I Need Not Want

This Blog is Now Closed

2009-07-22T12:07:00.002+01:00

Thank you for stopping by.

This blog is now closed.

For the ongoing saga please go to my new blog: I Am What I Am.

Enocia

Welcome

2009-07-22T12:00:00.013+01:00

Welcome to a new blog with a new theme.

In this blog, I'm going to focus on what it means to need, be vulnerable and surrender to Love, to need only Love, focus only on what I love. I believe that it is when I'm at my weakest and greatest need that I'm at my strongest.

As always, the articles I'm sharing are my meanings, perspective and model of reality 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.

Unless otherwise stated, all articles are copyright © 2009-2012 Enocia Joseph. You have my permission to copy and distribute articles for personal use only. Please include the link to the particular blog. For any other use other than personal, and any comments you might have, please email theoneinall@googlemail.com.

All the very best.
Enocia

Save Room, John Legend - video

Articles in Alphabetical Order

2009-07-22T10:08:00.006+01:00

Some Things are Not Worth Taking Personally

2009-07-21T11:33:00.023+01:00

I believe all things are ideas in mind. In whatever form an idea is brought to my attention, I have a choice whether to take it personally or not.

Two nights ago, I woke up in the middle of the night with this stinking headache on the right side of my head. It felt like when I used to experience migraines without the other symptoms. I sent myself lots of love and went back to sleep expecting that by the time I wake up it will be gone. When I woke up the headache was still there, it had even got worse and every time I moved the right side of my head I was in absolute agony. I even felt queasy. There was only one thing to do, don't take it personally.

I got up, went to the bathroom and made my mother her breakfast. I said nothing to her about the headache. I then got ready and took my usual walk through the park to the bus stop. On the bus, I found a newspaper which I read. While I was doing all this, the headache idea was still present.

Later, I checked and responded to some emails, read some articles, watched a video and even used part of the dialogue on one of my articles. I was so engrossed in my writing that I forgot all about the headache. When I "checked in" the headache had melted away.

When I got home later and I told my mother about the migraine she couldn't believe it. I told her I had refused to take it personally. If I had I would have had to lie down, rest, try to work out the cause of the migraine, feel sorry for myself, and miss out on doing what I love. I can't be dealing with all that drama!

I woke up this morning with Justin Timberlake's song Sexy Back in mind which I happen to love. I hummed it to myself. I decided to look it up on YouTube and post the video on my blog. That was well worth it.

Some things are not worth taking personally; I just let them slide off me like water off a duck's back.

Enocia

Related articles: The Power of Unbelief; The Love Pandemic; Love Heals; Things are Thoughts; My Real Home; Nothing Personal; The Power Within; Water Off a Duck's Back

Song of the Day - 22

2009-07-21T11:24:00.004+01:00

I woke up with this song in my head: "Sexy Back" by Justin Timberlake. I LOVE this song!

Here's the song with the actor Wentworth Miller. Oooh, he's sexy! That's what I call two for the price of one.

For the real video see Justin Timberlake - Sexy Back

Enocia

The Present Past and the Present Future

2009-07-21T11:21:00.003+01:00

All time is in the present. Therefore, in every moment, depending on my focus, I'm either experiencing the present past or the present future.

One example of the present future is the current regeneration going on at the moment in preparation for the London Olympics in 2012. This means I'm enjoying all the benefits of the future in the present.

Here is one example of the present past.

On the bus this morning I noticed someone had dumped a copy of The Times newspaper on a seat so I grabbed it to read during the journey. It was then I realised the date of the newspaper - 2 July 2009. I knew the only reason why that newspaper was brought to my attention was because it had something I needed to see. Sure enough on page 5 was an article called Credit card companies face a ban on 'exploiting' debtors.

On 12 July, almost two weeks after that article was written, my brother came round to visit my mother. He discussed with my mother the way credit companies exploit people and keep one forever in debt. I can see that the Universe has brought this article to my attention to confirm that the matter is already in hand. I shall forward the article to my brother.

All answers already exist in the present past or in the present future. It's a matter of staying alert for them in the present.

Enocia

Related articles: When One Sees, Others Can See Too; The Guide Has Been There, Done That and Got the T-Shirt; The Love Sensor - Revisited; It Will Come to Me; Dreaming the Future - Visited; The Problem Has Already Been Resolved; The 2012 Olympics; Overnight Success; All Questions Have Their Answers; Journey into the Future; Thank You for Keeping Me Posted; Just Say Now

What is a Prodigy?

2009-07-20T14:52:00.022+01:00

People tend to regard people who are incredibly talented at a young age as prodigies.

What is a prodigy anyway?

In the sci-fi series "Star Trek," the crew sometimes encounter beings called the Q from the Q continuum. Because the Q are masters of telekinesis and teleportation, they can do anything they want. The Q find the human way of doing things rather tedious and laborious.

In one episode called Q2, Q's son, Q junior, wishes to spend time with Voyager so he could have an experience of what it's like living with humans. The boy being a Q simply teleports into Captain Janeway's quarters, which startles her. Then his father appears to formally introduce them. Here's what happens:

Q: I'm a little hurt you didn't recognise junior. You are his godmother, after all.

Janeway: The first time I saw him he was an infant.

Q junior: Four years ago in human time. You called me adorable.

Janeway: You remember?

Q junior: I may have looked like an infant but I was still a Q. [addressing his father] Maybe, you should have picked a better godparent. *

I believe Q junior is making a very important point. A Q doesn't stop being a Q just because he's a baby. A Q is always a Q regardless of how he appears.

In the same respect, just because I'm appearing as a human doesn't mean I stop being my True Self as Light. I am always the same in any reality, whether I'm appearing as human or another entity.

That kind of thinking is not acceptable in the human dream. We're all meant to know our place in society. Kids are expected to act like kids. When you get to a certain age, you're expected to rebel. I'm sure there are lots of "kids” who are awake to their true identity that are now living in families whose parents and siblings are totally "clueless." Kids who don't conform to the human model of behaviour are either regarded as prodigies to be marvelled at and treated as gods; or sent to psychologists to be given appropriate labels and treated like freaks of nature.

Those who have lived with full awareness of their true identity have been idealised to such an extent that religions have been built around them. They are regarded as models we should all look up to and try to emulate. Some even treat these individuals as saviours.

I believe we are all prodigies. It's just that there are prodigies who are aware of who they are, and there are prodigies who are in deep slumber.

I've always known who I am.

Enocia

* Dialogue from: Q2 on YouTube

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When One Sees, Others Can See Too

2009-07-20T12:07:00.015+01:00

As I was going on my walk, I got thinking of a prayer I'd shared with a friend over the Internet, which helps me see clear answers that are already present:

"Open thou mine eyes, that I may behold wondrous things out of thy law." Psalm 119: 18

It was then I realised that the shrubs all around me had ripe blackberries which I love. Just as well I had a plastic carrier bag with me. As I was picking the berries, a man and woman pushing a child in a push chair walked by. When they saw what I was doing, they stopped to pick some. As there weren't too many ripe ones on that bush I figured I would look for some more further down the path. Now I was no longer taking a walk on the canal I was out picking blackberries.

I soon came across another bush that had many blackberries ripe for the picking. I got out my bag and plucked away. I was having so much fun that I wasn't bothered by the prickly branches. After a few minutes, I noticed the couple I had seen earlier and I pointed out to them that this bush had a lot of ripe blackberries. The man thanked me. He could reach the ones higher up as he was a lot taller than I am.

After I'd had enough I decided to go home and share them with my mother.

As I walked home, I marvelled at how the world is constantly shape shifting to meet the need. Closer to home, I noticed a bush full of ripe blackberries. As I was picking them, a man walking by asked me what I was doing and I pointed out the blackberries. He smiled and walked away. At least he knows the blackberries are there if he fancies some.

When one sees the good that is present others can see too, unless they choose not to.

Enocia

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I Need All of It Now

2009-07-18T14:54:00.007+01:00

I read in a newspaper article that the Competitions Commission was trying to "introduce a new test into the planning system to combat the dominance of big supermarket chains."

One Supermarket has argued that will mean a loss of jobs. The Commission believes "nearly £2bn of benefits would flow to consumers over the next 25 years as a result of the measure."

It got me thinking, if there are any benefits for consumers, why do they have to be staggered over 25 years? Why not have all of the benefits now?

It's the same old, same old, isn't it? We are always meant to wait to enjoy the benefits in the future; in the next life, maybe...or the never, never.

As I'm present here 100%, I need all my light, all of power, all my love, all my wisdom now. And when I say "now" I mean all of it in every moment of now.

This is now my new prayer.

"I need all of it now!"

So Competition Commission, if you really mean it when you talk about benefits flowing to consumers over the next 25 years, I need ALL my benefits now. Thank you very much!

Enocia

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More Than Enough for Both of Us

2009-07-17T13:09:00.007+01:00

As I was walking by some roses that were the same shade as the pink top I had on, I stopped to smell one, which was lovely. I then sniffed the next one beside it.

When I had finished sniffing, I noticed a bee patiently hovering by.

Thanks for understanding, mate, that there's more than enough love for both of us.

Enocia

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The Power of Unbelief

2009-07-17T11:20:00.016+01:00

For me, belief is actually how the unseen of ideas is made manifest; how truth becomes practical. Without belief and conviction, all the nice ideas in the world will simply remain intellectual and be of no practical use whatsoever, like dying of thirst next to a spring.

I have also observed that continuously believing in something sustains that particular reality.

What if I no longer want to experience a particular reality?

That is when unbelief comes into play. Here's one quick example.

While I was with a friend recently we had a bit of a fallout, which left both of annoyed and frustrated. My friend wanted me to leave. I knew that I could either continue the charade and do something I would later regret or put a stop to it there and then. I told my friend I wasn't going anywhere, I just needed time to cool down. He left me alone. While I was relaxing I decided our friendship was way too important than this silly row and even laughed out loud. Then I went looking for my friend in the other room. He asked me if I'd calmed down and I said I was fine. I even teased him. Although he was still mad he couldn't help but soften up. It turned out he had stuff on his mind he wanted to talk about which I listened to and we continued enjoying each other's company.

Looking back on the experience, what I had effectively done was use the power of unbelief by refusing to buy into the drama. In other words, when I stopped playing by the rules of that particular game, the game was over.

The power of unbelief is about saying no to something even though it might seem very real. It's rather like when my mother was in hospital and I went to visit her. Even though I was around "sick" people, I refused to believe in that reality. Instead it was more like being in a hospital drama with people playing their various roles, while I was playing my part as an extra.

Sometimes when I'm walking home, I like to stop off at a particular library to browse their magazines. I find there is value in all kinds of magazines, whether it's aimed at teenagers, men, women, black people, elderly, sports fans, etc. There's one magazine that I like that is aimed at "senior citizens" with lots of adverts of retirement pension plans, pills and potions for arthritis, and stair lifts. I just pick out the gems and ignore the rest.

Last night as I was pondering on the power of unbelief, I had a foot cramp. I refused to believe in it. I simply relaxed in silence and let my unbelief take care of that reality. It was weird witnessing the sensation moving without any pain, like watching a scene in a movie with people fighting without feeling any of their injuries.

Does the power of unbelief have any impact on others? Well, since I believe that we are all One then my unbelief has a huge impact. However, I have no interest in going on some campaign trying to convert people to my way of thinking. That is not my calling. I prefer to live what I believe (or don't believe) and share my experiences in writing, when I'm inspired to do so. If people are inspired by my experiences, great; if not, great.

I believe in the power of unbelief.

Enocia

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The Love Pandemic

2009-07-16T15:51:00.012+01:00

In the media, they are predicting a Swine Flu pandemic. There have already been reports of people in London who have died from it. This leads to an important question?

Is the Swine Flu real or is it another strategy by the "powers that be" to create fear?

It all depends on how I choose to see things.

I can choose to see the universe as consisting of infinite ideas and then seeing these ideas as harmful/harmless, good/bad, right/wrong, etc;

or

I can choose to see the Universe as Infinite Love manifesting as infinite ideas. In other words, no matter how things appear, Love is all there is.

I choose to see the Universe as Infinite Love in manifestation. My focus is on expressing what I love the most.

The other day while I was going for my walk in the local woods there were all these prickly plants blocking the path and one even scratched my ankle. I knew that it is all Love. In thought I asked the plants to let me through. Each time I came across a prickly plant, I lifted it away with my hand. Even though they still felt prickly, they didn't cause any harm. When I looked down on my ankle there was nothing there.

So back to my original question, I believe whether the Swine Flu is something to be scared of is neither here nor there. All I know is Love is all there is.

I see a Love pandemic sweeping over the United Kingdom and spreading to the rest of the world.

Be very vigilant or you might just catch the Love Bug.

Enocia

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Be Careful What Questions You Ask

2009-07-16T14:46:00.003+01:00

Just thought I'd review the following which was previously posted at my Free to be Me as Love blog

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Friday, 11 January 2008

Be Careful What Questions You Ask

I have observed that there is always an answer to every question; a solution to every problem. The trick is to be very careful about the kinds of questions I ask.

Let's say I ask "Why is life so difficult?"

The assumption in that question is that life is difficult. The Universe has no choice but to show me lots of evidence why life is so difficult.

On the other hand, what if I were to ask: "Why is life so easy?"

Again the hidden assumption is life is easy, therefore, the Universe has no choice but to show me lots of evidence why life is so easy.

I have several questions I want answered now:

Why is life so full of joy, peace, abundance and freedom?

Why is life so damn wonderful?

Why am I so happy?

I look forward to unlimited evidence. Thank you.

Enocia

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When You Know You are in a Dream

2009-07-15T14:24:00.024+01:00

In one of my sleeping dreams I had last night I was very upset about something and was crying. When I woke up I still felt sad. Then I fell asleep and had the same dream. This time, I decided to dream a different outcome I was happier with and it happened. When I woke up, I felt really good.

I believe the Me in my sleeping dreams is the same Me in this waking dream. Therefore, what is true as the sleeping dreaming self is true for the waking dreaming self. So if I can change my dream to go the way I want to while I'm asleep, I can do the same while I'm awake. It's only a matter of remembering that all realities are dreams and I am the dreamer of all dreams.

Being able to take control of any dream, whether I'm sleeping or "awake" reminds me Craig David's music video, Seven Days which, I believe, was inspired by the movie Groundhog Day.

In "Groundhog Day" Phil, is caught in the same day which keeps repeating itself. Phil tries many ways of being including committing suicide but he still ends up waking up to the same old day with the same old people. Eventually, he decides to use the time to get to know the various people that cross his path on that same day, including the woman of his dreams who is not interested in him. When they fall in love, Phil breaks free of that cycle and wakes up to a brand new day.

In the Craig David video, Craig is with some friends at a barber shop and he's describing how he met this beautiful lady he took out and made love to, but the way he's describing their meeting is not how it actually happened.

The video cuts to Craig's radio alarm going off in the morning and he wakes up to a particular news item on television. On his way out he notices the news headlines, an elderly woman losing her balloon, and a woman breaking a shoe heel. As Craig is walking through a subway he sees this gorgeous woman approaching. When she asks him the time he realises he's left his watch at home and can't help her. Craig feels gutted to have missed the opportunity to chat her up.

The next morning Craig's radio alarm goes off at the same time. He notices the programme on the television is the same as the day before. When he goes out he sees the same people doing the same thing: the woman losing her balloon, the woman breaking a shoe heel. Craig even notices the same news headlines. As he's walking through the subway he sees the same beautiful lady approaching. When she asks him the time he realises he has forgotten his watch again.

The next morning Craig's radio alarm goes off at the same time. He watches the same programme on television. This time, before he leaves home, he remembers to wear his watch. The news vendor is selling the same newspaper, the elderly lady loses her balloon, the woman breaks a shoe heel. As he's walking through the subway, he sees the same woman approaching. When she asks him the time, he tells her. He then asks for her phone number and they arrange to go out on a date. However, on his way to pick her up he realises his car hasn't got any petrol. By the time he gets to where they've arranged to meet up the girl has already left.

The next morning when Craig's radio alarm goes off and he realises he's in the same day, he ensures he leaves with his watch. Although he's able to catch the elderly lady's balloon for her, he's not able to prevent the woman from breaking her shoe heel. After meeting the woman of his dreams and arranging a date, he makes sure his car is filled with petrol. While Craig and his date are at restaurant he accidentally spills some wine on her. It is then Craig realises that instead of going back to sleep and waking up and doing it all over again, why not step out of the movie and rewind the scene so he can experience that scene in a different way? In other words, it is that moment that he realises he's the dreamer and responsible for how his dream unfolds. After rewinding the scene before the spillage, the date unfolds perfectly, so perfectly that they end up at his place.

In the final scene of the video while Craig is kissing and undressing his girl, he's looking at the camera in a knowing way which shows he's very much aware he's created the perfect dream.

Every day is a dream which I'm dreaming. When something doesn't go right I can dream it exactly the way I prefer.

Enocia

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From Mediator to Source

2009-07-15T11:09:00.035+01:00

My mother bought some "Aloe Vera" from a friend who is a sales representative of a company that sells "natural" products. While the friend was visiting I asked if I could look at her catalogue, purely out of curiosity. After I had finished browsing, I handed it back. She asked if I was interested in any of the products such as makeup and I said no.

"You should consider joining us, you know."

"It's not my kind of thing."

"How do you know until you've tried?" she said. "Why not attend one of our talks and then you can decide?"

"I don't think so." I said. "Besides, I don't believe in taking pills and potions. Why would I be interested in selling something I don't believe in?"

"But these are natural products."

"It doesn't matter, I just believe in going straight to Source."

"What do you mean by Source?" the woman said.

"God."

"Oh, that's good."

"Yes, she has very strong faith," my mother said.

"What church do you go to?" she said.

"I don't follow any religion, I just believe in God."

"That's probably because you haven't found a church that suits you," she said. "One day you will find a place that's just right for you."

"I used to go to church. Believe me, I know myself well enough to know that I won't be following any religion. I'm happy as I am."

She nodded and that was the end of our conversation.

Why is it so difficult for some people to accept that one can have direct access to Source without the need for a mediator?

What do I mean by mediator?

A mediator is the belief that one has to do something, take something, or need someone to do something in order to be who you really are as Source/God/Infinite Love. It is a kind of programming that most people have experienced, myself included. For instance, if you are sick you need to take tablets, think nice thoughts, have someone give you healing or whatever methods you believe in order to be whole. The thought of simply knowing that you are already perfect seems like utter madness to some people.

Here's another mediator programming. In order to enjoy what we love, we need to either earn it, give in order to receive more, or feel deserving in order to receive. I believe it's my nature to enjoy what I love.

I believe it is because of the mediator programming why my mother's friend couldn't conceive of the idea of believing in God without being a Christian.

How do you go from being a mediator to trusting in yourself as the Source?

For me, it's been about putting what I believe into practice.

For years I had been studying truth principles about how I already have all I need within and all I had to do was believe in myself. There came a time when I knew it was time to either "put my money where my mouth is" or forget about it. I had this knowing that I needed to take time out be in retreat for a while, not a formal spiritual retreat, but a place where I could be all alone. There was this huge obstacle, however - I didn't have any money to pay for such a place. I trusted that I was doing the right thing. Sure enough I had guidance to call a friend whom it turned out needed someone to house-sit his deceased father's flat, which was on the market. It was the perfect solution - I had the perfect place to be alone; and my friend had someone looking after the place.

During my retreat, I fell ill. I figured why not put what I believe into practice? This means that because I am already perfect all I have to do is relax and let myself be healed. Although I stopped taking pills years before, I was still using various mind techniques. I experienced myself as two selves - the me that was thinking of various techniques I could use to get better; and the me that was in total bliss. It took about 3 days before the thoughts were still and I let myself go and be healed.

I soon discovered that the mediator programming had no intention of letting go that easily. A few weeks later, I was sick again. It got so bad that I had to call an ambulance. Even though I was in a "bad state" the paramedic thought I looked radiant and wouldn't take me seriously. He thought I was an athlete who had been overdoing it. I had to beg him to take me to casualty. At the hospital, they couldn't find anything wrong with me. They just fed me with drip, gave me some pills, more pills to continue taking (which I didn't bother with), and sent me home.

Over the years I've been learning how to trust in Source for all things which gets supplied in many different ways.

In a world where most people believe in a mediator, it hasn't been easy going it alone. I have had to keep believing in myself regardless.

I believe in Source.

Enocia

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Song of the Day - 21

2009-07-15T10:29:00.005+01:00

This song, "The Love of My Life", by US3 featuring Brook Yung, is such a tender song enough to melt the hardest heart. LOVE it!

Enocia

On Being the Ship's Captain

2009-07-14T18:08:00.001+01:00

A captain is always in charge of the ship.

While the captain delegates various responsibilities to qualified crew members and even trusts them to carry out his order, he's always in charge. It is, therefore, the captain's prerogative to take complete control when things are not going according to plan.

I am the captain of my ship.

Enocia

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It's Magic!

2009-07-13T15:05:00.008+01:00

While I was in the library, a user I often see at the same library asked me if I could assist her with a problem she was having. She said she'd been trying to post a photo on a website that she's already saved but the website wasn't accepting that version of the picture. She asked me if I knew why it wasn't working. I told her it didn't make sense why she couldn't post it. I assured her it was all going to work out anyway.

A few days later I saw her again and asked if she managed to post her photo. She said after speaking to me about the problem, she tried to post the photo and it posted perfectly.

"I told you it was going to work out."

"But why did it?" she said. "I've been trying to post it for 2 days and then suddenly it worked. Why is that?"

"You mean you need a logical explanation, don't you?" I teased her. "It's magic!"

Who cares why or how things work out as long as they do?

Enocia

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More Food, Glorious Food!

2009-07-13T10:51:00.009+01:00

In a recent article, I shared how when the fridge had been empty and I saw it full, the "vacuum" ended up being filled with food that came from family and friends. Here's further update.

As soon as the cooked food was almost depleted, my mother's friend phoned to let her know she would be dropping by the next day with some cooked food for her. As promised, she delivered roasted chicken and pork, and the biggest container of stew I've seen. The container was too large to fit in the fridge so I had to divide the sauce into three containers and store the rest in the freezer.

When my mother told me my older brother was paying a visit later I said, "I hope he's not bringing any more food, as we've run out of space."

The good news was when my brother arrived he didn't have any food with him. Hurrah! The not so good news was he said his wife was popping round the next day with more food. Great, that's all we need, more food! At least I don't have to cook.

That's what's wonderful about having the vision to see into the invisible realm, which is overflowing with goodness, I get to experience an oasis in the desert.

Thank you, Universe, for providing us with all the food and storage space we need!

Enocia

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Jigsaw Puzzles

2009-07-11T15:43:00.006+01:00

During my bus journey a woman sat in front of me. I noticed she had a purple brooch on her jacket's lapel. I told her how much I liked it. She said she'd just bought it from a car boot sale. She said she suspected the pregnant woman, who had sold her the brooch, was a bit skint that's why she bought it off her.

My friend said she only went to the sale because of her interest in jigsaw puzzles. She's always on the lookout for them. She said she was on her way to a local market to look for more jigsaw puzzles.

When my friend got off, I marvelled at how we all have so many different things we love. I've never been a huge fan of jigsaw puzzles but my friend obviously loves it. I wish her lots of jigsaw puzzles.

I see the universe as one huge jigsaw puzzle where each piece represents an individual expression. I believe when each expression is allowed to express what they love, whether their interests are shared or not, then all the pieces fit perfectly.

Enocia

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Song of the Day - 20

2009-07-11T15:20:00.000+01:00

I LOVE this song, "Good Life" by Inner City.

What a Trip! - 2

2009-07-11T13:30:00.011+01:00

Though I appear to live in London, I know that I am living in a dream filled with inexhaustible love, joy, wonder and blessings. That's why every day is full of wonderful surprises.

As I was walking to the bus stop I saw my bus was approaching, but I was too far to run and catch it. This meant waiting for another 10 minutes for the next one. When another bus arrived, which travels on a different route, I decided to catch it anyway and walk the rest of the way.

At some point during the journey a man got on and sat behind me chatting on his mobile. I could tell he from his accent that he was American. He mentioned that he was going to get off at Liverpool Street but he didn't know how he was going to tell when he got there. I turned round and told him I was getting off at the same stop and will let him know when we arrive. When he finished on his mobile, I invited him to sit beside me.

My friend said alhough he's been in London many times before it was the first time he was travelling by bus. He said he had to catch a bus to a barber's to have his hair cut as there wasn't a suitable one near his hotel. He said in Detroit, where's he from, they don't have this kind of transport system. I told him anyone can travel on buses in London. My friend said he found London too hectic for his liking.

It turned out the bus terminated earlier that I'd expected. As it wasn't that far from where I was headed, I suggested that we walk. We continued to chat about life and stuff. As we were walking at such a slow pace, I teased my friend that if I were alone I would have been there by now. He said he had no intention of rushing as he's on vacation. I asked my friend what his name was. When he told me I thought his name sounded vaguely familiar. He told me he was a music producer and asked if I'd heard of a particular band. I remembered the band had hits in the 80s. I used to love their songs and even bought one of their albums.

"So that's why you haven't travelled on a bus before because you're a hotshot producer," I teased him.

He said he tends to be driven wherever he needs to be. He was in London for a gig tonight. He said he wanted to thank me for my help by inviting me to his gig. I told him I couldn't make it. I said guiding him round was my pleasure. I also told him he he would have been helped anyway because he's blessed.

When we arrived at my friend's hotel, which was on the same street I was going to walk down, we exchanged hugs. He said I could get in contact with him on Facebook.

Just as well I missed my earlier bus or I wouldn't have had such a wonderful trip!

Life is good!

Enocia

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It is My Nature to Be Blessed

2009-07-11T13:20:00.009+01:00

It's a dog's nature to bark.

It's a cat's nature to be standoffish. Actually not all cats are like that, just the ones I've met. :-) Seriously, it's a cat's nature to miaow.

It is also my nature to be infinitely blessed. By "blessed" I mean expecting wonderful things to happen to me all the time.

In the Jackson 5 music video Can You Feel It, the brothers appear as light entities showering gold indiscriminately on humanity. That, to me, is what it means to be infinitely blessed.

It makes no difference whether I am "good" or "bad", I am blessed.

It makes no difference whether I give or don't give, I am blessed.

It makes no difference what I believe in, I am blessed.

I am infinitely blessed because it is my nature.

Enocia

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What the World Needs Now is More Dreamers

2009-07-10T10:14:00.044+01:00

"If you can explain everything what's left to believe in?" Sacred Ground, Star Trek Voyager*

"The dreamers are the saviours of the world. As the visible world is sustained by the invisible, so men, through all their trials and sins and sordid vocations, are nourished by the beautiful visions of their solitary dreamers. Humanity cannot forget its dreamers; it cannot let their ideals fade and die; it lives in them; it knows them as the realities which it shall one day see and know." As a Man Thinketh, by James Allen

In a recent email discussion with a friend, she said her idea of love is to show up in person and helping people in need and providing money, food and shelter. She believes that it is only when people's bellies are full that they are ready to hear about the other part of the message of love. I told her that if people have that calling good luck to them but I don't buy it into that reality nor do I believe in humanitarian efforts. Why? Because I believe the more you focus on the externals of lack, the more you end up magnifying it. That's why no matter how many millions of bags of food you provide for the starving; no matter how many hospitals you build for the sick; no matter how many homes you build for the homeless; no matter how many schools you build; no matter how much money you throw at a situation; they will never be sufficient. I believe the solution to the world's problems does not lie with politicians and humanitarian effort but in the unseen i.e. that which cannot be experienced with the senses. And one way to bring this forth is by faith.

I had a sleeping dream recently when I saw a wound on my left arm that started bleeding. I called out to my mother to get me a plaster to dress the wound. She said she was going to find one. I found a plaster on the arm of the chair I was sitting on, which I presumed my mother had left there. After I had dressed the wound, my mother turned up with a box of plasters.

"But you've already given me one," I showed her my arm. "See?"

"It can't have come from me because I've only just found these," she said. "How did you get that plaster?"

"It just appeared. I thought it was from you."

"That's amazing!" she said. Then I woke up.

I believe the wound on my arm symbolises human suffering of all kinds. I was being reminded that all solutions are available right now in the "unseen" and it's a matter of calling it forth and letting it reveal itself in any way it chooses.

My mother was admitted in hospital recently for an operation. As she does majority of the cooking, I knew I was going to miss her, big time. There was some food in the fridge to last me for a couple of days. After that I would need to buy some ingredients to cook. I figured I would just cook some pasta and vegetables which should keep me going for a few days. If I didn't feel like cooking I could always live on sandwiches and breakfast cereal.

The next day I looked at the almost empty fridge and the possibility of having to prepare a meal was looming. Damn! There was only one solution. I thought to myself, "This Fridge is full of food" and closed the fridge door knowing that my thoughts are real.

When I went to visit my mother later at the hospital, I shared my vision of a full fridge with her. She told me her daughter-in-law had brought her some sandwiches and fruits for her. Another friend had also brought her some fruits. So I ended up having some of her sandwiches and stored the rest in the hospital fridge. I was so stuffed that I didn't need to eat anything when I went home.

On my next visit, my mother told me her daughter-in-law had sent her some more food. As she'd been eating hospital food she said it was all getting too much for her and begged me to take some of the food, the remainder of the sandwiches, and fruits home. As I was stocking the fridge my earlier thought of a full fridge was coming true right before my eyes. Now that I had cooked food in the fridge, I no longer had any appetite, so I had a banana and peanut butter sandwich.

The next day I opened the fridge and looked at all the food but I wasn't in the mood. I had some banana and made myself some tuna sandwich. I figured the food would keep which my mother could have when she came out of hospital.

After living off sandwiches and breakfast cereal for a couple of days, I decided to cook a big pot of pasta and vegetables. When my mother returned home from hospital, she had a choice whether to have some pasta or the leftovers from my sister-in-law. She chose my sister-in-law's food. The next day my sister-in-law brought some more cooked food for my mother.

My mother said now she was recuperating she wanted to be eating lots of fruits and vegetables. The next day her friend brought two huge bags of fruits and vegetables and some fruit juice. There was so much that there was barely enough space in the fridge for all of them. To create space, I prepared my mother some fruit salad.

I pointed out to my mother how my vision of a full fridge had come true.

"Not only is the fridge full, it's overflowing with food," she said.

"Yes, it just shows all things already exist in the unseen it's a matter of calling it forth,” I said. "Doesn't the Bible refer to it as callings things that be not as though they were?" (Romans 4: 17)

"Yes it does. The Bible also says that everything that we see comes from the unseen." (Hebrews 11: 3)

"And when you call the unseen forth, it's important to have faith and let it happen," I said.

"It's amazing how the Bible prophecy is coming true right now."

There have been many times when my purse has been empty and I have not seen it as empty but full of money. I have ended up receiving money. There are times when I've reversed fatigue by just reminding myself that I am full of energy.

I believe the kind of love the world needs is more dreamers and visionaries i.e. people who can see with faith and bring the "unseen" into the "seen." I also believe that each of us has to be a dreamer and call forth our own unique ideal to be made manifest. If people don't call forth their ideal, someone else is going to and people will have to go with the flow. Take one example of recycling which is based on the belief in depleted resources. But the unseen, which is infinite, can never be depleted. It just shows that the idea of recycling is based on evidence of things seen than the unseen.

I find it interesting how before parliament passes an act, it has to go through various stages. What a waste of time! Who needs to lobby parliament when you can call it forth in thought? For instance, about a year ago while I was reading a newspaper I noticed a policy that was being proposed by the government which I took an instant dislike to and decided was never going to happen. Just last week I read that after spending lots of money on preliminary studies, the government has decided to ditch it. That's the power of vision.

Back to the dialogue I had with my friend, it's only natural for those who are 3D orientated to believe that love means nourishing the needy in a physical way. However, those who have faith in the unseen know that all solutions lie in the unseen that needs to be called forth.

I am dreaming the universe of my dreams. Care to join me?

Enocia

* The Star Trek Voyager episode called Sacred Ground is now available on YouTube.

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My All Time Favourite Michael Jackson Video

2009-07-09T15:14:00.006+01:00

My all time favourite Michael Jackson video is "Smooth Criminal." There are different versions of it but I prefer the first version with the dance sequence; it's pure genius in motion, not just MJ but all the dancers.

Here's the link to the video

Thank you, MJ.

All my love.

Your no.1 fan, Enocia

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Song of the Day - 19

2009-07-09T12:07:00.001+01:00

I've always LOVED this song: "The Way I Are" by Timbaland.

Enocia

Channelling Michael Jackson

2009-07-09T11:50:00.006+01:00

I can imagine that now that Michael Jackson has passed away every man and his dog are going to be channelling messages of hope and enlightenment from him. I might as well jump on the bandwagon and share MJ's latest message, which came through me while I was in deep trance. So here goes:

"I love you all."

End of message.

I love you too, MJ, forever.

Enocia

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Quote of the Day - 2

2009-07-08T14:01:00.002+01:00

"If you can explain everything what's left to believe in?" Sacred Ground, Star Trek Voyager

Enocia

Influence

2009-07-07T12:13:00.006+01:00

On the Satellite TV there is usually a guide showing what's on now and the rest of the programmes listed for the next few hours. There is also a list of programmes for the next week or so which viewers can use to plan their viewing ahead.

I believe each programme represents different thoughts and ideas being expressed in Mind. The more powerful the idea, the more likely it is to get made into a film or show and be allocated a spot on the TV schedule.

On the odd occasion when something major happens, TV programmes have to ignore their plans. For instance, when the American singer, Michael Jackson, passed away recently, many channels revised their schedules so they could show tributes to the singer.

For someone to have such an impact on TV scheduling they have to have the power to influence many. I believe the reason why Michael Jackson had that power because of the joy and love people felt when they experienced his music.

Love has the power to change events and TV scheduling.

Enocia

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Same Old Me

2009-07-06T12:35:00.008+01:00

In my sleeping dream this morning, they were going to show The Terminator for the last time ever. Given that I'm a huge fan of that film, I decided to travel to wherever it was being shown. Rumour also had it that the main star, Arnold Schwarzenegger, was going to be appearing and I was hoping to meet him. When I arrived there were lots of people waiting outside the cinema. Apparently, the actor was only going to meet and greet a few people of his choosing.

Although I was really excited about meeting the actor, I was still very calm. I knew it was all going to work out perfectly. When the actor came out, who looked more like a younger version of Clint Eastwood than Arnie, he made a beeline for me and shook my hand. He told me he wanted me to have dinner with him. I told him I was with a friend and he invited her as well. He even carried my luggage. I was so ecstatic that my dream had come true.

While we were sitting at the table I told Arnie-Clint how much I loved "The Terminator" and that I had travelled a long way just to see the movie. He announced to everyone how far I had come. He said he was glad he'd chosen me to have dinner with him. Unfortunately, I woke up before we had dinner.

What's the difference between the me who was dreaming herself meeting Arnie-Clint and the me that is awake typing this piece? No difference. We are both one and the same; and we both love the same things.

I believe the reason why amazing things appear in sleeping dreams and not in this reality is because of the tendency to see the selves as different. If you believe that the dreaming self is all powerful and totally different from the self in the waking state, then you have the equivalent experience. However, when you see yourself as the same self then what is true for the self in the sleeping state is also true for the self in the waking state.

No matter what reality I'm in, I'm the same old me whose purpose is to express what she loves and be happy.

Enocia

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London's Tribute to Michael Jackson

2009-07-06T12:28:00.003+01:00

Pity I couldn't make it on the day.

Still, it's good to see people celebrating all the love Michael Jackson shared in his music.

We love you, Michael. You will live in our hearts forever.

Enocia

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Charging the Mobile

2009-07-04T13:02:00.009+01:00

Just like a mobile phone needs to be charged when it's running low on energy, so do I need to be charged. The way I do it is I become still and listen to the Inner Sound in my head which sounds like a choir of crickets. I find the sound very peaceful and healing.

While I'm listening, I feel myself buzzing and this force radiating from my body. I have observed that there comes a time when it feels like I've got too much energy and I start feeling electric sparks around me which can feel painful at times.

Last night while I was getting charged up I felt the electricity sparks again. The moment I directed the energy to parts of my body that I felt needed it and to anyone who came to mind, I was feeling fine.

It just shows that one can access energy at will and share the energy with whoever needs it.

I am now fully charged.

Enocia

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Purple Love

2009-07-04T12:16:00.006+01:00

I LOVE purple. I even see my Inner Self as purple.

Two days ago when I went to visit my mother in hospital, my older brother turned up with a purple shirt on. The next day when my nephew was also visiting, he had on a purple top.

Today I decided to wear a purple top.

While I was waiting for my bus, a young girl sat beside me with a purple top. Later when I got into town in an area of London that is totally deserted at the weekend, I saw three guys with purple tops.

Hmm, I'm feeling purple love.

While I was in the library a man gave me a little book he'd written about Winston Churchill and its cover was purple.

Happy purple love to all!

Enocia

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Planting the Seeds of Love

2009-07-04T11:56:00.004+01:00

Love is like planting a seed in the soil and taking care of it. As I give the plant my love, it starts to flourish and grows into a plant. If it's a vegetable plant, it keeps giving back it's vegetables; if it's a fruit, I get to enjoy its fruits for years to come; if it's a flower, I get to enjoy its beautiful flowers; if it's a tree, I get to enjoy its shade and awesome beauty.

Relationships are rather like planting seeds. The more I love the more the other opens up and gives more and more of self in return.

Love is the gift that keeps on giving.

Enocia

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Love Knows No Boundaries

2009-07-03T11:26:00.013+01:00

In the world there are rules that people have made up about what is acceptable, how we should behave, who we should interact with, what we should eat, etc.

And then there is Love, our essence, which is unconditioned i.e. not under any man-made laws or rules.

My mother recently had an operation. The first day I paid her a visit I asked my mother the name of her surgeon. She said she couldn't remember but was sure his name was written down in her case file. I was also drawn to the patient in the cubicle next to my mother. I asked her why she was there. When her daughter and husband came to visit, her daughter and I exchanged smiles. I thought her face looked very familiar.

The next day (yesterday) while I was on my way to see mum, I bumped into this man, whom I recognised as my mother's surgeon. I asked him what his name was and he told me. He said he'd just come from seeing my mother. I thanked him for looking after her.

While mum was away from her bed, I spoke to the patient in the other cubicle. As she'd had an accident, I shared my experience of being in an accident. I asked her about her family and where she lived. It turns out she doesn't live very far from where I live. My friend told me she was looking forward to being discharged the following day.

Later when my friend's husband and daughter turned up, again her daughter's face looked very familiar. She also stared at me and told me my face was very familiar. I said that maybe we've worked for the same companies but that wasn't the case. It was only when she mentioned what university she'd been to that it clicked: we had attended the same university, but in different years. She studied writing and publishing with media studies. Funnily enough I intended to study writing and publishing but I swapped to media and cultural studies. At some point when she was in her second year and I was in my final year, we must have attended the same media lectures and been in the same seminar groups. That's why she looked familiar.

My friend and I reminisced about our student days, lecturers and our love of writing. We also discussed Michael Jackson and how his music and talent united people.

So if I was following human rules, I wouldn't have spoken to the patient in the other cubicle as we're not supposed to chat to strangers, are we?

Love pays no attention to rules and regulations.
Love knows no boundaries.

Enocia

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Are You Having a Laugh?

2009-07-02T12:42:00.005+01:00

My mother and I were waiting for her to be called up for her hip operation.

When a nurse called out her name, I accompanied her to the room. The nurse said she needed to take my mother's blood pressure. She also asked her what tablets my mother was taking, which she listed in the file. After she'd finished, she asked us to return to the waiting room.

After about another hour, a man called my name and I accompanied her. He said he was the anaesthetist and wanted to speak about one option my mother could choose and the many side-effects, which my mother declined. He also asked my mother what tablets she was taking and listed them in the file. After chatting for a few minutes, he asked us to return to the waiting room.

After another hour, my mother's name was called. The nurses told her the surgeon was now in theatre and she needed to hurry up and get changed. Are these people having a laugh? We've been waiting for almost 3 hours and now they are rushing her to the theatre. While I was helping my mother get changed, another woman turned up and asked her what tablets she was taking. That was the last straw.

"Why do you keep asking her the same old questions?" I said.

"Because we need the information for our records," she said.

"But this is the third time she's been asked these questions today," I said. "What's the point of noting them down on your records and not reading the file?"

The woman apologised, took the tablets and disappeared into another room; no doubt to note them down on the file that none of them bother to read anyway.

When mum was fully kitted off for surgery, a surgeon asked to speak to her. I accompanied her. He said he was going to be doing the surgery. He said the prosthetics he was going to use this time was going to be different from the one the previous surgeons had used the last time. He asked my mother if she had any preferences. Mum said she didn't care as long as it worked.

As they were taking her away, an assistant surgeon introduced himself to her. Please don't tell me he's going to ask her what tablets she's taking. He didn't, thank God.

Such a comedy drama, hospitals!

Enocia

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The Importance of a Good Diet

2009-07-02T11:43:00.006+01:00

A while back I decided to give up eating toilet paper. But then I thought to myself, why should I give up something I love? So I went back to eating it.

Recently a friend who knows I love toilet paper asked me what brand I prefer.

"I am partial to Andrex but I'll always have the other brands if I've run out."

"Do you eat coloured or just stick to white paper?" he said.

"Nah, I only eat white paper."

"I would imagine the coloured ones have a lot of bleach and other agents" he said. "Good to see you're very particular about what you eat then."

"Yeah, you gotta look after yourself, don't you?" I grinned.

Enocia

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The Truth About Michael Jackson

2009-07-02T10:37:00.006+01:00

I've just received the following news report about my beloved Michael Jackson:

"Police say Michael Jacksons death could be suspicious. They are currently looking for a smooth criminal. He could be black or white but he's definitely bad and dangerous. They got fingerprints off the wall and they say there was a man in the mirror, so he has [got] to be there. They would like Billie Jean to come forward but they don't wanna be starting something. Police say they don't stop till they [you] get enough as they found blood on the dance floor. It's going to be a tough case but they will beat it. Police say it's a real thriller."

We love you Michael.

Enocia

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Vision of Love

2009-07-01T12:55:00.016+01:00

I have a vision of a reality where regardless of how things appear, nothing causes any harm, no one gets injured, and everything is always working perfectly.

I watched a programme on television recently where the presenter entered this competition to eat as many nettles as you can in an hour. As it was the presenter's first attempt, he asked the world record holder for any tips. He was advised to lose his fear of nettles. When he did, he found the nettles tasted more like some kind of green vegetables. The presenter did very well, considering.

I have been "stung" a few times by nettles and have reversed the effect by remembering that Love is all there is. In other words, Love took the sting out of the nettles.

Imagine if everyone was living with the awareness that "Love is All There Is", then we would have no fear of diseases or injuries.

At some point during my bus journey this morning, I heard a bang and gasps from the passengers. When I looked outside I saw a cyclist had been run over by a car. I reminded myself of Love's omnipresence. The cyclist got up and crossed the road and sat in front of a shop. There were other people around him giving him support: someone pushed his bike while another guy offered him some water. I knew he was OK.

Just as the next bus I was on was about to move away from the stop, I noticed a man running to catch it but his mobile phone fell out of his pocket. While he was picking up the pieces of his phone, I wished for the driver to wait for him. The driver did. During the journey, he sat in front of me. I watched him putting his mobile together again. I wished for his phone to work perfectly. He phoned someone and asked if they could hear him. After he'd finished his conversation I said to him: "I'm glad your mobile is still working."

"Thank you," he smiled.

I have a vision of a reality where regardless of how things appear, nothing causes any harm, no one gets injured, and everything is always working perfectly. That reality is now.

Enocia

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Song of the Day - 18

2009-06-29T12:35:00.001+01:00

LOVE this song: "When Love Takes Over" by David Guetta feat. Kelly Rowland.

Enocia

My Holy Communion with Michael Jackson

2009-06-29T10:27:00.014+01:00

I believe in the importance of being true to myself in every moment by doing what I love.

How is it possible to continuously do what you love when there are things you sometimes have to do that you don't particularly enjoy?

Easy, just think about what you love.

For instance, I recently attended my nephew's confirmation at a Catholic church he's been attending since he was a child. It wasn't something I was looking forward to but I had promised that I would be there to support my older brother and his family.

As much as I appreciate the Scriptures and have even been inspired by the Bible, I can't get emotional over religious icons. Now if the icons were dressed as Klingons or some other alien entities that appear on the sci-fi series Star Trek, that would be a totally different matter as I LOVE Star Trek. I can even relate to a lot of the story lines. I remember how I felt when I attended a Star Trek Exhibition. Being on the bridge was like entering a shrine. That was special.

Back to the confirmation ceremony, where I was feeling like the proverbial fish out of water, I did the only thing I knew to keep me sane - I hummed Michael Jackson's songs. While I was lost in music that I loved, I wasn't bothered about how many times we had to get up and sit down for the different rituals. And the ceremony seemed to whizz by and was finished in no time. The most fun part of the ceremony was when people shake hands and wish each other peace.

My point is there are many ways I can still be true to myself even when I'm doing what I don't like: I can think about what I love; or I can just be in silence.

When I'm being myself/following my heart, ordinary events are transformed into the extraordinary. In other words, when I'm resonating at the Love frequency, life is full of magic and wonder.

Thank you, Michael, for always being there for me.

Enocia

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Love Heals

2009-06-28T17:45:00.016+01:00

Since I was a teenager I've been suffering with migraines. At first I took tablets and when it got worse I started getting injections for them. I would go for about 6 months and not have an attack then it would be back and I would have another injection.

When I started evaluating my beliefs and who I am, I stopped taking medication. This time I started relying on truth principles for healing. Now I can dissolve the experience by thought.

Following are some articles about my experience with migraines, the realisations I've had, and the different ways they've been dissolved.

Peace and love to all.

Enocia

How Love Dissolved Migraine
No More Mr Nice Guy
Perceptual Positions
Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is
No Judgment
Love is All in All - Part 2
Melting Blocks
Doing It My Way
Thoughts are Things
Bugger!
Stake Your Claim

Celebrating Michael Jackson

2009-06-27T12:21:00.045+01:00

Here are some of my favourite songs/videos by Michael Jackson.

Another Part of Me
Baby Be Mine
Bad
Beat It
Billie Jean
Billie Jean, Motown 25
Black or White
Blame It on the Boogie
Can You Feel It?
Do You Remember the Time
Don't Stop Till You Get Enough
Human Nature
I Can't Help It
I Want You Back
In the Closet
Man in the Mirror
Off the Wall
One More Chance
P.Y.T. (Pretty Young Thing)
Rock With You

Shake Your Body Down to the Ground
She's Out of My Life
Smooth Criminal
The Way You Make Me Feel
Thriller
Wanna Be Starting Something
Who is It?
You are Not Alone
You Rock My World

Thank you, Michael. I will always love you.

Enocia

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The King is Dead; Long Live the King!

2009-06-26T15:28:00.012+01:00

Last night while I was watching the Reality TV show, America's Got Talent I received a text message from a friend informing that Michael Jackson had passed away. It was such a shock and I started sobbing my heart out.

It's funny how a few months ago when I heard that my father had passed away I didn't feel the same way as there was never any emotional bond. I just felt an impersonal love and wished him well. With Michael, it's different. It's like "losing" a close loved one; I was devastated.

I spent a few hours watching the news, wishing I was having a nightmare I was about to wake up from but it wasn't to be, he was "gone"; at least no longer in the physical form I was used to though I know that who he really is can never die. Then I started thinking of how much I love his music and dance and was flooded with such unbelievable love which dissolved the sadness.

When I woke up this morning, for a split second I was feeling OK, then I remembered and started feeling sad again. When I turned the television on to listen to the news, Michael's brother, Jermaine Jackson, was giving a press conference which had me in more tears.

Earlier on, hours before Michael passed away, I was listening to the song "Shackles" by Mary Mary, which is about being free from bondage. I wonder if it was a preview of things to come. I believe the shackles of expectations have been broken from Michael's ankles and he's now free to be himself.

Michael, thank you for all your wonderful music and entertainment which have blessed, inspired and uplifted me. I am very grateful that you chose London to host your farewell concerts. Even though they're obviously not going to take place now, at least the intention to share your passion was there. You will always be the King of Pop.

I love you forever.

Enocia

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How Amazing is That!

2009-06-25T15:54:00.008+01:00

At the library I got chatting to the security guy at the reception desk. As I hadn't seen him in a while I asked him how he was. He said his father had recently passed away, followed by his uncle. I offered him my condolence.

As I was chatting to my friend, I noticed his computer screensaver looked very much like a scene from an episode of Star Trek: Voyager called Threshold I watched just yesterday, when the ship is travelling at infinite velocity and the captain is dissolving into white light. For the actual scene go to 3.28. The image on my friend's screensaver was blue light. I asked my friend where he'd got the screensaver from. He said he didn't know, someone else must have uploaded it. I made a mental note to keep my eye out for that image.

A few hours later I was inspired to listen to the song "Shackles" by Mary Mary. When I looked it up on YouTube, I noticed there were several versions listed. On one video was an identical image of the screensaver I'd seen earlier. (Please see the video link below).

How amazing is that!

Enocia

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Song of the Day - 17

2009-06-25T15:42:00.001+01:00

Fantastic song! "Shakles" by Mary Mary. LOVE it!

Enocia

Song of the Day - 16

2009-06-25T15:24:00.005+01:00

This is one of those uplifting and chilled out songs that reminds one that's everything's OK. LOVE it! "Ocean Drive" by The Lighthouse Family.

"The sun's gonna shine on everything you do."

Enocia

Whose Policy is it Anyway?

2009-06-24T11:39:00.017+01:00

My mother and I were going to do some grocery shopping this morning but when she woke up she told me she was in a lot of pain and asked if I could do it on my own. I was happy to oblige. Besides, I know that I never shop alone anyway; I believe I'm always shopping with the entire universe.

Before I left, my mother gave me two shopping "bags for life" that had been bought at that supermarket, which you can keep exchanging for new ones. She asked me to exchange them as those had holes in them.

After I had finished picking up the grocery I looked for some bags to swap my old ones but I couldn't find any. I asked a member of staff where they were and she said they were now out of stock. The only ones they had were the bigger ones which I would have to pay for. I told her I needed new bags to carry my shopping and they could at least give me the other ones. She said I needed to speak to the manager about that. Just at that moment, another guy walked by who happened to be the assistant manager. I explained my position. He said he was sorry they'd run out but he couldn't give me the other bags as it wasn't their company policy to do so. He said I could always use the plastic bags they provide for free. I said they weren't strong enough. He told me he couldn't help me. He said if I was unhappy I could complain to the manager in store. I had a feeling even if I spoke to the manger s/he was going to fob me off with more company policy bullshit, which I didn't have time for. So I headed to the checkout and used their plastic bags. On my way out I realised I had forgotten to pick up a bar of chocolate but I couldn't be bothered to go back.

As I walked to the bus stop, I thought of what company policy means. A policy is only a rule made up to keep people in bondage to a particular idea and to make you think small. While customers are busy abiding by company policy, the company is maximising its profits. Well I don't operate by any company policy. The only policy I buy into is the Infinite Self's policy of working together in perfect harmony.

My bus arrived as soon as I got to the stop. When I got off that bus, the next one was close behind. As I was walking home, I saw a neighbour walking to the local bus stop, with her shopping trolley in tow. Presumably, she was on her way to the same supermarket. After I said hello, she asked me to stop as she wanted to give me something for me and my mother. She opened up her trolley and pulled out 6 bars of chocolates, which she said would be nice with tea. That, to me, was a demonstration of the Infinite Self's policy of harmony.

Later during my bus into town, two young women with lovely plaits sat in front of me. I told them how much I loved their hair. They told me they admired my short wavy hair. We chatted about the many fun ways to style black hair. Before they got off the bus, one of them gave me a Jehovah's Witness tract called: Life in a Peaceful New World. Here are some quotes:

"When you look at the scene on this tract, what feelings do you have? Does not your heart yearn for the peace, happiness, and prosperity seen there? Surely it does. But is it just a dream, or fantasy, to believe these conditions will ever exist on earth?

"Most people probably think so. Today's realities are war, crime, hunger, sickness, aging—to mention just a few. Yet there is reason for hope. Looking to the future, the Bible tells of a "new heavens and a new earth that we are awaiting according to [God's] promise, and in these righteousness is to dwell."— 2 Peter 3: 13; Isaiah 65: 17.

"These "new heavens" and "new earth," according to the Bible, are not a new material heavens or new literal earth. The physical earth and heavens were made perfect, and the Bible shows they will remain forever. (Psalm 89:36, 37; 104:5) The "new earth" will be a righteous society of people living on earth, and the "new heavens" will be a perfect heavenly kingdom, or government, that will rule over this earthly society of people. But is it realistic to believe that "a new earth," or glorious new world, is possible?"

"...God's Kingdom will bring earthly benefits beyond compare, accomplishing everything good that God originally purposed for his people to enjoy on earth. Hatreds and prejudices will cease to exist, and eventually everyone on earth will be a true friend of everyone else. In the Bible, God promises that he will 'make wars to cease to the extremity of the earth.' "Nation will not lift up sword against nation, neither will they learn war anymore."— Isaiah 2:4."

I believe the tract is another way of describing what happens when you follow the Infinite Self's policy of working together in harmony.

Every moment, I have a choice whether to buy into company policy or follow the Infinite Self's policy. I know which one I choose to follow.

Enocia

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We all Make Mistakes

2009-06-23T10:41:00.029+01:00

One of my favourite programmes on television at the moment is the American comedy Two and a Half Men, which is about two brothers, Charlie and Alan, and Jake (Alan's son), sharing the same house. Alan and Jake moved in with Charlie when he separated from his wife, which challenged Charlie's bachelor lifestyle. What I find hilarious about the show is the two brother's relationships as brothers, their relationship with their mother, and Charlie's exploits with his many women.

In the episode I watched yesterday called "My Damn Stalker" Rose, a neighbour Charlie once had a one-night-stand with who became his stalker, tells Cherlie she's moving to London. She says she's finally accepted that they will never become an item. At first, Charlie doesn't believe Rose is leaving and thinks it's just another one of her many ploys to get his attention.

In the meantime, Alan starts dating a woman he met on the Internet. Things are going so well that she's even promised to spend the night at Alan's place, the same night Rose is leaving for London.

While Alan and his date are in his bedroom, Charlie goes to speak to Rose. Although he's convinced she's not leaving, he asks her to stay anyway but Rose tells him she's made up her mind and she leaves in a cab. When Charlie enter Rose's place, he discovers the house is completely empty. That is when he realises Rose was telling the truth.

When Charlie returns to his place, he bumps into Alan's date who is on her way out. Charlie decides to speak to Alan about how he's feeling about Rose leaving. When he knocks on Alan's door, Alan tells him he's not decent but Charlie goes in anyway.

Charlie: "I've made a huge mistake."

Alan, tied to the bed with stockings and women's underwear, replies: "We all make mistakes."

I thought that was a classic! Alan's mistake was obviously attracting a woman who gets a kick out of tying men to their beds and then leaving.

That scene was the first thing that came to mind when I woke up this morning, which had me in stitches again. It also got me thinking about my own mistakes.

Once upon a time I wanted to be perfect like Mary Poppins the magical nanny who is "practically perfect in every way." In other words, I wanted to be my true self that never makes mistakes.

So I spent a lot of time on my own getting to know myself.

Next came the point when I had to move in with my mother because of my past mistakes. That was when I had to put all my theories of perfection into practice. Living with my mother has taught me humility, self-acceptance, acceptance of others, and how to be in my peace no matter what.

It was now time to test out my inner peace in intimate relationships. All I can say is the jury is still out on that one. At least when I do make mistakes, I can still see the funny side.

I could choose not to ever get involved in intimate relationships and just have friendships where I simply love impersonally, but that's not me. I wouldn't be experiencing life fully.

Come to think of it, I believe the only reason why Mary Poppins is so perfect is because she doesn't get emotionally involved with people or have intimate relationships. While she brings a lot of joy wherever she is, she doesn't get attached to people. In the film, where she's nanny to two kids, she leaves as soon as she feels she's no longer needed.

Well, I am not Mary Poppins and I don't want to be Mary Poppins. I can only be me.

So my idea of perfection has now changed. I now live by four principles:

First - being true to myself. This means not living by any one's rules or yardstick, just following my heart.

Second - doing the best I can in every moment. If I make "mistakes", I don't beat myself up about it. I simply remind myself that I'm always doing the best I can in every moment, pick myself up, and keep moving.

Third - being open. This means knowing that there's so much of myself I've yet to experience in form and being open to learn more about myself, and being open to receive help.

Fourth - loving myself. I am my greatest ally. I love and accept myself no matter how I am feeling or acting.

So yes, I agree with Alan that we all do make mistakes, but I'm getting better at loving and accepting myself anyway.

Enocia

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Song of the Day - 15

2009-06-22T15:51:00.003+01:00

This song makes me feel happy: "Lifted" by The Lighthouse Family. LOVE it!

What a voice!

Enocia

Thank You!

2009-06-22T15:22:00.007+01:00

A friend brought to my attention that they now have some episodes of "StarTrek Voyager" on YouTube, which is fantastic.

I am really grateful to those who have taken the time to upload those videos.

I am also grateful to all who share videos on YouTube, which I've been enjoying.

Thank you YouTube for being there!

Enocia

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Babes Galore

2009-06-22T14:44:00.003+01:00

I LOVE this advert! The girls are red hot!

The expression on the model's face when, the paparazzi abandon her, is priceless.

Enocia

Song of the Day - 14

2009-06-22T11:23:00.004+01:00

Another song I LOVE: "We Have All the Time in the World" by Louis Armstrong, which is a reminder of what is true, as I see it anyway.

Enocia

Song of the Day - 13

2009-06-22T10:44:00.005+01:00

I just LOVE this song: "Boom, Boom, Pow" by Black Eyed Peas from their latest album called "The E.N.D" (The Energy Never Dies). Fantastic video!

Enocia

Father's Day

2009-06-21T14:06:00.002+01:00

"Any man can be a father. It takes someone special to be a dad." Author Unknown

Happy Father's Day to all dads!

Enocia

It is All Love

2009-06-20T14:44:00.012+01:00

In the world, things appear to come in different shapes and sizes. Some give lots of pleasure while others give lots of pain, or so it would seem.

As I was walking home, I felt grit in my shoes but I couldn't be bothered to take them off. So I thought to myself: "Love is all there is," and the grit dissolved into nothing. Later there was a gust of wind and I felt grit in my eyes. Again I dissolved it by thinking "Love is all there is."

Recently while I was exploring a part of my local forests, my ankle rubbed against some nettles and it started to sting. The moment I thought "Love is all there is," the pain dissolved and my ankle was back to normal.

I believe there is only ONE continuously taking different forms i.e. grit, the wind and nettles. The trick is to keep remembering that all is Love and Love doesn't hurt.

Enocia

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The Universal Social Network

2009-06-20T12:29:00.019+01:00

These days there are now lots of social network websites that one can use to connect/reconnect with friends. Another way which, I feel, is a lot more superior way of uniting/reuniting friends is the Universal Social Network. This is when the Universe arranges the meeting effortlessly at the right time. Here's one such example.

During my walk with an old friend, I told him how I would love to have a pair of binoculars to go bird watching. I reminisced about how much fun it was when I last went bird watching with another friend. My friend said he knows someone who is married to a bird watcher.

We also chatted about this man who has just won £25 million on the lottery. I asked my friend what he would do if he won that amount. With his fantasy windfall, my friend dreamed up various scenarios including buying a jazz club he used to work for years ago.

On the way back we stopped off at a local pub, but it wasn't open at the time. So we decided to go to another pub down the road. When we arrived, my friend suggested we sit outside. While we were enjoying our lunch, my friend spotted someone he knew. Apparently they hadn't seen each other in 15 years.

When my friend asked his friend what he was doing in the area he said he and his friends had been bird watching. It also turned out this same friend had been the owner of the jazz club my friend had been fantasising about buying with his fantasy lottery windfall. When my friend mentioned to him that he still sees another friend he used to know, his friend said they'd been discussing him the day before.

My friend was flabbergasted at the turn of events.

That's the Universe for you, it always has astounding ways of connecting people. That's why I am a lifelong member of the Universal Social Network.

Enocia

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The Guide Has Been There, Done That and Got the T-Shirt

2009-06-18T14:35:00.002+01:00

I believe there are two ways I can choose to experience life: live as if every moment is fresh and new; or live from the perspective that life has already happened.

When I'm living from the perspective of life has already happened, I am experiencing life as the Guide/Light/Infinite Self, who has already been there, done that, and got the t-shirt. In other words, the Guide has already explored all possibilities and knows what each individual loves. All I have to do is let my Guide lead the way to the desires of my heart.

Not far from where I live, there is a canal bordered by lovely marshes. The first time I started exploring the area, it was like meeting an old friend that I vaguely remember from a previous life. Even though I got lost on many occasions, I always knew I would find my way back.

Recently, I invited a friend for a walk to share parts of the marshes with him. I knew he would love it because we've been on walks elsewhere before. He also wanted to take photos of me in the outdoors.

I had such fun acting as his guide. I also got to see the area with fresh eyes which made me love it even more. When I took him to a secluded spot, I asked him if he wanted to stay there and he agreed. If he hadn't liked that spot, I already knew other places we could have gone to that would have been just as delightful. My love was so infectious that he also caught the bug; we're planning to explore more of it together soon.

I have to say I prefer experiencing life from the Guide's perspective because I'm always guaranteed that every day is full of joy and wonder, which I can share with friends of like-mind.

Enocia

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News Report

2009-06-17T13:32:00.006+01:00

On the bus I noticed the guy sitting next to me was reading yesterday's edition of The London Paper, which is a freebie newspaper they give out in the city and in central London.

"I see you're catching up on your news then?"

"I'm catching up on the goss actually, not that there is anything new," he smiled.

"Yeah, it's always about what celebrities get up to," I said.

"They probably change the dates and publish the same stories," my friend chuckled. "I doubt if anyone would even notice."

I shall pick up today's edition later to catch up on the same old, same old.

Enocia

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Go For It!

2009-06-17T13:18:00.003+01:00

Apart from my current blog, I have blogs at other webs that I occasionally post my stories at as and when I am inspired. After I finished writing Comedy Sketch I wondered whether I should post that article at my other blog.

The next thing you know, I received an email notifying me someone had left a comment on that blog. I read it as a sign for me to "go for it" and post my article on that blog.

I love how things work out!

Enocia

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Friends in High Places - Revisited

2009-06-17T12:28:00.005+01:00

My mother's friend rang her yesterday evening to tell her her daughter had gone into labour and she was very concerned about her. Mum shared her belief in God and that God is assisting. She assured her it will work out fine and she shouldn't worry.

Later in the evening, her friend rang to tell her that her daughter had had her baby boy. She thanked mum for being there for her. She said she was grateful to have a friend like her to comfort her.

I agree with my mum's friend. There's nothing like having friends in "high places" who are always there to lift you up when you are down.

Enocia

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Comedy Sketch

2009-06-17T11:00:00.015+01:00

I have observed life provides limitless opportunities for fun and laughter, sometimes in the most unlikely places.

The other day I accompanied my mother to the hospital. At the waiting room, my mother chose where she wanted to sit and I sat next to her. There was an elderly lady sitting to my right. After a few minutes, two Asian women who had been sitting with their backs to us, decided to swap seats so they were now sitting facing us. (In the UK Asian refers to people of Indian Sub-continent origin). Both women were wearing saris.

"What's she dressed like that for?" the woman next to me said.

"Pardon?" I said.

"She shouldn't be dressed like that showing her stomach. She should leave that to younger girls. At her age she should be covering herself up. Some people don't know how to dress appropriately."

While my friend was busy ranting, I was reminded of the comedy sketch show called Harry Enfield's Television Programme. One of his characters is called Mr You-Don't-Wanna-Do-It-Like-That who goes around telling people what to do because he thinks he knows what's best. To me, my friend beside me was the female version of that character. I thought she was hilarious. I was very proud of my self-restraint that I didn't burst out laughing. I just nodded, smiled and kept my trap shut. I figured I would save my giggles for later.

After my friend had finished her tirade which, fortunately for her, the Asian women hadn't heard, I asked her why she was in the hospital. She said she had a problem with her shoulder joint and she was having some kind of injection for it. I told her my older brother had a similar problem a while back and had an operation to have it fixed. My friend said she was coming back for another minor operation. I asked her where she lived, about her family and stuff. She turned out to be very nice to chat to. When my mother was called up, I wished my friend well.

I have to say hospitals are not my favourite places. I was so glad I met my friend who had entertained me. Then again, I should expect lots of entertainment at hospitals as they have lots of theatres, don't they?

Enocia

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The Greatest Gift is Love

2009-06-16T15:56:00.005+01:00

Last night I watched Terminator 2: Judgment Day again, for the umpteenth time. My mother asked me what was so special about this movie that I need to see it again and again. I couldn't answer her question.

I mean, how does one explain the mystery of love? I love because I love. I even saw something in the film I hadn't seen before.

One thing I've discovered about the wonder of love is when I love something or someone, they reveal more of who they are for me to love, in terms of their gifts, and interests. In other words, they seem to come to life and be overflowing with joy and purpose.

Another thing I've discovered about love is that the more open I am to be loved, the more the other is open to love me by expressing and sharing more of their gifts and interests.

The greatest gift I can ever give to another is to love and be open for the other to love me in return.

Enocia

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You Don't Wanna Do That!

2009-06-16T14:24:00.004+01:00

Dedicated to people who believe they always know what's best for others.

Thank you, Harry Enfield, for your gift of laughter!

Enocia

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Pigeons Do the SIlliest Things

2009-06-15T14:40:00.005+01:00

While I was in the park I noticed a flock of pigeons feeding together. Then one flew away closely followed by another and another until they'd all taken off. Later I saw them flying in unison and heading towards a fence. After hitting the fence, they flew away from it.

Pigeons do the silliest things!

Enocia

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Exquisite

2009-06-15T12:28:00.004+01:00

I watched the finals of the "BBC Cardiff Singer of the Year" yesterday.

The Russian sopranist Ekaterina Shcherbachenko won. She was exquisite and I was really touched. These were her performances.

Je voudrais bien savoir...Ah Je ris (Faust) - Gounod
Signore, ascolta (Turandot) - Puccini
No word from Tom (The Rake's Progress) - Stravinsky

Enocia

Song of the Day - 12

2009-06-13T15:55:00.005+01:00

This song still gives me the chills. "Get Your Freak On" by Missy Elliot.

It's a mixture of Japanese, Bengali and hip-hop. LOVE it!

Enocia

Your Life in Your Own Hands

2009-06-13T13:15:00.021+01:00

The other day I accompanied my mother to the hospital to have some tests for her impending hip operation. While she was being tested, I helped her fill out a questionnaire about the state of her health. They ask all sorts of questions and what kind of disease you've had or don't have. She even had to indicate on a graph how she was feeling in that moment i.e. 100 for perfect health or 0 for dead.

"Go on, mum, pick a number," I teased her. "Minus 10 or lower?"

You've gotta have a laugh.

The nurse told mum her blood pressure was very high even though she's been religiously taking her pills. The nurse told her that she has to keep monitoring her blood pressure or they won't be able to go through with the operation.

Mum told me later that all those questions about her health don't help matters and may very well play a huge part in increasing one's blood pressure. I could perfectly understand because if I didn't experience life in my Zone, I would find it hard to be in my peace in that environment.

I find it very interesting how, on the one hand the medical experts claim to know how to assist patients; while on the other hand, they recognise that they can do nothing if the patients don't help themselves. In my mother's case they were telling her point blank that her blood pressure is in her own hands. In other words, she's totally responsible for whether it's higher or lower.

If you can lower or raise your blood pressure, then surely you can make yourself be in radiant health.

Even if you believe in a Power/Intelligence within you that can heal you, it is still your responsibility to surrender to that Power. No one can do it for you.

If you're someone who would rather have another intercede on your behalf, it is still your responsibility to reach out and ask for help. No one can do it for you.

Speaking of which, in this week's issue of Sport Magazine is an article called Greatest Sporting Comebacks. The athlete who was voted no. 1 was Lance Armstrong. Apparently when he was ranked the number 1 cyclist in the world, he was diagnosed with cancer and given a 50% survival chance. Armstrong was determined to beat the disease. He not only got better, he ended up winning the "Tour de France" seven times. That's one way to take responsibility.

I believe doctors only have as much (or as little) power as their patients give them. I also believe whether you achieve radiant health through belief in an Intelligence within, willpower, prayer, or through medical intervention, your life is always in your own hands.

Enocia

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Pressure to Fit In

2009-06-13T12:10:00.009+01:00

My mother has a blood pressure machine, which she uses to monitor her blood pressure. Out of curiosity, I asked her to measure mine.

The readings came out as 107/70. As I had no idea what those figures meant, I checked them up on the Web. The higher one is supposed to be the Systolic and the lower Diostolic, whatever that means.

According to one chart, someone around my age should have a Systolic range of: Min: 112; Average: 125; Max: 137.

The average Diostolic for someone my age should be: Min: 79: Average: 83; Max: 87.

According to the charts, my readings of 107/70 doesn't quite match my age range, but fits in perfectly with someone who is aged between 15 and 19. Now it makes sense why when I used to see doctors, they would always tell me my blood pressure was quite low; probably because they didn't match the medical world view.

That's why the only expert medical opinion I follow is my own.

Enocia

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Song of the Day - 11

2009-06-13T11:04:00.002+01:00

I LOVE this song: "Where's Your Head at?" by Basement Jaxx. The video is fantastic!

Enocia

Comforter

2009-06-12T14:50:00.005+01:00

During my bus journey, I heard someone humming the hymn "The King of Love", which I love. I also find the words very comforting and inspiring.

I wondered whether to turn round and speak to the whistler. Whoever it was only hummed one verse and went silent. Never mind! I went back to staring out of the window. I also hummed a song I love.

Just as I was about to get off at the last stop, I noticed there was only one other passenger still upstairs. I wondered if he was the whistler.

"Excuse me, was it you who was whistling "The King of Love" earlier?"

"Was I?" he said. "I must have been whistling it subconsciously. I've just come from a friend's funeral, you see, and they played that hymn, which is very uplifting. It is from Psalm 23."

"Yes, I know," I said. "It used to be my favourite hymn when I used to go to church."

"I'm really glad it touched you."

"Yes it did, thank you," I smiled and said goodbye.

I'm posting the lyrics to the hymn here, just in case someone else finds it uplifting.

The King of love my Shepherd is,
Whose goodness faileth never,
I nothing lack if I am His
And He is mine forever.

Where streams of living water flow
My ransomed soul He leadeth,
And where the verdant pastures grow,
With food celestial feedeth.

Perverse and foolish oft I strayed,
But yet in love He sought me,
And on His shoulder gently laid,
And home, rejoicing, brought me.

In death’s dark vale I fear no ill
With Thee, dear Lord, beside me;
Thy rod and staff my comfort still,
Thy cross before to guide me.

Thou spread’st a table in my sight;
Thy unction grace bestoweth;
And O what transport of delight
From Thy pure chalice floweth!

And so through all the length of days
Thy goodness faileth never;
Good Shepherd, may I sing Thy praise
Within Thy house forever. The King of Love

Enocia

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Three Lions

2009-06-11T10:38:00.004+01:00

After noticing someone's surname called Lion, I received an email from a friend with a video attachment with this guy playing with lions.

As I was walking home later, I noticed someone had dumped a book and the front cover had a picture of a lion.

Reminds me of the "Lightning Seeds" football song "Three lions." I wonder if it had anything to do with the fact that England was playing Andorra yesterday?

"Three lions on a shirt."

Enocia

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Song of the Day - 10

2009-06-10T15:33:00.001+01:00

Love this song: "Family Affair" by Mary J Blige.

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I Never Walk Alone

2009-06-10T11:38:00.009+01:00

In a game show my mother and I were watching last night, a contestant was teaching his opponent about his favourite football team, Liverpool, which he was later tested on. They also showed the fans singing their anthem "You'll Never Walk Alone." Liverpool FC happens to be the football team I support as well. I couldn't resist teasing my mother about how my team is better than hers - Arsenal FC. (I also made a mental note to post the anthem on my blog).

As I walking through the local park this morning, I saw this woman walking her two dogs and they made a beeline towards me and wanted to play.

"Walk on, walk on!" she shouted at them.

"Walk on" happens to be part of the "You'll Never Walk Alone" lyrics. It's funny how I've seen her and her dogs before and they've done the same thing to me, but she's never used those words before. I reckon the woman was only there to remind me to post the anthem on my blog.

Later, I came across this woman with an Arsenal FC rucksack on her back. I walked ahead of her, proving beyond a shadow of a doubt that Liverpool fans are better than Arsenal fans at everything, including walking. :-p

I never walk alone.

Enocia

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Song of the Day - 9

2009-06-09T14:27:00.004+01:00

Another classic Marvin Gaye song - "Sexual Healing." This is the BEST! LOVE, LOVE, LOVE it!

Thank you Marvin for your wonderful gifts.

Enocia

No Change There Then!

2009-06-09T12:41:00.019+01:00

At the library I go to, the security guard needs to check people's bags each time they leave the library.

On the way to the toilet, the security guard inspected my handbag.

"Your bag is the same as the last time," he said.

"What do you mean?" I said.

"Everything in your bag is in the same position."

"Are you saying I'm that predictable and boring?"

"Yes," he sniggered.

"Thanks a lot!"

I decided to swap my lipstick from the right to the left and see if he noticed anything different. Sure enough when he checked my bag later he pointed out that I had swapped my lipstick.

Later I got thinking about what it means to be predictable. When you're doing the same old and same old, it seems like nothing ever changes and life seems monotonous. Is this why humans choose to grow old and die, so they can have a change of scenery? At least with that opt-out clause you can return with a new look and act a different role.

Reminds me of when I was once exploring Richmond Park. I was curious to see how far I could walk. I thought to myself that at least if I got sick of walking I could always exit through one of the gates. The path just kept going on and on with no gates in sight; I thought I was going to go bananas. When I finally spotted the next gate, I couldn't exit fast enough.

There's another way of looking at this. When you love what you're doing, time is meaningless. For instance, I listened to the same Marvin Gaye song practically all day yesterday and I wasn't bored at all because I love it.

Back to my romance with Richmond Park. The more I explored it, the more I fell in love with it. One day I even walked around the entire park, which took around 3 and a half hours of non-stop walking; and I loved every single moment of it.

I believe the secret to immortality is to love what you're doing in every moment. Then that love will continue to animate the same old body for as long as you need to keep doing what you love doing.

When I'm no longer enjoying or loving what I'm doing, it's time to make a speedy exit.

Enocia

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Are Animals Affected by the Credit Crunch?

2009-06-09T11:07:00.008+01:00

As I was walking through our local park, I noticed a squirrel picking up a chip* someone had dropped and running up a tree to eat it. How very odd!

Later as I was walking through this neighbourhood I saw a squirrel sitting with some pigeons. At the time, I was munching on some custard cream biscuits, which I'm quite partial to. I threw one at the pigeons but the squirrel pounced on it. After sniffing it, the squirrel picked it up, ran up the wall, and started munching.

Blimey, things must be getting really bad if squirrels can eat chips and biscuits!

I wonder if it is the effect of the credit crunch? :-)

Enocia

* the British equivalent of fries but a lot fatter

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The Desires of My Heart

2009-06-08T16:10:00.010+01:00

I believe all the desires of my heart are gifts I, as my True Self/Infinite Love-Light am giving to myself. In other words, they are what I truly need to make life meaningful for me.

How do I know what are the real desires of my heart? Whatever blesses, enlightens, heals, inspires, liberates, uplifts, makes me feel good, and leaves me in wonderment.

Enocia

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Song of the Day - 8

2009-06-08T13:20:00.005+01:00

"Let's Get It On" by Marvin Gaye.

"If the spirit moves you, let me groove you." LOVE it!

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Quote of the Day

2009-06-08T12:51:00.002+01:00

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. ET, You are Already Home!

Light is the Answer to All Problems

2009-06-08T11:30:00.028+01:00

When I went home I noticed my mother was looking unhappy. She said she was feeling terrible and believed she was coming up with a cold. I knew she had an important church function to attend the next day, which she didn't want to miss. I told her I was sure she would be better by the next day.

In silence, I thought, "Light interpenetrates all space and is dissolving all thoughts of disharmony now."

By late in the evening she was feeling better. The next day she was up bright and early for church and was back to "normal", whatever that means for her.

I woke up with a slight headache which kept getting progressively worse. When I sent light to my head, it dissolved the headache.

Later, my mother brought home some chocolate cake someone had baked her. I had a huge slice which I really enjoyed. A few hours later there was this huge zit on my cheek, which I presumed was the effect of the programme that if you indulge in a huge slice of chocolate cake, you're likely to suffer the consequences. I decided to flood my body with light and the light dissolved the zit. Come to think of it, before I have another slice I'm going to flood it with light, just in case.

Light is the answer to all problems.

Enocia

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Bless!

2009-06-07T14:30:00.004+01:00

During my walk yesterday, I met the most adorable fat grey cat. She was resting under a car and when she saw me she hobbled towards me. She had three legs. She was the most affectionate cat I've ever met. She kept rubbing her body against my legs. Every time she sensed I was about to walk away, she would miaow loudly and I would stroke her some more. She also tried to roll over on her back to have her stomach tickled but she couldn't quite manage it. I spent about five minutes stroking her.

I hope I see my friend again soon.

Enocia

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Taking the Rough with the Smooth

2009-06-06T13:02:00.027+01:00

As I was walking in my neighbourhood I saw this guy I haven't seen in ages. I asked him how he was and he said things are not perfect but he's taking it in his stride. He said it's like being on a ship on calm seas. Sooner or later the ship is going to hit stormy waters as that is how life is. It's important to be able to take the rough with the smooth.

I thanked him for his words of wisdom.

I agree with my friend that life can have its ups and downs. I also believe life is a game and my experiences depend on what position I choose to play. I can either choose the Cause or Effect position.

When I'm playing at the Effect position, I'm at the whim of beliefs and expectations and tossed about from pillar to post.

When I'm playing at the Cause position, I'm in complete control; and no matter how life unfolds it's always in my favour.

The easiest way I find to play at Cause position is to put Love first. This means focus on doing what I love in every moment. Even if I don't like where I'm at or how things are going, I believe it's important to love it anyway. When I'm loving what I don't like I end up seeing the good in it and it turns out good.

When Love is Cause, the rough and the smooth are one and the same thing - love.

I take the rough with the smooth.

Enocia

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I'll Be Back!

2009-06-06T11:14:00.006+01:00

I watched The Terminator again last night. It's one of my favourite films. I just LOVE it!

I love it when Arnold Schwarzenegger first appears on the scene as The Terminator butt naked. What a body!

One thing I like about The Terminator is his one-pointed focus. He doesn't let anything get in the way of his mission to terminate Sarah Connor, sometimes with hilarious consequences, until he gets terminated.

"The Terminator" is also a love story about a man who comes from the future to save the woman he's always loved, though there is a time paradox involved.

I also find it hilarious when the police assures Sarah Connor she will be safe in the night club as it's a public place. That doesn't stop The Terminator from coming in and decimating the place. Then when Sarah is in the police station, the chief tells her she'll be safe because there are 30 cops on the station. Yeah right!

The funniest scene is when The Terminator walks into the police station and asks to see Sarah Connor and a copper tells him to sit and wait. That is the first time he delivers that famous line: "I'll be back!" The next thing you know, The Terminator is ramming the station in with his car. Classic!

The fourth Terminator film is out now. It will be interesting to see how that pans out.

I'll be back!

Enocia

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Thought of the Day

2009-06-06T11:07:00.001+01:00

"As loyal as a politician." :-)

Enocia

Song of the Day - 7

2009-06-06T11:04:00.001+01:00

"Freedom" by George Michael. LOVE it!

George Michael - Freedom

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What a Trip!

2009-06-05T15:55:00.002+01:00

As I was watching this, I kept getting goose bumps up and down my spine. Wow, truly sublime!

Pigeons Do the Funniest Things

2009-06-05T15:18:00.006+01:00

More of my pigeon observations.

I saw a pigeon jay-walking through a moving traffic to the other side of the road. As he was walking on the pavement, a man walking behind him startled the pigeon and it flew away. Funny how the pigeon wasn't scared in moving traffic but was frightened off by a pedestrian!

The next day, I noticed two pigeons stuck in the middle of a road with cars driving around them. I thought, "Fly, you morons! That's why you've got wings." Both of them took off and flew out of the way. Talk about living on the edge!

Pigeons do the funniest things; unless they're only acting out for my benefit.

Enocia

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Song of the Day - 6

2009-06-05T14:03:00.005+01:00

I LOVE this song: "You Bring Me Joy" by Anita Baker. She is one of my favourite singers.

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The Importance of Laughter

2009-06-05T12:25:00.018+01:00

While I was travelling on the bus I noticed this woman with a t-shirt with an interesting smilie that had hearts as eyes. To me, it was a reminder that when I see life through the eyes of Joy, there's a lot of fun to be had, no matter what the situation.

Later in the evening I received a text message from a friend whose train had been delayed and was having a whinge about the poor service he'd received on the train. His texts did make me laugh and I believe he was also able to see the funny side to the situation.

Another reason why I believe in the importance of making light of any situation is because laughing is good for one's health. In Charles Fillmore's Jesus Christ Heals, there is a story about a woman who went to see her doctor with a large cyst. The doctor told her a funny story and the woman laughed so hard the liquid burst out of the cyst and she was healed.

Speaking of cysts, years ago, I went in for minor surgery to have a cyst removed. I was only meant to stay in the hospital overnight and be discharged the next day but it wasn't to be because of some emergency. The other patients and I in the ward were having such a giggle that I didn't mind staying for an extra day. After my operation, the nurse offered me pain killers but I declined. I believe I was still too high from all that laughing to feel any pain.

Six years ago, while I was on my own on a two-month retreat, practising lots of meditation, I fell ill and couldn't keep food or liquid down. After a few days, I'd lost about half a stone (7 pounds) which wasn't good considering I'm already skinny. When the ambulance came to fetch me, the paramedic couldn't take me seriously. He asked me if I was a long distance runner who had been overdoing it. Yeah, from Kenya, not!

At the hospital I got chatting to this other patient. I asked him to sit beside me while I was on the drip machine and he entertained me with stories that had me laughing my head off. When the doctor took some tests to see what was wrong with me, they couldn't find anything wrong. They sent me home a few hours later with some pills, which I never took because I was back on form.

I need constant laughter in my life. Without laughter, life will be very grim indeed.

Enocia

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Song of the Day - 5

2009-06-04T13:56:00.003+01:00

"Good Morning" by the gorgeous, John Legend. What a beautiful song!

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Good Morning!

2009-06-04T13:45:00.001+01:00

Good morning to you, and you and you!

Classic clip from Singing in the Rain.

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Keep Moving

2009-06-03T11:31:00.016+01:00

I believe life is very simple but sometimes we make it complicated.

For instance, while I was walking home yesterday I tripped on the pavement. I didn't stop and wonder why I had tripped or blamed the pavement for tripping me up I just kept moving.

While I was brushing my teeth yesterday morning my gum started to bleed rather profusely. I wasn't interested in why it was bleeding or what I had done to cause it to bleed, I simply asked for healing light to stop the bleeding. Last night when I checked my gum. I could see it was still red and inflamed.

Before I went to sleep, I visualised myself being filled with liquid light and the light nourishing the cells of my body.

Another way I nourish myself with Light is I listen to the sound of Light within I hear all the time, which sounds rather like millions of crickets singing in perfect harmony. The first time I dissolved into Light during meditation and knew myself as Light, I could hear those cricket-like sounds.

Here's another way I've heard it described:

"Quantum objects become increasingly granular or refined until they become pure light energy and cease to have mass. They are not of physical reality, but rather of a pure-state energy. This energy is further segmented into octaves of vibration. In other words, this light energy vibrates, and just like music, there are fundamentals and harmonics. The harmonics resonate with the fundamental energy vibration and the whole energy packet sings like a choir--except its voice is light." Wingmakers

When I listen to the Light, I not only feel immense joy, I taste sweetness in my mouth that reminds me of nectar. (I know what nectar tastes like because I used to drink them from flowers when I was a child).

I was up for hours last night listening to the Light.

This morning when I was brushing my teeth I noticed my gum was back to normal.

If something ever untoward happens, it's important to just brush myself up and keep moving.

Enocia

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Guilty Conscience

2009-06-03T10:57:00.006+01:00

On my way home I got chatting to this guy at our local park and he walked with me back. We talked about how wonderful the park was now looking after its recent facelift and how clean the canal was.

As we approached the railway bridge, he pointed out the graffiti on the side.

"I wonder how they managed to get them up there?"

"I wonder too," I said. "They're like dogs, they always have to leave their mark wherever they go."

A man standing facing away from us turned round and said to me, "We have to."

It was then I realised he had been urinating on the wall and had presumed I was speaking about him.

"I wasn't referring to you, I was talking about graffiti artists," I said. "Now you've made me notice you having a pee. Thanks a lot!"

That's what I call having a guilty conscience!

Enocia

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Passion

2009-06-02T14:18:00.011+01:00

"Absence diminishes mediocre passions and increases great ones, as the wind extinguishes candles and fans fires." Francois de La Rochefoucauld

Passion is very important to me.

When I'm passionate about something, I give it a lot of attention. In other words, I put my heart and soul into whatever I'm into at that moment.

Passion is rather like a fuel that keeps a motor running. Without the fuel, the car is going nowhere.

For instance, when I love a song, I can listen to it over and over again without getting bored with it. I also feel my love for the song coming to life within me and attracting more of what I love about it.

Another thing I'm passionate about is writing. I think about it all the time. Because I am interested in writing about the wonder of life I end up attracting more wonderful experiences so I can express what I'm passionate about in writing.

When I fall in love, I focus a lot of my energy on that individual. Obviously if I'm giving a lot and getting nothing back, I will have to withdraw my passion and channel it elsewhere.

For me, passion is a very ingredient to life's recipe. Life without passion is death.

Enocia

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On Being Vulnerable

2009-06-02T11:58:00.005+01:00

The following piece was previously posted at my Free to Be Me blog.

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On Being Vulnerable

We are all supposed to be
Self-contained, independent beings.
Don't even think of opening your heart
When you're not sure
Of being loved in return.

Missing another is anathema.

Well, I'm not afraid to love
Till it feels like
My heart is going to burst into
Infinity and beyond.
I'm not ashamed to be vulnerable!

Shame on me for being so mushy!

I love being mushy,
Vulnerable and weak.
My poor heart is
Always open to love.

Enocia

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Why Love is All I Need

2009-06-01T13:16:00.018+01:00

People can be a bit wishy-washy. One minute they are happy, the next they're sad. One minute someone promises to do something then he changes his mind. One moment someone loves you the next he doesn't. And so you have this yo-yo effect going on.

That's the human aspect of self which is always changing.

How can I depend on or trust in a reality that is always changing?

There is one thing that I can totally rely on that never changes - my true self.

My true self is infinite Love-Light. I know this to be true because I've experienced it during meditation. I am pure light which feels like all the good feelings in the universe. The Light is also the substance of all things. I believe it is this Light that is clothing itself in the many experiences and forms.

Love-Light is my mother, father, sister, brother, cousin, relatives.
Love-Light is lover, partner, companion, husband, friend, all relationships.
Love-Light is my banker, provider, supply, support.
Love-Light is my inspiration, intelligence, wisdom.
Love-Light is my beauty, health, wholeness.
Love-Light is my entertainment, fulfilment, fun.
Love-Light is my comfort, happiness, joy, love, peace of mind, safety.
Love-Light is my energy, nourishment, power.
Love-Light is my everything.

Love-Light is all I need.

I trust in Love-Light which never changes.

Enocia

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Song of the Day - 4

2009-06-01T11:53:00.001+01:00

"Save Room" by John Legend.

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Putting Love First - Revisited

2009-06-01T10:52:00.009+01:00

For some reason the American singer, John Legend, just popped into my consciousness. I think he's an amazing singer and I LOVE him. I hummed his song Save Room.

Later as I was channel-hopping on television, I noticed there was a John Legend concert on. The funny thing is his jacket was similar to mine, though his is of course expensive designer.

He was amazing, as usual.

His song Save Room reminds me about what it means to put Love/my True Self first in all my affairs. Love then alerts me to the things I really love, need and that give me joy, as She did with John Legend.

Thank you, John, you are an absolute Legend!

Enocia

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Proud to be British

2009-06-01T10:27:00.011+01:00

Well, Britain has got talent!

It was so good to see the British public didn't get manipulated by the media hype around a certain contestant and voted for the best on the night - Diversity who are brilliant, fun, inventive, original, and unique. They are a joy to watch.

I believe Diversity represents Britain perfectly - many different cultures living together in perfect harmony.

Makes me proud to be British.

Enocia

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