I had a thought that if I didn't want to wait I didn't have to. All I have to do is know that my bus is arriving in no time at all.

I thought to myself: "My bus is arriving in no time."

When I checked the bulletin board, the time had been accelerated from 8 minutes to 6 minutes. Then the list changed and my bus was now listed first. In no time at all, my bus arrived. I reckon it took about 3 to 4 minutes for my bus to arrive.

I've also observed when I'm consciously living from no time, everything fits in perfectly with no gaps in between. It's only when I get back into the time mode that I experience life according to my belief in time.

There is no time unless I believe there is.

Enocia

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Quote of the Day - 2

2008-07-26T10:42:00.002+01:00

"If the power was in you to create it, then the power is in you to change it." From: Urban Shaman by Serge Kahili King, p. 75

Enocia

Like Attracts Like

2008-07-25T15:35:00.008+01:00

I went grocery shopping with my mother today. Mum has a thing about arranging the grocery in a nice orderly manner on the conveyor belt at the checkout. I don't see the point myself since it all gets jumbled up again once the cashier has scanned it and they come through the other side. Still, my mother likes things that way so I let her have her fun.

Suddenly the guy in front of us said to mum, "Thank you very much! Now you've gone and ruined everything. I don't have any more space for my eggs."

The cashier pointed out to him that he had lots of space to put the eggs on the conveyor but he said he wanted space to put his eggs right behind as he didn't want them cracked. Oh no, another crackpot!

The cashier assured him that she would put his box of eggs right at the back and scan them last. The man was still livid and having a go at mum. I stroked mum's arms to console her and blessed the man with love.

As the conveyor was moving, I pointed out to mum to watch that our grocery didn't fall on the man's eggs as we didn't want him making another scene.

After the customer had left, mum and the cashier discussed his attitude. They both agreed there was no point getting into an argument as life is too short.

I teased mum later that she'd met her match in that irate customer. Since she likes her grocery to be arranged in a particular order on the conveyor belt, she'd attracted someone who was even fussier. It was a match made in heaven or hell, depending on how you look at it.

Like attracts like.

Enocia

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The Wonder of Dreaming

2008-07-25T14:28:00.005+01:00

I believe the purpose of life is to dream marvellous dreams of wonder, joy, love, magic and abundance. I believe we all have the faculty to dream whatever dreams we prefer. I also believe we have all been given the tools to erase dreams we don't wish to experience. If I am experiencing a dream I've dreamt up and no longer wish to experience, all I have to do is remember that I am the Dreamer; then I either dream up another dream I prefer or wake out of that dream.

Recently I was having a sleeping dream about trying to resolve some issue. I was trying so hard to accomplish this goal and getting really frustrated that it wasn't happening. Then I heard my mother's voice waking me up. It turned out I had overslept. As for the problem in my dream, the moment I woke up there was no more problem.

At some point last night I had a dream that felt really depressing. While I can't remember the exact details, I know it was dreary. When I woke out of that dream, I was in another dream I preferred where I was feeling at peace.

Another way I find to erase undesirable dreams is to be in silence. Then I'm simply being formlessness where dreams are dissolved.

I can spend eternity dreaming or I can spend eternity being awake. There's no judgment either way unless I choose to dream myself being judged for the choices I've made. I prefer to dream dreams of infinite joy and wonder for eternity.

Happy dreaming everyone!

Enocia

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Fancy a Bit of How's Your Father?

2008-07-25T12:10:00.011+01:00

About a mile away from where I live is a community of Hasidic Jews. I've observed that the men wear long black coats and black hats; and most of them have long beards. The women wear dark clothes. They appear to keep themselves to themselves. They even have their own business and schools. On the odd occasion when I've accustomed someone from that community and have acknowledged them, I have been ignored. So I've never had a conversation with anyone from that community until last night.

On the bus, an elderly-looking Hasidic gentleman, probably in his sixties, got on the bus. He smiled and said something to a woman and her kids. The kids didn't respond, they simply stared at him. The next seat available was beside me. He nodded at me. I smiled and nodded back.

"Are you from the Congo?" he said. "Congolese girls are very expensive."

"No," I frowned.

"You haven't been to the Congo?"

"No."

I noted his accent sounded French. He also smelt like he'd been bathing in some incense or something. It was quite powerful stuff.

"Come to my appartimon for chumpan."

"Sorry, I don't understand you," I said.

"I said, want to come to my appartment and drink champagne?"

"Oh, thanks but no thanks."

Then my friend got off at the next stop. After he got off I said to the woman opposite, "That Jewish guy has just asked me to go to his flat to drink champagne! I thought he was meant to be religious."

The woman smiled at me. It just shows that one can't judge by appearances.

That proposition comes into my all time list of bizarre propositions. I remember once I was carrying several bags of grocery shopping and hopped on the bus where I met this Turkish guy who asked if I wanted to go home and have sex with him. I said to him, "Do I look like I'm in the mood for sex?"

Then there was the Russian guy I once saw at Hampstead Heath who thought I was up for rampant sex just because I'd smiled at him and was friendly. I know the Heath is renowned for rompy pompy but a bit of how's your father was the last thing on my mind at the time.

I believe when people meet me they feel the Love vibes which they interpret in their own way according to their needs. Some feel it as friendship, some as sexual, and others as love. I do find it interesting how I attract all sorts of guys from all corners of the globe; and guys from their late teens up to those in their seventies. While I know we are all Love, I have to say I have no interest in men over 50 in a romantic sense. No offence to the older guy but that's just the way it is. Unless a man in his fifties and over looks a lot younger, forget it.

I look forward to having a glass of champagne soon with the man of my dreams.

Enocia

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It's a Miracle!

2008-07-24T10:10:00.006+01:00

The sun was out in full force yesterday. For once I didn't have to pray for the sun to come out, visualise, or do my shamanic dance route. The sun came out of its own accord. It's a miracle!

It was wonderful to sit in the sun and lap it all up. This cold-blooded snake loves the sun.

Can't wait to enjoy more of the sun later.

To all those cynics who believe the British summer is never going to happen. Well, you're wrong! We're having a glorious summer. It might only last a few days but it's better than nothing. :-)

Enjoy the sun, wherever you are.

Enocia

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On Being Cold-Blooded

2008-07-23T14:47:00.009+01:00

The problem with experiencing myself as Light is that I'm constantly cold. I feel the light inside my head and as it travels down my spine it gives me goose bumps all over. I end up shivering rather in the same way when I'm feeling cold, but it's different. This kind of shiver feels more like when a lover is stroking my arm and it feels really good.

I, who never used to live sitting in the sun, now can't wait to lap it up whenever it comes out. It's lovely to feel the sun's wonderful rays on my skin and revelling in the heat. Mind you, with the British Summer we're having, I have to pray for sunshine.

Now I know what snakes feels like when they come out to enjoy the sun because they can't seem to retain the heat.

I'm sure I'm moulting too just like snakes.

Brrr!

Enocia

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The Ten Invitations

2008-07-23T14:03:00.009+01:00

The following Invitations are from Gill Edwards' website, Living Magically, which are brilliant. They reflect my beliefs exactly. Gill has given her permission to share.

Wishing you all love and light.

Enocia

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The Ten Invitations - (From LIFE IS A GIFT by Gill Edwards (Piatkus, 2007)

1. You are invited to love yourself, others and life without condition-trusting that, in an evolving Universe, everything is unfolding perfectly.

2. You are invited to do whatever makes your heart sing and your spirit dance. Only that.

3. You are invited to live fearlessly and passionately-to step into your divinity, while embracing your humanity.

4. You are invited to treat yourself and others with extraordinary respect and kindness-reaching out with love towards all beings, and seeing the Light within everyone.

5. You are invited to honour everyone else's beliefs, feelings, values and choices-knowing these add to the variety of life, and that everyone's path or guidance is unique.

6. You are invited to honour the earth, your body and all creation as sacred and divine-and to celebrate life in all its richness.

7. You are invited to choose your own mission or purpose, expressing your creative gifts, talents and vision in whatever way feels most joyful.

8. You are invited to listen to the inner voice of Love, which always sets you free-knowing that your goodness and worthiness are never in question, and that you can do no wrong.

9. You are invited to trust in a loving and abundant Universe. Ask and it is given. Seek and ye shall find. Knock and the door shall be opened.

10. You are invited to follow your dreams and desires-trusting your feelings, and using your imagination, to create your own heaven on earth.

(Note: You are welcome to reproduce The Ten Invitations for your own use, for distribution at workshops and to clients etc. as long as you acknowledge the book/author as above.)

Rock 'n' Roll

2008-07-23T12:06:00.004+01:00

I read an article in today's Metro about an 1,800 year old Roman relic, which not only resembles the late Elvis Presley, it has a similar hairstyle.

Maybe, Elvis had another life as a Roman pop star. :-)

I've always loved Elvis Presley. He will always be the King of Rock 'n' Roll in my eyes.

Enocia

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1,800 year-old relic of Elvis Presley
Tuesday, July 22, 2008

The King is back, long live the King Those with suspicious minds may scoff – but this 1,800-year-old relic is the spitting image of Elvis Presley.

Complete with quiff and strong jaw, the likeness to the singer in his Las Vegas years is uncanny.

It has been verified by experts, who say it is a decoration found on the corners of a Roman coffin.

'Fans seeing this face from the distant past will be forgiven for thinking that their idol may well have lived a previous life in Rome,' said a spokesman for Bonhams, which is auctioning the item in October.

This Elvis probably dates back to about 200 AD – about 1,750 years before the birth of rock'n'roll.

But it could even date to 400 BC, experts claim.

The bust is an authentic acroterion – an ornament often found on the corners of sarcophagi, stone burial chambers where the most important people were laid to rest.

It is part of one of the world's most stunning private collections of ancient art, which will go under the hammer in London.

The 150 lots, once owned by Australian collector Graham Geddes, include Greek and Roman vases and reliefs showing battle scenes.

Many of these will go for up to £90,000 each although Elvis is unlikely to make even a fraction of that, unless the resemblance sparks a bidding war between fans.

The figure could fetch as much as £25,000 when it is sold.

'It is perhaps the strangest item in the sale, certainly to modern eyes.

'The likeness is so great that the collector himself calls the carving Elvis,' added the spokesman for the auctioneer.

'Looking at this face with its quiff, jaw and nose, one is led to the thought that the human face, for all is diversity and subtlety, has an ability to repeat itself.'

It is not just auction house staff who are taken aback by the bust – others are all shook up too.

'It bears an uncanny likeness. It's the quiff that does it,' said Greek and Roman art expert Georgiana Aitken.

'You do get some weird and wacky things at the corners of sarcophagi. The quiff was not a hairstyle of the day as far as I know.'

The Power of Selfishness

2008-07-22T13:56:00.009+01:00

During an email exchange with a friend I told her how much I admired the work she's doing. My friend said:

"Thanks, but it's a selfish act on my part...I just know I love it so do it selfishly!"

My response was:

"Oh, pulease, I believe in selfish acts. If everyone was being truly selfish loving what they love and following their hearts, the world will be transformed to a place of pure bliss in the twinkling of an eye, as they say in the Bible. So never stop being selfish, darling, because you're worth it."

As I see it, the world's idea of selflessness involves sacrifice, duty and obligation, which gives rise to guilt and resentment. There's no way I want resentment building up in my system. If doing what one loves, focusing on what one loves, and loving who one loves makes one selfish, then I'm EXTREMELY selfish.

Another reason why I believe in doing what I love is because Love is the frequency of God, the True Self. When I am doing what I love, I am being the True Self; when I'm doing something just because it makes me appear good in the world's eyes I'm not being true to myself.

That's why I love cats, at least the cats I've lived with, because they've been totally self-centred, just like me. Hurray for cats, well the cats I've loved anyway!

I'm not here to save the world or to sacrifice who I am, I'm here to express and share my love. If that makes me selfish, then so be it.

Selfish people of the world unite, your world needs you.

Enocia

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Oneness - Revisited

2008-07-22T13:29:00.010+01:00

I believe I am never separated from that which I love. This means the moment I think of someone I love, I am one with at that person receives the thought. He or she then chooses whether to ignore my love or not.

When I went to Canary Wharf with my mother recently, I thought of my friend whom I first met at a company I was working at in Canary Wharf. The next day on a bus journey a woman sat next to me and her laughter sounded so much like the same friend, who now lives in Ireland. When I checked my emails the day after I saw one from the same friend. She had obviously caught my vibe.

Here's the email she sent me with these beautiful rainbow roses. I happen to love rainbows and roses are my favourite flowers.

Enocia

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In case you are not aware, Saint Theresa is known as the Saint of the Little Ways, meaning she believed in doing the little things in life well and with great love.

She is represented by roses. May everyone who receives this message be blessed.

Saint Theresa's Prayer

May today there be peace within.

May you trust God that you are exactly where you are meant to be.

May you not forget the infinite possibilities that are born of faith.

May you use those gifts that you have received, and pass on the love that has been given to you.

May you be confident knowing you are a child of God.

Let this presence settle into your bones, and allow your soul the freedom to sing, dance, praise and love.

It is there for each and every one of us.

Oh, I Get It!

2008-07-22T13:09:00.005+01:00

While I was travelling on a bus with my mother, I pointed out a bus I had once used to get to a particular bus station, but I couldn't remember the name of the station. In thought I asked the bus station what it's name was and I kept getting the name "Camden Town."

Why do I keep thinking of Camden Town? That's not it. I knew the place had two words, the first word starts with a "C."

I decided the name would either pop up or I would check it up on the Internet. I did check the answer on Google and the name is Canning Town. Oh, now I get it. When I asked the bus station what its name was, I received the answer but I heard it as Camden Town instead of Canning Town.

I believe since I am connected to all things, I can communicate with all. It's a matter of asking the question and listening for the answers, at least listening properly.

Thank you, Canning Town station for your response.

Enocia

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Trusting in my Path; Taking the Dog for a Walk

2008-07-21T16:10:00.018+01:00

For me, heaven on earth is exploring canal paths and discovering where they lead to. I just love canals. As I've explored a particular canal in one direction, I was curious about where it went in the opposite direction. I promised myself that one Sunday I was going to explore it, which I did recently.

Before I left, I put out an intention for the weather to be dry and perfect for walking.

When I got off the bus and joined the canal, the weather was perfect: nice and cool, just the way I like it for walking. I walked down the canal until it reached a point where there was no longer any footpath to continue. The only way was to come out of it and find a way to get back on the canal further down. I asked this woman if she knew where I could connect back to the canal and she advised me to walk ahead and ask someone as it was too complicated to explain. After a few minutes I spotted a taxi driver dropping off a passenger. I asked him if he knew where I could link back to the canal. He told me he knew about roads not canals. I thought taxi drivers in London had studied The Knowledge and are meant to be familiar with all the nooks and crannies of London. You can't get the staff these days.

I asked a lady further down the road if she knew and she pointed which way to go. Another man I asked pointed the way and I ended up back right where I had started. I asked another man and he said he didn't know but his friend who lives locally might. He phoned his friend on his mobile to ask him. His friend's direction would take me back to where I started. I explained that I wanted to continue walking down the canal as far as it goes. The man's friend believed there was no other access. I thanked the man for calling his friend.

I knew there was a way to access the canal and it was a matter of finding it. It was time to trust in my love for canals, which I believed would guide me to it. I decided to treat my adventure like a dog being taken for a walk and trust in my walker. I was inspired to walk down a particular street which usually has a market. The traders had finished for the day so it was nice and quiet. As I walked down, two guys walked ahead of me. One even turned round to look at me. I read his glance as a sign that I was headed in the right direction. At the junction, they turned left but I knew I should go right. I ended up walking down a housing estate, the type some people might be scared of walking down on their own. I followed the road down until I arrived at another junction. I felt a tug on my invisible lead to go right. So off I went sniffing in that direction until I noticed some greenery and a path and eh voila, it was the lost canal of Islington. I've never been so happy to see a canal.

I asked a man sitting on a bench overlooking the canal whether this was the same canal I had left behind and he said it was; and it will lead me all the way to Camden Lock. I asked if I could stroke his dog. He said he was sure his dog, called Indy, wouldn't mind. After stroking him Indy was off. The man said Indy was looking for a gift to offer me. Apparently, Indy likes giving gifts but he hasn't quite worked out how to let go of his gifts. I asked the man whether he's heard of an American expression called Indian giver: "any individual who gives something and then either takes it back or wants to take it back." I said Indy sounds like one. He said he wasn't aware of that expression. (I've also heard that expression in Total Recall, one of my favourite films).

Indy returned with a nice stick in his mouth for me but when I went to grab it, he wouldn't let me have it.

"See, your dog is an Indian giver," I chuckled. "It's funny how his name is Indy."

"That's very interesting," the man said. "He's actually named after Indiana Jones."

"Ha, I see you've got an Indiana Jones hat," I said to my friend.

I then said goodbye and continued my walk. As I walked away I thought of Indy's intention to love in his own way even though he won't let the gift go. I guess it's the thought that counts.

I followed the canal called Regent's Canal all the way to Camden Lock, located in the middle of Camden Market which was heaving with shoppers. Sunday is their busiest day. After dodging the shoppers, I crossed over a bridge and I continued my walk down the canal. I had noticed a sign leading to Little Venice, which I decided would be my destination. Then I would catch a bus back home.

As I walked I noticed how people enjoy the canal in their own ways. There were people on boat trips going up and down the canal; there were people who lived on barges on the canal; there were cyclists going back and forth; there were walkers like myself going for their strolls, some with their dogs; and there were men fishing on the canal. I even stopped and asked a guy fishing if he'd caught anything. He said he had but let them go. He said there were pikes and eels in the water. I wished him well and continued my walk.

At some point there was a sign that said the pathway was closed. I figured I would get off the canal, cross over the road and find another entrance. The next entrance had a gate which was closed to the public. Damn! Two women behind me had the same idea. Then one woman asked another walker, who had come from the other direction, if there was a way to get back on the canal. She advised us to walk further down and we'll find it.

I figured I would walk with the two women though I stayed ahead of them. I could hear them chatting behind me then suddenly they were gone. It was as if they'd gone down the Bermuda Triangle and ended up in another time-space continuum. Maybe, it was I who had been sucked into the Bermuda Triangle. I decided to explore the area anyway as dogs like sniffing around. I noticed a van with the same surname as a friend of mine which I read as a sign that I was heading in the right direction. After I'd been exploring the area for a while I decided it was time to get back on the canal. I asked a man if the canal was close by and he said no. I heard some seagulls above which signified there was water close by. I came across another guy and asked him how I could get to "Little Venice." He pointed the way which was about half a mile down. After walking for ages and not seeing any evidence of my destination, I noticed some people walking towards me. One boy's T-shirt had the words: "Never ever give up!" Right, I won't! With dogged determination, I walked down a road and came to a park. Do I go left or right. I had a feeling I should go left. I saw a woman coming towards me and I asked her the way to "Little Venice." She said I was pretty close and said I would see the canal at the end of the road. I noted she had an Italian accent. Within a few minutes I was back on the canal. There were lots and lots of boats in that section and it did look like Venice, at least what I've seen in movies anyway.

I was dog-tired and decided to have a rest on a bench overlooking the canal. I watched a man, a woman and a baby in a push chair feeding the ducks and pigeons. Soon another woman arrived with her son to feed the ducks. She sat on the bench opposite me. While her son fed the birds, I chatted to her. She told me she lived locally and loves walking down the canal and bringing food for the ducks. Her son is five and she has a girl who is three next month. (Her birthday is 8 days before mine). We chatted about snacks we like and even exchanged ideas about food. While we were chatting I saw the two women who had disappeared in the Bermuda Triangle. One said to me, "You made it then?" I told her I had gone all round the houses and had eventually got back on the canal. She said they were following me then I seemed to disappear. They got back on the canal and have been following it all the way. I wished them a lovely walk.

When my new friend's son had finished feeding the ducks, he said he was going to create a person. He found a pebble which was the head, some cigarette butts which he used to make the torso, arms and legs. After admiring his work of art, I decided it was time to head off home. My friend showed me where I could catch my bus home which was only a few minutes away. When I got off the canal, I found myself going in the opposite direction. I guess the dog in me was curious to explore the area but I had to put my foot down and insist it was time to go home. I saw my friend who pointed the right way to catch the bus. A few minutes later, my bus arrived.

During my bus ride home, I thought about what it means to walk one's own individual path. When I asked people for directions, I was sent all over the place. It was only when I decided to follow my heart - my love for canals - that I was able to find the canal. Later when I was walking with those two women and we parted company, I followed my heart and explored the area. There was always someone around to guide me when I needed directions. Although I took the scenic route, compared to my friends, I still ended up at my destination.

Doing what I love is my path.
I trust in Love.

Enocia

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Journey into the Future

2008-07-21T15:00:00.010+01:00

I was telling my mother recently about how I travelled by bus via Canary Wharf, the business capital of London. I said it's changed since I last worked there in 1995. At the time I had a temporary contract as a secretary/administrator at a firm of engineers who were doing up one of the buildings. Mum said the last time she was in that area was in 1982, when she was temping for a company called the "London Docklands Development Corporation" which was set up to develop that area of East London. She only lasted a few days because it was too far to get to from where she lived at the time.

The other day, my mother and I decided to take a trip down memory lane to explore Canary Wharf. We decided to travel by bus.

Before we left, I noted it was quite cloudy. When I went to our local shop to buy my mother's newspaper, a customer told me it was going to rain and I should be prepared. I told him I expected dry weather where I was going. In thought, I put out an intention for the weather to be perfect at Canary Wharf so we could even sit outside.

During the bus ride, it started raining. I paid no attention to the weather as I knew it will be dry and sunny when we arrived at our destination. When we got off that bus to change, it was still raining but our next bus was right behind. Although the driver had to wait for a few minutes, she let us in and we sat upstairs. During the journey mum said if she'd known the weather was going to be like this, she wouldn't have come out. I told her to have faith.

"Faith is seeing the weather you want to experience behind the dark clouds," I said. "You'll find that the weather will be dry and sunny when we arrive at Canary Wharf."

She looked doubtful. Instead of focusing on the weather, I hummed a song I loved.

As soon as the bus was arriving at Canary Wharf, the clouds parted and the sun came out, just as I had predicted.

"See, I told you it was going to be sunny," mum said.

"Yes, mum, I believe you," I chuckled.

Mum was amazed at how much Canary Wharf had transformed since she was last there 26 years ago when it was full of dilapidated buildings. She loved it: the office buildings, shops, the apartments overlooking the river, everything. I took her through the shopping centre which wasn't there when I was working there. We did a bit of window-shopping then we went to the local pharmacy as she wanted to buy some hand cream. As we walked down the aisles, she pointed to me the different beauty products I used to be into. I used to use all these fancy moisturising creams and the ones that claim to rejuvenate one's skin. It's funny how on the one hand, I'm still the same; and yet I'm so different from the woman I was back in 1995.

I can just see my past self sitting in the square eating her lunch. As her future self, I'm telling her that in 13 years time she will have given up a lot of what she believed to be true including using beauty products to make herself appear young. I can see my past self can't quite accept this reality as it is too far removed from who she is.

Does this mean the me that I am now is an evolved version of the self in 1995? No, the future self in the present has simply had a paradigm shift. A paradigm is a way of seeing the world. For instance, if you see the world from a red perspective, then everything you do is tainted by your way of seeing. Let's say you have a shift and start seeing from a purple perspective, then your experiences are going to be different.

The Me that I was then used beauty products because she believed she needed to improve or fix what she was. She also had the belief in aging. When I had a paradigm shift, I realised my identity is Love-Light, therefore, there's nothing I have to do; I simply need to be Love and let Love transform all that I am to Love. That's why I don't feel the need to use fancy beauty products when I can let my Light shine through. The world's way is you have to pay for beauty and fight aging as aging is inevitable. Love offers beauty for free as beauty as my nature; eternal youth is who I am.

After mum had bought her hand cream, we popped into a food shop to buy some food. She asked if I wanted a sandwich but I only wanted chocolates and some sweets. I can eat chocolate all day. Then we went to sit outside. Although it was sunny, it was quite cool for my liking and I was glad I had on a cardigan. The weather was perfect for my mother as she likes it cool.

All in all, it was a fun outing and my mother and I enjoyed each other's company.

Later I reflected on what I'd said to my mother about having faith and seeing beyond the clouds. One can apply the same faith to the vision the developers had about Canary Wharf who could see beyond the dilapidated buildings. It took a while for their vision to unfold to become the business capital that it is now.

In the same respect, who I am now is the vision I as my True Self have given to my past self. In fact, some years back during meditation, I was "approached" by some entities calling themselves Vector8. They are pure energy. The entities were there to remind me that I'm part of that group and that it was time for me to focus on my true purpose. As this Energy I am already perfect. Since I had that "wake up" call, I have been applying all the wisdom that I am as Vector8 in my life experience. Put another way, it feels like Vector8 is my future self and I've travelled back in time to spiritualise all my life experiences. There are yet grander versions of myself to unfold. All I have to do is trust in the process.

I am Infinite Love/Vector8.

Enocia

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Persistence

2008-07-21T11:18:00.004+01:00

As I was waiting at a bus stop, I noticed a young man looking at the timetable. When the bus I was waiting for arrived, he got on board. I heard him telling the driver that he wanted to get to "Blackhorse Road." The driver told him to stay on the bus till the last stop and catch another one from there. I presumed from the young man's accent that he was either a tourist or he was new to that area of London.

At the next stop, the driver changed shift. Another driver got on board and our journey continued. At the last stop, the young man went to the new driver and said "I want to go to Blackhorse Road." The driver told him where to go but he still looked confused.

"I want to get to Blackhorse Road" he said to no one in particular.

I was going to help him but another passenger who'd heard him told him how to get there.

What I really admired about the young man was he was very persistent. He knew where he wanted to get to and he didn't care who helped him as long as he got help. I've observed some kids are a bit like that. They know what they want and they don't care how they get it.

I believe the Universe doesn't judge and is always supporting everyone on their journey. All I have to do is be specific, open, and never give up.

Enocia

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It's a Good Day to Love

2008-07-20T15:34:00.000+01:00

Today is a good day to love, be happy, and express my joy.

As will be tomorrow.

And the next.

And the next.

And the next....forever.

Every day is a good day to love.

Enocia

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Love's Organising Principle

2008-07-19T15:34:00.007+01:00

"When I wake up each morning, I remind myself of my identity as Love. Then I say to myself: "This is my day. Everything's going my way." In other words, this day is Love which means all my experiences are Love including my body, my mother, my family and friends, my neighbourhood, my bus journeys, the drivers, the motorists, the roads, people I meet along the way, all the wonderful ideas I receive, London, the weather, etc. I expect all my experiences to resonate with the Love that I am." This is My Day!;

So I promised to get a bottle of milk on my way home. After spending time at a bookshop, I went to the local supermarket but they didn't have the size I wanted. I had a choice whether to buy it locally or stop off and get it at another supermarket. I didn't fancy getting it locally because it means crossing the road which I find a hassle. While I was on the bus I had the idea to get off and buy it at a particular supermarket. I chose a particular checkout. Even though there were only two customers ahead, both had a lot of stuff. I noticed another checkout had customers with fewer stuff but something told me to stay put.

While I was waiting, I noticed the woman in front of me had on a purple top; purple is my favourite colour. I told her how much I liked her top. She asked me if it looked good on her and I said it suited her complexion. She said my short hair suits my slim frame. I thanked her. Then she said that since I only had one item, I should go ahead of her. I thanked her and was out in no time.

As soon as I got to the bus stop, a bus arrived. When I got off that bus, my next bus followed. Two stops down a man got on. Two days before I'd asked a passenger I usually travel with about a particular bus driver who lives in our neighbourhood. I said I hadn't seen him for quite a while and was wondering where he was. The man who had got on was the bus driver. At the last stop I nudged him and told him I'd been wondering where he was and now he's answered my question. He said if I ever wonder about him, I should send him blessings. As we walked home together, he told me he was going home for his hour break and would be returning to work. He told me what shifts he usually works. Then I said goodbye and wished him well.

I thought it was so wonderful how Infinite Love had organised everything perfectly so I went to the right supermarket, left at the right moment, connected with the right buses so I could link up with the friend I hadn't seen in ages.

I trust in the organising principle of Love.

Enocia

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It's Good to Be Home

2008-07-19T13:50:00.007+01:00

Imagine you're in a career or profession where although you're progressing, you're itching to try something different, maybe go travelling, anything but be in the same environment. That urge comes from deep within and makes you restless. That feeling of restlessness grows and grows and may even manifest as dissatisfaction in your work and irritation with your colleagues. You stop looking forward to work and start phoning in sick. Next thing you know, you're called into Human Resources and told that you're going to be made redundant. Once you've got over the initial shock, you realise that the redundancy was a blessing in disguise. Now you can focus on exploring other facets of who you are until the next time you feel restless again.

When I first started sharing my experiences on the Web I was focused on Truth, Truth and more Truth. I asked many questions and I received my answers. Ever so often I would feel restless which let me know that it was time to express other aspects of Infinite Self. I would then create a blog accordingly. And yet I still continued to ponder and ask questions. There came a point when I came to the realisation that I could go on and on asking questions forever. It was time to rest.

Right now I am focused on the Wonder of life. It's so easy and simple, all I have to do is know myself as Love and let the magic happen. This, for me, is home. I'm reminded of part of the lyrics from a song by Anita Baker, which is one of my absolute favourites:

Somebody understands me
Somebody gave his heart to me
I stumbled my whole life long
Always on my own, now I'm home

My weary mind is rested
And I feel as if my home is in your arms
Fears are all gone, I like the sound of your song
And I think I want to sing it forever Giving You the Best That I Got, Anita Baker

Thank you, Anita Baker, for your gift of love. I love you.

No more restlessness for me. I'm happy to simply rest in Love.

It's good to be home.

Enocia

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Milking It For All It's Worth - Part 2

2008-07-18T11:26:00.010+01:00

I was saying to my mother last night how I noticed people on a particular bus looked so miserable. I said if only people realised the power each of them has to experience their joy. One way to achieve this is to simply recall a happy memory, a song even, and milk that memory for all it's worth and your countenance will even change. The moment you're resonating at Joy, your experiences match your joy and miracles happen.

Mum said people tend to be preoccupied with their problems rather than remembering happy memories.

Earlier, I had been chatting to a guy at the library about children's programmes we used to watch in the 80s. Although he's a lot younger than I am (he's 31) he could still remember. We only had a five minute conversation but I could see how quickly he'd transformed as he recalled those memories.

Later my mother recalled one happy childhood memory. As she was telling me the story, she was beaming with such joy and she was looking so radiant.

One talent I have is bringing out the joy in people. Just give me a minute or two and I promise you, you'll not only be happy you'll look years younger. And another thing, that happiness will transform your outlook on life which will lead to the equivalent life experience. You will then need to keep it up otherwise you'll be back in the mire.

We all have the power of infinite joy within us which can create untold wonder and magic. All it takes is one happy memory to lift yourself up from the doldrums.

Joy to all.

Enocia

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This is My Day!

2008-07-18T10:22:00.011+01:00

Someone asked me how come I am always happy and I experience life as full of wonder.

Well, it's all about being in the right frequency. To experience a life filled with wonder, I need to always be in the frequency of Love as I believe Love is the Magician that magnetises magic and wonder.

When I wake up each morning, I remind myself of my identity as Love. Then I say to myself: "This is my day. Everything's going my way." In other words, this day is Love which means all my experiences are Love including my body, my mother, my family and friends, my neighbourhood, my bus journeys, the drivers, the motorists, the roads, people I meet along the way, all the wonderful ideas I receive, London, the weather, etc. I expect all my experiences to resonate with the Love that I am.

Incidentally, as I was waiting to cross at the traffic light this morning, the cars stopped for me to cross over even though the traffic signal was still on Green. It's not surprising because in truth there are no cars or traffic light, there is only Love.

Other ways to be in the frequency of Love is to do what you love, think about what you love, and focus only on what you love.

I am Love.
This is Love's Day.
Everything's going Love's way.

Enocia

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Milking It For All It's Worth

2008-07-17T13:18:00.010+01:00

I was sharing with a friend recently how music is my saviour. I said that many years ago when I was travelling by campervan with my boyfriend in Australia, we went through a phase when we weren't getting on. After having another row, we stopped speaking to each other. I spent those long hours humming Michael Jackson's songs to myself. Those songs not only kept me company, they kept me sane during those hard times.

My mother and I constantly have those "remember when" moments and we'll remind each other about a funny experience and we'll milk the memory for all it's worth and have a good chuckle.

My blogs record memories of all the wisdom, love, joy, inspiration, and wonder that I am. If I can't milk out a memory for all it's worth, it's not worth recalling that memory.

There's no need to ever feel down in the dumps when I have my wonderful memories to keep me company.

Enocia

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Life Review

2008-07-17T12:31:00.014+01:00

I've heard that when people pass over, they go through a life review which helps them see what they've done in their lives or what they were preoccupied with. They are their own judge and jury.

There's no need to die to experience a life review. I'm going through a life review right now.

I'm currently reviewing all my articles and putting them into relevant categories. Each time I go through an article I get to see what I was preoccupied with. Was I living my truth? Was I being true to myself? Was I loving the way I know how to love? I am reminded of the chart of the I AM Presence from the teachings of The Summit Lighthouse:

"The Divine Monad consists of the I AM Presence surrounded by the spheres (color rings) of light which comprise the causal body. This is the body of First Cause that contains within it man's "treasure laid up in heaven"-words and works, thoughts and feelings of virtue, attainment, and light-pure energies of love that have risen from the plane of action in time and space as the result of man's judicious exercise of free will and his harmonious qualification of the stream of life that issues forth from the heart of the Presence and descends to the level of the Christ Self, thence to invigorate and enliven the embodied soul." The Mighty I Am Presence

Thus, each category represents an attribute of Self (colour ring) I am expressing. Categories with the most articles signify which attributes of Spirit I am expressing the most.

The wonderful thing about having a life review is I get to feel all the joy and love I shared in those articles. I get to experience the magic all over again.

It's a really good feeling to know how much I love and I am loved.

All my love and gratitude to all the players.

Enocia

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History Repeating Itself

2008-07-17T10:21:00.005+01:00

A while back my mother and I watched a historical documentary about the period after Mount Vesuvius erupted; the actual eruption took place on 24 August AD 79. The reason why I know this is not because I'm that keen on history, God forbid, but because 24 August is my birthday.

In that documentary, the historian/presenter discussed the class structure at the time. He said at the bottom of the pile were the slaves. The next level up were the gladiators, prostitutes, pimps and actors. When we heard that "actors" were on the same level as the pimps, my mother and I were literally falling off our chairs laughing. I can't recall now what the other levels were because I was too busy laughing my head off to pay any attention.

Given how actors are considered to be celebrities that people aspire to, it was quite hilarious hearing they were so low down the echelon of society during that period. When I pointed this out to my friend who is an actor, he said there is a definite hierarchy in the acting profession. There are the A-listers, the B-listers, C-listers and the "nobodies" at the bottom frantically trying to make a living.

Last night I watched Celebrity MasterChef where celebrities are put through their paces in order to become the Celebrity Master Chef. In last night's programme, the four semi-finalists had to cook for 500 builders with huge appetites. We're talking donkey-work here, no offence to donkeys. Watching those celebrities slave over a hot stove felt to me like history repeating itself where the actors were a rung above the slaves. I was exhausted watching those celebrities trying to prove themselves.

That's the world of celebrity for you. I guess when you are famous and want to remain famous, you'll do all you can to claw your way back from the C-List to the next rung above or even higher. I believe these celebrities are never going to be A-listers because those on the A-Lists will never go on these kinds of shows anyway. I can't imagine actors such as Michael Caine, Anthony Hopkins, or Judy Dench ever going on MasterChef or Celebrity Big Brother.

Still it makes for very entertaining television.

I can't wait to see who the semi-finalists are cooking for next.

Enocia

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Inspiration - Revisited

2008-07-16T12:20:00.003+01:00

While I writing at the library a woman sitting on the computer beside me asked me if I was writing a book. She said she's noticed how focused I am in my writing. She said she finally twigged that I must be working on a book.

My friend said she also has ideas for a book. She's collected lots of articles and material and it's a matter of sitting down and writing it. She told me how much my dedication inspires her.

I told my friend I believed in her and wished her every success with her book.

Enocia

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How to Beat the System

2008-07-16T12:06:00.004+01:00

As my mother was getting ready this morning I asked her where she was off to. She said she had a dental appointment. She recently received a notice from her dentist asking her to go for a check-up. Even though she didn't want to, she felt she had to.

When mum went to the dentist six months ago, she discovered her name had been removed from her dentist's list because she hadn't been in a few years. The dentist told her that because of government legislation, they have to remove names of patients who haven't attended for a while. Mum asked for her name to be put back on the list. She said she had to see the dentist as she didn't want her name removed. She realises that she has to pay for the consultation anyway whether the dentist does any work on her or not. Even though she gets part of the money back from her health insurance, she feels cheated and there's nothing she can do about it.

The System is rather like a casino owner or bookmakers that always wins in the long run. You can't beat the System.

I believe the only way to beat the System is to plug out of the System.

When you realise your identity is Spirit, you are no longer dependent on dentists or doctors to maintain your health. You know you are Spirit and Spirit is health.

Enocia

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Of Course I am My Body!

2008-07-16T10:14:00.023+01:00

I have had different realisations of Self.

I have realised that I am flesh and body human with different identities such as female, black, heterosexual, British, daughter, sister, friend, lover, writer, joker, with beliefs, likes and dislikes, thoughts and emotions, etc.

I have realised I am pure consciousness and Light.

I have realised I am the Dreamer of dreams.

I have realised I am the All There Is.

I have realised I am the ONE in all.

I have realised I am Causeless.

The bottom line is I am Spirit/Infinite Love.

I believe the whole point of life is to live as Spirit here and now. Therefore, instead of identifying myself as Spirit having a physical experience, I have to know that I am Spirit and only Spirit no matter where I find myself. This means right now I am solid Spirit or Spirit woman in human form with my likes, dislikes and beliefs.

As I see it, the spiritual path is simply a process of spiritualising all my experiences i.e. reminding myself constantly that I am Spirit and I live in a spiritual universe now and always.

So yes, I am my body. If you stroke my arm, it is actually me that you are stroking because that arm is I as Spirit in form. If you scratch my arm and it hurts, it is actually I, Spirit in form, that you're hurting. Having said that, my arm only hurts because I have forgotten who I am as Spirit; all I have to do is remember that my arm is Spirit and the pain is gone.

I believe living as Spirit in form is rather like the doctor in the sci-fi series, "Star Trek Voyager" who appears very much solid and can even treat his patients, and yet he's a hologram that is made of light. He can change his appearance by programming how he wants to appear.

I am my body and proud of it.

Enocia

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Recurring Theme

2008-07-15T13:07:00.009+01:00

I've decided to organise ALL my articles into categories, which will make it easier for me when I come to publish them in book formats.

What I find very interesting about this project is it reveals what I've been preoccupied with over the last four years; or rather, what messages I've been getting from my True Self who has been expressing herself in the experiences I've had been sharing in my writings. The recurring theme is "be true to myself." This means doing what I love, loving myself, believe in myself and knowing that I already have all the answers within me, and follow no one but my True Self.

So I have been preoccupied with the same theme for ages. Is it possible that my purpose is to be true to mySelf and inspire others to be true to their True Self?

Nah! :-D

Oh well, back to work.

Enocia

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Where the Heart Is - Part 2

2008-07-15T10:40:00.011+01:00

While I was at the bookshop they were playing an album by some French artist. The music made me think of my brief affair with the French language which was inspired by my mother's love for French. Apparently she did very well in French when she was at school. She also loved literature.

When my cousins, who were a few years older, were studying French I would listen to them practise their grammar. I couldn't wait to apply what I'd learned from them at secondary school. When I started studying French, I was very enthusiastic. Because I found it quite easy I excelled at it and was always top of my class when it came to French. In fact, it was the only subject I was really good at in secondary school. Every year I received a prize for French. After GCE O'Levels I thought about studying French at Advanced level. I even started it at college but what put me off was reading French literature. Although I love reading, I didn't like studying literature at O'level but had to because it was compulsory. There was no way I was going to choose to study French literature. It was time to drop it.

As I listened to the French woman singing about God knows what, I felt nothing. I realised all the love and enthusiasm I once had for French had only been at a superficial level; it was a fever I'd caught from my mother's and cousins' enthusiasm for French. Now that my immune system is no longer compromised, the fever has left me and taken away with it the dreams I once had about living in France. That fever has never returned.

Now my love for Britain is a different affair. I've always loved Britain. Even after we'd moved from London to live in Sierra Leone I never stopped dreaming of returning to my beloved Britain. Although I did go through a phase when I didn't like living in London, I renewed my love and now I love it. While I do love Britain, it doesn't mean I love Britain because of its history. I've never liked history nor do I care about who the Kings and Queens were. My love for Britain goes far beyond historical data. It's the unconditional love a mother has for her child who can do no wrong. It's a love that has no beginning or end. It's a love that resonates with who I am being. It's a love that I cannot explain, it simply is.

Great Britain is great.
The United Kingdom is my kingdom on earth.

I love you just because I do.

Enocia

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A Gem

2008-07-14T15:56:00.002+01:00

I've been going through old posts and I found this gem which made me chuckle.

Enocia

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Saturday, April 09, 2005

Different Approaches to Problems

Optimist: "A problem shared is a problem halved."

Pessimist: "A problem shared gives me a headache."

A student on the path: "Thank you for sharing your problem. I can learn from your problem."

Metaphysicist: "Problem, what problem? It's all in your imagination."

One who is awake: Hehehe, hahaha, hehehe!

Hehehe!

Have a lovely day,
Enocia

Absence or Presence?

2008-07-14T13:22:00.011+01:00

In any one moment I am either focused on Absence or Presence.

Let's say I'm waiting for a bus to arrive. When my attention is focused on Absence, I am very much aware that the bus is not there. Absence creates space between me and that which I'm waiting for. The space between myself and the object is the time it takes for the bus to arrive. I then start feeling impatient that the bus is taking ages, etc.

When my attention is focused on Presence, I am not focused on the bus' absence but on what is already present. Sometimes I focus on other buses. Other times I people-watch or even have conversation with other passengers. Sometimes I fantasise about stuff, remember things I love, or ponder about ideas. I even imagine myself already at my destination. Then I'm no longer feeling any passage of time or space between me and the bus. When my bus arrives it seems to happen in no time at all, which is true as there is no time in Presence.

Speaking of which, while I was waiting at a bus stop the other evening, I checked the digital bulletin to see which bus was coming first. It said the first one wasn't due until 8 minutes. Then I heard a little boy, about three years old, calling the bus. He kept saying "Bus! Bus! Bus!" My attention was then distracted from the waiting/absence of the bus to the boy. We couldn't help but giggle. The boy didn't stop calling until the first bus arrived. According to the bulletin we still had another 3 minutes of waiting time for the first bus to arrive. However, the first bus that arrived was another route which wasn't listed on the bulletin. It would seem that the boy had focused on the presence of a bus. By calling on a bus to arrive, the little boy had called forth a bus in no time.

I have a friend I don't see that often, maybe once every few months or even longer. Because I feel my friend's presence around me i.e. I see things that remind me of him, I don't get a sense of being separated from him at all. So when we do meet up in person, it's as if I only saw him yesterday. In other words, no time has passed at all because we were never apart anyway.

Instead of focusing on what I believe I don't have which creates frustration and a sense of separation, I prefer to focus on Presence i.e. how much I love. Then what I've been dreaming about experiencing unfolds perfectly in no time.

Loving the Presence.

Enocia
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Where the Heart Is

2008-07-14T12:25:00.011+01:00

I believe everything has a heart. It is the heart that gives a thing life and meaning. When something has lost its heart, it's as good as dead.

When I'm focused on doing something I love, or I am attracted to something, that thing has a heart that is alive with love and life. The moment I stop giving it my love, then that thing ceases to have life/meaning for me. Put another way, when I am loving whatever I am loving, my heart is in it. I know when my heart is no longer in something when I don't enjoy it or it feels like hard work. That's when I know it's time to move on.

I remember being in a relationship when both our hearts weren't in it. Yet we kept it going on even though neither of us were enjoying one another. In other words, we were flogging a dead horse. It was only a matter of time when that which was already "dead" as an idea was made manifest in form and we split up. After a few months, my boyfriend wanted us to get back together but I didn't because my heart was no longer in that relationship. I guess I wasn't prepared to give it the love that it deserves.

I see Trafalgar Square as the heart of London because there's always something going on there, which gives it life. Two days ago as I walked past I noticed dancers performing in the Square. Apparently, they were creating a Guinness world record for the amount of dancers performing together at one time. It was quite entertaining. I love how different people from many nationalities come together to enjoy an event at the Square. Even when there is nothing going on in the Square, it still attracts lots of tourists and visitors. I get a sense of an eternal presence of love in that Square that embraces all.

I feel London is the heart of the United Kingdom. It symbolises what it means to be British: tradition on the one hand, and diversity on the other. When the terrorists hit London a few years ago they were trying to destroy the heart of the nation and replace it with fear, but they didn't and can never succeed. The heart will always be alive in London because I will always love London, whether I'm living there or not.

Whatever I love doing, that is where my heart is.

Enocia

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On Being a Maverick

2008-07-14T11:17:00.009+01:00

One of my favourite films of all time is Top Gun. It has everything I love: gorgeous guys, excellent one-liners, and fighter planes. I happen to love planes. That's why Heathrow is one of my favourite parts of London because of the airport. Last year, a friend introduced me to the RAF Museum, which has authentic fighter planes that had been used in both wars. Being so close up to those planes was so exhilarating!

When I noticed "Top Gun" was on last night, I just had to watch it again.

Top Gun is about fighter pilots, Pete Mitchell aka Maverick and his wingman, Goose and the lifestyle of fighter pilots. At first glance, Maverick appears rather arrogant, which is only because he's not only very good at what he does, but he has his own way of doing things, which don't usually meet up with the text book approach. Hence his nickname, Maverick. After Maverick had demonstrated another unorthodox manoeuvre, his boss gives him a dressing down as follows: "Your ego is writing cheques your body can't cash!" I just love that line!

When the number 1 pilot at their station decides that lifestyle is no longer for him, Maverick and Goose, who were number 2, are given the once in a lifetime opportunity to train at Top Gun, the flying school for advanced fighter pilots. There they get to compete with the best of the best. At Top Gun, Maverick tries to psyche out the other fighter pilots. He realises his main rival is Ice, who is renowned for his smooth and perfect flying. While on paper Ice is the best, it is Maverick's original, albeit risky, manoeuvres, that the instructors secretly admire.

Maverick ends up falling for one of the instructors at the school. Things are going well until one day there's a technical fault on Maverick's plane and he and Goose have to eject. Unfortunately, Goose doesn't survive. Maverick is devastated to lose his best friend and loses his confidence. He even considers quitting. He has to come to terms with his loss.

Soon Maverick and his colleagues are called upon to fight in a real battle. Maverick uses both his technical skills and pure genius to assist Ice and other pilots and the Americans win that battle. Maverick comes home a hero. When Maverick is asked what job he would like, he chooses to be an instructor at Top Gun.

From the very first time I watched Top Gun I've preferred Maverick to Ice. For me, Maverick speaks of the genius within that expresses one's true self. Mavericks are never going to be the top of their class because society doesn't appreciate Mavericks as they challenge the status quo. In the end, it's usually Mavericks who transform society anyway with their original ideas. Mavericks also inspire others to express their Maverick within.

I am Maverick.

Enocia

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Supermarket Sweep

2008-07-14T10:48:00.005+01:00

My mother asked me to do some shopping at the supermarket on the way home. When I arrived at the supermarket I noted it wasn't crowded. At least I can relax and shop at my leisure. Then I heard a supermarket staff remnding customers that it was now 9.45 pm and that the store would be closing in 15 minutes.

Fifteen minutes? Damn! I didn't realise it was that late! I need to get my skates on.

I felt like I was a contestant on the TV gameshow, Dale's Supermarket Sweep, where contestants are given a set amount of time to look for various items and the one with the most amount of money wins. Fortunately, I only had four items on my shopping list. I raced round the aisles to look for them.

The one that was tricky was a particular brand of Tonic Water that my mother uses to mix her fruit concentrate, which I haven't bought at this supermarket before. I searched around where bottles of water were and couldn't find it. I asked a shop assistant and he showed me a pack of 4 standing on a trolley. I told him I only wanted one. I asked him if he knew where the single ones were kept and he said he didn't. I decided to get a bottle of lemonade instead which mum could use to mix her drinks.

Then I raced to the checkout. I queued behind this man who had lots of stuff. It was then I noticed that he had the exact same brand of Tonic Water I had been looking for. I asked him where he got it from and he pointed the way. I raced to the aisle, found the Tonic Water and put back the lemonade. Phew!

As I was walking out of the supermarket, I heard an announcement that customers had 5 more minutes until the shop closed for the evening. Not bad at all. Do I win the star prize or what?

It's amazing how much one can achieve when you don't have time to mess about.

"Next time you're at the checkout and you hear the beep - think of the fun you could be having on Supermarket Sweep!"

Enocia

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You are Such a Sheep!

2008-07-14T10:27:00.006+01:00

I've just read this wonderful story in today's Metro newspaper about a man and his pet sheep. Call me baa-rmy but I love it. Nick the sheep even loves eating rose bushes, my favourite flowers. For the photos click into the title link.

Enocia

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Sheep is unusual new house pet
Sunday, July 13, 2008

A cheeky ram is certainly not the black sheep of the family after he made himself at home in his rescuer's house.

The 22-stone sheep, which goes by the name Nick Boing, was rescued by David Palmer as a new-born lamb three years ago.

But despite Mr Palmer trying to reintroduce Nick to farm-life, the sheep preferred his home comforts in the Rhiwbina area of Cardiff, watching TV and trips in the car.

Mr Palmer, 53, said Nick had even slept in his bed when he was a lamb but was too big for that now.

He said Nick had not long been born when he discovered him bleating in the grass on a trip with his partner Caroline and 13-year-old son Nathan to Goldcliff Nature Reserve, in Newport, south Wales.

"There were no other sheep about so we picked him up," he said.

"I didn't know anything about sheep so I took him to the nearest farm and left my name, but nobody contacted me and he came with us.

"Caroline had a baby bottle left from when Nathan was little so we fed him some milk and within an hour he was running around."

Mr Palmer said he had tried leaving Nick with farmers on two occasions, but the animal had refused to go near other sheep and would not settle.

Nick has become a hit with the neighbours in the village and Mr Palmer said the sheep knows which gardens he is allowed into.

He said he had build Nick his own little bungalow in the back garden, complete with carpet and windows, but the sheep still likes to spend time in the living room.

"He's more intelligent than your average sheep that's stuck in a field.

He's in the house and in the car and meeting people over the park and around the village.

"He's part of the family. He comes in every evening, head-butts the cushions off the settee and watches TV.

"If the biscuit barrel is out he'll butt it on the floor because he knows the lid will come off.

"Come 11pm he'll have a swede or an apple and then he's out for the night.

"It probably smells in here, but I'm used to it.

"He's a browser not a grazer and likes to eat hedges and flowers.

"If he sees a rose bush he'll eat the whole thing right down to the ground."

Mr Palmer said: "It takes me five hours to shear him with a scissors but I only have to do that once a year.

"He loves being shampooed and will lie on his back with his legs in the air for me to wash him."

He said Nick also enjoys lying in the front doorway watching the world go by and that he is the mascot for his son's rugby team.

Mr Palmer also takes him to visit local schools.

"Who would have thought it? Going up and down the street with a lamb is one thing, I didn't think I could do it with a sheep but there you are.

"He's such good company and he knows what's what, he's not stupid at all."

The Tried and Tested Approach

2008-07-12T14:29:00.003+01:00

While I was lying down I had a cramp on one foot. I remembered the last time I'd had the experience when I'd called out in thought to a "friend" to assist. I felt myself reliving the experience. I heard the friend tell me to relax. Again, I heard the same voice saying "I love you." The cramp was soon dissolved.

Sometimes, instead of coming out with new ways of approaching something, it's best to stick to the old tried and tested approach.

Once again, thank you friend.

Love always.

Enocia

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At Last, Free Travel!

2008-07-12T13:49:00.004+01:00

On the bus when I placed my Oyster card (ticket) on the machine the driver told me the machine wasn't working. He said the main Oyster System that controls all the machines on buses, trains and tubes was down. He said this means passengers can travel on all transports for free today.

Well, since my Oyster bus pass is for the week, it really doesn't matter whether the machines are working or not as I've already paid for it. The same applies for people who have monthly Oysters and season tickets. The only passengers who are going to benefit from today's free travel are pay-as-you-go Oyster users. No doubt they will deduct the money lost from today and add it to next year's prices when the tickets go up.

Free travel? Do me a favour!

Still I won't give up on that dream though.

I have a dream of free travel like my hero, Mary Poppins, who travels on her broomstick. Hmmm, not sure if I want to travel by a broomstick. Anyway, Mary Poppins can travel to any reality she chooses, even those in paintings, in the blink of an eye.

I have a dream where life is experienced rather like the people do in the land of Oz from the movie, The Wizard of Oz:

In the Merry Old Land of Oz!
We get up at twelve
And start to work at one
Take an hour for lunch
And then at two we're done
Jolly good fun! Merry Old Land of Oz, lyrics

That's my kind of day.

I am holding fast to my dreams. I will never give up on my dreams.

In the meantime, happy travelling, everyone!

Enocia

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Dreaming the Weather

2008-07-12T10:22:00.010+01:00

I believe the weather is a dream that is usually dreamed up by the minority of dreamers called Meteorologists. They put out their dream forecasts in the media. When people agree with the predictions, they collectively dream up the conditions. Just because the weather conditions appear one way doesn't mean I have to accept it, particularly when it doesn't fit in with my dreams.

I was inspired to walk from the city, which usually takes about 2 hours. I noticed clouds hovering signifying rain somewhere. I decided to walk anyway. After I had been walking for about an hour, it started drizzling then there was a heavy downpour.

Now, there are times when I find rain a lot of fun. It's lovely travelling on the bus when it's raining. I get to spot all these colourful umbrellas. I also love it when rainbows appear sometimes after a downpour. There are also times when I don't appreciate rain. On this occasion, I wanted to enjoy my walk in dry weather. It was time to make my intentions clear to the Universe. I reminded myself of the truth of reality, as I see it.

All experiences are dreams.
I am the Lucid Dreamer.
This is my dream.
I am now dreaming myself taking a walk in dry weather.

Even though I was carrying an umbrella, I waited at a bus shelter for my dream to become a reality. The rain stopped and the sun came out. I noticed in the area where I was, the clouds had parted to reveal the lovely blue sky; while everywhere else had dark clouds.

After I had been dream walking for a while, it started drizzling. Again, I put out my dreaming intention that I am walking in dry weather and it stopped. Just as I was getting closer to home, it started drizzling again. I realised I should have been clearer in my dream intention that "I am walking in dry weather all the way home." Never mind, at least I was nearly home.

Hang on. What if other people were enjoying the rain and wanted dry weather. Isn't it possible our dreams are going to clash? I believe that because the Universe has no limits we can all experience whatever weather conditions we prefer, it's a matter of believing this is possible. I'm reminded of an experience I once read in a book called "As I See It" by John Hargreaves, which is written from a Christian Science perspective.

During passengers were on a ferry crossing the channel to France, the waters got choppy which made some of the passengers sea-sick. There were two Christian Scientists on board the ferry so they decided to apply treatment to the condition. A Christian Science treatment is realising the truth, as taught by Christian Science, that there is no material universe but all is spiritual. Man is, therefore, Spirit and has never been mortal. In this case, the Christian Science practitioners realised the truth of that situation of harmony's presence. Soon the conditions improved and the waters were calm. Passengers who were feeling sea-sick felt better and started enjoying the journey. One passenger, who wasn't a Scientist, pointed to a Scientist that while their part of the channel was calm, the rest of the waters on the channel was still choppy. This demonstrates that the Universe was meeting everyone's needs according to their beliefs. Those who expected to experience calm seas had it which they shared with others on the ferry. Those who didn't believe it was possible to travel in calm seas experienced choppy waters.

Why didn't the Christian Scientists manifest calm seas for everyone?

I believe because the Universe didn't want to infringe on other people's right to dream. Let's look at the bigger picture. If God created the universe to be in perfect order, why can't God just say the word, a decree or something, and everywhere is instantly transformed into beauty and order and there are no more wars, poverty, sickness and death. Because that doesn't seem to be how the Universe operates. Each of us has to realise this perfection for ourselves, which has already been freely given, and be willing to receive/experience that reality. Now if I'm dreaming I need to do something to experience perfection, I'm not going to be open to receive it.

Some people might argue that weather conditions are not things that can be changed. We simply need to accept what Mother nature is about even if sometimes Mother Nature can be pretty destructive. Well, I beg to differ. I don't believe it is the nature of Mother Nature to cause mayhem, which is simply reflecting people's inner state. One way to be in harmony with nature is to realise my identity as the Dreamer. Here's another way to look at it from one of my favourite books:

"Our eagerness for worldly activity kills in us the sense of spiritual awe. We cannot comprehend the Great Life behind all names and forms, just because science brings home to us how we can use the powers of nature; this familiarity has bred a contempt for her ultimate secrets. Our relation with nature is one of practical business. We tease her, so to speak, to know how she can be used to serve our purposes; we make use of her energies, whose Source yet remains unknown. In science our relation with nature is one that exists between a man and his servant, or in a philosophical sense she is like a captive in the witness box. We cross-examine her, challenge her, and minutely weigh her evidence in human scales which cannot measure her hidden values. On the other hand, when the self is in communion with a higher power, nature automatically obeys, without stress or strain, the will of man. This effortless command over nature is called 'miraculous' by the uncomprehending materialist." Autobiography of a Yogi

I believe that "self [which] is in communion with a higher power" is the Lucid Dreamer.

I also believe I'm here to enjoy wondrous dreams which include perfect dream weather.

Rain, rain, go away, come again when I'm in the mood to jump in your puddles.

Enocia

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A Woman's Right to Plug Out of the System

2008-07-11T10:08:00.022+01:00

On the bus I saw a friend who lives in the neighbourhood. She introduced me to her daughter and said she was taking her to the doctors first before taking her to school. I asked if her daughter was ill. She said they were going to have some inoculations for their impending trip to Nigeria.

After we parted company, I thought about what it means to be inoculated. Before my trip to Bangkok seven years ago, I got myself inoculated to protect myself. At that time I was well and truly in the System and believed in taking the necessary precautions when travelling to certain parts of the world.

Because I was so plugged into the System, the thought never occurred to me that I didn't have to be inoculated if I didn't think it was necessary. In fact, if someone had suggested that to me, I would have found their suggestion ludicrous. That's the System for you, it makes one blinkered to other ways of being. When I returned from my trip that year, I went through an emotional break down or breakthrough. That was when I started going through a process of systematically plugging out of the System. It was then I realised how deep the System goes into programming everyone to depend on it.

Two nights ago, I watched a documentary called "Extraordinary People - Outlaw Births" which followed three women who intended to give birth without any medical intervention. Two of them had had previous experience with the System and were so unhappy with the way they'd been treated they decided to go it alone. Most of their friends and loved ones thought these women crazy for not trusting in medicine and suggested that they at least have a midwife present but the women refused. Naturally, the medical experts interviewed were very adamant that women who take this option are taking a great risk and would not recommend this. One woman was even threatened by someone at a hospital that she would be prosecuted if she gave birth without medical intervention. If there weren't websites and forums where women of like-minds could share experiences, these women would have felt completely alone. One woman, based in America, even met up with like-minded women in person and she was able to share her anxiety about giving birth without medical intervention.

It was wonderful to witness these women giving birth. One woman spoke to her baby throughout the birthing process and encouraged the baby to come out when it was ready. When the baby came out, it was so peaceful and quiet. The woman said she didn't find the process painful because she wasn't resisting but allowing it to happen. My mother, who was watching the documentary with me, said that if that baby had been born in a hospital he would have been slapped to make him cry.

The other two women who had had given birth before in hospitals had misgivings but they still insisted on giving birth with just loved ones close by. Both babies came out perfectly. It was interesting to see that as both of these women experienced pain during their short labour, the babies came out yelling. It just shows how the mother's experience can affect the baby's state of mind.

I'm not surprised really that the medical experts and the women's relatives were appalled by the idea of the women going it alone. Like I said earlier, when you are living in the System, you can't imagine another reality.

I've heard it said that all of us are "born in sin." I believe this statement to be true for most people. What do I mean by this? I believe it is Infinite Intelligence/Spirit that makes fertilisation take place between the sperm and the egg. I believe it is same Intelligence that quickens the cells until they multiply and become a perfect, albeit, tiny baby. At this level we are all pure and innocent. However, instead of trusting in the process and allowing Intelligence to do its work, a lot of mothers-to-be find it necessary to influence the gestation process. They study books about giving birth, what kinds of food to eat, what to wear, what to do, etc, etc,. My mother tells me a lot of these books are filled with horror stories. I'm presuming she read quite a few of them when she was pregnant with me and my two brothers.

There's also the mother's family, cultural, religious, political, philosophical, spiritual and whatever beliefs which end up moulding the foetus. By the time the baby is ready to be born, s/he is already plugged into the System good and proper. It's only natural that the baby then enjoys whatever food it's given because it's used to it anyway. To be "born in sin" is when you're already plugged into the System.

To avoid having a baby that is "born in sin", I believe an expectant mother has to have already plugged out of the System. Such a mother simply trusts in the Intelligence to unfold the process without influencing it in any way. I've never heard of a pregnant bitch reading a textbook about what it means to give birth to puppies. Then again, I could be wrong; there are many intelligent bitches out there.

After I had finished watching the documentary with my mother I said to her that one reason why I didn't want to have children was because I didn't want any part of the System. Even if I were to go through child birth the natural way, where I simply trust in the Intelligence/Spirit, the System would still demand that I have my baby inoculated; or the System would insist that I take my child to school; etc. Why would I want to raise my child in a System I've plugged out of?

I say f*ck the System. I have a right to plug out of that System.
I would rather trust in Infinite Love, which is my true identity.

Enocia

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The Power of Focus

2008-07-10T16:26:00.005+01:00

Before the Wimbledon tennis finals, I read about how Rafael Nadal wasn't bothered about winning matches but getting the Wimbledon title. In other words, his eyes were focused on the Wimbledon prize

When Nadal met Roger Federer the World no. 1 and last year's champion, although it was a tough match, Nadal won it. I also had a feeling Nadal was going to win when the commentator said that the last time a Spaniard had won was 1966, which is my birth date. My heart sank for Federer who I love and wanted to win.

That's the power of focus. Keep your attention focused on what you intend to experience and the Universe will take care of the details.

Enocia

ps: I note Federer's birthday is 8 August i.e. 8.8. I have a thing about 8 and 88. That must be why I like him so much.

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Universal Translator

2008-07-10T14:22:00.007+01:00

On yet another bus journey I heard a Japanese man and woman chatting behind me. Though I couldn't understand what they were saying, I could understand their laughter. I thought to myself how laughter sounds similar in any language. Their laughter was so infectious I was also smiling.

When I go behind all the human beliefs and drama, what's left is infinite smiles and laughter.

Laughter is my universal translator that enables me to understand everyone any time and anywhere.

Enocia

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