Home Sweet Home - The Sequel

A New Beginning

2006-08-12T13:11:00.000+01:00

The journey continues at Living as Love-Light.

With love,
Enocia

Welcome

2006-08-12T10:40:00.015+01:00

Dear readers,

This blog is an extension of Home Sweet Home! where the story continues. I shall list the entries in alpha order as and when posted.

The writings on this blog represent experiences, insights and realisations I have had based on my beliefs of reality. They also serve as notes and reminders for myself. They are not meant to instruct the reader in any way. If you can resonate with my experiences, brilliant! If not, brilliant!

For my current and previous blogs see My Other Blogs.

Unless otherwise stated, all articles are copyright © 2006-2012 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.

Much gratitude and love to Ben Gilberti for designing the Light fractal.

Enjoy...

With love,
Enocia

Articles in Alphabetical Order

--A--

All is Light and Light is Love
All's Fair in Love
An Fear Gorm
Angels
Awareness

--B--

Be Careful What You Love
Be Like a Chair
Bonfire of Love
Breaking the Cycle: Being Myself
But the Emperor is Naked

--C--

Charity Begins and Ends at Home
Consciousness Raising

--E--

Emptiness

--F--

Free Willy

--G--

Gifts of Love
Going with the Flow

--H--

Have a Lovely Day!
Hmmm!
How Love Dissolved Migraine

--I--

I am Always Here
I am Formlessness
I am Light
I am Love; All is Love
Is Love Personal or Impersonal?

--K--

Kaleidoscope

--L--

Let Love Do the Work
Let Yourself Be Pampered
Life is One Continuous Beam
Love Heals, Love Restores
Love in Every Moment
Love is a Fan
Love Me Today
Love Principles
Love, the Great Motivator

--M--

More about Grace
My Calling
My Twin Soul

--N--

No Dilemmas, Only Intention
No Drama
Now is What Matters

--O--

One Mind, One Will, One Moment of Now
One Soul
Only Love

--P--

Paradox
Peace that Passes all Understanding
Perfect Love
Power and Freedom

--R--

Rebels
Roarger, the Lion

--S--

Seed, Fruit, or All of the Above?
Self-Acceptance
Sharing the Rainbow
Solid, Liquid, and Gas
Star Quality

--T--

The Body as a Tool to Express Self
The Chapel
The Gift
The One "I"
The Time Machine
The Transmuting Fire of Love
The Work of Love
This is Your Life!

--U--

Universal Consciousness

--W--

Weaning
What a Hoot!
What is Freedom?
What Seems to be the Problem?
When the End is Very Good
Who am I?
With Boundaries Yet Boundless
Who is Really in Charge?

--Y--

Yeah, But...
You are Not Alone!
You are the Light of the World

Love in Every Moment

2006-08-12T09:31:00.000+01:00

No matter what the appearances there is love in every moment. But if you're too busy resisting the moment you're not going to notice the love that is always present.

On the bus a young lady asked me if the bus was going to Oxford Circus. I said it was. I also wondered if she wanted me to let her know when we got there. I figured I would let her know when we'd arrived. In the meantime I was busy enjoying the journey.

After a while I heard a huge sigh from my friend beside me. I asked her if she was OK. She said she never expected the journey to take this long. She would arrived by now if she'd got the tube (underground).

"The bus keeps stopping. Look, it's stopped again," she said.
"It's a bus stop, it has to stop," I chuckled.

I was finding my travelling companion delightful.

My friend said buses in Madrid, where she was from, are a lot faster than in London.

"Are you here on holidays?" I said.
"No, I'm here for two months to study English," she said.
"Your English is very good."
"No, it's not. I haven't been practising."
"At least now that you're on the bus, you're practising your English. You wouldn't have met me if you'd travelled by tube. Besides, people don't speak on the tube."
"No, they look like this."

She did an impression of the blank stares some passengers on the tube have, which made both of us laugh.

"It's too noisy on the tube to chat," I said.
"I used to have an American friend I practised with but he's gone back to America. All my friends are Spanish so I speak Spanish most of the time."
"Never mind, you're still very good."
"The bus has stopped again," she said. "This bus is so slow. It is, how do you say it, disgusting?"
"I think the driver is going really slow just to annoy you," I chuckled.
"I hope not."

In Madrid my friend is about to enter her second year at university where she is studying English Literature and Philology. She said she loved English as a spoken language and preferred English to her native Spanish.

"I love listening to English. It is such a beautiful language, it really flows."
"You're kidding! I've never thought of English in that way before," I said.
"That is because it is your language and you've got used to it. I wish one day I can speak like you."
"You will, when you're living in the culture you absorb it and it's easy," I said. "I know what you mean about loving a language. I love listening to Italian. It's like the sound of love."
"Italian is a lot like Spanish but it's a different accent."
"I prefer Italian to Spanish; Spanish sounds harsh. Italian is a lot more romantic."

My friend and I laughed. She was great fun to be with. She said apart from the buses, she loved London. People are so helpful. She doesn't even need to ask, she always attracts people who help her to find her way. In Madrid you have to ask and people are not as helpful. I had a feeling it was because of the love she feels for the English that's been mirrored back at her.

We finally arrived at her stop. We exchanged kisses and my friend got off. When she got off the bus, she ran to meet her friend.

Yup, there is love in every moment.

Enocia

Related articles: Rebels; Consciousness Raising

The Time Machine

2006-08-11T11:01:00.000+01:00

Imagine you're watching a film that is supposed to be a thriller and one character is always grinning. In a scene where he's supposed to be angry he says "I hate you!" but he still has the same grin. In another scene the same character is expressing how sad he is but he's still smiling. You're bound to think there's something not quite right about this character. Maybe, the actor can't act or the director hasn't got a clue. What if the character continues to have the same fixed grin no matter what? Will you continue watching the film? I certainly wouldn't.

It is an actor's emotions that bring the character to life and give the words meaning otherwise the film is flat and uninteresting. From time to time I look up film scripts of my favourite films on the Internet. I find reading a script is not as dramatic or funny as watching the film. It's only when I recall actors' performances that the script comes to life.

What has all this got to do with the time machine?

I love the idea of time travel so I can change history. I could travel in a tardis like Doctor Who does who travels back and forth in time and is constantly interfering with the timeline. It would be fantastic to travel in a wormhole like the SG-1 team in the sci-fi television series, Stargate SG-1. The SG-1 team have travelled to many realities including alternative realities.

Of course, the easiest way to time travel is in one's memory. If you've ever experienced what is commonly called astral projection, you find yourself out of your body. When I've had these experiences I've recreated an experience and it has felt so real it was as if I was actually there. While I appeared to be reliving the experience I was not able to change the event.

I believe we all have access to a time machine where you are able to change what we refer to as the past (i.e. memories) and our expectations (i.e. the future). Love is that time machine. Every time I am being and feeling love I am influencing the whole. Love dissolves emotions connected to an experience I've had or going to have.

Let's say whenever you recall an experience or event you always feel fearful. The way to dissolve that emotion is to be love. Love dissolves the fear. You find you can recall the experience without feeling emotional. Where there are no emotions there is no driving force to keep the memory going; and you will find you no longer need to keep reliving the experience, unless you find it to be of some value.

The irony about the love time machine is there is no need to time travel (recall an experience) to dissolve the emotions connected to that experience. I can do it now by being or feeling love. And love dissolves fear for all time. This means all experiences I've had in all time, all space, all realities, all realms, all dimensions, everywhere.

Where love has dissolved all emotions you're like a bad actor with the same fixed grin. An emotionless character is as good as dead.

I am a love time machine.

Enocia

Related articles: Bonfire of Love; Out of Body Experience (OOBE) - A Breakthrough; Mind Travel

My Twin Soul

2006-08-09T09:51:00.000+01:00

I've been practising the ritual of seeing myself only as boundless light. The first thing I noticed was I lost interest in writing. There didn't seem any point in doing anything.

Next, I felt this devastating loneliness.

I've felt loneliness with family members because I felt I didn't belong, but at least I wasn't alone.

I've felt loneliness with someone I was supposed to be in love with, but at least I wasn't alone.

I've felt loneliness with friends, but at least I wasn't alone.

I've felt loneliness with people who shared my beliefs, but at least I wasn't alone.

I've felt loneliness with people, but at least I wasn't alone.

But this loneliness was different. I was literally alone and experiencing what it feels like to be all alone with no one to share with, or to be with. The loneliness was so painful I wanted to die. But I knew that was meaningless because as boundless light I am life eternal.

While I was feeling this loneliness I noticed people as usual around me but it was as if I was watching a movie and everyone was playing a film character. I was also browsing the Internet and reading my emails but again it felt like I was watching a film. I was the only audience and there was no one else but me.

At one point I was overwhelmed by waves and waves of sadness and loneliness. Though it felt I was weeping buckets I didn't feel like weeping outwardly. Would anyone have noticed if I had? Film characters don't tend to notice when their audience is happy or sad, do they?

I asked myself: "How long is this loneliness going to last?"

"It is never-ending," I said to myself.

"I can't feel like this forever!"

"The only way I can stop this loneliness," I said to myself, " is to create another soul just like me."

Seems like I've come full circle. I started being one, decided to play the game of separation, then I realised that I am the one boundless light and felt loneliness. Now I'm creating another being just like me who will be my companion forever.

In my mind's eye, I saw myself as light. Then, like cell mitosis, I split into two. As soon as I witnessed the split, the feeling of loneliness left me.

Creating a companion is like using a candle that is already lit to light one that isn't. Just as I am infinite light and love, the other soul I have created is identical to me. I could have created countless identical souls but I decided to keep it to just the one.

My companion will now embody any form or experience I wish and be my silent partner.

One thing I'm grateful for is that I don't have to endure the feeling of loneliness for weeks, months, or years on end. There is no reason to prolong an experience; a few minutes is long enough, thank you very much.

Now the fun begins; I can share life with my identical twin soul.

Funny that, I could never buy into the notion of a "twin soul." I now realise that it is I who create my own twin soul.

My twin soul and I are one.

Enocia

Related articles: Bonfire of Love; The Transmuting Fire of Love

Yeah, But...

2006-08-07T10:48:00.000+01:00

As I was waiting at the Pelican crossing I saw a man on the other side teaching his son how to cross the road. He was telling his son they had to wait for the "green man" to appear, which indicates it's safe to cross the road.

Yeah, but...how many adults pay attention to the "green man?" I know I jay-walk at any opportunity. It's a case of "Do as I tell you, but there is always a grey area."

Soon the road was clear and I walked across. The man dragged his son across. His son pointed to him, rightly so, that the "green man" had not appeared. As our paths crossed I heard the man telling his son that as the road was clear it was safe to cross over.

I reckon it's our nature as free, unconditioned, spirits that make us reluctant to follow rules. Must be pretty confusing for a kid though, being taught one thing while observing adults doing the opposite.

Such is life on the fast lane!

Enocia

Bonfire of Love

2006-08-05T10:28:00.001+01:00

In a previous article called The Transmuting Fire of Love, I wrote "...God/Love is a consuming fire that transmutes everything in Its way into ITself." I see Love as a bonfire that never goes out. All I need to do is to toss in all my experiences to be transmuted into Love. Though I say "all" I find it useful to list them individually.

I'm now going to share a bonfire ritual, which is inspired from Guy Fawkes Night celebrations. (See It's That Time Again!).

I'm standing in front of a huge bonfire of Love. It appears purple. (Note you can have the fire appear in any colour you prefer; I love purple). I imagine whatever I'm going to throw in as a ball of light in my hand. Right, here goes.

First to go into the bonfire are my childhood experiences including growing up in a family; relationships with my parents, brothers, extended family, schools, friends, and other people. It doesn't matter if the experiences were "good" or "bad" they're all going into the fire. Also included are all cultural beliefs I was indoctrinated with from family, teachers, and society. Burn childhood experiences and cultural beliefs, burn!

Next to go into the bonfire are my beliefs in genetics that I have certain physical traits and characteristics because I inherited them from my parents and ancestors. Burn beliefs in genetics, burn!

I'm now tossing into the bonfire my education - everything I was taught in school, college and in business; all the knowledge I have acquired; and all my qualifications - academic and professional. Burn education, knowledge, and qualifications, burn!

I'm now tossing into the bonfire my identities as a daughter, sister, niece, cousin, grandchild, friend, teacher and student; as my sexuality, gender, race, nationality, social status, economic status, profession, citizen, and humanity. Burn identities, burn!

I'm now tossing into the bonfire all my personal beliefs about beauty, sexuality, gender, intimate relationships, politics, religion, spirituality, psychology, philosophy, art, media, medicine, nutrition, science, finance, society, the world, truth, life, the universe, etc. Burn personal beliefs, burn!

I'm now tossing into the bonfire all human beliefs whether I espouse them or not, including beliefs in aging, sickness, lack and death. Burn human beliefs, burn!

I'm now tossing into the bonfire all my experiences whether I've triumphed or failed abysmally. I toss in all my mistakes. I toss in everything I love or I'm passionate about. I toss in everything I feel indifferent about. I toss in all my relationships. Burn experiences, burn!

I'm now tossing into the bonfire all my desires and dreams whether they've been realised or not. Burn desires and dreams, burn!

I'm now tossing into the bonfire all my emotions, feelings and thoughts. Burn emotions, feelings and thoughts, burn!

I'm now tossing into the bonfire all I thought I knew about love. Burn all I thought I knew about love, burn!

Last to go in into the bonfire is my individualised self as mind, body, and spirit. Burn individualised self as mind, body, and spirit, burn!

I am now witnessing the purple bonfire engulfing all that I considered myself to be. I watch as all that I am is consumed until there is nothing left but the purple bonfire of Love.

I am Love.

Enocia

Related article: Who is Really in Charge?

The Transmuting Fire of Love

2006-08-04T10:08:00.000+01:00

Imagine you're camping. You've just built a campfire. You're going to have to sit close enough for the fire to keep you cosy and warm. Sit too far and you freeze; sit too close and you get scorched.

I'm also aware that one can be in a mental state where you're not affected by fire. You can even sit on the campfire and not get burnt. But for argument's sake, you're not a fire-walker.

When you sit close to the campfire and you feel yourself getting hotter and hotter, what's really happening is the fire is trying to transmute you into itself. Put some sausages on the fire and it will try to transmute the sausages into fire. It's up to you to gauge how long it takes for the sausages to cook the way you prefer, otherwise you'll end up losing your sausages to the fire.

You'll also observe that when you add more firewood to your campfire, eventually they are burnt out. Actually, the fire has transmuted the firewood into itself.

Now, God/Love is a consuming fire that transmutes everything in Its way into ITself. Thinking, reading, studying, talking and writing about Love/God is like sitting close to a campfire and feeling its warmth. If you want to be like the fire you're going to have to step into it. Similarly, if you want to be like Love, you're going to have to yield and step into Her flames.

What do I mean by yielding? Remember I said one can be in a mental state when you're able to walk on fire and not get burnt? Thinking, reading, studying, talking and writing about God are mental state equivalent. While your heart is in the right place you're still separated. Yielding is giving up your mental state preoccupation and freely walking into the transmuting fire of Love. Love's flames consume you until there is nothing of you but Love.

One way I yield to Love's transmuting fire is to see everything as love, no matter what the appearances. I've even made a list of everything that concerns me and see them as love. I then trust in Love to transmute all into Love.

Trust in Love and Love will show you how.

There is nothing but the Fire of Love.

Enocia

Related articles: Bonfire of Love; I am Love; All is Love; Love Heals, Love Restores; Perfect Love; Only Love is Shared, Not Problems; Working with Sacred Fire; The Consuming Fire

Star Quality

2006-08-03T17:17:00.000+01:00

Last night I had a dream I was in this man's bedroom. He was very ill and at death's door. I prayed for him to get well. Suddenly, God appeared as a star that hovered around his stomach. We could all see the star. The star was only there for a few months when the guy leaped out of bed and said he was well and going to work. We marvelled at the star.

When I woke up I had a knowing that the star is me as my God-presence, which Barbara Brennan refers to as the Core Star.

No doubt the man in the dream was me being healed.

How wonderful to come face to face with yourself.

Enocia

Roarger, the Lion

2006-08-02T11:12:00.000+01:00

I have an invisible friend who is always with me. In my mind's eye I see him as a lion with bright red mane. I call him Roarger. On the one hand he has such a powerful and terrifying roar; on the other hand, he is as gentle as a lamb. I believe Roarger's roar transmutes all fearful thoughts, beliefs and realities into love.

While Roarger can shapeshift into any form or reality he mostly appears as a lion.

Roarger is really me as my essence, the Love that transmute all into love. I've been noticing lots of references lately to lions which to me is a sign that Roarger is alive in me. During my walk recently, I noticed this guy resting on the grass. I waved and smiled as I walked by and he waved back. His posture reminded me of Roarger.

Now I know that I don't need to call Roarger's name to feel his presence, I simply need to know that I am Roarger.

Here are a few lion symbols:

"The Lion is one of Buddhism's most potent symbols. Traditionally, the lion is associated with regality, strength and power. It is therefore an appropriate symbol for the Buddha who tradition has it was a royal prince. The Buddha's teachings are sometimes referred to as the 'Lion's Roar', again indicative of their strength and power." Brief History of Symbolism in Buddhism

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The Lion

"The lion has been used to symbolize the Christ, as in the “Lion of Judah” (Rev. 5:5). This symbolizes the strength and spiritual power wielded by the Christic Force over dominions of lesser light. In this case the gentle being known as Yeshua held the lion power within Himself as a testament to the true spiritual power that is inherent in the force of Love. Also, the lion symbolizes solar consciousness. Yeshua received his solar initiation at Heliopolis in Egypt, assuming then the mantle of "Solar Lord." Symbols of the Christ

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"With the coming of Christianity, the lion like most sun symbols became an emblem of Christ, the "light of the world." One of Christ's biblical titles is "the Lion of the tribe of Judah" (Rev 5:5). As such the lion may be pictured with a cross-shaped nimbus. The Christ-lion may also be seen carrying a book or scroll representing His role as humanity's judge and teacher. Those who believe Revelation's angel of the seven thunders is Christ see the book-carrying lion in this prophetic role (Rev 10:1-4) The words of Christ are considered as powerful as a lion's roar.

Early Christian symbolists managed to make the lion a symbol of God incarnate by using the lion's front half to represent Christ's divine nature and its back half to stand for His human nature. The lion was believed to swish its tail back and forth in order to hide his footsteps. Therefore the lion's tail was considered representative of the way Christ hid His divinity in human clay." ChristStory Bestiary

I am Roarger.
Enocia

Love Principles

2006-08-01T10:21:00.000+01:00

"Delight thyself also in the LORD; and he shall give thee the desires of thine heart. Commit thy way unto the LORD; trust also in him; and he shall bring it to pass." Palm 37: 4-5

In a previous article called Let Yourself Be Pampered, I talked about trusting in the Universe. There are, however, principles involved. The following experience demonstrates these principles.

As I was getting on the bus a passenger's suitcase brushed against my heels. He apologised. There were two vacant seats. I sat by the window and the same passenger sat next to me. His bag pushed against me. God give me strength! During the journey he rested his full weight on my shoulder without realising he was doing so. In silence I blessed him with love.

Soon another passenger got off. My friend beside me swapped seats so he could sit in front of me. I closed my eyes. After a while I heard him asking the passenger beside him if the bus was going to a particular station. She said she didn't know. I told him he needed to catch another bus from another station. I said I would let him know when and where.

So that's why he was giving me grief earlier. All he had to do was ask. Haha.

Because I had promised to let the passenger know when to get off, I couldn't possibly close my eyes. He needed a guide who was fully awake. Just before we arrived at his stop I told him it was time to get off and which bus to catch. The bus he wanted was already at the bus stop; it was as if the driver was waiting for him.

The journey with this passenger is a demonstration of how the Universe works, which is based on the principles of love. First, no matter what the appearances, all is love. Even though the man appeared to be bugging me, he is love. When someone's behaviour would have you believe otherwise, love or bless the experience and you will end up "seeing" the love that is always present.

Second, love is always meeting all needs perfectly; all we need to do is ask. When the passenger asked he got his needs met. In any case, he was sitting near a London buses expert.

Third, love is all-knowing and fully conscious. This means love knows the when and how so we might as well trust in Him. When the passenger asked where he should get off, we were at least half an hour away from where he needed to get off. I couldn't possibly tell him how many stops there were. He seemed impatient and kept looking at his watch. I waited until just before his stop before telling him when to get off.

Fourth, love doesn't judge. My job was to help him get to his destination, not to question why he needed to get there.

Finally, love blesses all. In this example, the man's quest was my quest that I am now sharing as this article.

All is love.
I trust in love.

Enocia

Related articles: Let Yourself Be Pampered; Consciousness Raising; More about Grace; Stop Trying So Hard!

Let Yourself Be Pampered

2006-07-31T11:22:00.000+01:00

"Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you: For every one that asketh receiveth; and he that seeketh findeth; and to him that knocketh it shall be opened." Matthew 6: 7-8

I once had a CACI beauty treatment on my face, which is like having a face lift without the pain. The therapist told me I didn't need it. It was a heavenly treat.

It's wonderful to get pampered. Being pampered is letting someone else look after all your needs. There are many ways one could get pampered. If you can afford to treat yourself, why not do it?

If you can't afford to pay for treats, there is another way you can get pampered for free: ask the Universe to do it. Ask the Universe, Infinite Love and Power, for what you want to experience and then trust in the Universe to get it done. If the treat is one that comes through a business providing a service then the Universe will provide the necessary funds.

But we're so used to wanting to do things our way. Our way is the tried and tested way that is limited to what we know; the way of trying to make things happen. The way of the Universe means trusting that the Universe has limitless resources unknown to man and not worrying about the how. When you're having a beauty treatment do you care about how the therapist does what she does? Don't you just trust she knows what she's doing, relax and enjoy the treatment? Well then.

I woke up this morning with one nose bunged up. I asked the Universe to unblock my nose and within seconds it was clear.

Ask and you will be pampered bearing in mind that the Universe is Love.

Enocia

Related articles: Let Love Do the Work; Being a Ship's Captain; Putting the Under-Utilised Workers to Work; What Keeps Us From Having Unlimited Energy?; Are You a Back-Seat Driver?; Evidence That Energy is Power; The Answer is Always Yes!; The Hard Way or Easy Way?; Are the best things in life free?

Rebels

2006-07-31T09:21:00.000+01:00

On the bus I was on I noticed what looked like beads dangling from the hand rail. I wondered what it was. Beside me was a young girl possibly aged 5 or 6. The top of her hair was bright red. I thought it was unusual for a girl to have her hair dyed. Then I started reading my book. After a while the girl said something but her voice was so soft I asked her to repeat it.

"A man left it there, you know," she pointed to the beads on the rail.
"Really?"
"Yes, he was sitting beside me."
"What do you think it is?" I said.

She pointed to her wrist.
"Yes, it does look like a wristband," I said.

I went back to reading my book. My friend reached out to take the bead thing off the rail. It did look like a wristband with dangly beads. Other possible uses we came up with were a hairband, a necklace (but it wasn't big enough to go round her head), a bookmark, a dog's lead, earring, ankle bracelet, a ring, a nose ring, Christmas decorations...the possibilities were endless.

"We're going to the hospital."
"Why?
"Because my little brother is sick." she said.
"Aww, that's sad. Hope he gets well soon."

She nodded.

I asked her if she had any friends. Her face lit up as she listed their names. She said she had five brothers.

"Where are we?"
I noticed the bus was right in front of a tube station. "We're at Mile End Station."
"TION is not pronounced shon."
"Yes it is, that's how you pronounce it - stayshon."
"It's like elephant pronounced elefant."
"That's right."

From time to time she looked across at a woman with blue hair. The woman said something to her in the same soft voice the girl had but I couldn't make out what she was saying. My friend stopped playing with the band and placed it on the seat beside her.

"Is that your mum?" I said.
"Yes."
"Does she not want you to have it?"

She shook her head.

"That's a shame because it's really pretty. It matches your dress."

The girl examined her dress. She had flowers on her dress and some of them were turquoise just like the beads.

"I reckon that man left it for you," I said.
"You think so?" she smiled.
"Yup, I'm sure of it."
"Should I keep it?"
"I would. If I had long hair I would use it as a hair band."
"Why did you cut your hair," she said.
"Because it was too much hassle. I prefer it this way."
"How long was it before?"

I pointed to my chin.

"I like your hair colour by the way," I said.
"Thank you."

She picked up the band and played with it some more. She looked across at her mother who must have mouthed something to her because she went quiet.

After a while she whispered, "Mum doesn't like me speaking to strangers."
"Well, I speak to people all the time." We exchanged conspiratorial grins. "But I don't want you getting into trouble."

Who needs to speak anyway? I can still enjoy my friend's company in silence.

"I'm going to sleep now," she said.
"OK."

After a while my friend said she was going to tie the beads round her hair. She grabbed a clump and twisted it round it. The beads dangled like miniature chandeliers.

"That's pretty," I said. "You look very pretty."
"I am pretty?"
"Yes, you are."

She smiled. She did have a lovely smile.

Soon it was their stop and she got off without looking back.

I hope her mother lets her keep that wristband. If not at least she's had fun playing with it.

Thank you dear friend for being such a wonderful travelling companion. Lots of love to you and your family.

Enocia

Solid, Liquid, and Gas

2006-07-30T12:24:00.000+01:00

Water appears as three states: solid as in snow and ice; liquid as in oceans and rivers; and gas as in steam, hydrogen and oxygen. Though water appears in different states under different conditions, they always arise as one.

Similarly God is solid, liquid, and gas.

God is joy and joy is Light or gas; the feeling of Joy is liquid; any action taken as a result of feeling joyful is solid.

Thus, joy as light, feeling and actions (or forms) arise spontaneously as one. This means that whenever joy as Light wants to express, it comes with the whole package in place i.e. feelings and forms.

Let's say I wanted to consciously express joy. I feel myself as boundless light that is joy; then I automatically feel joyful; and my actions that follow are joyful.

Ditto, love, peace, wisdom, wholeness, order, power all spiritual attributes.

It's wonderful to know that I don't have to worry about how joy express as me, I simply need to be joy and the rest follows.

Another way to put it is God is spirit, mind and body.

Spirit is boundless light that is peace, love, wisdom, joy, etc.
Mind is the feeling of peace, love, wisdom, joy, etc.
Body is the infinite forms of peace, love, wisdom, joy, etc.

Spirit, mind, and body arise as one as do solid, liquid, and gas.

All is one.

Enocia

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Consciousness Raising

2006-07-29T12:10:00.000+01:00

In one form or another I have always been interested in consciousness raising, which is focusing one's attention on a particular belief or cause. This motivates you to join groups or organisations focused on the same belief or cause. What you focus on gets magnified and that's all you end up experiencing for as long as you are interested.

Years ago when I reached a crossroads in life and I didn't know what to do next, I did voluntary work for our local Women's Group. I met lots of women, some feminists others not, and was encouraged to join consciousness raising groups that would help me become aware of the role of women in society. I joined a Black Women's Group where we discussed what it meant to be a black woman in Britain. I even got involved in a project interviewing black women who had made a huge impact in the borough I was living in, which eventually led to a photographic exhibition. It was a fun experience.

Then I decided it was time to go back to college. Ostensibly, I was going to do a degree in creative writing but as I was still exploring my identity, I got side-tracked into studying theories of race, identity, gender and such. While at college a friend and I decided we needed a consciousness raising group for women so we set up a Women's Group. Out of that group emerged other sub-groups for women. (I was also a committee member of the society for black students). Then we decided the college needed more consciousness raising so we organised a women only disco. The guys wanted to join the party and couldn't understand why women should be allowed to have fun without them. We told them we felt the need to enjoy ourselves without men. It didn't stop them gawping at us though. Hehe. Blokes, don't you just love them?

You could say I spent most of my time in college in one form of consciousness raising group or another. What else was I going to do for three years, study? God forbid!

When I left college I lost interest in consciousness raising groups that focused only on identity because I knew I was more than a race, gender, or my past experiences. I explored religions and many spiritual groups. Invariably, I joined consciousness raising groups that matched my belief at the time until they were no longer appropriate and I left. I later realised that what I'd been searching for was a consciousness raising group that focused on love.

Life is love consciousness raising. In other words, becoming aware that every moment is love; and that we are love. And the more you are aware of Love the more of it you experience.

So I'm sitting at a bus stop waiting for a bus, naturally. I am chewing on some tissue paper. Don't ask me why I love eating tissue paper, I just do. Across the road is a traffic jam. The car in front of me has it's stereo blaring and the driver seems to be enjoying the music. A man rides by on his bicycle with a lollipop in his mouth. This is consciousness raising - being aware of love in every moment.

Note that being aware of the moment of love is not the same as judging the moment. If I was judging then I would be thinking the guy's music was crap. It doesn't matter that his music isn't my cup of tea; as long as he's enjoying it.

I could have judged the young man for sucking a lollipop while cycling. It doesn't matter if I like lollipops/bicycles or not; as long as he's loving it.

Someone observing me eating tissue paper could think I'm nuts. It doesn't matter if you don't like eating tissue paper; I do and I love it.

When you judge the moment you miss out on experiencing the love that is always present. Love is accepting what is. Love consciousness raising is about loving every moment as it is.

From time to time, I record moments such as the ones I've just described in my blog. My blog is an ongoing project of love consciousness raising.

I'm going to end with part of the lyrics from one of my favourite rap songs, Summertime, which describes the one moment of love.

Verse Two: Fresh Prince

school is out and it's a sort of a buzz
a back then I didn't really know what it was
but now I see what have of this
the way that people respond to summer madness
the weather is hot and girls are dressing less
and checking out the fellas to tell 'em who's best
riding around in your jeep or your benzos
or in your Nissan stting on lorenzos
back in Philly we be ou in the park
a place called the plateau is where everybody goes
guys out hunting and girls doing likewise
honking at the honey in front of you with the light eyes
she turn around to see what you beeping at
it's like the summers a natural afradesiac
and with a pen and pad I compose this rhyme
to hit you and get you equipped for the summer time Summertime, D.J. Jazzy Jeff and the Fresh Prince

All is Love.

Enocia

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One Soul

2006-07-28T14:06:00.000+01:00

Yesterday, this quote attracted my attention.

"Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same." Emily Bronte

On the bus journey home a young man sat beside me. He got busy fiddling with his mobile phone. Another guy came on and sat in front of him. They soon got chatting about music. It turned out they were both from Zimbabwe.

The young man beside me told his new friend he was on his way to see one of his girlfriends. He said he had several girlfriends on the go because he didn't trust women. He said the last time he was in love he felt at one with her. The moment she started having an affair he felt it. Since then he has vowed to never trust anyone but God.

I could relate to what he was saying. When my last love met his wife I had a dream and knew before he even knew they would get together. Although we were no longer in a relationship I still felt we were connected. It felt like I was being ripped apart and it really hurt.

Now I know I am never apart from anyone as we all have the one Soul.

When the other guy got off I told the young man about the Emily Bronte quote I'd read. I told him to never give up on love. He said he didn't trust women in the West as they're not really interested in true love; all they care about is money. I listened to him in silence and wished him all my love, all our love as we are all the one Love.

One love, one heart.

Enocia

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Life is One Continuous Beam

2006-07-27T12:25:00.000+01:00

1 [no passive] ~ (sth) (at sb) to have a big happy smile on your face: [v] He beamed at the journalists. She was positively beaming with pleasure. [vn] The barman beamed a warm smile at her. His broad face beamed a hearty welcome. [v speech] ‘I’d love to come,’ she beamed (= said with a large smile). Beam

I am a beamer and proud of it.

We all have zillions of beams inside of us. While I don't always go round with a happy smile I feel my whole being beaming with love and light.

What are the benefits of beaming?

Apart from the fact that people smile back at me, even when I'm only beaming from the insides, beaming is good for me. When I beam, I am expressing all the love that I am which includes the entire universe. Yes, the "entire universe" because everything is inside of me. I then have beaming experiences of love, joy, happiness and fun, many of them amusing ones.

While I was sitting on a park bench park I beamed at this man. He sat next to me. Unfortunately, he interpreted my beam as me making sexual advances. He started talking to me about sex and asked me whether I did it for money. Did I have lots of boyfriends? Did I like oral sex? Hmmm! I wonder if it's this push-up bra I have on? I also read Deepak Chopra's Kama Sutra recently so who knows if he's picking up on this and wants to test my new knowledge about sex. Haha!

After we'd exhausted the topic I told him I was a writer.

"What do you write about?" he said.
"Spirituality."
"You don't write about religion, do you?" he said.
"Would I be sitting here talking to you about sex if I did?" I chuckled.

The experience was a first for me: I've never been propositioned by a Russian guy before. And in case you're wondering, no I did not take him up on his offer. He was very amusing to chat to though.

See, you never know how beaming is going to manifest but it's all good fun.

Here's beaming at you kids.

Enocia

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Be Like a Chair

2006-07-27T10:22:00.000+01:00

Life is a chair. By "life" I don't mean the human experience, I'm referring to the one life that is taking infinite forms.

A chair is both form and formlessness.

Chairs come in many forms: with backs, backless; with arms, armless; with wheels, without wheels; and in myriads of colours, shapes and sizes. All chairs share the one purpose - to give support.

A chair is formlessness because it is its nature to be impersonal. It doesn't matter to a chair what your gender, race, nationality, sexuality, philosophy, beliefs, thoughts, emotions, qualifications, class, social status, religion, etc; nor does it matter if you fart on it...the chair will always support you within reason, as long as you're not built like an elephant. (I can't imagine many elephants wanting to sit on chairs though).

Right now I'm having a human experience. As a human I have taken on a form, a structure, just like a chair. As a structure, I appear as a black woman of a certain height and weight with certain interests.

Within spiritual circles the ego is regarded as the enemy you must defeat at all costs. What is this ego? The ego is only a structure, just like a chair is a structure. A chair/structure is a tool Life uses to express one idea of "support." In the same respect my human form is a tool Life is using to express Being. As formlessness, I know myself as the Infinite Self expressing who I am as a black woman. I, therefore, embrace all structures that are enabling me to experience this reality without judgment including being a woman, being black, being in a family, relationships, being a writer, books, the Internet, the Media etc. I also accept all that comes with being a human such as feelings, thoughts and emotions. I accept and love all that I am.

I am form and formlessness.
I am a chair and loving it.

Enocia

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Who is Really in Charge?

2006-07-25T09:44:00.000+01:00

Another bus journey home.

When I got off the bus I was on so I could catch my next bus, I noticed the bus I wanted leaving the bus stop, closely followed by another. Bloody hell! Come on Universe, surely you could have synchronised our times so I could have caught one of them. Now I'm going to have to wait. I had a feeling there was another reason why I'd missed them. I got on the next bus that turned up even though it's not usually one I like travelling on. It felt like the right thing to do.

After a few minutes a young boy and his mother got on. The boy sat on a seat facing me. The boy had a jacket with a shop logo I've never seen before. At the back of his jacket was a symbol. Interesting symbol. I wanted to have a good look at it. As if the boy had read my thoughts, he turned his back on me. This gave me the opportunity to scrutinise the symbol.

Oh my God! I know that symbol.

It was a heart shape and a triangle all merged in as one resembling a five-sided star but not quite as the heart shape made two of the sides rounded.

This symbol represents what the Inner Voice have been telling me to do, to transmute everything into love. I had a knowing that the triangle represents what I consider to be my human experience as in the body, feelings and thoughts; while the heart shape was the Self transmuting all into Love. I even worked on some affirmations yesterday.

I was being shown confirmation that I was on the right track, that everything I'd experienced recently was spot on.

Who exactly was showing me this symbol? Self, the I AM/God Presence who has a purpose for working through this consciousness called Enocia. The God Presence is me so it is I showing myself the symbol.

I AM made the decision to reveal this next stage of my plan to myself. So I AM let me miss the bus I would have caught and put me on another bus I don't usually travel on. I AM then arranged for the boy with the symbol to travel on the same bus so he could remind me that I'm on track.

In silence, I thanked the boy for his timely message.

I AM is in charge.

Enocia

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Here are a few quotes that describe the paradox of choice or no choice.

"There are scores of outside forces controlling you at the moment," don Juan replied. "The control that I am referring to is something outside the domain of language. It is your control and at the same time it is not. It cannot be classified, but it can certainly be experienced. And above all, it can certainly be manipulated. It can certainly be manipulated, to your total advantage, of course, which again is not your advantage, but the energy body’s advantage. However, the energy body is you, so we could go on forever like dogs biting their own tails, trying to describe this. Language is inadequate. All these experiences are beyond syntax." (The Active Side of Infinity, by Carlos Castaneda)

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Dr. Neruda: "All beings are in motion. They're going somewhere every moment of their lives. If not physically in motion, their minds are in motion. Their subconscious is always in motion, interacting with the data stream of a multiverse. The motion of the being is simply a term we used at the ACIO to define the internal compass."

Sarah: "And the internal compass is?"

Dr. Neruda: "It's the radar system of the individual that defines its path through life at both the macroscopic and microscopic levels, and everywhere in between."

Sarah: "I have this feeling that this topic could go on forever."

Dr. Neruda: "It's not that complex, Sarah. Think of the decisions you make in your life. Which ones would you say were made for you by external sources, which ones were your own, and which ones were a combination of both external and your own decision?"

Sarah: "You mean as a percentage?"

Dr. Neruda: "Try and estimate."

Sarah: "It depends on what stage of my life I consider. When I was a baby, my parents made all my decisions --"

Dr. Neruda: "No, this applies to all stages -- from birth to death. Just make a guess."

Sarah: "I don't know, maybe forty percent external, thirty percent my own, and thirty percent a combination."

Dr. Neruda: "Then you'd be surprised if I told you that you deposit an image within your DNA -- before you're born -- that defines your motion of being. And when this deposit is made, your motion of being is defined by you. Not someone else. No external force makes your decision, an external force can only inform and activate a decision already made."

Sarah: "You lost me. Are you saying that every decision in my life was already made before I was born?"

Dr. Neruda: "No. Every causal decision was."

Sarah: "So what's the difference between a causal decision and a regular decision?"

Dr. Neruda: "Think of how many decisions you make in a day. Wouldn't you agree that it's probably hundreds if not thousands every day? These are -- as you put it -- regular decisions. Causal decisions are defined by how integral they are to the substrate of the individual being. Are you receptive to new ideas? Are you able to synthesize opposing thoughts? Do you process information dominantly in a visual or numeric context? These are causal decisions that you define before being born, and they're encoded within the DNA that activates your decision matrix. External forces like parents, teachers, and friends only inform what you've already defined as the motion of your being."

Sarah: "Is this according to the Corteum, too?"

Dr. Neruda: "This is part of the learning I personally gathered from my LERM experiences. The Corteum subscribe to a similar belief, however."

Sarah: "You're telling me a variation of reincarnation, aren't you? When you said that we deposit an image within our DNA -- before we're born -- who exactly does the depositing?"

Dr. Neruda: "Only the formless consciousness can deposit an image onto the DNA template."

Sarah: "I assume you're talking about soul?"

Dr. Neruda: "It depends again on your definition of soul. The formless consciousness is that which observes and experiences through forms or structures, not just physical embodiments. For example, consciousness can be contained inside a structure or form, but not be physically based. The mind is such a structure, while it's not physical, consciousness -- when physically embodied -- peers through a mind structure like someone looking through a window. Soul is often confused with the mind and vice a versa.

"The formless consciousness is that particle of God that is decelerated from the frequency of the God state into individuality where it can become autonomous and exercise freewill. Think of it like a photon or subatomic particle that is cast into a web of interconnected particles of like-mindedness. That is to say, all the particles have a similar frequency or spin-rate, and they're able to step down their frequency, at will, in order to enter membranes of consciousness that can only be entered by taking on a form. So the formless becomes form, and just before it enters the body, consciousness activates the DNA template according to its desired experiences within the membrane of reality it chooses." Wingmakers

I am Love; All is Love

2006-07-24T11:23:00.000+01:00

All is love.

Every single part of my body is love.
My senses are love
My feelings are love
My thoughts are love
My passion is love
My ideas are love
My dreams are love
My experiences are love
My name is love

The universe is love

All is love

Love is infinite
Love is eternal

I am love

Enocia

I am Always Here

2006-07-23T11:12:00.000+01:00

"Excuse me, where am I?"
"Here."
"Where exactly?"
"You are Here."

I'm on a bus and I am enjoying the journey. All is well until I look outside and notice I no longer recognise where we are. Did I get on the wrong bus? Has the bus gone past my stop? Is there a diversion? I ask a guy beside me whether he recognises where we are. He says he doesn't but thinks the bus has been diverted for some reason. As long as it takes me where I need to go, that's all that matters. After a few minutes the bus is back on track. I now recognise where we are. The bus terminates where I need to get off. All is well.

The interesting thing was the unknown was only down the road from the known, yet it felt like I'd entered the Twilight Zone. The problem with the realm of appearances is that because it's in constant flux, life can seem chaotic. In truth, I know all is well because I am always Here.

OK, smart aleck, where and what exactly is "Here?"

Here is my real self that is pure being. Self is infinite love, power and wisdom. It doesn't matter where I am as a form, whether I'm experiencing life as a human in London on a bus or wherever, I am always Here.

I see, feel, hear, taste, and smell the world from Here.
I think from Here.
I am inspired from Here.
I experience life from Here.

No matter what the world of appearances would have me believe I always remember where I am.

I am always Here.

Enocia

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Peace that Passes all Understanding

2006-07-22T11:58:00.000+01:00

It's good to be in silence. I would always encourage people to practise a technique that assists in stilling the mind; meditation is one of many techniques available. I've been practising meditation for many years and I'm quite a master at it. One thing I do know is that the tangible "peace that passes all understanding" is revealed by Peace Itself not by one's efforts.

As Peace that I am, I can still think and have a conversation and it doesn't take that Peace away. How come? Because all is Peace; Peace is the thoughts, the words and the actions.

Peace is not only who I am, it is the organising principle of the universe. What do I mean by this? This Peace is the intent that makes things happen. When I wish, for example, to get from A to B, that wish or intent is Peace. Peace organises reality so I can arrive at my destination, effortlessly. From the human perspective it might appear as if I'm taking detours or there are even obstacles, but from the perspective of Peace, all is well.

This morning my mother asked me to run an errand for her which meant going on a slight detour. I figured the errand was part of my day. Just as I arrived at the bus stop I saw it leaving. Although there was another one parked at the stop, I decided to walk to the main road where I would have a choice of 3 buses. Again, I noticed another bus I wanted at the bus stop. I didn't feel like running so I let it go. Soon a woman who lives in the neighbourhood joined me at the bus stop. She said she'd been twisting and turning at home and ended up leaving later than planned. She was now running late. She wondered why drivers took such long breaks. She said they were only meant to stop for 5 minutes but some drivers do what they like. She obviously needed to let off steam so I made the right noises to reassure her she was being heard while I stayed in my peace. After she'd calmed down, she asked me if I was going to the park. I said I had an errand to run then I was going to the library, and maybe visit a park later. She said, "It's amazing how you can find peace in the park." I smiled. It's interesting how she was picking up on the theme of the day: peace.

I asked her where she was headed. She said she was going to do some last minute shopping for her holidays tomorrow. Her children have organised a trip to St Lucia, her place of birth, to visit her relatives. I remember she shared a story with me which I wrote about in an article called Coming Home. I asked her what time her flight was and what airport she was leaving from. She said she didn't know. Her kids would ensure she gets to the right airport and catch her plane.

"You sound like the Queen who doesn't worry about arrangements," I giggled.

"My daughter also found it funny," she laughed. "She said 'Mummy, what time is your flight?' I said, 'Why are you asking me? You've got the ticket. It's up to you to take me to the airport and for God to take me to St Lucia.' My daughter laughed and laughed."

"Yeah, why worry about details when you can let God take care of it for you?"

We got on the bus and we chatted some more about her holidays. Then I wished her bon voyage and got off at my stop.

So, that's why I missed two buses so I could receive this timely message from my friend. The Peace of God is like the complete trust my friend on the bus has that all is well, as far as her holiday is concerned. Peace organised the trip and bought the ticket so Peace will arrange for her to get there and take care of her needs.

When you know all is Peace you realise seemingly annoying incidents such as missing your bus, delays, traffic jams, etc are merely ways Peace organises reality so that Its intent is met perfectly.

All is Peace.

Enocia

Breaking the Cycle: Being Myself

2006-07-20T15:37:00.000+01:00

It's the nature of the sun to shine.

It's funny how as babies most of us are adored for who we are. Your parents and family find you delightful. But slowly, bit by bit, your parents chip away at your unique self and try to mould you to become what they want you to be.

Next, education, religion, politics, medicine, science, the law, all aspects of society play their part to get you to become its idea of a perfect citizen. There goes your individuality, your unique sense of self, down the plug hole.

Now that you've conformed to society's standards you're going to ensure everyone in your life conform to your expectations including your partner, your kids, your pets, your employees, your environment...and so the cycle continues. That's life! Everyone dumps on everyone else!

Enough of this bullshit. I can't stop being who I am because you think I should. It's my nature to express myself in a way that feels natural for me. It is my nature to be myself.

Being myself means walking, speaking, dancing, eating, dressing and thinking in a way that is me.

Being myself means writing in my own unique style. While I still use the same words as everyone else, the way I combine them are uniquely me.

Being myself means being free to like what I like. I am free to follow fashion if I feel like it or not as the case may be. I am free to experiment with new things or stick to the same old, same old.

When I'm true to myself everyone is also free to be themselves. And the world is a better place for it.

I am What I am.

Enocia

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Paradox

2006-07-20T11:23:00.000+01:00

On a bus journey I spot a sign on a wall that reads:

"For graffiti removal call this hotline xxx"

Hmmm! A sign about removing graffiti counts as graffiti to me.

The graffiti removal sign appears to have pissed off a graffiti artist because not only is there a graffiti beside the graffiti removal sign, the artist has painted over the hotline number.

Such a paradox is life!

Enocia

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The Body as a Tool to Express Self

2006-07-20T09:47:00.000+01:00

Why do I have a body? Is it to help me fulfil my desires?

All bodies, whether they appear as individualised visible forms or invisible, are potential tools for the I AM to express Self. The I AM is God though we each experience the I AM as our own unique God-presence.

This individualised form I call Enocia is a tool my I AM uses to express self but it is not the only tool that my I AM uses. The Internet is a another kind of body my I AM expresses through, as are forms of consciousness appearing as buses, people, places, animals, nature, stars, planets, energy, light, ideas, etc.

When the body is not being used as a tool for the I AM to express through, it is being used as a tool for the ego. This is why it's important for each of us to realise that our I AM/God-presence is our true self, and then let our true self take control.

Here's one example of how a body can be used for the I AM or the ego.

On my bus journey home, I chatted to a young lady. She had just come from work in a department store in Oxford Street. We talked about the different kinds of outfits her shop sells. She said she loves outfits that are unique; but because she's petite she tends to shop in outlets that sell what everyone else wears. She loves a particular brand of jeans (I can't recall what it is now) which fits like a glove, but it costs a fortune.

My friend said she's noticed the American influence of larger sizes coming through the back door. She said a size 10 is a lot larger than it used to be. Clothes retailers are trying to kill two birds with one stone: make larger women feel better for wearing smaller sizes, and make even more money. My friend said she takes a size 6. I never knew there was a size 6 in the UK. I'm a size 8. For all I know size 8 is now a size 6.

My friend said she gets frustrated when people tell her she's lucky to be skinny. She went to Japan recently and women are doing all they can to be thin. They thought she looked gorgeous. She said she was thinking "Fuck off! Not all women want to be skinny; I want to put on weight." I told my friend I could relate to her perspective. I felt the same way when I was her age; she's 20.

While I was growing up as a child in Sierra Leone, plump was considered attractive. I desperately wanted to put on weight but I couldn't. When I came to England thin was considered attractive. However, my mentality was still stuck in the culture I was brought up in so I did all I could to put on weight. I even asked my doctor to put me on steroids so I could gain weight but he refused. His advice was for me to eat my greens and be grateful I was healthy. Arrrgh! What does he know?

Years later, I discovered a college offering a new post-graduate course called "The Body and Representation." Finally, someone understands me. I put forward a proposal for a PhD to study women who desperately want to put on weight and feel marginalised because society doesn't recognise their needs. I was offered a place to do a Masters leading to a PhD. I deferred for a year as I couldn't afford it at the time. By the next year I found I no longer needed to do the course as I'd come to accept my body as it was, or so I thought.

When I reached my mid-thirties I started putting on weight. It was as if the genetic and hereditary programme had finally kicked in. At one point I weighed 126 pounds which was very heavy for me. In my mind's eye, I could see my future body and it was very round. I didn't like it one bit. I started letting go of many of the beliefs relating to seeing myself as a physical body. I ended up losing 1 stone (14 pounds). That was five years ago and I've stayed the same weight, 8 stones (112 pounds), ever since.

I told my friend on the bus that it's a matter of accepting herself for who she is now. Easier said than done, I know. She'll have to work through it in a way that's right for her. I hope she realises that her real self is the I AM Presence using the body she has for whatever purpose the I AM has.

As you can see, when you're not awake to your true identity, you are under the influence of the ego-consciousness and its conflicting beliefs. When you realise that you are the I AM Presence then you know that you are using the body you have, as well as the universe, visible and invisible, to express yourself.

I AM.
Enocia

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Now is What Matters

2006-07-19T15:34:00.000+01:00

I was going to write about how I was feeling pretty lousy a few hours ago and what I did to get myself back to normal. Then I thought, stuff that! I feel good now. That's all that matters.

So what if it's been so humid you couldn't breathe! Are you feeling cool and comfortable now? Then your day is perfect.

So what if your day didn't turn out as you expected! Are you happy now? That's all that matters.

When you're not worrying about what's to come or regretting another moment; when you step away from judgments, you're left with the emptiness that is always perfect.

I feel good.

Enocia

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I am Formlessness

2006-07-19T12:18:00.000+01:00

What if one morning I wake up and look at myself in the mirror and see a face I don't recognise? I need to be able to see what I have in memory reflected back at me, right, or I am dreaming.

Actually, the face I see in the mirror is not my real image but it's a dream image. My real image is formless, not made of material form. For want of a better description, I am made of Light. In my mind's eye I see this Light shining and I know that is me.

Another way I see myself reflected back at me is when I look at something, anything, without defining it as this or that. What I'm seeing is Light.

A friend designed a fractal which I've been using on my blog. I have now edited it to appear as how I see myself. Now, all I have to do is gaze at the light and remember who I am.

I am formlessness.

Enocia

Power and Freedom

2006-07-19T09:31:00.000+01:00

If God is all powerful why doesn't He change the world so everyone can live happily ever after?

As there is only God, God has granted Himself the freedom to express life in infinite ways. The Lord does not give freedom with one metaphysical hand and taketh freedom away with another. Besides, this is impossible. When the One that is all restricts one aspect of creation, then all is restricted.

Last night I watched an episode of Stargate called "Absolute Power" (Episode number 417). (I'm really getting into this series). The SG1 team, who travel via the stargate to different worlds, is called to investigate a strange phenomenon, "a whirling sandstorm that seems to whisper Daniel's name." The storm transforms into a young boy who introduces himself as Shifu, the Harsesis. Daniel, who is a member of the SG1 and an expert in ancient civilization and mythology, has been looking for this Harsesis boy for quite some time because he believes he holds the genetic memory of the Goa'uld. The Goa'uld is a race that has inflicted terror across the galaxy and whom humans are terrified of. Daniel believes that if he could have access to the memory they could create technology to protect themselves from or even defeat the Goa'ulds.

The Harsesis boy decides to honour Daniel's request by letting him have his memories. Daniel loses consciousness. When Daniel wakes up he finds himself with vast knowledge which he uses to build weapons. However, all that power has gone to Daniel's head and in the end he uses it to control the world. It turns out Daniel has been dreaming. What the Harsesis boy has done is to let Daniel experience all his wisdom so he can discover if he is ready for such wisdom. When Daniel wakes out of the dream he realises that he is not ready for such knowledge and lets the boy go.

We all have access to infinite power now but are we ready for what this entails?

As I see it, with power comes freedom. Power is giving myself freedom to express life the way I believe is right at any moment. Power is accepting myself as I am in each moment. If I feel like I need help then I ask for help and I know help is always granted without judgment.

Similarly, what I allow for myself applies to all. I give everyone freedom to express life the way that is right for them, the way they know how. Someone may appear to be going in the wrong direction, as I see it, but all I can do is to love and let him do things his way. I also know help is always readily available, it's simply a matter of asking.

The moment I try to impose my will on another I've lost power and freedom. To regain my freedom I let everyone be; I let life be.

Power is not about control or being exalted over all but it's about granting freedom to all.

Power is letting myself experience life without judgment.
Power is letting others experience life without judgments.
Power is accepting each moment as it is.

I am Power and Freedom.

Enocia

Related articles: More about Grace; Emptiness; Self-Acceptance; Seed, Fruit, or All of the Above?; But the Emperor is Naked

I am Light

2006-07-18T12:45:00.001+01:00

Enocia

More about Grace

2006-07-18T10:05:00.000+01:00

While I was waiting for a bus a young lady asked me how to get to a place. She showed me a text message on her mobile phone of the place she wanted to get to then pulled me over to the bus timetable and pointed to the same place. I told her she needed two buses. She said she spoke very little English and spoke in Spanish. As my knowledge of Spanish was limited to "si senora" it was a case of "Houston, we have a problem!" But it wasn't a big deal. When the first bus arrived, which happened to be my bus, I grabbed her hand and beckoned her to sit beside me. It was only a short bus ride to the next bus station. Then I grabbed her hand and led her to the bus stop she needed. She recognised the number and thanked me for my help.

Now, I didn't care why my friend wanted to get to her destination, I only cared about helping her get there. Helping her get there no matter what is Grace in action. Grace is accepting another without judgment no matter what choices someone makes, or whether you're in agreement or not with someone's choice. Grace supports you no matter what.

I am my own teacher of Grace. It doesn't matter what thoughts I have or what emotions that come up, I always accept myself for who I am at that moment. I am also aware of the vast space in which I have my being and it is this space that gives me the freedom to have experiences, thoughts and feelings without judgments. In fact, all my experiences emerge from that vast space and dissolve into the space. This space is Grace.

When you see life through the eyes of Grace, you accept situations as they are and recognise things are always perfect in every moment of now.

I am Grace.

Enocia

Related articles: Emptiness; Self-Acceptance; The Living God

Emptiness

2006-07-17T09:07:00.000+01:00

In a previous article called Self-Acceptance, I wrote that I considered the computer screen to be a physical manifestation of my real Self because It accepts whatever I throw at it without condemnation or judgment. Self, like the computer screen, is free of concepts, beliefs, opinions and rules. This is what I'm referring to as emptiness.

In truth, the whole universe is emptiness. It is us humans that try to fill the emptiness with our beliefs, judgments and expectations. Filling the emptiness is an impossible and futile dream however because it is the nature of the Universe to be emptiness.

Let's take the Internet as another example of emptiness. It is the nature of the Internet to accept infinite ideas without judgment. I repeat, the Internet doesn't care how you use it. It is humans that have made up rules about how to use it. The Internet knows nothing about morality. Morality is a human construct based on human beliefs and rules.

Similarly, television is emptiness. Television cannot censor itself, it will show whatever you project on to it without judgment. Humans censor according to beliefs and expectations.

Money is emptiness. Do you think money has any judgments on how you spend it? Do you seriously think money cares about how you come by it? Money is free of beliefs and values; it is humans that have created judgments about what money should be used for and how much it should be worth.

My real body is emptiness, a blank canvas that accepts all experiences without judgment. It is I who hold judgments that it should behave and appear in a particular way because of what I put in it or how I treat it. My judgments, beliefs, and expectations are dreams and these dreams appear to come to life as a body image others sharing the dream perceive as a form. The dream image is a counterfeit, a poor representation of my real body. While the counterfeit version is on show, my real body that is without form and concepts, appears to be hidden. But I know it exists as light. Then again "light" is another attempt at defining the indefinable.

It's time to come clean. The stories I share about love, peace, joy and beauty are largely influenced by how I've been wired as a human and have nothing to do with reality. I am reminded of an episode of StarTrek Voyager called Demon.

"As Voyager [the ship] runs dangerously low on fuel, Seven of Nine discovers a Class-Y planet containing a high concentration of deuterium. Unfortunately, it is also called a demon planet because of its toxic atmosphere. When an attempt to transport deuterium to the ship results in an explosion, Kim and Paris volunteer to mine the fuel on the surface. They wear environmental suits, but Kim's protection is compromised when he falls into a pool of metallic compound. As Kim's oxygen rapidly depletes, Paris' suit also fails, and both men collapse before they can reach their shuttle." Demon

While both men are unconscious, the metallic compound creates duplicates of Harry and Kim including duplicates of their memories and experiences. However, the duplicates don't realise they are copies. The duplicates return to the ship only to discover that they are unable to breathe oxygen and can only breathe the toxic atmosphere from the Class-Y planet. The crew finally discover the real Kim and Paris unconscious on the planet and rescue them. In one scene, the duplicate Kim is waxing lyrical about the beauty of the planet while Seven-of-Nine, one of the crew members, simply sees the planet as a combination of different chemicals with no aesthetic quality.

While it's fun to experience the human dream I never forget that all is emptiness.

I am emptiness.

Enocia

Related article: Through a Glass Darkly

Self-Acceptance

2006-07-16T14:22:00.000+01:00

My first, my last, my everything,
And the answer to all my dreams.
You're my sun, my moon, my guiding star.
My kind of wonderful, that's what you are.

I know there's only, only one like you
There's no way they could have made two.
You're, you're all I'm living for
Your love I'll keep for evermore.
You're the first, my last, my everything. You're The First, The Last, My Everything, Barry White

Someone recently asked me why I blog. I said I use the Internet as a tool to express the wonder that is life. Another reason why I love writing is it enables me to practise self-acceptance.

Recently, I felt like I was stuck in one realm and trying to communicate with people on another and feeling frustrated that I wasn't being understood. The whole day was tarnished by this frustration. When I met up with a friend later I was still frustrated and it blew up into a row. My friend took it personally which wasn't my intention. After a while I stepped out of that energy and was back to my normal self, but my friend didn't share my view.

Looking back on it what I believe I needed was an acknowledgement of what I was feeling. It really didn't matter whether the feeling was right or wrong, it simply was where I was at the time. My friend wasn't in a place where he could simply be silent and let me express what needed to be expressed. The only one who could be there for me was myself, the real Self.

Self is unconditional love and acceptance. She loves me no matter what I'm going through. She loves me no matter what my beliefs. She loves me in spite of everything.

There are two ways Self gives me the space to be, to feel, and to experience without judgment: in silence or she tells me She loves me. When I'm feeling frustrated or whatever and have the space to be, somehow things end up sorting themselves out effortlessly.

Back to the reason why I love writing. There's nothing like a blank screen that accepts everything I throw at it without condemnation or judgment. And as I write I get more clarity about who I am in that moment and can see the bigger picture. So you could say the computer screen is a physical manifestation of Self.

Writing is my first, my last, my everything.

Enocia

Related article: Acceptance

Charity Begins and Ends at Home

2006-07-16T11:12:00.000+01:00

"...thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the LORD for ever." Psalm 23: 5-6

"And now abideth faith, hope, charity, these three; but the greatest of these is charity." 1 Corinthians 13: 13

Love, Love, Love.

What would it be like to experience the love of God all the time, the love that keeps annointing you with its oil forever?

I believe God is all there is and God is Love. Right where I am is God presence and it is perfect love. This Love is no respecter of persons or beliefs; It embraces all experiences.

The topic at hand is "charity begins and ends at home." What do I mean by this?

Well, "home" is a constant awareness that there is only God. Right where I am is the love of God.

Charity is God in action; love in action.

Charity begins and ends at home means loving all that I am now.

Just as God doesn't pick and choose what bits to love but embraces the all so do I practise loving the all of me. I start off by loving the totality of who I am as a human form. I love everything about me from how I look to my experiences, thoughts, ideas, feelings, everything. It doesn't matter if my body is not perfect or my life is not as perfect as I'd like, nor does it matter what experiences I've had, I love all of me now.

I also believe that while I appear human, I am also a hologram of the universe. This means that I contain within me all of the Universe whether they are humans, rivers, oceans, mountains, animals, planets, stars, galaxies, light, vectors...I embrace them all.

Yesterday on the bus home I was practising loving the all of me as a human form. I had my eyes closed and was simply thinking "I love you, Enocia." Soon, two teenage girls got on and sat next to me. They were very loud. My thoughts of love changed to "I love you." I was aware that I was loving the two girls in me. One girl apologised to me. I opened my eyes. She had stretched out her legs and she was apologising for her foot rubbing against me. I said it was OK, not that I'd noticed anything. I closed my eyes and went back to thinking "I love you." Even though they continued screaming at each other, they didn't bother me. I loved them as me.

On another bus I heard a woman downstairs having a go at a male passenger. She was swearing at him. Again I went within and thought "I love you" embracing all the passengers. While the bus drivers were changing over, I heard a passenger speaking to the driver. The driver sounded pissed off at whatever the passenger had said. The passenger tried to make up by saying "have a nice day, anyway."

The driver said, "I was having a nice day until I met you."

I looked at the passenger beside me and burst out laughing.

The way I see it, love transmutes all into love. It doesn't matter whether the person is receptive to the love or not, at least for me the anger is diffused into nothing but love.

Charity begins and ends at home is a practise of loving and embracing the all that I am. Whenever someone catches my attention, it is a reminder to go within and love that aspect of myself.

There's no need to worry about going out there and doing loving acts or blessing others. All I have to do is go within and love myself and Love takes care of the rest.

I am also not concerned about how Love is made manifest, I simply love.

I love myself.

Enocia

Related article: Be Careful What You Love; Gifts of Love; Perfect Love

Be Careful What You Love

2006-07-15T11:36:00.000+01:00

Yesterday a friend came to mind. I thought about how when he grows a beard his beard reminds me of a lion's mane. I sent him my love.

Later, just as I was about to catch a bus, I spotted an old Routemaster bus, the old-fashioned double-decker with open doors. Over the last few years, all Routemasters have been systematically replaced by modern double-decker types, single-decks and bendy-buses. Only two bus routes now operate the Routemaster on the tourist route. I hopped on the Routemaster and sat downstairs. I was so excited to be riding on it again. The journey was only meant to last about 5 minutes but we got stuck in a traffic jam. Most of the passengers jumped off and walked but I stayed on along with three young girls and a woman, presumably their mother.

My friends told me they were on their way to see The Lion King at a theatre in the west end. Isn't that typical of the Universe? I think of a lion and I meet friends going to see The Lion King? The woman said they only did this once a year as they live in Hong Kong. I wished them a good evening.

I stayed on the bus till the end of the route and I enjoyed every single moment of that journey.

I firmly believe the love I felt for that bus was so great that my journey time got extended so I could love it even more.

Be careful what you love, you might just end up having more of it.

Enocia

What Seems to be the Problem?

2006-07-13T12:42:00.000+01:00

"Health nuts are going to feel stupid someday, lying in hospitals dying of nothing." Redd Foxx

Yesterday, I shared with a friend how I used the affirmation, "Love melts situations that seem impossible" recently to dissolve a migraine. (See How Love Dissolved Migraine).

My friend pointed out the power of the word "seem." Situations "seem" to be impossible because that's how they appear, not necessarily how they actually are. He said it's like going to see a doctor with symptoms. A doctor who is very aware will say "what seems to be the problem?" Already that one little word - "seem" - opens your eyes to the truth that what you're suffering from is not real. If it was real, the doctor will say "What is the problem?"

"What seems" are appearances trying to distract you from the truth of what is.

If you ever find yourself in a situation, know that you only seem to be in a situation. In other words, nothing is really going on.

What seems to be the problem?

Er...nothing.

Enocia

But the Emperor is Naked

2006-07-13T10:00:00.000+01:00

Many years ago I attended a workshop run by a teacher who specialises in archangels. We were split into groups of four. The teacher took us through visualisation exercises to help us connect to our angels. We were told that the angels were all around us and we only needed to tune into them. At first, I was one with the collective consciousness of the group. I could sense Archangel Michael and Raphael and it felt great. After the exercise we shared our experiences with members in our groups. We all seem to share similar experiences.

Then we went into another visualisation. Suddenly, I had this shift and I was no longer connected to the group. It was as if I'd woken out of a dream and because I was no longer dreaming, I couldn't share what the other participants were dreaming nor did I want to. I felt like I was in Hans Christian Andersen's fairytale The Emperor's New Clothes when the emperor pretends he's wearing the finest clothes in the world when he's in fact naked. Everyone is pretending to admire his outfit until a little child says: "But the Emperor has nothing at all on!"

So there I was sitting in a room filled with angel enthusiasts who were getting emotional over these entities and I was thinking, "why do you need to connect to angels when you can be with God?" When it was time to give feedback, I simply said I hadn't felt anything. As I didn't want to ruin anyone's fun, I kept quiet after that. I even felt like leaving but something told me to wait till the end and speak to the workshop leader. At the end of the workshop I approached the teacher with my question.

"Tell me, why do we need angels to mediate between us and God. Why can't people just go directly to God?"

The teacher gazed into my eyes for a few seconds then she said, "For you, that's exactly what you must do. You must go straight to God."

I appreciate many people believe that one could call upon an individual who is God-realised to make intercessions on their behalf. Most religions have saints, masters, teachers or saviours they believe in. There was a time when I chanted Hari Krishna and I felt peaceful. While I appreciate all the assistance I've received over the years in the form of books, courses, teachers and other resources, I've always known that I have to be true to myself and follow my heart. The Love that I am is my only guide, it is the Love that I look to for help. Speaking to someone other than God has never felt right to me, it feels more natural for me to speak to God/Love directly without any need for a mediator. Besides, as I see it, there is only God anyway.

I'm now going to share a dialogue I had with a friend via email which relates to a similar topic, which my friend has given me permission to use. I have removed all personal details.

Two days ago my friend's email read:

Friend:
Dear EJ,

Thanks for your great help! Love you lot!

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Enocia:
What did I do?

Thank your God-Self, for it is He who does the work.

Love you too.

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Friend:
Yes EJ, you are right! Actually I went to my home town with [my wife and son] to meet my father. He was not well and he is better now. My father is staying with my brother and my brother has got a son like [mine] he is one month older than [my son]. One evening, due to power cut we were suffering, I used affirmation (POWER HAS COME AND EVERYBODY IS HAPPY). After 1/2 hour I started thinking about you and telling the same problem. In the next moment we got the power back and my son and my brother's son became very happy! That is why I sent a thank you mail.

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Enocia:
Funny you should have that experience. On Saturday night (or was it Friday night?) whenever it was, I reached out to touch my mother's foot as I like to tickle her and I got this electric shock. I said to her that there was electricity around her. Hmmm! I wonder if I was responsible for the power cut? (smile)

Anyway, glad it all worked out. Remember, you are the Power, but if it helps to think about me, then I'm glad to be of assistance. Reminds me of a piece I wrote a while back called Birds of a Feather Flock Together

Yesterday I received another email from the same friend.

Friend:
Dearest EJ,

I forgot to tell you a beautiful incident which happened yesterday. Every day morning I walk in the park. As I started yesterday morning to park, [my wife] asked me to buy mosambi (tropical orange) for [my son]. I replied her "Ok" unconsciously. When I was walking in the park, I remembered that my wife asked me to buy something, but I couldn't remember what has to be bought. I did a prayer when I walked "Dearest EJ (myself), I forgot what has to be bought, please make me to remember, You are wonderful! Advanced thanks for the help." But I was not able to remember. Once I finished walking and came out of the park, in the entrance I saw a fruit seller with huge mosambi. I never expected this. I cannot express the happiness. It was wonderful experience.

I know very well that EJ and myself are one. But if I use EJ, my trust level is very high.

Lots of love

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Enocia:
It's a lovely story. I'm glad it worked. Thanks for sharing your experience.

It's wonderful to know that you see me as my true self, Love. Remember that you are also Love. Please get into the habit of calling upon the Love that you are to do the work. This way you don't get attached to the personal nor do you get disappointed as EJ sometimes has issues she goes through that make her seem very human, even though she knows she is Love.

So please, trust in Love. You are Love. It is Love that does the work.

Love always

Later, I sent my friend another email.

Enocia:
By the way, I've just written a piece about an experience I had yesterday. Now you see why I don't want you putting me on a pedestal. Gifts of Love

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Friend:
You are right EJ, I have started to use Love rather than EJ, when I used EJ, I think of identity but when I use Love, I can't catch any identity. I will use Love and I am Love. I trust it will work.

Yours Lovingly
Love

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Enocia:
Yeah, yeah but how do you want me to identify you? As Love or [name]. (Smile)

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Friend:
Hahaha, I don't know how to answer. Do one thing, you call me as [name] and always remember that [name] is Love

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Enocia:
In Love we are one yet we are unique in expressions. This is why you are Love [name] and I am Love Enocia. I just want you to know and trust yourself as Love being expressed as You.

My friend in the above dialogue comes from a world view where you could call upon someone you believe is God-realised to help you. While I accept where he's coming from, I also have to share what my beliefs are that we are all the Infinite Love/God. Is this another kind of programming? My friend and I share a belief in God. I am simply inspiring my friend to trust in the power that he is rather than looking outside of himself. Obviously, if my friend feels the need to call upon a mediator for assistance, he'll always receive love and Love will then take care of his needs. But as we're communicating on a personal level, I will always encourage my friend to trust in God because that is where I'm coming from.

The stories I share on the Internet are maps of reality. I am one of many guides. The guide and map must never be mistaken for the territory. At some point, every one is going to have to explore the territory by realising that you are the territory, that you are the answer, that you are what you seek.

Thank you dear friend for inspiring me to be true to the Love that I am. I am always with you.

Love always,
Enocia

Related articles: Through a Glass Darkly; Maps

Gifts of Love

2006-07-12T10:06:00.000+01:00

Each of us have gifts to offer that are a whole lot more than we could ever imagine.

Yesterday evening I had this feeling to get off the bus and walk by the river Thames and head towards the Southbank, where they've always got tons of activities going on. I had this strong feeling I was going to see an old friend who I was going to hug. In my mind's eye, I saw our hugs as two lights merging as one. It also felt like my poet/actor friend. I took my time exploring the path that meandered by the Thames, took a rest on a bench to enjoy some shade, and continued my stroll. On the way I marvelled at how a street performer could juggle four balls at the same time. Further down the path, I noticed two young men performing circus acts on the open stage in front of the "National Theatre." I joined the audience and enjoyed the show. After the show finished I had this strong feeling to head to my favourite bookshop.

Upstairs there was an event going on, the launch of this season's Poetry Review journal. These poets were the crème de la crème of British poetry, the kind of poetry that you contemplate and even study in college, not the scraping the barrel, performance poetry, kind I love and have even performed in public. I got myself some water and sat down next to this young man. I got into a conversation with him. He said he was from Hungary and here to study English. He was currently working as a doctor. It turned out we both lived in the same area. Soon his friend turned up. She's here for a few weeks also studying English. She teaches Latin and History in school back in Hungary. We sat together to enjoy the poetry. Two women poets read selections from their work. Later, while the poets were mingling, my friend and I guzzled their wine. Well, I've always been a bit of a free spirit. Ha!

I chatted to my new friends. I told them I didn't know anyone Hungarian. They reminded me of famous Hungarians like the actor, Tony Curtis, whose parents are Hungarian; actresses and sisters Zsa Zsa Gabor and Eva Gabor; and Bela Lugosi, the Hungarian actor who first played Dracula. They said Hungary was famous for paprika. I shared with them what I did in London.

Later, I went to speak to one of the poets who had read and thanked her. She asked me what my name was. As my name meant nothing to her, she thanked me and chatted to her fellow poets instead. Come on, I am the Great Enocia! Surely, you must have heard about me! Haha!

Finally, my friends and I left together but were heading off in different directions. I hugged both of them and wished them well.

One could get so attached to the personal, looking to a particular person or thing to give you whatever you're hoping for. The real gift is not what the person has to offer but the abstract. I had been right about meeting my friend who is a poet and actor but not the way I had expected. Instead of meeting him I had been given the abstract: art, theatre, poetry, and friendship. Only the Infinite/God/Love can give one the abstract.

While I consider myself a writer the gifts I really have to offer are abundance, beauty, being, creativity, freedom, friendship, goodness, grace, harmony, imagination, infinity, inspiration, joy, life, light, limitlessness, love, magic, oneness, originality, peace, perfection, power, presence, radiance, reality, simplicity, spirit, truth, uniqueness, wealth, wholeness, wisdom, wonder and so much more.

Thank you Universe for your infinite gifts of Love.

With love,
Enocia

Related article: Mirror Mirror on the Wall

The Work of Love

2006-07-11T13:58:00.000+01:00

When I first moved into the neighbourhood, I noticed one of the local shopkeepers was always miserable. He would snap at you for no reason at all. I didn't like going in the shop when he was around. The main shopkeeper, his uncle, told me his nephew was always miserable. I decided to simply accept him and love him as he was. Gradually, he mellowed until one day he smiled at me. My mother has also remarked how pleasant he is now with her and everyone. That's Love for you.

Another neighbour, who is always helping others, always looked stressed. Every time I came out of the house she would be heading towards me. It was as if I was being waylaid or something. She always wanted to speak to me about her health issues, even though I hadn't told her I had a healing background. Obviously, a part of her did know. I would listen patiently and then wish her well. One day I travelled with her on the local bus. She was upset about running late for her appointment. I told her to stay calm and be at peace. A few days later, I saw her again and she thanked me for being there for her. She said she felt a lot calmer. We've been travelling a lot by bus and we've become friends. She always thanks me for being so peaceful. Interesting enough, she recently asked me if I was a nurse because she believes I look like one.

I believe each of us has the Work of Love to do right where we are. The Work of Love helps to awaken the Love in each of us. When you remember that your nature is Love you really start living as your true self. Then can you experience Heaven on Earth.

The Work of Love is quite simple: all it takes is to love who you are, and love who you are with. Who you are with can be as large as you're prepared to go. It could be as large as your family, your neighbourhood, your community, your town, your city, your country, the world, the universe...and beyond.

Here is one way I practise love. In the silence, I think "I love you" and feel the love radiating from me like waves. If it's for a specific individual I think "I love you, XXX." If it's for me, I think "I love you Enocia."

I do not concern myself about how Love is made manifest or how Love is activated, I simply trust in Love to be revealed and unfold for the highest good.

I love you all.

Enocia

Related articles: Love Heals, Love Restores; Perfect Love

Love Heals, Love Restores

2006-07-11T13:35:00.000+01:00

A while back I felt a dear friend was a bit off with me even though I wasn't consciously aware of having done anything to upset her. When I emailed her she was very terse so I figured I would email her in silence. In thought, I told her how much I loved her and left it to Divine Love to heal our relationship. It soon went back to normal.

I've done the same with friends on message boards where I have felt there have been misunderstanding between us. I've simply loved and then trusted in Love to do the work of harmonising. Love has always put things right.

I have done the same with my mother when I've felt disharmony. I've simply loved her in silence and trusted in Love.

If you ever feel estranged from a loved one, instead of pining away and making yourself miserable, why not love instead? You are never apart from that which you love.

Love heals, Love restores.

I trust in Love.

Enocia

Related article: How Love Dissolved Migraine

How Love Dissolved Migraine

2006-07-10T15:28:00.000+01:00

As I was typing a piece, my eyesight went blurred. It felt like the sign of a migraine attack which I haven't had for a while. How can I still suffer from a migraine when I know I am Spirit? Previously, I've tried being in silence but I've still had a headache albeit for a few hours instead of a few days. This time, I remembered the following affirmation:

"Love melts situations that seem impossible." The Prospering Power of Love, Catherine Ponder

I closed my eyes and repeated this over and over again. After a few minutes my eyesight cleared and there was no headache.

Indeed, Divine Love does melt situations that seem impossible.

Divine Love is the only Power.

Enocia

Kaleidoscope

2006-07-10T15:00:00.000+01:00

When you're smilin'....keep on smilin'
The whole world smiles with you
And when you're laughin'....keep on laughin'
The sun comes shinin' through

But when you're cryin'.... you bring on the rain
So stop your frownin'....be happy again
Cause when you're smilin'....keep on smilin'
The whole world smiles with you When You're Smiling, Louis Armstrong

Friday, I met this woman on the bus (see You are Not Alone!). During the journey we discussed cost and standard of living in London compared to Peterborough, where she is living at the moment. She and a friend went to a famous department store based in Knightsbridge and they bought drinks at the bar. She said it cost £8 for a glass of red wine.

At another department store in Knightsbridge, a friend she was with picked up a skirt she liked until she realised it cost £4,000. Her friend felt guilty because she didn't feel she was worthy to touch the hem of the garment. Hehe. She said there were many women writing cheques though like it was nothing. We chuckled over how ridiculous prices in Knightsbridge sound when you're not rolling in money. Obviously, when money is not an issue a skirt that costs £4,000 is nothing.

Saturday, on my way to town just as I was approaching the stop I heard my bus leaving. There was another bus at the stop but the driver said I would have to wait about 10 minutes. I said I didn't mind waiting. We got chatting about life in general and the various trips he's made round the world. The conversation turned to the cost of living in London. I shared the conversation I'd had about the skirt costing £4,000. The driver said once when he was window shopping in Knightsbridge, he spotted a shirt that looked similar to the one the pop singer, Michael Jackson, had worn in one of his videos. He said he was curious about the price. Although there was no label on it he reckoned it would be about £50 or maybe £100 tops. The shirt was £5,000. He asked three times because he couldn't believe a shirt could cost that much.

Another time he accompanied a friend to a famous designer watch store around the area. They were offered glasses of champagne. As they didn't drink alcohol they asked for some soft drinks. His friend saw a watch he liked and told the assistant that he intended to have it. The driver asked his friend if he was prepared to pay £2,450 for the watch. It turned out his friend had not seen the tiny number "2" in front of the "450" and had presumed the watch was a real bargain. In your dreams, mate! Hahaha! His friend told the assistant he needed time (haha) to think about it and they made a quick getaway. His friend was ever so grateful to have been spared from financial ruin.

Yesterday, Sunday, on my way out I wished my mother a lovely day with her friend who was visiting.

"She's not my friend, she's my niece," she said.
"Yes, mum, but she's still your friend."
"No, she isn't. She is my niece."
"But I see you as my friend, mum."
"Well, I don't. You are my daughter, not my friend."
"Well, I see you as my friend even if you don't," I chuckled.

I could see my mother's perspective, she has more fun with her "friends" than she ever does with me.

On my bus journey, I kept noticing a L'Oreal ad campaign with the actress, Penelope Cruz. It kept reminding me of Italy. At first I thought she was Italian (she is Spanish) but then I remembered she was in the film, Captain Corelli's Mandolin, which has an Italian connection. Soon a whole bunch of Italians got on the bus. This could only mean one thing - Italy was going to win the World Cup. Merde!

Another billboard I kept noticing was for the musical Guys and Dolls starring Patrick Swayze. It just kept jumping out at me for some reason.

When I'd finished my errands, I was in two minds whether to go for a walk or to go for a bus ride. I hopped on a bus. When we arrived at a place where I could catch the next bus home, I didn't feel like getting off. I figured I would go all the way to where the bus terminated as I'd never done that before. At the last stop I got off and waited for another bus. I looked across the road and saw two shops. One was called "Guys and Dolls" and the one next to it was called "Friends, Friends." Talk about the universe reflecting my thoughts verbatim!

Later on another bus ride, I noticed this plastic bag on the road. Here in the UK, all stores and supermarkets provide customers with plastic carrier bags. In some parts of London, some people dump them in the streets and they get blown all over the place. I've even noticed several bags stuck up trees and flapping about in the wind. The bag I noticed was stuck underneath a barrier in the middle of the road. It was as if it wanted to go through. I wished it would slip through the railings but the poor darling couldn't quite make it. Later, on yet another bus, I spotted another plastic carrier bag being tossed about by the wind, but this time the bag slipped right underneath the barrier. Awww, bless!

This means I have to be very vigilant of my inner state because the cosmic kaleidoscope does not discriminate. The other day, for instance, I was feeling frustrated about being stuck in a dream. I felt like I was a ghost in one plane trying to communicate with people on another realm. In the library two kids on my left started bickering. I asked them to calm down or else they would be thrown out. One boy said, "You can't throw me out." On my right was this young man and a young woman. He applauded the boy for standing up to me. Then he turned the music on his mobile on. I retreated into silence. After a few minutes the boys on the left were playing as normal and the young man on my right turned off his music.

Later that evening, I met a friend and he sensed my frustration, took it personally, got defensive, and our conversation felt like we were on different planes which felt frustrating. Then I saw the frustration as nothing and stepped out of it. I knew myself as the Light and Love that I am. But my friend couldn't see the frustration as nothing and saw it as real so the evening ended abruptly.

I wonder if France had caught the wave of frustration at the World Cup final last night? They certainly weren't in the Love Zone. Thierry Henry got injured and though he continued playing he didn't stay for the whole match. Then Zidane got into a scuffle with an Italian player and was sent off.

After the football match my mother told me how frustrated she was that France had lost. I said there was always the next World Cup and went to have a bath. Besides, I had no intention of getting into another frustration malarkey. My mother phoned a friend who shared her frustration.

The world is constantly reflecting my inner state in every moment. This is why it's very important for me to recognise that Love is the only power.

"And when you're laughing the sun comes shining through."

One love,
Enocia

Related articles: Awareness; The Mirror Image Experiment; Freak Out; Kaleidoscope and Being in Love; Birds of a Feather Flock Together

Angels

2006-07-09T13:48:00.000+01:00

"Angels are not etherealized human beings, evolving animal qualities in their wings; but they are celestial visitants, flying on spiritual, not material, pinions. Angels are pure thoughts from God, winged with Truth and Love, no matter what their individualism may be." (Science and Health)

"For he shall give his angels charge over thee, to keep thee in all thy ways. They shall bear thee up in their hands, lest thou dash thy foot against a stone." Psalm 91: 11-12

I believe Love is all there is and Love is expressing in infinite ways as ideas and thought forms. These ideas and thought forms of Love are angels. While these angels, or messengers of Love, can appear human or other physical forms, majority of the time they are invisible to the senses. Yet, we are always surrounded by angels that are always meeting our needs. We simply need to be aware that they do exist and know how to invoke them.

When you are open to let Love express through you as thoughts and ideas, you are invoking angels.

For example, when you wish someone well, the intention is an angel of goodness that will do exactly as you intended. When you have loving thoughts about someone, you are invoking an angel of love that will provide, protect, heal and love.

When you bless someone with health, wealth, love, joy and peace, that blessing is an angel that again meets the individual's needs according to the blessing. Prayers are also angels that do whatever is intended in the prayers.

Books that contain ideas of Love are angels. Even if you're not reading them but they're around you, the angels are guiding you in all your ways.

Wonderful ideas of love and joy that I receive via emails and read on the Internet are angels that spread messages of love, joy, hope and inspiration. In fact, all the stories I share in my blogs are angels. You could say that I have untold angels around me.

Remember angels are not limited in any shape or form as they are ideas. You should therefore expect the unexpected.

May you all be blessed with love, peace, joy, abundance and the desires of your heart.

Enocia

Related articles: Do Angels Exist?; We are All Angels

When the End is Very Good

2006-07-09T13:36:00.000+01:00

So you hoped you were going to have a wonderful relationship with your beloved but it ended because you couldn't see eye to eye or for whatever reason. When one party wants to end it, don't argue, just accept the moment as it is now. What is good for one is always good for another.

When you continue to argue over who's right or wrong and try to persuade someone to your point of view, you're in bondage.

The end of a relationship releases both parties to their good so they can be the Love that they are. If your friend's good involves you then you will be reunited. If not, then you're both free to attract what is for your highest good.

In truth, nothing ever ends. Even if that someone is no longer part of your life, humanly speaking, you never stop loving him because loving is your nature.

Love always.

Enocia

Perfect Love

2006-07-09T12:20:00.000+01:00

Love is the substance of all there is. This means everything is made out of Love. Since all things are made out of Love then Love is all there is.

In another piece called DNA, I wrote:

I believe our DNAs contain a programme called Greatness.

We are all equally great and destined for greatness for all time.

DNA = Do Not Adjust; Do Not Alter.

Do not change who you are; just accept your gift of Greatness.

It doesn't matter how things appear, they are made of Love and are Love. And what is Love is already perfect. Though a loved one seems angry and is shouting at you, know that he is Perfect Love now and always, he simply does not realise who he is at that moment.

So you don't like the way your body appears. Accept that you are Perfect Love now. While I appreciate that the perfect body you have in mind does not quite match the one you're experiencing in form, remember that you are made of Love and Love is your nature. Love has the power to dissolve all thoughts and beliefs that misrepresent who you really are. The scriptures tell us:

"I will go before thee, and make the crooked places straight: I will break in pieces the gates of brass, and cut in sunder the bars of iron: And I will give thee the treasures of darkness, and hidden riches of secret places, that thou mayest know that I, the LORD, which call thee by thy name, am the God of Israel." (Isaiah 45: 2)

The LORD is Perfect Love, who you are, who we all are, for all time. When you call upon the Love that you are, Love will dissolve all fearful beliefs and thoughts that you have about life symbolised in the above passage as "make the crooked places straight", "gates of brass" and "bars of irons." Love will also reveal the truth of who you are symbolised as "give thee the treasures of darkness, and hidden riches of secret places."

So instead of wanting to run away from who you are, simply accept that you are Perfect Love now, and then love yourself. Let Love do the work of transformation and reveal your infinite potential.

I am Perfect Love.

Love always,
Enocia

You are Not Alone!

2006-07-08T15:30:00.000+01:00

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

The world can seem such a cold, lonely, and unfriendly place. There are so many people around milling around and yet people only seem to only have eyes for people they know and love, otherwise you don't exist.

None of this is real; we are all collective dreaming.

In truth, we are all having our being in the one Love.

In truth, we are always loving one another.

In truth, there is only the One being the all of us.

When you realise there is only One, you know that you're not alone. That's not a "stranger" standing beside you, he's your brother in love. There's no need to feel lonely, just know that you're surrounded by and have your being in love.

On the bus yesterday I heard this woman speaking on her mobile phone. She was explaining to her friend that she was being delayed because part of the tube/underground network was closed and she was travelling by bus. I got chatting to her. She said she was from Peterborough. I told her I knew where that was as I used to travel frequently on that train line. She said she was down in London for the weekend to see friends. I teased her about having such a big suitcase. She said she had brought several pairs of shoes just in case. We talked about her favourite pop band called Westlife.. She said she's seen them over ten times in concert. I said Westlife was my mother's favourite band. It was lovely having her as a travel companion. We had a laugh all the way to our destination.

You could have a set mind about what love should look like and focus only on what you know, or you can open your eyes and see all the love around you now.

Enocia

Related article: Endless Love; Love Takes All Forms

One Mind, One Will, One Moment of Now

2006-07-08T14:31:00.000+01:00

There is only the one Mind that we all are.

Let's say you arrange to meet a friend at 8 p.m. If something comes up for your friend, there's no way he can reach you. For something to come up suggests that he was double-minded in the first place. What do I mean by double-minded? He believes he has his own mind that is different from yours; and because he has a different mind from you, he can afford to have many options. His options open him up to other possibilities where he finds he needs to cancel your meeting. He then reaches for his mobile phone to either cancel or rearrange your meeting.

But when you know that there is only one Mind that we all share, once an arrangement has been made it is done. There are no choices. 8 p.m. is always 8 p.m. Where there is only one Mind, there is only one Will and one Intent. The One Mind ensures all parties arrive at the agreed time. How? Easy peasy! The One appearing as you is the same One appearing as your friend, therefore, you are at one. If your friend is being delayed then the One will arrange for you to be also delayed.

When you are in silence, you experience the one Mind that is the one Will, and one eternal mow.

Enocia

Related articles: No Dilemmas, Only Intention; If There is No Time, Is Planning Necessary?; Living in a Timeless Realm

Love Me Today

2006-07-07T17:00:00.000+01:00

This poem is by a wonderful friend. It means so much to me right now.

Enjoy...

With love,
Enocia

Love Me Today

Love me today…as you loved me last night,
Wrap me in tenderness soft as a star,
Though I am wandering far from your sight,
Let your love shine on me…still from afar.

Love me though now I have gone from your arms,
Though I can’t look on your form…or your face,
My heart is filled with the joy of your charms,
You who all other men…quickly erase.

Love me today…as you loved me last night,
Cloak me in truthfulness…tell me no lies,
Make me no promises dawn puts to flight,
Let me believe all I’ve read in your eyes.

Love me…and let your voice traverse the miles,
Echoing lovingly…as when you’re near,
Soft and compassionate…wreathed in your smiles,
Dispelling my doubts…and calming my fears.

Love me to day…as you loved me last night,
Make my tomorrows all happy and free,
In your charisma…I’m sweetness and light,
Last night…today…tomorrow…love me.

(c) Heather Clark 1986

All's Fair in Love

2006-07-06T11:51:00.000+01:00

In a previous article called Field of Possibilities and a Possible Solution for World Peace, I wrote that I was supporting France in the World Cup because I love the French footballer, Thierry Henry.

"May the best team with the best looking player i.e. France, win the World Cup."

I have observed the following during the World Cup:

In the France versus Spain match, after a foul against Thierry and France is awarded a free kick, his team mate, Zidane, scores and gets France to the quarter-final. In the France versus Brazil quarter-final, Thierry scores one of the goals. In the France versus Portugal semi-final last night, again after a foul against Thierry and France is awarded a penalty, Zidane scores the only goal that takes France to the final.

Do you see where I'm going with this?

Non?

Do you not see that Thierry Henry's name keeps popping up?

Before the Italy versus Germany semi-final I told my mother Italy was going to beat Germany. How did I know? Because I love the Italian language, that's how? And Italy won.

Conclusion? When you love something, the Universe arranges reality so you get to experience more of what you love.

Je t'aime Thierry Henry!
Vivre La France!

Enocia

Related article: Staying in Your Power

An Fear Gorm

2006-07-05T12:52:00.000+01:00

In a piece called Going With the Flow, I shared how I met this Irish gentleman who invited me round his place to show me his books.

Here's an interesting titbit he shared:

My friend said the Gaelic for the "devil" is "an fear dubh" (pronounced "on far duv.") However, the Gaelic for "a black man" is also "an fear dubh." Out of respect for black people, they use the term "an fear gorm" instead (pronounced "on far goram") which means "the blue man."

When I was at college I was on the committee of the African-Caribbean society. Because we catered for all black students regardless of what part of the world they came from, we couldn't agree whether we should identify ourselves as Black, Africans, African-Caribbean or Pan-Africans. We kept changing the society's name every few months which must have pissed off the student union. The Irish makes things so much easier, we are not black, we are blue.

Just as well I know that I am not a body, I am Light.

Enocia

Have a Lovely Day!

2006-07-04T14:36:00.000+01:00

When I say "have a lovely day" I mean it literally. It's yours, it's ours.

Have it, take it, it's yours, it's ours.

If you don't have it, we will.

Enocia

What is Freedom?

2006-07-04T10:00:00.000+01:00

"If you do not fast as regards the world, you will not find the kingdom." (The Gospel of Thomas)

What is freedom? Is it having the resources to do whatever you want without worrying about the cost? That's one kind of freedom. There is another kind of freedom that is part and parcel of being one's true identity as Light.

Over the last few months I've become good friends with a woman who uses the library frequently. Yesterday, we left together. She wanted to come with me as we were headed in the same direction. I warned her I was walking to the local town centre. She agreed to walk with me. As I was enjoying chatting to her, I offered to accompany her to do her shopping at the local supermarket. I noticed she kept looking at the ingredients on the food labels. She said she was very careful about what she bought as they all had chemicals.

It was then I remembered that I don't check food labels. I haven't done so in years. I don't care about additives, preservatives, calories, minerals and vitamins. How can I when I know that all is Love? Nothing can be added to or taken away from Love. So I eat what I love without worrying about whether it will harm me or if I'll put on weight. That's freedom!

My friend asked me if she could buy me some snacks. I declined. I told her I tend to only eat one meal a day. She said I must eat. I told her I was perfectly fine; I tend to dig into my energy resources and don't think about food. Thank goodness my mother now accepts that about me and no longer pesters me to eat. That's freedom!

After my friend finished her shopping, I walked her to the local bus station. I said I was walking the rest of the way home. She was astonished that I would consider walking 3 miles in that heat. I told her it was fun to walk. Besides, I know I am inexhaustible energy, therefore, it doesn't matter how far I walk it always feels the same, as if I've only taken one step. That's freedom!

Years ago I used to worry about the sun's rays. I remember one hot day I was out with another black friend. She bought some sunscreen. It must have been the highest factor she could find. I put some on but it wouldn't rub in. Both our arms were glowing. We had a good laugh about that. Now I know that I am Light, the sun is Light, and all is Light, I don't worry about UV rays. I even stopped wearing sunglasses years ago. That's freedom!

I also feel such compassion for my mother who has been having problems with the heat wave. I've tried to help by advising her not to think about it but that means nothing to her. She believes the weather is hot and she feels hot. I have no thoughts about hot or cold, I simply feel blissful. That's freedom!

Realising that all is Light is one thing; walking as the Light is another. I find that as I walk as the Light the beliefs I had when I used to identify myself as a body fall off like dead leaves. Now, that's freedom!

I am freedom.

Enocia

Related articles: Infinite Self; Freedom is Imagination; Freedom Speaks; I'm Only Playing With My Food; Do Food Supplements and Diets Work?

No Dilemmas, Only Intention

2006-07-03T15:41:00.000+01:00

Imagine you can achieve anything at the speed of thought. If you intend to travel from London to America, you're there in an instant. Where is the dilemma? Only because there seem to be a time lapse between intention and form do you appear to have the space to create dramas and dilemmas. In truth there are no dilemmas. Once the intention is made, Intention takes over and ensures the job is done.

For the last few weeks I've been watching a reality TV show called The Singing Estate:

"This major new four-part series follows renowned conductor Ivor Setterfield as he selects singers from the 14,000 residents of the Blackbird Leys housing estate in Oxford and transforms them into a top-notch classical choir, capable of singing in front of an audience of thousands at London's Royal Albert Hall." The Show

There was a lot of drama among the singers; some got on, others did not. The conductor gave the impression that he was afraid they were going to let him down, or so the programme had been edited.

And then there was this huge dilemma. The conductor had several singers on standby just in case. At some point two singers were competing for the one spot. Who was he going to choose? Decisions, decisions! In last night's final episode, the "dilemma" was resolved - the conductor selected all the singers, including the ones on standby. The performance at the Royal Albert Hall was excellent. Everyone was happy.

Now, let's look at what was really going on behind the scenes. By behind the scenes I'm not referring to the human realm but the Intention. The Intention was to transform the residents into a classical choir fit enough to sing at the Royal Albert Hall. The moment you put out an intention it is done and it is perfect. What we call the moment of preparation and practise is really Intention working through the various instruments to achieve Its goal. In fact there is no space, every moment is filled with Intention. It doesn't matter how much drama is created, the Intention is always assured.

If you intend to get to such and such a place at such and such a time, the Intention takes command and ensures that you get there on time. However you get there, whatever direction you choose, is all part of the plan of Intention to get you there.

How did you get the idea to get to such and such a place in the first place? The Intention of the Universe. The Intention of the Universe to express Self in limitless ways. Intention is always directing the show.

Sometimes Intention gives me an idea to have an experience which I end up writing about. I may have an idea about how the article should turn out but when I sit down to write, Intention takes over and expresses things Her way. The article or piece ends up writing itself.

When you realise that there is only Intention then every moment we define as time/space is Intention leading to Its ultimate goal.

There are no dilemmas, only intention.

With love,
Enocia

Going with the Flow

2006-07-03T11:34:00.000+01:00

FORREST
Hello. My name's Forrest Gump.

He opens a box of chocolates and holds it out for the nurse.

FORREST
You want a chocolate?

The nurse shakes her head, a bit apprehensive about this strange man next to her.

FORREST
I could eat about a million and a half of these. My momma always said, "Life was like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're gonna get." Forrest Gump Screenplay

I was on my way to the Internet shop. I intended to post something to a friend about the World Cup. As I walked past the YMCA a man came out of the building. He muttered to me that there was some religious meeting going on that had put him off. He asked me if I'd seen the news headlines all going on about the end of the world. The newspapers were referring to the fact that England had lost to Portugal in the World Cup. We chatted about the football. I told him I'd written a piece about the World Cup. My friend told me he was also a writer. Did I fancy going to his house so he could show me his books? He said I could wait outside if I didn't feel comfortable as he was a stranger. But I followed him into his house. One of his books is called The Irish: A Photohistory 1840 - 1940. My friend is not a photographer but a collector of old photographs and a historian. To see more of his collection go into Corbis, then type "Sean Sexton Collection."

It was lovely spending time with my friend. He shared his passion for history, photos, his views on religion, and his political beliefs. It turned out he also needed to go to the Internet shop, not the one I had in mind though. He recommended that I use the one he was going to as they had better facilities. I took his advice.

Later, I went to sit in the park. A photographer was taking pictures of a bride and groom and their guests. The bride looked beautiful. While I was relaxing on a bench, a man approached me. He asked me how I was and I said I was very good. I asked him if he was having fun. He said his girlfriend had just gone home to Brazil and he was a bit lonely. Would I be interested in being his girlfriend? I said I wasn't available. He then walked away. It would have been fun just sitting together and having a chat at that moment. Why does the sex thing have to come between us? Why can't we just be like kids who want to play at that moment just because it's fun?

A few minutes later I saw this boy running towards a skateboard. He asked who it belonged to. Four teenagers approached and one said it belonged to him. The boy asked if he could skate on it. One of the boys showed him how. He played for a few minutes until his father dragged him away. Now, that's what I'm talking about - a boy who simply wants to have fun at that moment.

It's good to go with the flow.

Life is beautiful.

Enocia

All is Light and Light is Love

2006-07-01T09:03:00.000+01:00

Profound and tranquil, free from complexity,
Uncompounded luminous clarity,
Beyond the mind of conceptual ideas;
This is the depth of the mind of the Victorious Ones.
In this there is not a thing to be removed,
Nor anything that needs to be added.
It is merely the immaculate
Looking naturally at itself. (The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying, Sogyal Rinpoche)

All is Light.

When the Light was first revealed during meditation, I lost all sense of "I"; I was a drop of water merged into the ocean. Words cannot describe the bliss I felt, so I won't attempt it. As I never realised one could experience Light in my every day life, I saw life as polarised: the ordinary life that seemed devoid of bliss; and my real life as Light that I could only experience during meditation. Unfortunately, as I wasn't able to experience the Light all the time, I was depressed a lot of the time.

As time went on things started to make sense. Slowly, I began to realise that my life experiences were the Light in manifestation.

What is this Light?

The Light is the essence of all there is. Buddhists call it "Buddha Nature." Hindus call it "Brahman" or "Self." Christians call it God. The Light is always perfect and untouched by human experience. The Light is boundless; It has no limits.

It is the same Light that clothes itself in the many form/costumes you see around you and beyond. A while back, a friend told me he had started a journal at Vampire Freaks, a website for Goth enthusiasts. As I found his journals funny and witty I decided to open an account so I could leave witty comments. I ended up using my journal as an outlet to share funny anecdotes.

If I had identified myself as a Goth, I would have wanted to wear the clothes, makeup, listen to Goth music, etc. But it wasn't my style. I was only playing at being a Goth.

Could it be what we consider to be evil is no other than identifying oneself as one's race/nationality/culture? My race is a costume I, as Light, use to express Self. I am not a body; I am not an experience; I am Light.

Let's say I have a moment of madness and forget who I am and identify myself as the outfit I have on. Just because I've forgotten who I am as Light doesn't mean the Light stops being what It is. The Light is infinite Power and has no limits. There is no other power but the Light. Thus, if I identify myself as a Goth, then I have infinite power to perpetuate this experience. The Light will always remind me that I am not a Goth, I am Light. If I don't listen then I shall continue to have limitless experiences that come with identifying myself as a Goth. In other words, all things are possible with Goth.

How do I live as the Light?

There are two ways I walk as the Light: as the Impersonal Light where all is one; and Light as Love.

I find that when I am experiencing life as the Impersonal Light, I tend to see the world in a very detached way. The problem with this perspective is there is a lack of connection; it feels like you're a robot. You love everyone the same way; you treat every experience the same. Now, there are times when this way of seeing is very useful. But when I want to enjoy a good meal I find it's fun to enjoy the taste. This is when Light as Love comes into play. Love as Light is my own unique expression of the Impersonal Light of being. Light as Love is my essence. Light as Love enables me to experience and appreciate the food, otherwise it's just going to taste like nothing. There's nothing worse than having chocolate that tastes of nothing. Believe me, I've tried it and it's nothing to write home about.

As I'm writing this, it is mid-Summer. The last two days have been described as hot. I say "described" because it is not how I've experience it. When I identify myself as the Impersonal Light, I feel neither hot nor cold. I see heat and cold as mental states that you can identify yourself as and experience as your reality. When I am not identifying myself as any state, all that is left is Light that is without form and void, and profound bliss.

However, there are times when it's blistering, yet I've got my cardigan on. My mother thinks I've got issues. She wonders how I can wear a cardigan when it's 30 degrees outside. What she doesn't realise is that the Love that I am knows that I prefer cool weather, so I end up feeling cool breeze, cool enough for me to wear a cardigan.

The other day when I went to an Internet cafe, the only seat available was right underneath an air-conditioning vent. I put my cardigan on. After a while I noticed the same air-conditioning was blowing hot air. Was it my imagination? I reckon it was Love meeting my needs according to my preference.

When you live with the realisation that all is Light and Love, the notion of good and evil is meaningless. Why? Because you stop experiencing things and people as solid. You see forms as ideas of Infinite Light. Ideas cannot harm you. On the bus the other day, a woman trod on my foot as she was getting off, but she wasn't aware that she had. While I felt the contact, her foot felt like nothing. No point bringing this to her attention when nothing happened.

Just as I am unique in my expression of the Light, with practise one can tune into how others express the Light. For instance, as I was walking home two days ago, I had a fleeting thought of a friend who lives in the neighbourhood. A few minutes later I saw her walking towards me. I hugged her and told her I'd just picked up her vibes. The vibes I had felt was her Light as Love. I've been able to pick up when someone is thinking about me by picking up on their Light signals.

For me, living as the Light has been about knowing myself as both the Impersonal Light and the Light as Love. As the Impersonal Light, there are no distinctions; all is One. To express life, I am Light as Love.

All is Light and Light is Love.

With love,
Enocia

Related article: You are the Light of the World; House of Mirrors; Our Daily Bread

Sharing the Rainbow

2006-06-29T14:00:00.000+01:00

I love sharing how God is being expressed as me. I also love to experience how God is unfolding in writings, art, music, media and many forms.

How do I share my passion for God without imposing on another?

Let's say you are drawn to a discussion forum of, what you consider to be, like-minds. You notice members are discussing blue, red and yellow. They are excited about blue, red and yellow. You've experienced blue, red and yellow zillions of times but you've also experienced purple, orange, green, white, black, grey, gold, violet, indigo, turquoise, aquamarine, and many more exciting colours. So you share your experiences of these colours.

Some members are open to these colours. They express how excited they are to see the world from this perspective.

Other members are inspired to share that they too have experienced different colours but have felt inhibited about sharing because they were afraid of upsetting the apple cart.

A few are not happy about what you're sharing. They see you as a threat to their world of blue, red and yellow. They may even ask you to leave.

That's happened to me before at a spiritual forum. The administrators said I was way too "advanced" and I should either tone down my ideas or I should consider leaving. So, I left. It's ironic really because though I no longer participate as a member at that forum, I have never left. You can’t get rid of me; I am omnipresent Spirit!

In life there are infinite varieties of colours to be experienced and shared.

Relax, there is nothing to fear; we are all on the same side.

Richard Of York Gave Battle In Vain. (This mnemonic helps me remember the colours of the rainbow).

With love,
Enocia

This is Your Life!

2006-06-29T12:55:00.000+01:00

I used to watch the British version of This is Your Life on television hosted first by Eamon Andrews then later by Michael Aspel.

"The format of the show was simple: the host would ambush a celebrity or public figure, present them with a 'red book', and then conduct a biography of them in a television studio. The guest would be presented with family members and old friends, reunited with old acquaintances, and often shed a tear when a personal tragedy was recounted."

I would marvel at how successful these celebrities were and wish I could be like them.

Seriously, would I really want to have the life of a celebrity as portrayed on This is Your Life ? Hell no!

The problem with seeing life as your life is you believe you're in control. It's your body, your family, your kids, your job, your pet, your this and your that. When things don't go your way, you consider yourself a failure or you blame others. Even when things seem to be going your way, your perception is only limited to what you believe is possible; you're not open to experience more. Your success attracts like-minded people who put you on a pedestal. You end up on a TV show where you are admired for your achievements.

Life is not mine but God's.

Yeah, yeah, looks good on paper. How come your life, I mean God's life, is not perfect?

You make a good point. Knowing this intellectually is not enough, it's about walking one's talk.

It's no use saying "God, this is your body," then complain about how you are always tired. You have to let God move you. Believe me, it works. The way God moves is completely different from the way I, as the ego, moves. When God is moving the body, it is so relaxed, and the move is effortless. It's like there's nothing there but empty space.

This morning I went to do some grocery shopping. The bags were heavy at first, then I said, "God, this is your shopping." The bags felt light and I was empty space carrying empty space. I still waited for the bus though. Hehe.

You can't say, "God, you are infinite love and everywhere present," and yet you're too scared to walk down the streets at night, or you’re afraid of people. You have to trust in God's love.

God, this is your body, I trust you to sustain it as you see fit.
God, this is your day, I trust you to fill it with blessings.
God, this is your life, you know the score.

"This is the day which the LORD hath made; we will rejoice and be glad in it." (Psalm 118: 24)

Today, tomorrow and forever, God, this is your life!

With love,
Enocia

Related articles: Love is a Fan; Faith Without Works is Dead; Stop Trying So Hard!; Walking by Faith and Not by Sight

Hmmm!

2006-06-28T11:59:00.000+01:00

Earlier today, a Jehovah's Witness woman approached me and handed me a leaflet.

"Do you know much about the Bible?" she said.
"Yes, I read the Bible."
"Really? What's your favourite book?"
"Psalms."
"It will have to be, wouldn't it?" she smiled. "It's a wonderful book. It's nice that you already read the Bible. I'll leave you with this leaflet if you want to know more."
"Thank you."

Hmmm! I have an encounter with a Jehovah's Witness and I don't have the urge to run away. I'm definitely experiencing a shift. What am I going to do next? Maybe, I'll invite another Jehovah Witness round for a cup of tea. Steady on! I've had a shift but I didn't say I was nuts. (grin)

We are all the One Mind being expressed in many ways.

Enocia

Related article: Yoo Hoo! Is Anybody Home?

You are the Light of the World

2006-06-28T10:38:00.000+01:00

I wrote this piece in 2004. I'm reposting as I believe it's still relevant.

With love,
Enocia

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Blessings, Love and Light to You all.

Continuing with the realisations I've been having recently, here's one I would love to share with you all.

Saturday I'm in the library again and I'm pondering over the concept of "nothingness." In a universe where God is everywhere, can there be such a thing as nothing? Where did the idea of "nothing" come from? Through the belief in space: something vs nothing. When you know God is all there is, there cannot possibly be a nothing.

The inner voice guides me to look around me at the forms with my physical senses and in the spaces in between with my inner senses. I've always been able to jump from reality to the next, I can be in a room filled with people then be in another realm with pure light beings/ideas. So for me, forms are both the material and the light variety. This time though I'm guided to see Reality as it exists. I see Reality as Light grids, filaments, billions, zillions, infinite particles moving about like fine threads around me, interpenetrating all life, moving through me and everyone. Years ago I did a course with a shaman and we discussed these light filaments and she recommended us to buy Alex Grey's book "Sacred Mirrors" which is about his artistic representation of Reality. Grey and his wife had observed this Reality before which in his work he refers to as "Universal Mind Lattice." (See Alex Grey, then click into Paintings, then Sacred Mirrors). I've also come across reference to the light filaments in Carlos Castaneda's books.

Back in the library I'm switching perceptions from Light Reality to form and back again until all I can see is just the Light Reality. God is Light, infinite Light grids on the one hand; on the other hand, formlessness in the unmanifest state. The manifest state of God is pure Light. I spend the rest of the afternoon getting high observing the Light which is constantly changing into forms while on the other hand is changeless, stillness, eternal. The Filaments of Light appear as grids and each grid is an individual consciousness yet you have access to the whole. It is like using the internet where each of us is a portal to the whole, which we can all access at any time. Our free will is to create with that One Mind, unfold whatever Reality already exists in our Formless consciousness.

I rush home to share my adventure with my friend. She listens but while she knows this intellectually she cannot relate. Later I'm in the kitchen with her while she's on the phone to her grandfather who is talking about his wife who is ill in hospital. My friend is getting very upset. Previously I would have consciously sent her love to help her but I simply observe the Light of God, Love, pouring through her and around her, yet she's taking no notice of it. Suddenly I find myself instantly with her grandfather, her grandmother in hospital, my friend's father's house, simultaneously. When my friend finishes her conversation she is still upset. I point out to her that God is pouring his Love through her, (she is already Love), why can't she see it? She looks at me as if I'm mad. I start wondering, why can't people see this Light? I recall how Carlos Castaneda felt when he was able to observe the light filaments on his own for the first time and he wondered:

"What had been preventing me from gaining access to that facet of my Being? Don Juan [his teacher] had said that every human being has the potential to see energy directly. What he hadn't said was that every human being already sees energy directly but doesn't know it." (The Active Side of Infinity, Carlos Castaneda)

I continued to ponder over this truth. Is it possible that humans are not able to see this reality because they are so separated from God? But I know this isn't true because I observe God, Light interpenetrating all realities. (That same evening I listened to the news about events in Iraq and people being shot and I was immediately there as Light observing from a detached manner and seeing the Light in the people who were being shot as well as those doing the killing). There is only one conclusion to be drawn. Since there is no other Mind/Power/Love/Light/Truth but God, then humans are using only God power but abusing it or as the Ascended Masters would say "misqualifying the energy." We are breaking the Commandment "Thou shalt not take the name of the Lord thy God in vain." You can break this commandment by the thoughts you use which are God thought and God energy. We have never been separated from God nor have we ever fallen from Grace. We are all living in "Eden" right now. The only thing that is getting in the way of getting pure Light is our beliefs. There is no mortal/carnal/race mind, just the one Mind. "The Light shineth in darkness but the darkness comprehendeth it not," (John) does not mean there is darkness because only Light exists. It simply appears to be darkness, just like it appears we are separated. We do not have to attain Christ Consciousness, we're already there.

WE ARE ALL USING GOD ENERGY! THERE IS NO OTHER WAY TO MANIFEST REALITY!

In Genesis it is written that God made man to have dominion. We are to use our freewill to create using God power because that's all there is. What has man done instead? "Lo, this only have I found, that God hath made man upright; but they have sought out many inventions." (Solomon). The many inventions are the doctrines, beliefs where mankind is directing God's energy." How do you become a clear channel? By peeling off the onion layers of identity. Is it any wonder when Jesus first started his ministry he preached "Repent: for the kingdom of heaven is at hand." (Matthew 4: 17) By repent, Jesus meant for us to let go of our false beliefs about who we are. No one can do that work for you. You created the false beliefs so you have to remove them. Don't expect God to do anything since God knows nothing but Love and Perfection. The layers of onion skin are the many identities we hold about self: personal beliefs, success/failures, degrees, job etc; family (genes, hereditary), race, gender, nationality, humanity, emotions, thoughts. None of these are who we are. Our true identity is the Universal Mind and our consciousness is the formless.

Many people know what I'm talking about at an intellectual level. I knew this. I've had cosmic experiences before, seeing the Light, experiencing myself as All There Is. But when you can actually see the Light Filaments as Reality, God appearing, then for me it is incontrovertible. There is only one Reality and it is here now, wherever you are. WE ARE GOD. In Genesis again it says "Let us create man in our own image." The "us" is God as Light which we all are. The whole Light matrix is our true identity and formlessness is the source of this Light.

I have to admit that while I feel exhilarated that I have always had access to the Infinite, I also feel a sense of sadness that we cannot all see this Reality. Here's what Jesus has to say about his realisation: "Let him who seeks not cease seeking until he finds, and when he finds, he will be troubled, and when he has been troubled, he will marvel and he will reign over all." (Gospel of Thomas). I guess this is my way of sharing the truth, as Isaiah puts it:

"The Spirit of the Lord GOD is upon me; because the LORD hath anointed me to preach good tidings unto the meek; he hath sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim liberty to the captives, and the opening of the prison to them that are bound;"2": To proclaim the acceptable year of the LORD." (Isaiah 61: 1-2)

So my beloved friends, wake up to the truth of who you are. YOU ARE THE LIGHT OF THE WORLD!

All my Love,
Enocia

January 2004

Awareness

2006-06-26T10:43:00.000+01:00

Since I've been living with my mother, there are habits she has that have been brought to my awareness. For instance, she has this thing about keeping the bathroom sink dry, and she doesn't like seeing water marks on the taps. I've now been programmed to always towel dry the basin and wipe the taps until they are gleaming. Anything for an easy life.

In the same respect, there are habits I have that I've had to adjust. I used to be very sensitive to noise. I would start meditating then I'd hear mum banging pots and pans in the kitchen and that would put me right off. Other times she would either have the television really loud, or be speaking on the phone. Then I figured that instead of getting worked up or expecting my mother to change, why not use my mother's behaviour as an opportunity to be the Peace that I am that is untouched by human drama? Thanks to mum, I am always aware that I am Peace. The only time I was disturbed recently was when I heard mum coughing and I couldn't sleep, so I did what I could to dissolve the situation; see The Love is All There Is Detonator.

In case you're not aware of this, I travel a lot by buses. I usually thank the bus driver when I get on the bus. If it's a single decker bus, where you enter and exit through the same doors, I tend to also thank the driver when I'm getting off.

It's another day, and another bus journey. I'm on a single decker bus on my way home. The journey is about half an hour long. After we've been driving for about 25 minutes, the driver finishes his shift. For the rest of the journey we have a new driver. I have a thought: "When you get off and thank the driver, are you thanking just him?" Of course not! Not only am I thanking both drivers, I am thanking everyone at London Transport.

Let's take gratitude to another level. Why not thank the one Consciousness behind all forms, the One I know as God? Therefore, when I thank a bus driver, a shop assistant, my mother, anyone, I'm really thanking God. This is another kind of awareness.

Awareness of the One Intelligence/Consciousness means every moment I am communing with the All. Every moment, I am one with Infinite Power, Love and Wisdom.

Back to my bus journeys. There are times when I go on bus journeys just because I love travelling on buses. I get lots of inspiration during those journeys. At first, I felt like going on a long ride yesterday evening but then I had this strong feeling of "No, I don't feel like it! I'm going home!" At home, mum was watching television, the tail-end of a children's party at Buckingham Palace in honour of the Queen's 80th birthday.

"The palace fantasy land included Toad of Toad Hall rowing on the lake and Thomas the Tank Engine in his own railway station.

"Other characters at the party included Bob the Builder, Winnie the Pooh and Peter Rabbit." Queen throws party for children.

I wasn't even aware this party was on or being shown on television. The final performance was from the stage adaptation of my favourite film, Mary Poppins. They were singing "Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!" Now it made sense why I had that strong feeling to go home. Thank you, God!

I believe the only awareness worth having is an awareness of God being the all in all, then everything falls into place. Put another way:

"But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things shall be yours as well." (Matthew 6: 33)

Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!

Enocia

Related articles: The Will to Do Good; God Gets All the Credit; Gratitude; A Demonstration of Oneness

The One "I"

2006-06-24T17:21:00.000+01:00

While I was waiting for my bus home, I got talking to this woman. At first I couldn't understand what she was saying as she had a heavy accent, then something clicked, as if a light was switched on. I could now understand her perfectly. She said she only lived a few steps down the road but she had some shopping and it was too far to walk. She talked about how much she missed her father who has recently passed on. I gave her a hug and told her that her father was always with her.

I saw my bus coming and got on with the same woman though we didn't sit together. In the bus was a Sierra Leonean woman speaking in Krio on her mobile friend; She reminded me of an idea I had about how each country has their collective thought system. The British are renowned for complaining about everything; the climate is a reflection of the British mentality. After a few minutes I realised I was on the wrong bus going in the opposite direction from where I wanted to go. So I got off at the next stop, crossed the road, and had to catch two buses to get home.

While it seemed as if I had been on the "wrong" bus, I knew I had been on the right bus all along because the Universal "I" is everywhere present.

I live and have my being in the one "I."

Enocia

See: I am Cause; Where I am Going

The Gift

2006-06-24T12:42:00.000+01:00

Life is God's gift to HimSelf.

God is the Giver and the Receiver. In other words, we are the Infinite Self/God giving gifts to ourselves on an individual basis.

Each day is a gift of many moments. Some moments last for a few seconds, some for minutes, hours, days, weeks, months or years. However long the moment lasts, it is God appearing as a gift, for God is all there is.

Every time I put out an intent to have an experience is a moment that has already happened. It had not already happened, I wouldn't have had the intent in the first place. All I have to do is receive the gift.

I see each moment as a beam of light flowing towards me and through me.

For example, while I'm working on this piece, the moment takes as long as it takes for me to finish typing and posting it. The whole process is a gift God is giving to the receiving instrument and anyone open to receive the gift.

I receive this gift with love.

Enocia

Related articles: The One Moment of Now is Like the Sun; The Game of Receiving

Is Love Personal or Impersonal?

2006-06-23T11:33:00.001+01:00

"Bless the LORD, O my soul: and all that is within me, bless his holy name. Bless the LORD, O my soul, and forget not all his benefits: Who forgiveth all thine iniquities; who healeth all thy diseases; Who redeemeth thy life from destruction; who crowneth thee with lovingkindness and tender mercies; Who satisfieth thy mouth with good things; so that thy youth is renewed like the eagle's." (Psalm 103: 1-5)
Is Love personal or impersonal?

One thing I know about Love is that Love is both unconditional and unconditioned.

By unconditional, I mean Love gives whether you believe you are deserving or not. In fact, Love loves no matter what you believe. You could say Love is impersonal in that She loves all equally.

By unconditioned, I mean one cannot limit Love; Love takes all forms. Therefore, it is as individual forms that Love becomes personal.

How Love loves is how I love others.

I start my day by realising that there is only Love. Today, I saw Love pouring through me like molten lava spewing out of a volcano. Love flows gently and steadily transmuting all She comes across into Love. I see Love as liquid purple. Don't ask me why Love is purple, it just is for me. By the way, the Love I am describing does not exist outside of me; there is nothing outside of me. This Love is who I am.

People express Infinite Love how they believe love should be expressed. The reverse is also true - people are open to receive love in the way they expect love. For example, my mother's idea of love is doing things in a tangible way for her. She finds my tactile expression of love uncomfortable, so I respect her wishes in this moment of Now. In the next Now, who knows?

The Universe sends me people and situations to love, but it's still not enough. There is way too much love to give so I create vessels to channel this love.

The Internet is a perfect vessel because it has an infinite capacity to receive love. With my blogs I have a place to pour and keep pouring love. My love is impersonal and attracts readers who resonate with that love. Then I make friends and the love becomes personal.

At discussion forums I can pour my love in the form of joining with like-minds to share ideas or simply play together. Again, Love starts in an impersonal way. As I make friends, the love becomes personal.

Have you noticed how the cursor on the Internet is shaped like a hand? I see this as another opportunity to channel love. Every time a cursor is pointing at a link, a user, or whatever, I see the hand as giving out love.

There are infinite vessels to channel love into, and there are infinite opportunities to love.

And the love that I give is returned multiplied a zillion-fold and round and round it goes.

Is Love personal or impersonal?

Love is impersonal and personal and impersonal and personal...ad infinitum.

Enocia

Related articles: Allowing Yourself to Feel So Deeply Cherished; Love, the Great Motivator; The Joy of Giving; An Ocean of Universal Energy; Receiving Unlimited Good; The Game of Receiving; The Personal and Impersonal Nature of God

What a Hoot!

2006-06-22T11:12:00.000+01:00

There is so much entertainment in London that you don't have to pay for; it's usually right where you are.

Yesterday evening, the bus I was on was at a bus stop. Just as a man was about to enter the bus, the driver closed the doors. He looked well peeved about missing the bus. He banged on the doors. The driver opened the doors and he came in. He still looked angry.

At the next stop, about two minutes walk away, the man got off the bus.

All that drama, just for one stop. Hahaha.

Enocia

Love is a Fan

2006-06-21T10:35:00.000+01:00

One can get really carried away by the wave of city life where you walk really fast, talk really fast, and eat really fast. What's the rush? What would it be like to slow down and let Life move you?

I've just got on a bus. I head upstairs. The right side in front have vacant seats so I sit in front. Aha, now I see why other passengers have avoided this side of the bus, because it's in the sun. Not to worry, I'll be fine

The bus is now stuck in traffic. Just as well someone has left a piece of paper in front. I use it to fan myself. At first I fan myself in rapid movements. Then I close my eyes and rest in silence. I can now feel the rhythm changing of its own accord, as if the paper has taken a life of its own. The rhythm has slowed down considerably. I am no longer fanning myself, I am being fanned. I open my eyes and observe the hand moving in slow motion but effectively: back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.

The bus continues to crawl along. The fan goes back and forth.

A young woman sits beside me. She takes out a piece of paper from her bag and fans herself in short bursts.

In the meantime, the hand is still fanning my face in slow, lazy movements - back and forth.

The bus is still plodding along. The hand doesn't stop fanning until I get to my destination.

When I put the paper down my hand is vibrating.

There is a power that is all around us. It is gentle, soft, nurturing and tender rather like a mother stroking her new-born baby. This power is Infinite Love.

If only we could just surrender to this power and let Her love us in Her own way.

Loving all,
Enocia

Related articles: Allowing Yourself to Feel So Deeply Cherished; Let Love Do the Work; Endless Love

Free Willy

2006-06-20T11:38:00.000+01:00

I'm riding on a bus on my way home. The guy on the seat below is reading a newspaper. Then I notice he's got something in his hand. Are my eyes deceiving me? Is that guy tossing off on a bus right in front of me? I do a second take. He is tossing off! Blimey!

Decisions, decisions! Do I ignore what he's doing? No, I don't want him giving me ideas. Do I tell him to put his willy back in his trousers or do I get someone else to do it for me? I know, I'll get the bus driver to do it.

I knock on the driver's cubicle. "Excuse me, there's a guy flashing in here. Come and see."

"What? I can't hear you."

I'm trying to sound as discreet as I can as I don't wish to alert the other passengers. "I said, there's a guy flashing."

"What did you say?" says the driver. "Did you say a car is flashing behind me?"

For crying out loud. "No, I said there's a guy...look, why don't you stop the bus and I'll tell you."

The driver pulls up at the next stop. "What did you say?"

"I said there's a guy flashing his WILLY!"

Thanks a lot, now I've got everyone's attention.

"Oh I see, do you want me to call the police?"

"No, I just want you to tell him to put his willy back in his trousers."

Too late, my flasher friend has made a discreet exit.

I'm all for expressing free will but I certainly don't want to see a free willy on my bus journey, thank you very much.

No sex please, I am British!

Enocia

This story inspired a friend to write a poem. It is untitled.

Am I being silly when I take out little willy
To while away the time when on the bus.
Indulge in inter-crural fantasy
While 'she' pretends she cannot see
And wants to tell but not cause too much fuss.
Now I have to get off before my stop
And stop before I come.
There's no doubt there's a lot of folk
Just willing to spoil my fun.

(c) 2006 Lincoln Wakefield

No Drama

2006-06-20T09:20:00.001+01:00

Yesterday, the single deck bus I was on hit a cyclist. By the time the driver and I ran to the scene, the cyclist had got up and was more concerned with his bicycle than anything else. He said he was fine. The driver and eye witnesses kept insisting that the cyclist be sent to the hospital, but the cyclist insisted he didn't want an ambulance; he was OK. He said he was a warrior with supernatural powers and he was perfectly OK. I knew where the driver was coming from. After all, in Divine Love there are no accidents. But it took a while to convince the bus driver as she was really upset.

The bus driver called her superior for advice. The curious thing was they couldn't hear what she was saying. The man on the radio kept asking her to repeat herself. It was as if Divine Love was saying, "There's nothing to report." I held her hand though as she needed support. She also asked me if I could give her my name and address as they wanted a witness. I didn't want to give my private address so I gave her my email instead.

I went back outside to see the cyclist. He assured me he was fine but he was concerned about his bicycle. He walked away with his bicycle beside him.

One passenger said she couldn't believe the man could be hit and not need medical assistance. She said he was probably in shock and it was going to kick in later. I told her the man was perfectly fine now and will be OK. She seemed to accept this and let it go.

After the driver had calmed down, we all got back on board the bus and we were off. Before I got off the bus, I reassured the driver that the cyclist was perfectly OK and to let the incident go. I gave her a hug and told her to be at peace.

Miracles happen when we let go of the drama of cause/effect and trust in Love.

Enocia

Related articles: Grace in Action; No Other Law But God; Law and Grace

ps: I never heard from the bus company, which is understandable as nothing really did happen for me to witness.

Love, the Great Motivator

2006-06-19T12:31:00.002+01:00

We all share the one love but our experience of love depends on what you're prepared to give. What you're prepared to give is what motivates you. If what motivates you is personal love for your family, friends, job, music, money, personal interests, then that's how much love you are open to experience. Love gives you the resources that commensurate with your motivation; no more, no less. The Queen is considered to be self-less. Thus, what motivates the Queen is serving the Commonwealth. You could say the Queen's experience of love is as huge as the Commonwealth.

It's a stiflingly hot day. I'm on my way to Richmond Park, my favourite park in London. I am chatting to two women on the bus. They have just come from Kew Gardens where they sat in the shades to keep cool. One asks me where I am headed. I tell her.

"It's a bit of a walk up the hill but it's a nice view at the top," she says.

"Yeah," I say, "the only thing that's motivating me to climb that hill is I intend to gorge myself on blackberries on the way up."

"That sounds lovely. Hopefully, the berries will be out early," the other woman says. "Have you got a bag with you?"

"Yup, I have a carrier bag. I'm going to pick some to take home with me."

We chat until I reach my stop. Both women wish me happy walking and gorging. As I walk up the hill I head for the blackberry bushes but can't find any berries. It must be too early in the season for them. My attention has been so focused on finding berries I have reached the top of the hill in no time. In other words, my love for blackberries has given me so much energy, the walk uphill has been effortless.

A few months back on another walk, I pulled a nerve on my hip or so it felt like. It felt strange having this experience as I'm so used to my walks being effortless. When I got off the bus I prayed for God to get me home. It seemed to take ages to walk the few minutes from the bus station. A young woman standing at the top of my road beckoned me over. She said she was moving to a house in the next road. Could I help her carry her bag? I could have told her I couldn't possibly help because I was in agony. Instead, I trusted I had the resources within me. So I helped her carry her bag. She was lovely to chat to. She had just moved from the other side of London. I walked her to her new home, waited until her new flatmate opened the door, gave her a hug, and wished her well. As for the pain in my hip, it had completely vanished.

No matter what we do, love motivates us. If you want your experience of love to expand then your motivation has to expand.

How motivated are you?

Enocia

Weaning

2006-06-18T12:44:00.003+01:00

"If you are willing to renounce the role of guardian of your thought system and open it to me, I will correct it very gently and lead you back to God." A Course in Miracles

"Human life is beset with sorrow until we know how to tune in with the Divine Will, whose 'right course' is often baffling to the egoistic intelligence. God bears the burden of the cosmos; He alone can give unerring counsel." Autobiography of a Yogi

Imagine a mother breast-feeding her new-born baby. The mother continues breast-feeding for as long as she thinks is appropriate. As the mother knows her baby has become accustomed to this way of feeding, she doesn't force the baby to stop having breast milk. She weans the baby slowly off the milk until one day the baby no longer craves breast-milk but feeds only on solid food.

The human experience is the equivalent of indulging in breast milk and then having to be weaned off it. We come into this experience as perfect eternal beings but then we are programmed with the many human beliefs such as health, nutrition, religion, etc until we come to see ourselves as "only human" that is subject to suffering, disease, old age and death. We have forgotten who we are as the one perfect and glorious Spirit.

One day you hear the "calling" for you to get on the "spiritual" path and there starts the process of undoing all you've learned. In truth, the calling to walk the "spiritual path" is from the one Spirit that we all are. Everyone is called. The Spirit works with each individual according to how ready he is to give up a particular belief, and guides the individual gently back home. In truth, we've never left home; we are living at home in Spirit right now, but our beliefs that we are mortals make it feel as if we're away from home.

Now, while many of the spiritual teachings out there are useful, it is important to bear in mind that they are only guides/maps only. Only the Spirit, our real Self can guide each individual to realise Self. This means though we are all walking the one spiritual path as in awakening to who we are, we are all on different paths because each of us is at different levels of realising Self.

One belief Spirit has been gradually weaning me off is the belief that I can't possibly survive without water. Before I go into this in further details, let me quote part of an article someone posted at a forum yesterday, which inspired me to write this article:

"According to a study published by the American Journal of Epidemiology (Vol. 155, No.9) people that drink five or more glasses of plain water a day have a much lower risk of fatal coronary heart disease compared to those who drink less than two glasses per day.

[...]

"Drinking plenty of water is a simple lifestyle change that anybody can adopt and while not as glamorous, the degree of benefits surpasses that of drinking small amounts of alcohol or taking aspirin (with non of the adverse side effects). It is also clear that adopting this practice has the potential of saving tens of thousands of lives each year and saving billions in “heath care” costs.

"So… whether you go to camping to the high desert looking for solitude or to the local urban jungle looking for the latest at the mall, remember that carrying water for your journey (and drink along the way) might be the ultimate act of love... to your heart." Is Drinking Plenty of Water an Act of Love?
Like a mother, the Spirit has been gently weaning me out of my dependency on water. First of all I was inspired to study the book Science and Health by Mary Baker Eddy which I cannot recommend highly enough. The book is the Christian Science textbook. It helped me challenge many false beliefs I had about health. I was so inspired I considered becoming a member of the religion but the Voice of Spirit advised me to simply study the textbook as a guide only and move on.

Back to the belief I had about water. I used to love bottled water. After my school visit to the local sewage works, when we were shown how London tap water is recycled, who can blame me for never wanting to touch the stuff? There came a point when I couldn't afford to buy expensive brands so it was time to test out some Truth from "Science and Health." Could I survive without my favourite brand of water? I started buying cheaper brands. I was still alive. Then I stopped buying bottled water and started drinking tap water. Still healthy. Then I started drinking water from public toilets as I felt the need. What do you know? I was alive and kicking! I found I still needed to drink lots of water during the day. Could it be I still had the belief that I needed a litre (or is it 2 litres) of water a day, as experts tell us? Gradually, I was weaned out of that belief. For the last year I've been going through a whole day and not drinking any water and only having some late at night. It's not that I'm depriving myself, it's simply because I stopped thinking about it. And when I don't think about water, I'm not thirsty.

For the last few months I've only been eating one meal a day with some tissue paper in between. Again, I'm not hungry because I don't think about food. I'm sustained by my work. I have so much energy. Even when we had the heat wave last week, I've still been out and about with no thought for food and drink, though I have had the occasional chocolate.

Waking up for me is about being weaned out of different habits. That's what I believe time is for. And each of us is being given assistance tailored to our particular needs.

Back to the article, do I believe drinking water is an act of love? Yes I do because, as I see it, water is Love in manifestation. However, I do not share the paradigm in the article. It makes no difference whether I drink or don't drink water, I am unchanging Love.

Nothing can be added to or taken away from Love.

Enocia

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Let Love Do the Work

2006-06-17T12:55:00.000+01:00

"For it is God which worketh in you both to will and to do of his good pleasure." Philippians 2: 13

When I focus on being Love, things flow effortlessly.

While I was working in the library the other day I noticed my time was running out. I asked the librarian to extend my time. He said I had already asked for more time as my time had been extended. I hadn't physically asked for more time, obviously a part of me had. This has happened several times.

Last night I left the bath running while I got undressed. When I returned I saw that the hot water tap had been turned off without my physically having to do so. The cold water was still running though. When the water reached my preferred temperature, I turned it off.

Right now I'm in a different library. When I first tried to post on my blog it kept coming up with an error message. I knew it wasn't a Blogger problem but there was a "fault" on the network. When this has happened before, I've asked to be moved to another computer but the problem has persisted. This time I focused on what I wanted to achieve and gave the "error" no further thought. Now it's working perfectly.

There's no need for me to force things to happen, just be the Love that I am and trust in Love to do what needs to be done.

Enocia

My Calling

2006-06-17T12:31:00.000+01:00

Two people asked me recently if I was a nurse. They both said I had a peaceful and healing presence which reminded them of a nurse.

Nursing has never appealed to me though I've done energy and spiritual healing in the past.

I feel my "calling" is twofold.

First, being the Love that I am wherever I am, and then letting Love do Her work.

Second, sharing in writing, my experiences, insights and realisations of Love in action.

With love,
Enocia

Who am I?

2006-06-17T11:49:00.000+01:00

On a bus ride into town yesterday I closed my eyes and felt myself slipping deeper and deeper in stillness. At one point I "woke" up but couldn't remember who I was or where I was. I felt quite fluid. I enjoyed the moment of being without identity or location then I remembered I was on a bus travelling to a destination in London.

What would have happened if I'd remembered myself as being in a town in America, would I have found myself in that location, I wonder?

I've also noticed that while I'm travelling on the bus with my eyes closed in silence, I find the journey moves very quickly, at least it feels that way to me.

Who am I really?

Enocia

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The Chapel

2006-06-17T10:43:00.000+01:00

Yesterday, I spent some time in the Tyburn Convent chapel based in central London. I've been meaning to visit for quite some time; for some reason yesterday seemed like the perfect moment. Inside the chapel, a metal railing separates the visitors/worshippers from the nun within the enclosure.

What struck me was the tangible presence of peace/stillness within the chapel. I see the chapel as a physical representation of the inner silence/stillness we all have within us, though I experience inner silence as having a sound that is immensely blissful.

If you've never experienced the stillness within, the chapel (or similar type places) is a good place to start to remind you of the stillness that you are. I believe you don't have to always physically visit the chapel to experience its peace; all you have to do is remember what it felt like while you were there and you can evoke the same feeling.

It's wonderful to have a place of peace within the hustle and bustle of the shopping capital that one can escape to.

It's wonderful to know that I have a chapel within from where I experience the world.

Peace and Love from the Inner Chapel,
Enocia

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Universal Consciousness

2006-06-16T10:05:00.000+01:00

There is only one Power that is undivided. Another name for the one Power is Universal Consciousness.

Imagine you're lying on the beach when a few grains of sand rise up and sit in the palm of your hand. There are 100 in total. You also discover they can speak your language.

Grains of sand: What are you doing on our beach? We demand you leave at once.

You: What do you mean "your beach"?

Grains of sand: This is our beach.

You: How can this be your beach? There are only a hundred of you. One hundred grains of sand does not a beach make.

Grains of sand: But, we are the beach.

You: I don't think so. The beach consists of all the grains of sand here. I tell you what, get all the grains to agree to your proposal and I'll consider it.

Grains of sand: This is only our idea, the others don't share our view.

You: In that case, as far as I'm concerned, you do not exist. You are NOTHING.

The grains of sand slink through your fingers in disgrace.

While you're having a bath later, a few drops of water catch your attention.

Few drops of water: Excuse me, why don't you let us wash you?

You: You're only a few drops of water. What can you do?

Few drops of water: We can do a very good job, we assure you.

You: Do you hear how pathetic you sound. As far as I'm concerned you do not exist. You are NOTHING. Now go away and let me enjoy my nice bath in peace.

The drops of water merge into the bath water and are heard of no more.

Universal consciousness is all or nothing.

When you have a universal consciousness you realise that your actions affect not only the human race but all in the universe because all is one. However, when you have a consciousness of being separate you're like the hundred grains of sand demanding to be recognised as a beach. No one is going to recognise you let alone take you seriously.

If you want to be recognised as a beach then include all the grains of sand.

If you want to be recognised as a bath of water then include the limitless drops of water than make up the whole.

If you want your actions to matter, then see all as part of you. Otherwise, you're a lone voice crying in the dark, a NOTHING.

All is One.

Enocia

With Boundaries Yet Boundless

2006-06-15T09:44:00.000+01:00

Life seems to be a paradox of boundaries versus boundlessness.

On the one hand I have boundaries. For instance, I would never post my private address on this blog. I have even had to disable the comments field in my blogs because I don't have the time to respond to all the comments. Readers are welcome to send comments to my email address which I always try to respond to.

What appears as my physical body also has boundaries. It stopped growing ages ago though it does rejuvenate itself. Imagine if our bodies never stopped growing. What would life be like? You would seriously only need one person on earth. Before you know it that individual has outgrown earth and spread throughout the galaxy.

On the other hand, the one Infinite Self that is life is without boundaries; Self is boundless. Self has no limits and is unconditioned. This means that Self can appear as infinite forms in infinite ways. If I'm going to identify myself as Self then this must also mean I am boundless.

How does one translate the apparent paradox - having boundaries yet boundless - into the human experience?

Though I have a visible body that is attributable to Enocia, it is not my only body. I have infinite bodies in forms to work through. I also have a formless body that is invisible. Let's say I have an idea of creating a healing centre. As the self called Enocia, I cannot do this on my own; but as Infinite Self, I can work through many forms and bring them all together so we can create the centre.

This blog is another example of the one Self working through many instruments. I, Enocia, did not design the original blog templates, nor did I come up with the idea for the Internet; Self did. Self worked through many instruments to get the Internet going and to create this blog which I am now using. Self then works through many instruments who become part of the stories I share in my blogs. And another thing, though I refer to the blogs as mine, they belong to the Infinite Self.

To recap, the way to be boundless while having a human experience, which has boundaries, is to see all life as part of myself. Put another way, I identify myself not as Enocia the human but Enocia the Infinite Self.

I am Infinite Self.

Enocia

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Seed, Fruit, or All of the Above?

2006-06-14T11:44:00.000+01:00

Recently, a dear friend from America emailed me about how his garden is producing some nice tomatoes. He sent me a photo of the three types of tomatoes they have: Big Beef (tough skin), Roma (medium size) and Cherry (small and sweet and great for salads).

This got me thinking about what it means to be a seed.

In order for a seed to explore what it's like to be a tomato, it has to leave his tomato parents and start as a seed. While the seed is out there exploring life as a tomato, he is never alone because he has all the resources he needs to be a tomato. He simply needs to remember that he is not only one with all tomatoes, he is all the tomatoes there are.

Alas, as soon as some seeds hit the soil they promptly forget who they are. There now starts the long process of remembering their true identity.

Some seeds see themselves as seeds struggling to become a tomato.
Some seeds see themselves as a particular type of tomato.
Some seeds see themselves as all the tomatoes there are.

The human experience is similar to a seed that appears to have separated from God and yet we are always one with God. What we call evolution is levels of awareness of who we are.

Some people see themselves as "only human" and identify themselves as their genes, race, gender, sexuality, nationality, class, religion, beliefs etc.

Some people see themselves as their emotions and thoughts.

Some people see themselves as God, the All That Is.

If you see yourself as only human - only a seed - then you'll appear to be under the influence of whatever beliefs you have at the time.

If you see yourself as the All That Is - all the tomatoes there are - you have infinite potential. Life is effortless. You don't need to worry about how to be a tomato, tomatoes are being you. You don't need to worry about life, life is living you.

I am the All That Is with particular preference for cherry tomatoes.

Enocia

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Only Love

2006-06-11T12:22:00.000+01:00

Realisation of one's true self is living with the awareness that there is only Love. Right where I am, right where you are, is Infinite Love. We are all being the ocean of Love.

There is, therefore, no need to look outside of yourself as there is nothing outside of you. Any books, literature, and ideas you are drawn to are mere reflections of the Love that You are/I am being in the Now.

You are Infinite Love.
I am Infinite Love.

I am the Love I seek.
You are the Love you seek.

Because I already am Love all I have to do is love as it is my nature. I can start right now by loving myself as I am now.

I love my body as it is now.
I love life as it is now whether I'm happy with it or not

I am love; I love; I am loved.

Enocia

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