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With love,
Enocia
Monday, 5 March 2007
Welcome
"There are many techniques to help you get to the mountain top. Little is written by those who know there is nowhere to go but to live life now." Destination NowhereWell, this blog is it.
Life is about experiencing love in every moment, as I see it anyway.
Life is about being myself.
Life is a destination to nowhere.
This is life as I know it.
For my current and previous blogs see My Other Blogs.
Unless otherwise stated, all articles are copyright © 2007-2012 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...
Enocia
Articles in Alphabetical Order
--A--
A Reminder to Be Myself
Angels are All Around Us
--B--
Be Careful What You Daydream About!
Be Love and the Rest Follows
Be the Love You Wish to Experience
Beauty
Beauty Secrets
--C--
Commitment
Counting Sheep - Dedicated to a Dear Friend
--D--
Destination Nowhere
Dreams Can Come True, But...
Deuce, the Perfect Love Match
--E--
Emergency
Evidence of Knowing
--F--
Far Out!
Friendship
--G--
Going Nowhere Fast
Gratitude
--H--
Happiness
Hospital Drama
How Deep is Your Love?
--I--
I AM
I Love London
I Love You Just the Way You Are
Ideas in Mind
Ideas in Mind - Part 2
Infinite Intelligence Needs No Assistance
--L--
Let Go and Let All
Let Life Happen
Life as I Know It
--M--
Manual or Automatic Mentality
Marriage
Masks
Masks - Part 2
--N--
Nectar
Nature or Nurture?
No Colour or Creed
No Fear!
Non-Judgment and Faith
--O--
One in Love
One Love, Infinite Hugs
One Mind, One Intention
Order in Disorder
--P--
Party Tricks
Preaching to the Unconverted
Publicity Stunts
--R--
Rules
--S--
Space, the Final Frontier
Staying True to Self
Sweetness and Light
--T--
The Master
The Weaker, the Stronger
Thought of the Day
Tintin Books I've Now Read
Trusting in Love
--W--
What Difference Does It Make How Love Expresses?
What is Family?
What's the Use?
--Y--
You Do It!
Saturday, 3 March 2007
One Mind, One Intention
My mother was hoping she was going to be discharged from hospital today but the hospital staff hadn't confirmed it. I told her yesterday that I would call this morning to confirm whether she was coming home or not.
I had it in mind to wake up early and cook us dinner just in case. Around the time I planned to wake up, I didn't feel like it. I figured I would rest for another hour which kept extending. Finally, I rang up the hospital to check whether mum was being discharged today. The nurse said she would let me know if she's being discharged on Monday. That answers my question, mum is staying in hospital over the weekend.
It would seem I was picking up on the one intention of all concerned when I didn't feel like getting up and cooking. Not that cooking is my forte.
When you identify yourself as the One Mind, then you align yourself with the intention of all.
Enocia
I had it in mind to wake up early and cook us dinner just in case. Around the time I planned to wake up, I didn't feel like it. I figured I would rest for another hour which kept extending. Finally, I rang up the hospital to check whether mum was being discharged today. The nurse said she would let me know if she's being discharged on Monday. That answers my question, mum is staying in hospital over the weekend.
It would seem I was picking up on the one intention of all concerned when I didn't feel like getting up and cooking. Not that cooking is my forte.
When you identify yourself as the One Mind, then you align yourself with the intention of all.
Enocia
Order in Disorder
When I went to the library to use their computers, I was told that most of them were stolen last night. A while back the computers in the children's section were stolen but they didn't replaced them. No doubt, the thieves returned to finish off the job they started.
At first I felt angry and then sadness. I feel sad for the users who are being deprived of the use of these facilities; I feel sad for the library staff who are obviously affected by this chaos; and I feel sad for the thieves who felt the need to did this.
I know that underneath the mask of disorder there is order.
Love and light to everyone concerned.
Enocia
Related article: Hospital Drama; As I Love Others, I am Loving Myself
At first I felt angry and then sadness. I feel sad for the users who are being deprived of the use of these facilities; I feel sad for the library staff who are obviously affected by this chaos; and I feel sad for the thieves who felt the need to did this.
I know that underneath the mask of disorder there is order.
Love and light to everyone concerned.
Enocia
Related article: Hospital Drama; As I Love Others, I am Loving Myself
Friday, 2 March 2007
How Deep is Your Love?
The other day I spoke to my thirteen year old nephew about school. He showed me his school diary, which had his timetable at the back. I quizzed him about the subjects he studied at school. I told him I didn’t like history and geography at school. I wasn't too crazy about maths either. He said most people don't like maths.
"You're very good at it though," his mother said.
"It doesn't mean I like it."
"In that case, maths loves you," I said.
I could relate to my nephew's experience. At secondary school I was very good at French. I found it very easy. I always got the top marks in French and I won prizes for French. French seemed to love me and I enjoyed being with French. It was as if French and I were having a affair; nothing too serious just harmless fun. There came a point when French wanted us to get more serious - was I ready to make a commitment and study French at an Advanced Level? I tried to make it work, really I did, but my heart wasn't in it; so I dumped French. I knew French would find someone who felt as deeply for Him.
For me, self-realisation is like being in a relationship. It started off as frivolous fun, and I was very happy with it. There came a time when I was expected to make a commitment. Did I love Self just as much as He loved me? Although I cared very deeply about Self, it felt heavy and didn't seem like a lot of fun; so I blew hot and cold. Eventually, I made the commitment. To my utter amazement I discovered that a deeper love of and exploration of Self is not only fun but filled with endless joy and wonder.
It will be interesting to see if my nephew grows to love maths. I know his ambition is to be a footballer (soccer player) but his parents don't share his vision. Will he end up being a maths teacher or a footballer who is very good at maths?
In love forever.
Enocia
Related articles: Deuce, the Perfect Love Match; Marriage; Destination Nowhere; To My Beloved; Some Thoughts on Meditation - Haha; The Point of No Return; Can Self-Realisation Be Taught?
"You're very good at it though," his mother said.
"It doesn't mean I like it."
"In that case, maths loves you," I said.
I could relate to my nephew's experience. At secondary school I was very good at French. I found it very easy. I always got the top marks in French and I won prizes for French. French seemed to love me and I enjoyed being with French. It was as if French and I were having a affair; nothing too serious just harmless fun. There came a point when French wanted us to get more serious - was I ready to make a commitment and study French at an Advanced Level? I tried to make it work, really I did, but my heart wasn't in it; so I dumped French. I knew French would find someone who felt as deeply for Him.
For me, self-realisation is like being in a relationship. It started off as frivolous fun, and I was very happy with it. There came a time when I was expected to make a commitment. Did I love Self just as much as He loved me? Although I cared very deeply about Self, it felt heavy and didn't seem like a lot of fun; so I blew hot and cold. Eventually, I made the commitment. To my utter amazement I discovered that a deeper love of and exploration of Self is not only fun but filled with endless joy and wonder.
It will be interesting to see if my nephew grows to love maths. I know his ambition is to be a footballer (soccer player) but his parents don't share his vision. Will he end up being a maths teacher or a footballer who is very good at maths?
In love forever.
Enocia
Related articles: Deuce, the Perfect Love Match; Marriage; Destination Nowhere; To My Beloved; Some Thoughts on Meditation - Haha; The Point of No Return; Can Self-Realisation Be Taught?
Emergency
Listen up Spirit! I don't want you to tell me how to do things; I don't need your help; I just want You to DO IT! You Do It!When everything seems to be going well, we don't look to God, do we? Who cares about a higher power when life is perfect? As soon as something goes wrong, that's when we all cry out to our Gods.
Last night as I watching television I felt a sharp pain in my leg. I instantly asked Love to express through the leg and it happened. The pain was dissolved in no time.
Calling out for help, whether in the form of prayer or to others, is like calling for an ambulance when you have a medical crisis. The paramedic is Grace in action. The moment the crisis is over, we're back to doing our own thing.
What if we lived as if every moment was an emergency situation? This means we will be permanently living under Grace. Grace pays no attention to man's beliefs; Grace loves no matter what our beliefs and expectations.
I see, feel, hear, taste and smell by Grace.
I walk by Grace.
I live by Grace.
I live every moment as if it's an emergency.
Help!
Enocia
Related articles: Manual or Automatic Mentality; Prayer; Come, Let Me Kiss You Better!; Grace in Action; Grace Revisited; Dear God, What is Your Will For Me?; The Meaning of Praying Without Ceasing
What is Family?
Yesterday afternoon I went to visit my mother in hospital. She was feeling a lot better and chatting to her friend who was visiting. For some reason I felt exhausted, which was very unlike me. I told mum it was only going to be a very short visit as I was tired. I stayed for an hour and then set off to catch the bus that comes to the hospital. As I was approaching the bus stop I saw it leaving. Damn! Now I'm going to have to wait for another half an hour. Why am I feeling so drained?
I shook off the "drained" feeling and centred myself in Love. After a few minutes of waiting I decided to walk to the main road and catch another bus from there.
At the exit I wasn't sure whether I should turn left or right. On the left I saw a man walking with his head down. I ran up to him and asked him if he could direct me to the main road. He offered to give me a lift in his car as he was going in that direction.
On the way I asked him if he'd been to the hospital. He said he'd been visiting his wife who has been diagnosed with anaemia. He said it all happened suddenly. The consultant has recommended that she has heart surgery but she doesn't want to. She simply wants to go home. He said he was going to take her home the next day. She would then have six weeks to think about whether she wants the surgery or not. He said he can't force her to have it, he can only support her decision.
"Do you have any kids?" I said.
"No, we don't," he said. "I've sometimes wondered whether it's a good or bad thing not having kids."
"I was only asking because I was wondering if you had family support."
"No, it's just me and my wife."
My friend said that during the last few weeks it's been one thing after another. First, his brother passed away in Cyprus, where he's originally from. His mother died soon after. He believed it must have got too much for his wife.
"How are you feeling?" I said.
"Me, I'm just trying to be strong for my wife."
When we arrived at the point when he could have dropped me off, he suggested he took me further down where I could catch a bus that would take me all the way home.
As we parted company he thanked me for listening, and I thanked him for giving me a lift.
Later my mother's friend rang to find out how she was. She hasn't been able to visit mum because she hasn't been feeling well either. I told her about the man who had given me a lift.
"Was he white or black?" she asked.
"White."
"When you don't have the spirit of fear, you can let love work through you," she said.
She was implying that I had gone into the man's car without fearing for my safety. We've had this conversation before when she asked me how I could walk in our neighbourhood after dark. I told her that Love is ever present and there's nothing to fear.
The thought of not accepting the lift never occurred to me. As I see it, Love wanted me to give and receive support and I acquiesced. It felt to me like the man was my dad giving me a lift, and I was his daughter being there for him.
What is family anyway? Everyone is my family; and family members give one another support as and when the need arises. I was glad to be there for my dad.
Enocia
Related articles: No Fear!; Support; The One Brotherhood of Man; As I Love Others, I am Loving Myself; You are Not Alone!; Trust; Making Love
I shook off the "drained" feeling and centred myself in Love. After a few minutes of waiting I decided to walk to the main road and catch another bus from there.
At the exit I wasn't sure whether I should turn left or right. On the left I saw a man walking with his head down. I ran up to him and asked him if he could direct me to the main road. He offered to give me a lift in his car as he was going in that direction.
On the way I asked him if he'd been to the hospital. He said he'd been visiting his wife who has been diagnosed with anaemia. He said it all happened suddenly. The consultant has recommended that she has heart surgery but she doesn't want to. She simply wants to go home. He said he was going to take her home the next day. She would then have six weeks to think about whether she wants the surgery or not. He said he can't force her to have it, he can only support her decision.
"Do you have any kids?" I said.
"No, we don't," he said. "I've sometimes wondered whether it's a good or bad thing not having kids."
"I was only asking because I was wondering if you had family support."
"No, it's just me and my wife."
My friend said that during the last few weeks it's been one thing after another. First, his brother passed away in Cyprus, where he's originally from. His mother died soon after. He believed it must have got too much for his wife.
"How are you feeling?" I said.
"Me, I'm just trying to be strong for my wife."
When we arrived at the point when he could have dropped me off, he suggested he took me further down where I could catch a bus that would take me all the way home.
As we parted company he thanked me for listening, and I thanked him for giving me a lift.
Later my mother's friend rang to find out how she was. She hasn't been able to visit mum because she hasn't been feeling well either. I told her about the man who had given me a lift.
"Was he white or black?" she asked.
"White."
"When you don't have the spirit of fear, you can let love work through you," she said.
She was implying that I had gone into the man's car without fearing for my safety. We've had this conversation before when she asked me how I could walk in our neighbourhood after dark. I told her that Love is ever present and there's nothing to fear.
The thought of not accepting the lift never occurred to me. As I see it, Love wanted me to give and receive support and I acquiesced. It felt to me like the man was my dad giving me a lift, and I was his daughter being there for him.
What is family anyway? Everyone is my family; and family members give one another support as and when the need arises. I was glad to be there for my dad.
Enocia
Related articles: No Fear!; Support; The One Brotherhood of Man; As I Love Others, I am Loving Myself; You are Not Alone!; Trust; Making Love
Thursday, 1 March 2007
Infinite Intelligence Needs No Assistance
While I was visiting my mother in hospital, she mentioned that she was feeling constipated. My sister-in-law suggested she ask the nurse for something to help her along. Later when the nurse arrived, my mother asked him for some tablets for constipation. He said sometimes after an operation it can take time for the system to get back to normal. He advised mum to keep eating lots of fruits.
Mum said she was sure the fruits were going to do the job. I told her I don't eat much fruit and I have free movement. Besides, why do we need to help the system anyway. Infinite Intelligence that makes the planets, stars, galaxies, suns appear is the same Intelligence quickening our bodies. Infinite Intelligence needs no assistance, we simply need to let IT do its work.
I am under no other law but Love.
Enocia
Related articles: The Law of Love; No Other Law But God; Co-Creating with God; Receive What Has Already Been Given; Our True Wealth
Mum said she was sure the fruits were going to do the job. I told her I don't eat much fruit and I have free movement. Besides, why do we need to help the system anyway. Infinite Intelligence that makes the planets, stars, galaxies, suns appear is the same Intelligence quickening our bodies. Infinite Intelligence needs no assistance, we simply need to let IT do its work.
I am under no other law but Love.
Enocia
Related articles: The Law of Love; No Other Law But God; Co-Creating with God; Receive What Has Already Been Given; Our True Wealth
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