Destination Nowhere

New Dreams

2007-03-05T14:22:00.000Z

Thanks for stopping by.

I've come to realise that this blog is going nowhere.

This blog is now closed. I feel the need to dream bigger dreams. For more stories see Lucid Dreamer.

With love,
Enocia

Welcome

2007-03-05T12:35:00.022Z

"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 Nowhere
Well, 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!

One Mind, One Intention

2007-03-03T13:51:00.000Z

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

Order in Disorder

2007-03-03T13:18:00.000Z

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

How Deep is Your Love?

2007-03-02T15:06:00.000Z

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

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Emergency

2007-03-02T11:37:00.000Z

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

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What is Family?

2007-03-02T09:59:00.000Z

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

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Infinite Intelligence Needs No Assistance

2007-03-01T11:07:00.000Z

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

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Manual or Automatic Mentality

2007-02-28T13:52:00.000Z

As my brother was giving me a lift home, I noticed he was only driving with one foot. I pointed this out to him. Then I remembered his car was automatic. He said he only uses one leg while he stretches the other one.

The last time I drove a car when I was learning to drive it was a manual car. Then you have to fiddle with changing the gears. With automatic there's none of that struggling, the car does it automatically for you.

It got me thinking about mentality. There seems to be two types of mindsets: the automatic and the manual.

One with a manual mindset likes to do things on his own. He is a great thinker and wonders about how things should pan out.

One with an automatic mindset lets things happen. He doesn't think about ideas, he simply receives ideas. He doesn't wonder about the how of things, he simply knows.

Is it possible for the manual mindset to be automatic? Yes, by simply letting the automatic mentality take over.

OK, drive on.

Enocia

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One in Love

2007-02-28T13:18:00.000Z

"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
Since my mother has been away in the hospital it hasn't made any difference at all. I still feel her presence in the flat.

In fact, I am always feeling everyone's presence wherever I am. I even feel my uncle's presence, and he "passed away" three years ago.

There is no time or space between those who love one another. We are all one in love.

Enocia

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What Difference Does It Make How Love Expresses?

2007-02-28T10:15:00.000Z

When I went to visit my mother in hospital yesterday, I noticed she had lots of fruits, which her daughter-in-law and a friend had brought for her. I said the fruits were a reminder of how good things come from everywhere. I said sometimes when we are set in our ways about how things should turn out, we are not open for good to come from other channels.

Mum agreed. She said her operation could have been done a lot sooner if she wasn't so adamant that a certain consultant should perform it. Her GP (General Practitioner/doctor) had recommended this particular consultant. After the initial consultation, he agreed to perform the operation; mum was then allocated a date for the surgery. The date was then moved forward because the consultant wasn't going to be available. What mum didn't tell me was that she'd been offered the option of another consultant performing the operation in January. Mum chose to wait till the end of February for her operation. A few days before the date, the hospital rang to notify her that her consultant wasn't going to be available after all. Was she willing to have another consultant perform the operation two days early? By then mum was getting pretty desperate so she agreed. If she had insisted on waiting for the consultant, I daresay she would have been waiting for another month, even longer.

When mum told me she had decided to have another consultant perform the surgery, I reminded her that it didn't matter who performed the operation. All that matters is that Divine Love will be working through the instruments - surgeon and nurses - concerned.

Divine Love meets us exactly where we are at i.e. Love expresses according to our beliefs. Love will work through any channel or channels to do the healing; we simply need to be open.

Enocia

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Be Love and the Rest Follows

2007-02-27T15:30:00.000Z

A book with no words is meaningless. It is the words that transform the blank pages into a book. Love is, therefore, the empty space/blank pages taking form as the words, sentences, paragraphs, chapters, stories...and book.

A building with no rooms is just a building with empty space. It is the partitions or rooms in the buildings that transform the building into a home or an office block. Love is, therefore, the empty space taking form as a house with bedrooms, bathrooms, kitchen, lounge, garage etc; or as offices, shops, restaurants, etc.

Be Love/space, and you are being that which is infinite possibility.

Enocia

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One Love, Infinite Hugs

2007-02-27T14:52:00.000Z

A few days ago I thought of a friend I usually see in the library. As I haven't seen her in a while I wondered how she was. The next time I was in the library she was there. After exchanging hugs she told me about a man she'd seen at Hyde Park offering free hugs and she accepted his hug. I said I once saw a video on YouTube about a man offering free hugs. I wondered whether it was the same man.

Today I received an email from another friend about a man offering free hugs, which I forwarded to my library friend.

It just shows that there is only the One Love. Love is always listening to our conversations and shape-shifting Herself to meet our expectations.

One love, infinite hugs to be shared. Free Hugs Campaign

Enocia

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Hospital Drama

2007-02-27T09:57:00.000Z

My mother's hip replacement operation was moved forward two days early and performed early yesterday. I paid her a visit yesterday afternoon.

Many years ago I worked on a photographic exhibition project about black women of excellence in the local area. One woman who agreed to take part was a newscaster for the BBC. She invited us to see her in action at Elstree Studios, where I was able to interview her. As a huge fan of the media, I was very excited to be in this environment. I was also very keen to see how the news was actually produced. Later, I studied media and cultural studies at university.

To me, the hospital is exactly like a television or film studio. Both are full of actors performing many different roles. The only difference between the two is that the actors in a film studio know they are acting while the actors in hospitals believe the scenes are real.

The hospital where my mother had her operation is quite a large film set. As she hadn't been allocated an actual ward (studio) I asked the actress playing the role of the receptionist where to go. I followed her directions but found myself in the maternity set. Fortunately, there was another actor/porter who was going in the general direction and pointed the way.

Before I entered the hospital set, I had to ensure I was kitted up. Part of the film script reads that there are super bugs around so visitors have to use disinfectant outside the door. I was playing the role of a patient. I asked the nurse where my mother was. Mum was half-asleep. The machines that my mother was attached to were really good, almost convincing. She even had a kind of contraption that she presses which enables her to administer herself more pain killer. Apparently you can't overdose on drugs because the machine won't let you. I kissed her cheek and whispered "Stop acting like you're sick, I know you're not." She smiled behind the oxygen mask.

My brother and my mother's friend were already beside her bed. Before she retired, my mother's friend worked as an anaesthetist, so she was used to the hospital drama. My brother asked me what the instruments were for. I said I didn't have a clue. Besides, I'm no special effects expert.

Mum shared the ward with three other patients The patient opposite was an elderly-looking gentleman who said he'd had his knee replaced. He seemed very frail. My brother and I chatted to him. It seemed like we were speaking different languages. When my brother asked him something, he responded with something different. Either it was because my brother wasn't familiar with his script or the man was improvising. When he got up to go to the toilet he asked me to move his Zimmer frame closer. I asked him if he wanted help to get up but he said he was doing fine; his script demands that he practises walking by himself.

As there were not many chairs available I asked the elderly man if we could borrow his stool so my brother could sit on it.

On the next bed, an elderly woman had two women visitors. One woman said that soon supermarkets are going to offer people hip and knee replacements - buy one hip, get one free. The thought of supermarkets selling hip and knee replacements had us in stitches.

In every drama there has to be a villain; in this drama it was the physiotherapist. He was here to get the elderly man to exercise his knee. His first mean task was to take away the stool from my brother, which he said he needed for his patient to stretch out his knee. Boo! We watched as he got his patient to do the required exercises. After that he came and stood beside my mother's bed. He asked me what her mobility was like before the operation and I told him. He said that when patients are in hospital they tend to feel sick. The idea is to try and get patients back in their home environment as soon as possible. He said he was going to get her out of bed tomorrow.

"Why wait till tomorrow," I goaded, "when you can get her out of bed now?"
"I'm cruel, but not that cruel," he chuckled.

He asked mum if she was using the pain killers. She nodded.

"Well, don't overdo it," he said. "It's not meant for fun, you know."
"Yeah right," I laughed, "I can just see mum getting high on drugs."

Hmmm, this physiotherapist is no ordinary villain; he has a wicked sense of humour. I reckon this must be an independent hospital drama where the normal rules of villainy don't apply.

My mother's role wasn't exactly challenging. All she had to do was act drowsy and fall asleep. She was even snoring.

"Do you think she's dribbling in her oxygen mask?" I asked my brother.
"Nah, people don't tend to dribble upward but around the corner of their mouth," he said.

My mother had given a few friends the number to call to enquire about her but the number wasn't the right one. I woke mum up to ask what her friends surnames were so I could look up their numbers in her diary and call them. Mum was able to give me their telephone numbers from memory. She can't be that out of it if she can remember telephone numbers.

Soon it was time to let mum act out her role of sleeping. We promised to visit the next day.

I have to say that was a good hospital drama with some great performances. Can't wait to watch the next episode.

No matter what the drama, love is all there is.

Enocia

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Thought of the Day

2007-02-26T12:57:00.000Z

Make love and only love your priority and the rest will follow.

Enocia

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I Love You Just the Way You Are

2007-02-26T12:20:00.000Z

I watched the film, Bridget Jones's Diary again last night, which is about a thirty-something year old woman looking for love. Bridget notes her everyday experiences in her diary.

In the final scene, just before she and Darcy finally get together, Darcy discovers her diary. He reads what Bridget has written about him, a lot of it unpleasant, and leaves the house. Bridget goes into a panic as she believes he's taken her opinions personally. Bridget chases Darcy to explain. When they link up she tells him that she didn't mean half the things she wrote in the diary; they were just feelings. Darcy tells her he understands. He shows her a new diary with a lock he's bought her. Darcy hopes she can use it to make a fresh start.

Darcy and Bridget's diary are pretty similar; both accept Bridget just as she is.

How wonderful to be accepted for who you are.

Enocia

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Be Careful What You Daydream About!

2007-02-26T10:47:00.000Z

On my bus travel journey I noticed a puddle on top of a bus shelter. The puddle looked like an amoeba as it moves about with its pseudopods. The amoeba also reminded me of Universal Energy that is constantly shape-shifting into infinite forms on the one hand, while staying the same on the other.

A while back I woke up in the middle of the night to find this purple blob-like entity in the room. The blob reached out and, like an amoeba, it projected itself into the form of a finger and stroked my cheek. I knew that the energy was me.

During my bus journey I daydreamed about the amoeba/energy. I imagined myself taking different forms. It was fun being an amoeba.

When I arrived home about two hours later, I watched a talent show on television called When will I be famous?. One of the contestants was called "The Human Slinky." Apart from the slinky's vibrant colours, it was remarkably similar to the amoeba. Here's one performance I found at YouTube. The Human Slinky.

Be careful what you daydream about; you might just end up attracting it in your experience.

Enocia

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Trusting in Love

2007-02-24T14:52:00.000Z

What if you knew that in every moment there was the perfect you present who is always loving you no matter what? This means that before you leave home to go to work or whatever you have planned, there is the you everywhere making your day perfect. There is the you pampering you. There is the you making sure your travel arrangements are perfect. There is the you that ensures that you are always in harmony with all you meet. There is the you that is making every experience perfect. Would you ever be afraid when you know that you are so well loved?

I believe that each of us has access to this infinite love that is working on our behalf in every single moment, we simply need to activate this infinite love. How? By loving. That doesn't mean one needs to be in a relationship, you can simply love everyone unconditionally.

I have a daily ritual. The first thing I think about when I wake up is say "I love you, universe." Love then brings to me experiences that resonate perfectly with who I am. I don't have to go looking for these experiences, they are everywhere present. It's a matter of trusting in the love that I am.

On the bus I expressed in thought how much I loved all the passengers. A woman sitting beside me started singing out loud while listening to her IPod. Although she was tone deaf, I was still able to recognise the song as "Because you Loved Me" by Celine Dion. Here's the part my friend was singing:

You were my strength when I was weak
You were my voice when I couldn't speak
You were my eyes when I couldn't see
You saw the best there was in me
Lifted me up when I couldn't reach
You gave me faith 'coz you believed
I'm everything I am
Because you loved me Because You Loved Me, Lyrics
I told my friend that I loved that song. My friend was still singing when she got off at the next stop. I thought it was a timely reminder of the Love that is in every moment.

I find that it's best to love without expectations and trust in Love to manifest in Her own way. For instance, yesterday I sent a friend a link of Take That's latest video called Shine; he is also a Take That fan. He responded that his sister told him she watched Take That performing on an Irish show last night. Although my friend didn't pick up his email till today, the love intention got through which his sister picked up and radiated to my friend. It shows love is never lost. Everyone benefits from love.

I love you all.

Enocia

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Let Life Happen

2007-02-23T16:53:00.001Z

On the bus I heard this man speaking on his mobile phone. He mentioned that he was "trying to manifest" whatever it was.

When ideas and feelings are experienced in form they are made manifest. The easiest way to block a manifestation is to try to make it happen. You have to let it happen of its own accord.

Last week I read in the Metro newspaper about a woman who had broken the Karaoke world record by singing non-stop for almost 60 hours. She was doing it for her husband who has cancer. I figured instead of carrying the paper with me, I would look up the full details on the website and post it on my blog and in a forum. The story wasn't on the website. I Googled it and nothing came up. I tried other search engines and still nothing. I thought to myself that sooner or later it will show up. Yesterday, as I was opening my Yahoo mail I noticed the story on Yahoo. This is one demonstration of letting things happen effortlessly. See S.Korean woman sings 60 hours for love and hope.

I used to wear prescription glasses. Opticians believed one eye was long-sighted while the other was short-sighted. About five years ago I stopped wearing glasses because I believe vision is spiritual not physical. As I use the computer a lot it was quite a challenge to let go of the idea that sitting in front of the screen for hours at a time is bad for one's eyesight. While my eyes didn't get worse or improve, I noticed I had a new way of seeing. I realised that I had been trying to see instead of letting seeing happen.

What do I mean by letting seeing happen?

All that we see are light in manifestation. What I used to do was try to capture the light instead of letting the light flow towards me. I have noticed that when I'm watching television, for instance, I can see perfectly when I let the pictures come to me. The moment I forget and try to see, my eyes get blurred.

Life is meant to be effortless. Let life happen; let love come to you.

Enocia

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Masks - Part 2

2007-02-23T15:42:00.000Z

In a YouTube video called Slow Kylie = George Michael the producer is demonstrating that when you slow down a Kylie Minogue track it sounds like George Michael singing the same track.

It got me thinking of the One being expressed as the all. In order for the One to experience the many different experiences, the One has to wear the appropriate mask which lets HIM vibrate at a particular frequency or vibrating at a different speed. Those who seem to be more in harmony are more or less vibrating at similar frequencies.

On my bus journey two nights ago, two young guys were sitting behind me and chatting about computer games and life in general. I was struck by how similar their voice tones were. I had a feeling they were equally matched in frequency which meant they were in perfect harmony. They seemed to be enjoying each other's company. I was curious to see whether they looked alike. When they got off the bus, they stood right near where I was sitting. They did look pretty similar. They shook hands and went in opposite directions.

Every single one of us is the One i.e. 100% Light. We have all agreed to step down our frequencies so that we can play the game of hide and seek. While we're playing the game of slowing down and speeding up our frequencies, or hiding our light, the truth of who we are remains the same - we are all the One Light wearing the infinite masks there are.

The One is me, you, Kylie, George Michael, YouTube...ad infinitum

Enocia

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Deuce, the Perfect Love Match

2007-02-22T11:47:00.000Z

In the game of tennis, both players start at love i.e. nil point. The first point in the game is 15, then 30, 40 then deuce, which is when both players have 40 points.

Once at deuce, a player must win two consecutive points to take the game.

The word comes from the French phrase "à deux" - meaning 'at two', as in needing two more points.

If Player A wins the next point the score is 'advantage server'.

If Player B wins the point the score is 'advantage receiver'.

If the player at advantage wins the point, they win the game. If she loses it, the score goes back to deuce. Scoring basics: deuce
Yesterday I exchanged emails with an Internet friend. He said I was very lucky to be living in London. He said he loves London. I wrote:

"I'm sure the Love that you feel for London will attract you to it and you will live here. I've always believed whatever you love loves you back. London loves you, X."
My friend said he loved the notion of London loving him. I wrote back:

"London loves X; X loves London. Perfect match."
I believe when you're being your true self, you are in deuce. In deuce, your outer world is in perfect resonance with the love that you are.

Now, the call to know and be the true self goes out every single moment. Some hear the call and follow ITS guidance; some hear the call but expect the true self to fit into their busy schedules; some hear the call and ignore the call; while the majority are too busy to hear the call.

When people reach a point when they find their lives are not working, it is then they get on the spiritual path so they can:

Learn how to love;
Become a better person;
Live a more abundant life;
Get wealthy;
Stay healthy;
Meet their soul mates;
Be free;
Live forever;
Know their true purpose in life;
Get over personal losses;
Find happiness; and so on.

I got on the path because I wanted financial freedom, to know my true purpose, to be a better person, to be healthy, and to be free to be myself in all ways.

Let's examine one preoccupation I had - being healthy.

I was concerned about what I ate. I was worried about calories and whether I was getting the right supplements. I fretted over whether it was right to eat meat or should I become a vegetarian. I was concerned about the kind of water I drank. I fretted about the environment and how it was affecting my health. I soon realised that the world's idea of freedom that I was used to was totally different from true Freedom.

The world's idea of freedom is get first then you can be all that you want to be. The problem with the world's way is that you can have all the material wealth in the world and still be in mental bondage. I'm reminded of the brilliant legal drama on television called Boston Legal, which addresses the insanity of the dream world. In a recent episode called Can't We All Get a Lung?, the lawyers defend Daniel Post, played by Michael J Fox, after he's been arrested for buying a lung. Daniel's motto is "why transplant tomorrow when you can transplant today."

Daniel represents the dream many people have about success, abundance and happiness. While Daniel can afford to get anything he wants including a lung, and he's very magnanimous with his wealth, he isn't really free. Daniel is still in bondage to the beliefs of the world.

The true self's idea of Freedom to simply let Freedom be you, which gives you a new way of seeing and being in the world. As I opened up and let Freedom be me, I was able to see that I was already living in a state of Deuce; Love is everywhere present. There is therefore no need for me to worry because Love is already got it covered. Love is already present in the tap water I was so scared to drink. Love was in the food products I was so concerned about. Love was already sustaining my body anyway, whatever food I ate. That's freedom.

As I see it, the spiritual path is about being the true self. Depending on our beliefs and situations, each of us approach our true self from different starting points i.e. love-15, love-30, love-40, or advantage ego. As you raise your game by letting Love be you, you arrive at deuce, where Self loves you and you love Self. The object of the game is to stay in deuce forever.

The perfect love match is about effortless living; being instead of doing; letting Love be me forever.

Freedom loves Enocia; Enocia loves Freedom - Deuce, the perfect love match.

Enocia

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Non-Judgment and Faith

2007-02-21T12:47:00.000Z

I am Non-Judgment. By this I mean there is the Me that accept all that I am being without judgment. I have written elsewhere that, for me, writing is practising self-acceptance. The computer accepts everything I write without judgment. If I choose to edit what I've written, that's fine; If I choose to delete the article, that's also fine; whatever I believe is fine with the computer. The freedom to be myself in every way possible is non-judgment. With this freedom I can examine my beliefs and change my mind as I see fit.

I used to be a BIG anti-smoker. I hated smoking with a vengeance. I had no problem with people choosing to smoke but I didn't like the idea that they were imposing their habit on me. I also believed smoking was bad for one's health. While I wasn't actively campaigning against passive smoking I was thinking about it. I wanted smoking banned in all public places. I used to travel mostly by tube (underground) and overground trains. (I've only been travelling on buses over the last five years). Nothing pissed me off more than being forced to travel in a smoking carriage because the non-smoking carriages were already crowded. Eventually, smoking was banned in all public transports though in the case of the tube, people could smoke while entering the station. It was only after the Kings Cross fire, which may have been caused by a lighted match, that smoking was banned in all sections of the tube station.

Now that smoking was banned in public transports did that make me happy? Not particularly because people were still smoking in public places. Technically, I was still passive-smoking. I also knew I couldn't take away people's right to smoke. While I was trying to sort this out in my head, that part of me that is Non-Judgment accepted my beliefs anyway.

Then I started examining my beliefs about smoking. Is it true smoking is bad for one's health? There was a lot of evidence of people who had "died" from the effects of cigarette smoking - active or passive. Was the evidence true? This is when I had to delve deeper into what I truly believe. Before I go any further, let me examine where faith fits into this.

While I do believe in walking by faith and not by sight, I don't believe in blind faith. I'm from the old school of "seeing is believing." By "seeing" I don't mean what we perceive with the physical senses but seeing beyond appearances. If I can't see it I won't believe in it, it's that simple. I was brought up a Christian. As soon as I was considered old enough to make my own decisions, I rejected Christianity and all forms of religion. It was important for me to experience what God means for me. Meditation was my teacher. It was through meditation that I was able to explore the nature of Being. Through meditation, I was able to see beyond the veil. I only believe in God because I've seen HIM. I have experienced myself merged in with the Light when I lost all sense of my sense of self but experienced myself as the One "I". It was only after I could "see" that I started reading various Scriptures again and I found teachings that were confirming my sight. I can now constantly see the Light in all. My faith is, therefore, based on my seeing.

Faith in the Light changed my mind about smoking. I knew that the Light is not only who I am but the Light is life. I reasoned that since I know Light is in all and occupies all space, this must mean that Light is in cigarettes. Since the Light is my life, why am I bothered about people smoking? I stopped worrying about passive-smoking. Reminds me of an experience I had a while back:

As I was crossing a road I said hello to a fellow pedestrian. He asked me if I wanted a cigarette. I thanked him but declined. I saw a warning on the case: "SMOKING KILLS."

"I see you're not paying any attention to the warning then?"
"That's because it means 'smoking kills other people.'"

I wonder if he was also a seer.

I've applied the Light in all principle to food products. I stopped paying any attention to what nutrition experts, who can't agree on anything, had to say about diets. I am free to eat what I like without judgment.

While I was coming to a new conclusion about smoking and eating habits, that part of me that is Non-Judgment accepted me regardless. Even if I decided that the reason why I'm not bothered about smoking is because I am a green monster from planet Xooneth, I would still accept myself. Because I accept who I am, I give others the freedom to be in any way they choose.

Despite the fact that I know smoking has no impact, I still prefer being in a smoke-free environment because I like my clothes to smell smoke-free. Having said that, I had an interesting experience a while back which challenges this view. While I was in the coffee section of the bookshop, a woman accidentally spilled a cup of Cappuccino on my boots and jacket. She apologised and I told her not to worry about it. I wiped the mess off with some napkins. I thought my jacket and suede boots would have marks on them and figure I would clean them properly when I got home. At home I noticed there was no evidence of the spillage on my jacket or boots. It was as if it never happened. So I know it is possible to be among smokers and leave without any evidence of smoking, I just have to accept that possibility.

Non-judgment gives me the freedom to be myself in the infinite ways of being.

Enocia

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Masks

2007-02-21T12:00:00.001Z

If Love is all there is, surely this means Love occupies all time and all space? Where there is only Love what room is there for fear, anger and hate? Where there is only Love what room is there for any other experience but Love?

And yet we feel fear, anger, impatience, hate, pain, etc.

Where is Love when you're feeling anger?
Occupying the same space.

Where is Love when you're feeling fear?
Occupying the same space.

Where is Love when you're feeling hate?
Occupying the same space.

Where is Love when you're in pain?
Occupying the same space.

If Love and fear are occupying the same space, which is real?

Well, there is only the one Love that we all are. Since there is only Love it can only mean that that which is experiencing fear is Love.

How can Love experience fear?

Fear is simply a mask Love is wearing to express that emotion. In fact, all experiences are masks Love is using to express Herself. Actors wear masks/get into character to express various emotions, but they're aware that they're only acting. They know that at the end of the film or play they can be themselves.

What if you forget you're wearing a mask? Then you start believing that you are the mask and the emotions, the behaviour and everything that comes with it. All it takes is to remember who you are. You are not your masks you are the One wearing the masks.

On the bus yesterday evening the driver changed the destination without notifying the passengers. When he turned away from where we wanted to go I asked the driver where he was taking us. He said he was terminating at Stoke Newington.

"Well, why didn't you tell us you were changing the route? You could have announced it."

"Why should I? You should have checked the front of the bus," he said.

"I did check and it said it was going to Seven Sisters, now you're going to Stoke Newington."

"No, it said it was going to Stoke Newington."

"Are you calling me a liar?"

"No, just check the card and you'll see where I'm meant to terminate."

"I don't care what your card says. I'm telling you the destination said Seven Sisters. Sometime during the journey you changed it without having the courtesy to notify the passengers. At least you could apologise."

"No I didn't change it. You are welcome to make a complaint if you like."

As I was speaking to the driver I knew I should have just left it. I usually don't get involved but something in me wanted to continue this charade. In the meantime, several passengers still on the bus confirmed that the driver had changed the destination without notifying them and we were all in the same boat.

"So," I sneered. "Are you saying these passengers are lying too?"

"Why don't you make a complaint?" he said.

"That's not the issue. All I'm saying is that other drivers announce when they've changed their route. Pure courtesy."

He opened the doors, let us off, shut the doors and drove off. Charming fellow!

Although I was livid I could see the drama for what it was: my ideas about masks were being played out right in front of me. I had been wearing my "feeling wronged" mask and the driver was wearing his "I don't give a toss" mask. They were only masks and not who I am. I dismissed the drama and walked to the main road to catch my bus home. Another passenger on the bus joined me. He was still upset about the way we'd been treated. As we chatted about our experience I started laughing. I found the driver's behaviour comical. My friend said he found London travelling really difficult.

"Oh they are not all like that," I said. "It's only one driver. Most of them are fine. Never mind, at least we can catch our bus home."

It turned out the drama was because there was a huge traffic jam ahead and buses were terminating early. It would seem the bus company wasn't concerned about getting their passengers to their destination but curtailing the routes so that their buses would arrive on time.

At least I know that behind the masks and drama there is only the One.

I am Love.

Enocia

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Gratitude

2007-02-20T13:44:00.000Z

On the bus last night a man sat beside me. He said he'd just finished his shift as a bus driver and was looking forward to going home to unwind. I asked how he relaxed and he said listening to music and eating. I said I unwound by watching television.

I told my friend how grateful I was for the excellent bus services we have in London and I thanked him for the part he played. He said, "For you, anything."

He said that London is one of the greatest cities in the world and people are too busy complaining to recognise what we have.

Too right. London is a fantastic place to be.

I'm so grateful for London and the people I share it with.
I'm so grateful for the world.
I'm so grateful for the universe.
I'm so grateful for life.
I'm so grateful for being me.

Thank you.

Enocia

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You Do It!

2007-02-19T13:45:00.000Z

While you're performing a task to the best of your ability your friend, who is observing you, starts telling you how you should do it. After a while you say to your know-it-all friend, "Since you're so smart, why don't you do it?" You abandon the task and your friend is only too happy to show you how it should be done.

I'm not a great fan of cleaning. I do it because it needs doing. As I was cleaning the kitchen yesterday I started feeling weak. I was aware that I wasn't doing the cleaning on my own, I had my invisible friends helping yet the grease wasn't budging and I was feeling nauseous. The more effort I put into mopping the more exhausted I became.

"That's it, I've had it. Spirit, YOU DO IT!" I thought.

Suddenly I felt this rush of energy, or rather, I was energy. It felt like I had just changed gears and the car was about to accelerate. My body, the mop, the floor, the dirt on the floor were all one, moving in perfect synchrony. I AM cleaning. It felt like I was on Speed, from what I've heard of it anyway; and yet what I was being was effortless. I cleaned the kitchen and hoovered the house in no time.

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!

Enocia

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Beauty Secrets

2007-02-19T10:30:00.002Z

Yesterday I intended to go into town to join in the Chinese New Year celebration, but by the time I got there it was in the evening and most of it was finished. I wandered around soaking in the atmosphere then I went to catch my bus home.

The bus was over-crowded; I had to stand as there were no seats available. At the next stop, lots more passengers got on. Two young men stood behind me. During the journey I eavesdropped their conversation. One said he wanted to get off the bus because he was dying for a pee. At one point I heard a baby crying in his push chair. One of the guys said: "Shut it or shoot it!" which made me laugh and we got chatting. I loved their sense of humour and it was such fun having a banter with both of them. I teased one of them about needing to take a pee. "Why can't you guys hold it in? You have to keep spraying everywhere like a dog, don't you?" They said they find it painful keeping it in. I said that sometimes when I'm dying to have a wee I do a dance. They said they could relate. We chatted about fashion, hairstyles, animals, and colours. One said he was colour blind.

"What colour am I then?" I asked him.
"You're green with purple spots," he said.

My friends said they had just come from the Chinese New Year celebrations. They shared their experiences and how they followed the dragon. So I did get to experience the celebrations after all, albeit vicariously.

At one point we chatted about how some older passengers expect you to give up your seats just because they're old. I teased my friend about being such a compassionate soul. We had a good chuckle about society's expectations. I said someone once asked me to give up my seat because she thought I was very young, even though we might even have been the same age. I said people don't believe I'm 40. My friends couldn't believe it. They thought I was kidding. One thought I was 20 or there about. I assured them that I was born in 1966, the last time England won the World Cup.

One friend said I was not only aesthetically pleasing, I also had a beautiful personality. He said it's so rare to meet someone with both qualities. He said if he was straight he would ask me to marry him. He wanted to know my beauty secrets. I laughed and said it's all about being true to yourself.

When my friends got off the bus I got thinking about beauty secrets. Do I really have beauty secrets? I'm reminded of the following:

"If you do not fast as regards the world, you will not find the kingdom." The Gospel of Thomas
I have found that it is when you're in lack i.e. material terms that you have to dig deeper and find the answers within. When you have money in abundance to do what you want, you're not motivated to look within for answers. I've gone through a period when I had lots of money to burn. I pampered myself in beauty products that claimed to make you look younger etc. I even had beauty treatments. Then there was a point when my circumstances changed and I was forced to fast from the world. In worldly terms I had nothing. I had to go within and dig deeper for the real wealth within. I realised that abundant life is not about how much money I have in the bank, the food I eat, what beauty products I use, how healthy I am, how much things I have, or how much success I have in the world, but about being the real Me. Abundant life is about letting my true Self express as me. It was then I discovered that which I've been striving for is already within me.

Naturally, beauty is part and parcel of the changeless Light that I AM. It matters not whether I use the most expensive beauty products or not, I will remain ageless because the Incorruptible Light is in all things and is always perfect. The irony is my beauty routine is very basic. I still wear makeup. Most times I go to bed without removing my makeup. I use bubble bath to wash my face, my body and my hair. I use baby cream, the cheap brand, to moisturise my body and my face. As you can see, I'm probably breaking all the rules of beauty, but who gives a toss?

So I only have one beauty secret to share: make the commitment to be yourself and then your true self will reveal the beauty that you are.

To my two dear friends I met on the bus. Thank you for your wonderful gifts of beauty, joy, love, and friendship. You are both gorgeous; and yes, I'm gutted that you are not straight, G. Wishing you two love and happiness in all that you do. I love you guys.

To all my Chinese friends - Happy New Year to you all! May this year of the pig bless you with love, happiness, peace and prosperity.

Enocia

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Party Tricks

2007-02-17T11:15:00.000Z

Once upon a time, a little girl had this brilliant idea; it could have been she came up with the idea out of pure boredom. The little girl thought to herself: "If I can memorise the alphabet in ascending order surely I should be able to memorise it in reverse?" So she memorised the alphabet backwards. Next time we meet in person, ask me to do it and I will impress you with my party trick.

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Another party trick I have is I can say the Police Letters Alphabet a.k.a. The Nato Phonetic Alphabet, which goes Alpha, Bravo, Charlie, Delta...Yankee, Zulu. How did you learn this wonderful party trick, I hear you cry? Well, like everything there's always a nice story behind it.

I've always loved men in uniforms. I wonder if that's why I wanted to join the army? While that dream didn't come true, as I failed the interview, years later I got a job working for the Personnel department in the London Fire Brigade - recruiting fire fighters. Not only were potential recruits i.e. guys physically fit, they were FIT. We also got lots of visits from male fire fighters in their uniforms. There is a God!

Whenever there was a recruitment drive, lots of guys rang up to get application forms. Sometimes if the caller's name wasn't one I was familiar with I would ask him or her to spell their names. A lot of the callers used the Phonetic Alphabet to confirm the letters. One day in great distress I cried out: "Lord, why don't I know this alphabet? I need to know this alphabet so I too can impress people with my skill." Those were dark times before the Internet became so popular. In those days, we heard rumours of an information superhighway with unlimited useful/useless data. Not many people had used the Internet or even had access to it. Fortunately, the Good Lord sent me a colleague who had a copy of the Phonetic Alphabet, which I promptly memorised.

Now if anyone asks me to spell Enocia, I can say:

Echo, November, Oscar, Charlie, India, Alpha.
Smart or what?

Are you thinking what I'm thinking? If I can say the alphabet forward and backward, isn't it time I learned how to say the alphabet backward in French? Nah, why would I want to do anything so silly? It's not as if British people would be impressed with my talent. If I ever move to France, I'll consider it.

My next party trick is I can count in Roman Numerals backward, well from 100 to 1. So when I find it difficult to fall asleep, I count sheep in Roman Numerals forward and backward. The problem with this approach is that I'm so busy thinking of what the Roman Numerals are, sleep is the last thing on my mind. I highly recommend that if you want to stay awake, try counting sheep in Roman Numerals. Maybe, I should copyright this idea; I wouldn't want it plagiarised.

If you've ever been through the education system you may have learned another excellent party trick - the multiplication tables or times tables. Here's how it all came about.

Minister of Education:
What should we teach our children?

Adviser to Minister of Education:
Why not get them to memorise the multiplication tables? That will keep them out of mischief.

Minister of Education:
Great idea! In fact I'm going to propose it as a Bill for all children to learn their multiplication tables.

The Bill is approved by parliament and becomes the Multiplication Tables Act, which all children have to experience.

7 x 1, 7; 7 x 2, 14; 7 x 3, 21; 7 x 4, 28; 7 x 5, 35; 7 x 6, 42; ...

While the kids are chanting out loud their times tables, their teacher is dreaming of sun, sea, and Sangria.

Am I a better person for memorising the times tables? Yes, I'm so blessed for knowing my times tables. I wouldn't be the person I am without them! Yeah, right!

I once watched a documentary about Kim Peek, the real Rain Man and inspiration of the film Rain Man. Kim Peek is considered to be a savant, the polite way of saying he's a bit of a "know it all."

"He reads a page of text in about 10 seconds (about a book per hour) and, apparently, remembers everything he has read, memorizing vast amounts of information in subjects ranging from history and literature, geography, and numbers, to sports, music, and dates. He can recall some 12,000 books from memory. Peek can also do formidable calculations in his head..." Kim Peek
While Peek's party tricks are very impressive, I know someone who can do even better. He's called Mr Google. Ask Google anything and he comes up with the answer in an instant. Google doesn't care whether the answers make sense or not, He just knows his stuff. There are many other Savants like Mr Google but I prefer Google.

My favourite party trick is I am joyful for no reason at all. Now that's one party trick I'm always happy to share.

Enocia

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Be the Love You Wish to Experience

2007-02-16T14:27:00.000Z

On the bus this morning I got chatting to an elderly-looking gentleman who lives in the neighbourhood. He said in his younger days he used to go jogging up mountains. I asked him where he used to go. He said in Scotland when he was in the army. I told my friend that when I was eighteen I applied to join the British Army to work as a nurse but I failed the interview.

My friend was in the army from 1940-1945 during the second world war. He described what it was like fighting in Normandy. He said that after fighting for his country it seems that it's all been for nothing. He was sad about the state of society. Kids are being murdered. Immigrants are coming in and living on social security that others are paying for. The Labour party that's meant to be the party of the working classes seem to only support rich people. In other words, the country has gone to the dogs.

I couldn't deny his experience because from his perspective, his experiences are very real. All I could do was listen, acknowledge where he was coming from, and wish him the best. Later I received an email from a Portuguese friend who was describing the same feeling of being let down by their government.

My response to my friend's email was:

"Remember who you are X. You are peace and love, nothing can take that from you. When you're being yourself, nothing touches that. Enjoy your weekend do things you love. Love my friend, love."
I believe both my friends were talking about feeling a lack of love in their experiences.

Instead of looking to the world for love, realise who you are - Love. Be the Love that you are. Being the Love means loving: love all that you are, love all your experiences, love all. Love will then transform the way you relate to others. Love will let you realise that those people who you appear to have a grudge against are also Love. Love will let you see that you live in a universe of Love that supports you perfectly according to your beliefs.

I love you all.

Enocia

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Evidence of Knowing

2007-02-15T14:11:00.000Z

"Jesus said, "Recognize what is in your sight, and that which is hidden from you will become plain to you . For there is nothing hidden which will not become manifest." The Gospel of Thomas
I AM Knowledge and Wisdom. This means I have access to infinite knowledge and wisdom. How do I know something is true? Because I have had the thought; the thought is the evidence of knowing. All I have to do is let that evidence reveal itself in form.

I've lost count of how many times my mother has asked me to buy something and I've known the shop didn't have the product in stock. Sometimes the knowing comes in a form where I see myself in the shop looking at the shelf and not finding it. Sometimes the knowing comes in the form of a thought letting me know. The annoying thing is that I still have to go to the shop to prove my knowing was correct.

I stopped wearing a watch years ago. I tend to rely on my inner knowing to get me where I need to be or I ask someone close by. As I was sitting browsing in a bookshop the other evening I wondered what time it was.

The Voice within said, "It's half six."

I need evidence of my knowing. A man suddenly appeared and sat beside me.

"Excuse me," I said to him. "Could you tell me what time it is?"

"It's half six," he said.

Good evidence.

Know that you know and the evidence will reveal itself.

Enocia

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Space, the Final Frontier

2007-02-15T13:21:00.000Z

"Be the change you want to see in the world." Mahatma Gandhi
During my bus journey yesterday evening a man sat next to me. Why is it that guys love to sit with their legs wide apart? His legs was taking so much room and I felt squashed in the corner. I thought it would be lovely to have more room. Soon some seats were available and the man and his partner moved to those seats.

The next passenger to sit beside me was another bloke. Great! He was reading a newspaper and his arm was pressing hard against mine. Again, I felt squashed in my corner. Time to do something about this.

I thought "I AM Space."

The next thing I knew there was lots of room between us. He still continued to read his newspaper but his body was no longer touching mine. How did this happen? I guess Space "created" more space.

All realities exist within me.
All that I seek I am.

Enocia

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Angels are All Around Us

2007-02-14T15:45:00.000Z

Last night as I was getting on the bus I noticed a passenger carrying many shopping bags but it was too late to offer her my assistance. When we got to the last stop I asked her if she wanted help. She said yes. It turned out she wanted the same bus I wanted to get home, which was already at the bus stop. I told her I would run ahead and ask the driver to wait for her. There were several passengers getting off and on anyway so we both had ample time to catch the bus.

During the ride I sat next to this man. "Happy Valentines!" he said
"Huh, sorry is it?"
"It is tomorrow."
"Oh yes, it is. Thank you," I said. "Happy Valentines to you too!"
"Thank you," he smiled. "I see from your shopping you're going to cook a nice dinner."
"Oh no, those are not mine, I was just helping a passenger with her bags," I showed him a bag I was carrying with a bag of sugar. "This is my shopping."

My friend told me he was working on Valentine's Day but he would be preparing a nice dinner later. As he got off I wished him well.

At the last stop I asked the lady with the shopping bags if she wanted help. She said yes. As she only lived in the neighbourhood I offered to walk her to her house. She said some friends were meant to help her with her shopping but they hadn't turned up. At the top of her road a girl and a woman ran up to her. The woman thanked me for helping her and said she now had help. We hugged and said goodbye.

As I walked home, I thought of the man who had wished me Happy Valentines. It was then I remembered that I had wondered if I was going to receive a card from an admirer. I thought it would be fun to receive three. The Universe obviously heard me and sent me an angel man to wish me Happy Valentines. I've also received an electronic Valentine's message from a Birthday reminder company. Oh well, computers can love too. I've also received a lovely Valentine's message by email from a friend, another angel.

Earlier today I thought of this bus driver who used to drive our local bus but is now on a different route that I use when I get into town. I wondered if I was going to see him. Guess what? When I got on the bus into town, he was my bus driver. What an angel!

We are all angels meeting each other's needs.

Enocia

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Tintin Books I've Now Read

2007-02-13T15:00:00.001Z

Guide to the Official Tintin Books

Tintin books I've now read:

"The Shooting Star" (the one about the race to find the rare metal).

"The Broken Ear" (the one about the artefact stolen from the museum)

"The Castafiore Emerald" (the one about the famous singer who paid Haddock a visit; the broken step and the Thompson Twins at their best).

"The Seven Crystal Balls" (the one where seven explorers who were struck by a mysterious illness; and Professor Calculus is kidnapped)

"Prisoners of the Sun" (Tintin, Captain Haddock and The Thompson Twins travel to Peru to rescue Professor Calculus).

"Tintin and the Lake of Sharks" (Tintin meets his old enemy, Rastapopoulos).

"Flight 714" (On their way to Australia, Tintin, Haddock and Calculus are kidnapped and he meets his old enemy Rastapopoulos).

"The Black Island" (Tintin discovers the secret of the island in Scotland).

"The Calculus Affair" (Professor Calculus is kidnapped because of his new invention; and Tintin and Haddock to the rescue).

"Tintin and the Picaros" (Tintin assists General Alcazar and his Picaros to overthrow the military dictatorship in San Theodoros).

"Cigars of the Pharoahs" (Tintin investigates why many Egyptologists have gone missing only to discover drug smuggling involved).

"Destination Moon" (Tintin and Captain Haddock are invited to join Professor Calculus in his quest to be the first explorers on the moon).

"Explorers on the Moon" (Tintin and friends make a trip to the moon however there are intruders on board the rocket).

"Tintin in America" (Tintin travels to America to clean up Chicago's underworld).

"King Ottakar's Sceptre" (When Tintin travels to Syldavia and gets mixed up in a rebel plot to depose the Syldavian king).

"The Blue Lotus" (Tintin is in China).

"The Crab with the Golden Claws" (Tintin on the trail of a dangerous gang of opium-smugglers. His first encounter with Captain Haddock)

"Tintin in Congo" (Tintin and Snowy go on a hunting expedition).

"Tintin in Tibet" (Tintin has a premonition that his Chinese friend, Chang needs his help. Despite appearances to the contrary, Tintin and Haddock fly to Tibet to rescue Chang. Easily the best Tintin book I've read so far).

"Red Rackham's Treasure" (Tintin and Haddock set off on an adventure to find a box of treasure believed to be hidden in a sunken ship at the bottom of the ocean).

"The Red Sea Sharks" (Tintin and Haddock go to the Middle East to help an old friend only to find themselves embroiled in gangsters and slave trading. The leader of the gangsters, Marquis di Gorgonzola is no other than Tintin's nemesis - Rastapapoulos).

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Let Go and Let All

2007-02-13T12:25:00.001Z

Red was having a discussion with Green. Red was getting really frustrated that Green couldn't understand him. Green couldn't understand Red either.

Red thought to himself, "That's why I like to stick with my own kind. I would never have this problem with other Reds."

Little did Red know that Green was having the same thought.

The other colours had the same problem. They couldn't relate to other colours. They tried to understand one another. They got into debates which always ended up turning into a huge row. Reds and Blues couldn't get on at all; Red went purple whenever they got together. Some colours were a lot more tolerant than others but the bottom line was the colours tended to stick with their own kind.

The only one who didn't get involved in the constant bickering was White. One day while Red and Blue were at each other's throat, White said to them: "People, you are all colours. Can you all just get along?"

"We don't need your advice," Blue snapped. "Besides, you're not even a colour!"

"You are so wrong," White said. "I may not look like any of you but I can relate to all of you."

"How can you know what it means to be Red?" Red said. "You haven't been through what I've been through."

"I have," White said.

"How come?" Pink said.

"Because I have."

"Well, I don't understand you," Yellow said. "You never seem to let anything get to you. It's as if you're always sitting on the fence."

"That's because I can empathise with all of you," White said.

"That's impossible!" Orange said. "How can you empathise with all colours when you're not a colour?"

"Because I am the sum total of all of you," White said.

"What do you mean?" Purple asked.

"I mean, I am all colours in combination," White said.

"Are you saying you include Violet?" Violet said.

"Yes.

"And Maroon?"

"Yes."

"And Grey."

"Yes."

"What about Black?"

"Yes, you too, Black."

"No wonder you're always so calm," Indigo said.

White smiled and remained silent.

"How can we be like you?" Purple asked.

"By letting go of wanting to be just one colour and be all colours," White said.

"But I like being Green," Green said.

"That's not a problem," White said. "As White, you can be Green if you choose, or Red, or Aquamarine, or Gold or whatever colour you choose."

After what seemed to be a long colourful silence, Red said, "I need to think about this. I'm not sure if this is the right path for me to take right now."

"I was thinking the same thing," Blue said.

"And me," Orange said.

"There's no rush," White said. "Take all the time you need. I'm always here if you need me."

I've been watching an American dance contest on television called So You Think You Can Dance. The dancers are paired up and randomly assigned a dance style to present the next week.

"Many dance styles have been featured on the show, including jazz, bellydancing, contemporary, pop, modern, American jive, swing, disco, old and new school hip hop, krumping, paso doble, quickstep, lyrical, Broadway, Viennese waltz, smooth waltz, Argentine tango, mambo, cha cha, Cuban rumba, salsa and West Coast Swing."
Although each dancer has a dance style he or she prefers, I like the fact that dancers are encouraged (or challenged) to perform other styles, which is as it should be; Dance incorporates all dance styles.

Let go and let God is about letting go of the limited sense of one's self and being the All. Then you can choose to be whatever colour(s) you prefer.

I am White with a tinge of purple.

Enocia

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Ideas in Mind - Part 2

2007-02-13T10:54:00.000Z

The thought or idea of a thing is the very thing itself. This means that if you can think something, it already exists otherwise you wouldn't have had the thought in the first place. We are surrounded by infinite ideas, which are as real as I am real.

The reason why people don't experience these ideas as tangible forms like my handbag or this computer is because they don't believe thoughts and ideas are things.

Many young kids believe in Santa Claus. They dream of Santa riding on his sleigh and bringing them wonderful presents. When they reach a certain age, they close their hearts to that possibility because society convinces them Santa is a silly idea and they should grow out of it. Society also programmes them into the belief that nothing comes for free, you have to earn it the hard way.

Just because you stopped believing in Santa doesn't mean he doesn't still exist. In fact, even if no one ever thought of Santa again, Santa will still exist. Why? Because ideas are eternal.

How does one bring an idea like Santa to life so he works for you? You have to see Santa in Mind; you have to know he exists for you. It doesn't matter if others can't see or experience him, as long as you do. Santa then comes to life for you.

Santa and his helpers are very much real. In essence, Santa and his helpers are Light but I prefer to see him as the old guy in his red outfit on his sleigh being pulled by reindeers, with zillions of elves as his helpers. Santa's sleigh is so fast that the moment you have the thought he's there. I can call on Santa to assist me in any way and he's there.

If the idea of Santa Claus doesn't appeal, you could see him and his helpers as angels. You can see yourself surrounded by infinite angels who are always ready to serve in anyway they can.

If the idea of angels doesn't appeal, you could see all ideas as simply Light. See yourself surrounded and interpenetrated by Light. Light still does the work of Santa and angels or whoever you believe in.

Infinite ideas exist in Mind. I see ideas as real and then choose which ones I want to experience.

I am Mind.

Enocia

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Ideas in Mind

2007-02-12T13:37:00.000Z

Is Harry Potter simply a character in JK Rawling's imagination or is he real? Well, the thought is the thing itself. In other words, you wouldn't think something if that thing did not exist in the first place. Thus, the idea of Harry Potter already existed in Mind as a potential idea, it just needed someone willing to receive the idea. This means Harry Potter is very much alive in Mind.

There are now so many books being written about Jesus' identity. Did Jesus actually walk the earth? Is he alive? Is the story in the Bible a myth? Bear in mind that the moment you think something that idea exists in Mind otherwise you wouldn't have had the thought, what difference does it make whether Jesus lived historically or not? As long as the idea of him exists for you, he exists. This means there are many ideas of Jesus, all real, in Mind.

For me Mary Poppins is not just a fictional character, she is very much real. She is alive in Mind. I have drawn so much inspiration from Mary Poppins.

StarTrek is not just a science fiction series with odd aliens, to me all the characters are alive and as real as this computer is real. I find the series very inspiring indeed.

Incidentally, in StarTrek the crew are exploring the galaxy through space on a space ship. While they encounter different life forms during their travels, a lot of their experiences are from ones they've written as programmes. Let's say a crew wishes to experience a particular epoch on earth. He writes a programme which he runs on the holodeck. The writer of the programme can interact with characters of that period. If he wishes, he could even invite his colleagues to share the experience with him. As far as the characters are concerned their lives are real and the characters presume the crew members are also part of their reality. The crew interacting with the characters have to blend in i.e., dress and act like the characters otherwise the characters are likely to get suspicious.

Sometimes the crew get emotionally involved with the characters in the holodeck simulation. For instance, in the Voyager episode, Fair Haven, Captain Janeway and some of her crew enter a holodeck simulation based in the Irish village of Fair Haven in the early 20th century. Janeway takes a fancy to one of the characters and decides to adjust the character's subroutine/profile to match the kind of man she would find attractive. She ends up falling in love with the character and they have an affair.

Because the holodeck characters and the crew live in different realities, the crew are always safe. Thus, if a crew member is involved in a holodeck battle simulation he can't get injured. He could always stop the simulation if things get dangerous. The only time a crew member can get injured is when he chooses to have the experience or when there is a problem with the holodeck.

When you realise all ideas and characters are real, you could treat them like holodeck characters that you can interact with. You could speak with your favourite characters or teachers from the various Scriptures. You could have fun with your favourite "fictional" characters. You could even interact with great ideas and teachings and use them as your guides. This means all my articles are alive; they are my guiding and guardian angels.

What if you realise that your identity is Mind, the All There Is? This means not only do you have infinite ideas to play with, you are these ideas. All you have to do is simply be the character and you'll know all that the character knows.

Life is infinite ideas in Mind.
I am Mind.

Enocia

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No Colour or Creed

2007-02-12T12:37:00.001Z

The other day I was inspired to visit the The Tate Modern. I wandered around with no particular objective, just seeing where the Spirit moves me. I found myself in this room where they were showing a short silent film by Ori Gersht, which simply blew me away.

"Neither Black Nor White examines the contested borderline between Israeli and Palestinian territory. Filming from the top of a hill in the Jewish quarter of Nazareth, the camera looks down into the Arab village of Iksal. The camera recorded half a second of footage every thirty seconds, reducing a shooting period of eight hours to eight minutes of film. Shot overnight, the urban scene is unrecognisable. As dawn breaks, the city gradually emerges before disappearing again as the image is bleached out by the intensity of the rising sun." Neither Black nor White
I love how you can't tell whether the lights flickering away in the darkness are sraeli or Palestinian. I also loved how as the sun rises everything merges into the light.

Brilliant!

Enocia

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What's the Use?

2007-02-12T11:19:00.000Z

Yesterday I stayed at home and just chilled out watching telly and reading. My mother cooked a nice meal and asked me if I wanted some. I said although I wasn't hungry I would still like some. Come to think of it, I'm never hungry. I eat because of habit. When I'm not at home I don't think about food and I generally only eat once a day.

After I'd finished the plate of delicious rice and stew I felt nothing. It was as if I hadn't eaten anything. A few hours later, I had another plateful and I still felt nothing.

What's the use of stuffing myself when there is no evidence of eating?

Later at night I teased my mother about how she'd finished a potful of rice on her own. She pointed to her stomach and said it was quite full and round. I showed her my flat stomach.

"It's amazing how your stomach always stays the same!" she chuckled. "No matter what you eat you always look the same."

I guess as Spirit I don't need to be sustained by food; nothing can be added to or taken away from Spirit. On the other hand, I still love food, chocolate being my favourite.

What's the use of eating? Eating is simply a way to experience tastes, I guess.

Enocia

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No Fear!

2007-02-10T11:56:00.000Z

"There is no fear in love; but perfect love casteth out fear." 1 John 4: 18
As I was walking home last night I was aware of two young guys around me: one in front and the other behind. The one in front kept looking back to the one behind who was wearing a hoodie. As I crossed over the road, the guy in front walked beside me. He kept looking back.

"Why do you keep looking back?" I asked him.
"I'm waiting for him," he said indicating the guy behind us.
"Why, do you know him?"
"No, but he looks very suspicious."
"You're not scared of him, are you?"
"No! He does look strange though," he said.
"Oh don't worry, he's harmless," I said.

He looked back once more.

"Where do you live?" he said.
"Just down the road," I said. "Do you live in this neighbourhood?"
"No, I'm just visiting my sister," he said pointing to some houses close by.

He looked behind him. "Do you want me to walk you home?" he said. "That guy does look suspicious."
"No, I'll be fine, thank you."
"You're sure?"
"Yes. Thank you. You take care."
"You too," he said.

Was my friend right about the guy behind us? Did he sense he had ulterior motives? In the dark, the man's hoodie made him appear menacing. These days, young men who wear hoodies are regarded as up to no good. I wear a hoodie and just for fun I like wearing the hood up. It doesn't mean I'm out to mug someone.

If I had taken up my friend's offer to walk me home, I would have been demonstrating a lack of faith in Love's presence.

I walked the rest of the five minute journey safe in the knowledge that I walk in Love and there is nothing to fear.

I AM Love.

Enocia

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Marriage

2007-02-09T15:36:00.000Z

When people get married, the couple make a vow to forsake all others, be one, and stay together no matter what.

While I've never been married in the world's sense, I've always been in holy matrimony with my true self, the One.

Being in holy matrimony is knowing that there is no other life, love, wisdom or power but the One.
Being in holy matrimony involves living in oneness, being the One.

There have been times when I have had affairs with beliefs and ideas not in harmony with the One. The moment I have a change of heart, I renew my vow of forsaking all others i.e. duality in favour of the One.

In holy matrimony.

Enocia

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A Reminder to Be Myself

2007-02-09T10:58:00.000Z

On the bus a young man sat behind me and he started coughing and sneezing. I could also hear other passengers coughing and sneezing downstairs. To paraphrase Humphrey Bogart in Casablanca, of all the seat joints on this bus he has to sit right behind me.

What to do? I had three options.

Flight

As there were other seats available, I could sit as far away from the man as possible. I could even get off the bus and wait for another bus.

Fight

I could put my hood up to protect myself.

I could use truth principles by denying the existence of cough and cold.

I could even create a shield around me. There are various energy shields one could use: protection against the environment and pollution; protection against thoughts and emotions; protection against all kinds of attacks. I could programme the shield to either bounce back whatever it is back to sender, or I could send it back with love.

Be Myself

I could simply be myself. I thought: I AM the Sun radiating my rays of love, peace, joy, harmony and freedom to all. As if by magic the guy behind me stopped coughing and the rest of the bus went quiet.

Thank you fellow passengers for reminding me to be myself.

I am Light; I am Love.

Enocia

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Going Nowhere Fast

2007-02-08T11:36:00.000Z

I woke up this morning to discover several inches of snow. Looks pretty, great if you're into snow fighting, skiing or snow boarding, but not so great for walking in.

I decided a few inches of snow wasn't going to keep me indoors. I didn't need to shovel the snow from the front, a lovely man did this and sprinkled salt on the foot path.

Travelling on the bus was a real adventure. For some reason the bus got diverted. One passenger told me she'd been going round for two hours trying to get to the local college. She asked me if I knew where the driver was going. I said I didn't know. I asked the driver and he said he didn't have a clue; he was just following the road round and hoping for the best. After a while, one passenger recognised where we were. She said the driver was going to turn right at the roundabout and get back on the main road. The driver turned left.

"Oi, driver, where are you going? You should have turned right!"

The driver said he didn't know where he was or where he was going. Terrific! The blind leading the blind!

Another bus coming from the opposite direction stopped beside our bus. Our driver asked him which way to go. While they were discussing this, another passenger suggested that we get off and catch the bus on the other side. Great idea. A few of us going in the same direction got off and caught that bus, which took us exactly where we wanted to go.

Just as well it doesn't snow that often in London; everything will come to a standstill. Oh well, at least our little adventure got passengers chatting which is a rarity for Londoners.

But seriously, can one ever get lost?

Of course not. Though it seemed like we were lost, I knew we were on a bus. Right where I was, on that bus, was the solution.

Wherever I am, I AM.

Enocia

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Counting Sheep - Dedicated to a Dear Friend

2007-02-08T10:40:00.000Z

What's a sheep's favourite pastime?
Rambling and chopping.

Where do sheep shop?
Woolworths.

What's a sheep's favourite shoe shop?
Baaally.

What's a sheep's favourite festival?
Eweltide.

What was the name of the great sheep Jazz and trumpet player?
Eweie Armstrong.

What God do sheep worship?
Rama.

What do sheep chant?
Hari Rama, Hari Rama.

What God do rebellious sheep worship?
Baaaal.

What was the first sheep tower?
The Tower of Baaabel.

Name one sheep fairy tale.
Ali Baa Baa and the Forty Sheep.

Name one famous sheep psychic.
Eweri Geller.

What religion do sheep follow?
Ewenity.

What is the name of the international organisation for sheep?
Ewenited Nations.

What's a sheep's favourite holiday destination?
Baaali.

What's a sheep's favourite bottle of wine?
Lambrusco.

Name one famous sheep boxing champion.
Chris Ewebank.

What do you call a sheep with a single horn growing out of its head?
A ewenicorn

What does a sheep look like when it's bashful?
Sheepish.

Name another word for looking sheepish.
Embaaarasment.

What does a sheep pass when it has a pee
Ewerine.

What sort of hairdressers would boy and girl sheep go to given the choice?
Ewenisex.

Where do the most intelligent sheep originate from?
The Ewenited Kingdom.

Where do sheep who baa with funny accents live?
The Ewenited States.

Why do sheep love living in Newe Zealand?
Because the grass is always greener on the other side.

What's a sheep's clothing made of?
Sheepskin.

Baa Baa.
Enocia

Staying True to Self

2007-02-07T16:41:00.000Z

In a world of conflicting beliefs, how can you remain true to yourself?

Let's say you're reading a newspaper article. The article invites you to take sides: do you agree or disagree with the writer's perspective. You are invited to get involved in a debate and continue the discussion. The problem with getting involved in a discussion, where you choose sides, is you're in a state of conflict, i.e. being in a divided mind. Since there is only One having life, when I choose one side and reject another, I'm in a battle with myself. How can I be at peace when I'm in conflict?

How do I resolve this conflict?

Well, when I read the article in silence, I am being the One that is neither for or against. I am being myself that is free of beliefs or dogma. I am without form and void. I am being the Light that we all are.

Does this mean when I choose something I am in a divided mind? It depends on what place you're coming from when you make your choice. If by choosing you're thinking all others are bad and yours is good, you're in a state of conflict. Remember the universe accepts all beliefs and all choices. When you make a decision from a place of acceptance, you're simply being yourself in a way you choose to experience that moment of Now.

What about if you're having a conversation with someone? You can't just sit there and say nothing when someone expects you to share your view? I tend to listen in silence. If it's something the person needs me to give an opinion about, all I can do is state my truth as I see it. I'm neither denying another's truth nor am I denying mine, I am simply being myself.

I am Self.

Enocia

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The Weaker, the Stronger

2007-02-06T16:05:00.000Z

Asking for help is not a sign of weakness. There is strength in letting go and letting the infinite self do everything on your behalf.

The more you call out for help the more light you are open to receive.

The more you realise you can't do anything on your own, the more light you receive to do the work on your behalf.

The weaker you are, the stronger you become.

Enocia

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I Love London

2007-02-06T10:45:00.000Z

Yesterday evening on a bus I eavesdropped two passengers speaking about living in London and Londoners in particular. I could see from their accents that they weren't British.

"Look at them. They are so unfriendly. They sit so close and ignore one another. Some of them look so lonely," one said.

"Not all of them are unfriendly," the other said. "Sometimes if you speak to them they are quite polite."

"Yes, but some of them just ignore you. If someone is nice I'm nice back. If someone is rude, I'm gong to be rude as well."

And so they continued until it was time to get off.

While I was listening to their conversation I had my eyes closed. I certainly wasn't in the mood to speak to anyone. That's what I love about London: I don't have to speak to people if I don't feel like it. I can lose myself in my thoughts or in the silence without being distracted.

When I first moved to London from Sierra Leone, I felt like I had come home. I was sick of living in a place where people expect you to be a certain way. In London, I could be truly free to be myself. I can choose to be anonymous or not; sociable or not.

As regards Londoners being unfriendly, it depends on one's perception. I always find people are nice when I chat to them. Many times all it takes is a smile. There's no need to get into heavy conversation. Besides, we are always communing in the silence anyway.

I would recommend anyone who is on the "spiritual path" to live in a city like London, which helps you to cultivate and be in peace.

I love London.
I love Londoners.

Enocia

I AM

2007-02-05T11:23:00.000Z

While God is all there is, each of us is unfolding God in different ways. For me it's about focusing on the I AM. The I AM is guide in my "destination to nowhere."

All that I seek I AM.
The universe is I AM.

To have an experience I simply need to be still and know I AM the experience.

I AM Life
I AM Truth
I AM Freedom
I AM Love
I AM THAT I AM.

Enocia

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Far Out!

2007-02-03T11:40:00.000Z

As I was sitting in the bookshop reading a Tintin comic, I felt a bit sleepy but I tried to stay awake. Suddenly I saw my body changing into light. I didn't have one body but zillions of light bodies all occupying the same space. The bodies reminded me of the Jackson 5 Don't Blame It on the Boogie music video, where all their motions are light in motion. It was good to see myself as infinity in motion.

I also saw Captain Haddock, one of the characters from the Tintin books coming out of the wall. Far out!

Who needs to take hallucinogenic drugs when I can have a trip at the drop of a hat? Perhaps, I've been reading far too many Tintin comics.

Enocia

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Nature or Nurture?

2007-02-02T14:25:00.000Z

Yesterday I read an article in the Daily Mail about a cat that was put on anti-depressant drugs because the cat was depressed:

The patient would not go out for fear of being bullied, moped around the house and sought comfort in eating.

Eventually there was nothing for it. Twiglet the cat had to be put on Prozac.

The 12-year-old grey tabby, whose weight had ballooned to 15lb, became one of the first pets in Britain to be given anti-depressant drugs, on the advice of a vet who said she had 'anger management issues'.

And the results have been dramatic. Five months later, Twiglet has lost almost 7lb and is roaming around the back garden without fear. Sour puss sweetened by a dose of Prozac
I believe while all animals have their own unique personalities, it's not a cat's nature to be depressed. Depression is a human belief that the animal has picked up, as are comfort-eating and getting fat due to lack of exercise. If this cat lived in the wild or in another culture it's likely that she would have been different.

When I was growing up in Sierra Leone, domestic animals could look after themselves. Dogs took themselves off for walks. People didn't take their animals to vets. If an animal was sick he instinctively knew what to do. Only in countries like the UK are animals taken to vets, dogs being taken to fat camps; and now a cat being prescribed Prozac for depression.

In K9 Magazine there is a lovely article about a Rottweiler dog that has been looking after two lambs. This breed gets so much flack because they are regarded as naturally aggressive. This article begs to differ:

A spokesman for the Kennel Club, said "in the right hands Rottweilers should not pose a problem."

He added: "Rottweilers were originally bred as guard dogs in Germany, but in the right hands they should not pose of problem. They are not born aggressive, they learn it from us. K9 Magazine
Before putting your animal friend on medication please consider the possibility that your friend may very well be acting out human beliefs. The best way to help your furry friend is to be in a state of love; your animal friend will pick up on this love and be its natural self which is love.

All my love to all the animals in the world.

Enocia

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Publicity Stunts

2007-02-02T13:42:00.000Z

In London there are so many freebie newspapers it's a wonder anyone buys the national newspapers. I reckon freebies are tools the media use to attract their readers. First, whet readers' appetites with the headlines; next, reel them in with part of the story; and before you know it readers are buying newspapers and magazines so they can know the gory details.

In today's Metro, another freebie, I saw a photograph of a Rottweiler called Molly and two lambs which Molly has been looking after. I was so touched by the photograph, I looked up the story on the web. While I found several stories this one was very interesting:

"When K9 Magazine spoke to PR guru Max Clifford in K9 Magazine, we asked him how he would generate some good PR for the Rottweiler, a breed that has received some negative press over the years. He told us he would publish a story involving a Rottweiler saving the life of a child. It seems though, that the Rottweiler has gone one better and doesn't need the help of the UK's most prominent publicist, as one loving Rottweiler seems to have pulled off a PR masterstroke without even realising it.

"Molly, an eleven month old Rottweiler belonging to Maria Forster of Powys has 'adopted' two young lambs and is taking rather good care of the delicate little creatures." Full story at K9 Magazine
It's good to see how PR can be used to promote love.

The media is simply a tool, which in itself is neither good nor bad; it's how you use it that counts.

Enocia

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Rules

2007-02-02T10:58:00.000Z

As we were approaching the bus stop where I wanted to get off, I noticed a sign on the stop that said "bus stop not in use." Why that was the case was a mystery to me. There were many passengers waiting at the stop anyway. The bus driver drove past the stop without stopping.

"Whoa, driver, this is my stop. Can you open the doors?"
"I can't stop there," he said.

A young woman in front of me pressed the Emergency button, the doors opened, and we got out.

Rules, rules, rules. Who makes up these bloody rules anyway?

Rules limit you to seeing yourself in a limited way. My real Self that is Spirit cannot obey rules. You can't put Spirit in a box when Spirit is already outside the box and everywhere present.

I am Spirit; it is my nature to fly.

Enocia

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Happiness

2007-02-01T12:45:00.000Z

You could be the most successful person in the world, as the world defines success, and not be happy. On the other hand, you could have nothing in material terms but be brimming with happiness. What is happiness?

Last night I watched Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason on television. I've seen the first instalment, Bridget Jones's Diary but not this one. Bridget Jones is a woman in her early thirties struggling with love, relationships and career. The sequel follows Bridget's relationship four weeks after she got together with her beloved Darcy.

I love how true to character Bridget is: Bridget has a good heart, tries very hard to get things right and fails miserably, gets herself into tricky situations, and feels insecure about her weight. Yet Darcy loves her as she is.

Bridget soon has it in her head that Darcy is having an affair with this gorgeous woman and she breaks up with him. Soon she's finds herself working with an ex-boyfriend in Thailand. She's tempted to sleep with him but doesn't go through with it. On her way back to England, Bridget is arrested for drug trafficking. After she's gone through a period of feeling sorry for herself for being in jail, Bridget is back to true Bridget Jones form. In one scene she teaches her fellow inmates how to dance to Madonna's song "Like a Virgin." Finally, her beloved Darcy gets the charges against her dropped.

When Bridget finally confronts the woman she believes is the reason for her and Darcy splitting up, her "rival" confesses that she's not in love with Darcy but with Bridget. That's Bridget for you; when she gets things wrong, she really gets it wrong. Yet her beloved Darcy loves her regardless and they end up back together and engaged.

The reason why we all seek love is because when you're truly accepted for who you are, you can be even more of yourself. It could be you are only open for Love to come from a partner, family and friends. It could be you are open to receive Love from the Universe. There is nothing more wonderful than knowing that every moment the Universe accepts you as you are regardless of your beliefs or behaviour. As you allow yourself to be and experience love, you are giving yourself the freedom to be yourself.

The wonderful thing about being yourself is that the Universe picks up on that vibe and reflects it back to you. You find everything around you is inspired to be themselves. What better gift to give others than to be yourself.

Happiness is being true to yourself. The way to be true to yourself is to love yourself as who you are.

I am who I am; I am happiness.

Enocia

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Preaching to the Unconverted

2007-02-01T11:34:00.000Z

While I often drink water straight from the tap, I prefer it cold. I tend to store water in a bottle in the fridge. I woke up in the middle of the night and fancied some water. I drank some water straight from the bottle and kept the bottle beside me so I could have a sip later.

As I was filling up the bottle with water my mother said to me, "Why don't you let the water run before you put it in the bottle?"

I could see her point. Sometimes when you turn the tap on the water that comes out is quite cloudy. I didn't respond, I simply put the bottle of cloudy water in the fridge.

Mum must have realised who she was talking to because she said, "You don't take any notice of these things, do you?"

"You're preaching to the unconverted, mum," I said.

I don't believe in drinking X amount of glasses of water a day, as the experts tell us.
I don't believe in drinking only spring water, tap water suits me fine.
I don't believe in following any diets.
I don't believe in nutrients, carbs or supplements.
I don't believe in pills and potions.
I don't believe in germs.
I don't believe in diseases.
I don't believe in exercises.
I don't believe in beauty products that claim to make you look young.

There are times when I play the game of beliefs even though I don't believe in them. For instance, as soon as I get home, my mother insists that I wash my hands because she believes I have picked up germs on my travels. I do it just to keep the peace.

Belief in germs is like believing in lice. How many adults do you know who have lice? I use public transport a lot and a lot of kids in London travel by buses. How come adults don't catch lice? Because consensus reality states only children have lice.

What do I believe?

I believe in Love.
I believe Love is my nature.
I believe Love is all there is.
I believe in being myself.

Enocia

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Sweetness and Light

2007-01-31T13:31:00.001Z

In a previous piece called Nectar, I wrote about how I'm experiencing a sweet flavour in my saliva. It's something that's been gradually building up and now I taste that sweetness all the time. The only snag about having the sweet taste is it makes all food taste the same. Now I find I have to be very present when I'm eating. I guess this has to a good thing because I used to just wolf things down; now I focus on savouring the taste.

I've noticed that as soon as I've finished eating, the sweet taste takes over and it's as if I haven't had anything. The sweetness is in my mouth when I go to bed and in my mouth when I wake up. This means my mouth tastes sweet whether I brush my teeth or not.

I believe the taste is symbolic of the Light and Love that I am that is Perfection; nothing can be added to or taken away from Perfection. It's like I'm being giving a clean slate every moment.

How sweet is love.

Enocia

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Dreams Can Come True, But...

2007-01-30T13:05:00.000Z

Last night I watched a documentary called Sick in the Sun about expats living in Spain who have had problems getting their medical needs met.

It seems to me these expats have swapped one dream for another. That's the problem with dreams, whether it's a nice dream or a nightmare, it's still a dream.

In one dream, you're a Brit living in the UK and dissatisfied with your lot in life. I know, I'll dream myself in Spain where I can retire and enjoy life in the sun. If you've got lots of dosh, you can afford to have the best medical facilities and live how you want. However, in both dreams you're fast asleep i.e. you're still dreaming you're someone subject to old age, sickness and death. In fact, the reason why you dreamed yourself a new life in Spain in the first place is because you want to retire to Spain. To retire you have to believe there comes a point in your life when you want to rest from work. You also must believe that at your time of life you need to be warm, as the British weather can make one sick and miserable. If you have good medical insurance, this also means you're expecting to get sick.

On the other hand, you could be a lucid dreamer who is very much aware he's in a dream. As a lucid dreamer you can choose the kinds of dreams you want to have. You can dream yourself living in another place without the baggage of aging, sickness and death, unless you consciously want to play that role.

Dreams can come true but I prefer to be very conscious in my dreams, thank you very much.

Enocia

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Friendship

2007-01-30T12:31:00.000Z

In our neighbourhood there is this elderly lady I chat to; more like she talks and I listen. Every time I see her she talks about the pain in her knee and even shows me her knee. The last time I saw her she told me that she can't take the anti-inflammatory pills the doctor has prescribed because she feels they react with her other pills. I can relate to what she's saying because I've had problems with my knee before. However, as we appear to live in different paradigms i.e. we have different models of reality, all I can do is listen in silence and wish her well.

This morning on my way from the local shop I saw her approaching me. She told me she was going to the doctor to get some anti-inflammatory pills for her knee as she doesn't want it to remain swollen. After she'd finished she kissed my cheek and said, "Thank you for being such a good friend. I know you've got your own problems but you always stop and listen to me."

I guess we all need friends who can listen without judgment.

My best friend in the whole world is the universe who listens in silence to every gripe I have without judgment.

Enocia

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Beauty

2007-01-30T10:34:00.000Z

While beauty is difficult to define, you know when you experience it.

So my mother asked me to photocopy a letter she'd handwritten. At the shop, the shopkeeper admired my mother's handwriting. She said it's so beautiful and perfect. I agreed with her. My mother's handwriting is like calligraphy but she doesn't see it that way; she thinks of her writing as shaky. When I gave her the copies I reminded her that she's got the most beautiful handwriting I've ever seen; it looks like one of the fonts on the computer. She said while she was at the post office recently the lady at the counter asked her who had written the address on the envelope because it was beautiful. She even passed the envelope round for her colleagues to admire.

My mother also loves words; she's got an excellent command of the English language. I guess her love of English and words come together to express as the beautiful handwriting people love and admire. Because of my mother's command of English, I don't like her reading my articles because she has a tendency to spot grammatical errors. I tell her to stop focusing on the words; it's the ideas that count. Yeah right!

Another way my mother expresses beauty is in her voice. She's got the most amazing singing voice; I know it's the voice of her real self. I've told her lots of times that she has a gift that needs to be expressed. She says she will like to get her voice trained.

I don't see the point of training what is already perfect, just let Music express through. When I watch people sing I find it interesting to see how they're expressing the music. I can see music as light pouring through the person's crown. When someone is letting the Light in it's pure magic, beauty in motion. Leona Lewis, last year's X-Factor winner had that magic. Her voice was so pure and true. You name it, she can sing it. Most people agreed that she's the best singer they've ever had on that Reality TV show. Not only was she a wonderful singer, she was lovely too. She is beauty in expression. I hope she doesn't get trained out of being true to herself.

Beauty is who we all are. As my mother, beauty expresses as her handwriting, her singing, her cooking, her sense of style and so much more.

In appreciation of beauty.

Enocia

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Nectar

2007-01-29T15:55:00.001Z

For a while now I've been secreting sweet saliva. The taste reminds me of nectar. I used to drink nectars from flowers when I was a child.

According to botanists, flowers produce nectar to attract pollinating insects. Nectar is the essence of the flower. All flowers must have their own unique tasting nectar.

It is possible I'm secreting my own sweet taste of love. It's a shame my saliva doesn't taste like chocolate though.

Now that I'm producing my nectar, all I need is one pollinating animal who is male, attractive, wicked sense of humour, tall, slim, fun to be with...and full of love nectar.

Enocia

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Commitment

2007-01-29T12:49:00.000Z

It's amazing what people will do to get your attention.

On the bus, I sat facing two passengers. There was barely enough legroom to swing a mouse let alone a cat. Opposite me was a young woman with her legs crossed. Though her boots kept rubbing against my trousers she was oblivious to what she was doing. Beside her was another man speaking to his friend beside me. As he spoke he kept pushing his feet forward pushing mine out of the way. After a while I told him to watch his feet. He apologised. When the woman opposite me got off I sat next to the man. He apologised again and said he gets really excited when he's speaking and he wasn't aware of what he was doing. He thanked me for bringing this to his attention.

My new friend asked me where I was born. I said in London. He said he was from Greece but living and working in London. He has two kids in Greece. He asked me where I lived. I told him. He thought from my skin and body build I looked about 22 or 25 max. I told him I was 40. He was amazed. He asked his friend to guess my age and he thought I was 25. (Author's note: It must be all that tissue paper I eat that keeps me looking so young).

He asked me what I did. I told him I was a writer and I share experiences of living as Love, as I see it. He was happy to hear it. He said at least I have the time to focus my all on this and share my experiences, which people need. He said although he would love to have time to think and do what I do, his focus is on supporting his family and giving his kids the best he can. I said we all choose our way. As long as he's happy with his choice then that's fine.

Later I thought about the conversation I had with my friend on the bus. Life is really about making a commitment to yourself. I'm totally committed to being true to myself and that has been my focus. I've been given the space and assistance to do just that. I believe my whole life has been designed for that purpose. This is why I have no desire to have kids.

My friend's way is raising kids and doing all he can to provide for them. That's his commitment and I admire him for that.

I am 100% committed to living life as I know it here and now.

Enocia

The Master

2007-01-29T12:04:00.000Z

There are Masters walking among us. I met one such Master yesterday.

He appeared as an elderly black gentleman. On the bus, a younger guy offered him a seat next to me but he declined. The younger guy insisted so he sat next to me. We got off at the same stop. I didn't feel like walking to the traffic light and thought I would jaywalk. The man had the same idea. As we waited for the bus to move off, another man joined us. I was now flanked by two fellow jaywalkers. I guess there's safety in numbers.

One side of the road was clear but the other side had flowing traffic. The elderly gentleman on my left was such a cool customer - he put his hand out and the driver stopped and let us through. I ran to catch my next bus already at the bus stop. So did the elderly man.

I believe the elderly gentleman was a Master Jaywalker. I'm going to use his technique next time I jaywalk. Failing that, I could always use my tried and tested method i.e. intending that the road is clear before I jaywalk.

Thank you Master Jaywalker; I salute you.

Enocia

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Life as I Know It

2007-01-29T10:58:00.000Z

A while back I read in the Metro newspaper about a German woman called Melanie who spotted the man of her dreams on the tube while she was on a trip to London. She secretly photographed him. In a desperate search she emailed his photograph across the Internet. Before long the man ended up seeing his photograph in an article on the Metro and he got in contact. In today's Metro is an article about the couple's first romantic date in London as arranged by the Metro. See Our great date.

In the same newspaper, I read an article called "Serena: Sister's memory helped me to shock victory":

Australian Open champion Serena Williams claimed the memory of her oldest sister inspired her to success over favourite Maria Sharapova in the final. ...Williams, the first unseeded player to win the title for 29 years, added she was desperate to secure victory to honour her sister, Yetunde, who was shot dead in Compton California in September 2003. 'Every day I write notes for my match. My note for this final was just "Yetunde". That was all. That's it,' she added. 'Usually I write "look at the ball, move forward, do this, do that". I just had one word. Every changeover I looked at it and just thought about how happy she would have been, how much she always supported me. I just thought about what an amazing sister she was to me. I just said "Serena, this has to be motivating. This has to be more than enough to motivate me." Metro
What do the two articles have in common? Both are about women reaching out in love. Melanie reached out to the Internet to help her find the man of her dreams; while Serena reached out to her sister Yetunde to help her in her tennis. Both women trusted in what they were doing.

If Melanie and Serena can achieve what they did, imagine what life would be like if you lived with the awareness that you're always being supported in all you do.

For me, Life is the infinite universe in motion. Living is about knowing that in every moment I'm being supported by the entire universe. As I walk it's not just me walking but Life, infinity, moving me. As I talk it's not just me talking but Life, infinity, talking. As I write it's not just me writing but Life, infinity, writing.

This is life as I know it.

Enocia

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Destination Nowhere

2007-01-27T10:38:00.001Z

Years ago some friends and I explored the Peak District National Park which is described as follows:

"The area has often been described as a microcosm of the English landscape: peaks and dales, rivers, woodland, moors and meadows all have their place in this wild Utopia. Acre upon acre of unspoilt countryside, remote and dramatic, looking much the same today as it did a century or more ago. But it is no mere chance that this outstanding beauty has remained for all to enjoy." Peak District
The peaks looked so immense, I felt small and insignificant. As we explored the park, I fantasised about what it would be like to stand on top of one of those peaks. My wish soon came true - my friends suggested we climb up "Lover's Leap." Legend has it that the cliff was named after a failed suicide attempt. After a woman was jilted, she tried to commit suicide by jumping off that particular cliff but her skirt acted like a parachute and broke her fall. While it was quite exhausting climbing up the cliff, as I hadn't done anything like that before, it was a lot of fun and well worth the effort. I felt like I was on top of England.

After we'd enjoyed the scenery from the top it was time to descend. How do we get back down, I wondered? Is there a lift that takes you down? My friends broke the bad news that the legs that took me up were the same legs that were going to take me down. I was terrified. I had visions of myself rolling down the cliff. The whistling wind didn't help matters either; it's as if it was egging me on. My friends suggested we climb down the other side and explore that part of the terrain. Step by tentative step, we descended; all the while I was cussing myself for going up in the first place. I made a vow that I would never repeat that experience. It turned out to be quite a laugh coming down. I also enjoyed exploring other parts of the park.

After I had conquered Lover's Leap, I dreamed of bigger cliffs, hills and mountains to conquer. I could start off with Ben Nevis in Scotland, then work my way up to Mt Kilimanjaro in Africa, which will prepare me for the ultimate conquest - Everest. I haven't got round to doing any of them as yet.

What has all this got to do with destination nowhere? My experience of Lover's Leap represents how I used to see the spiritual path - it was about getting to the top of the mountain. While we're all climbing different faces of the mountain, we're all heading for the same place, the peak. When you reach the top of the mountain, you have arrived and can then be your real self. Now I know there is no such place. All I know is God/Love/Life is all there is. Right where I am is God. Whether you're on top of Mt Everest, Kilimanjaro or on the River Nile, there is only God. There is, therefore, nowhere to go but to experience life here and now. I also believe God is the self of all. Therefore, every experience is really about exploring myself. Whether I am climbing a cliff or mountain, writing an article, or spending time with someone, I am exploring who I am in my own unique way.

Most of the spiritual material out there are destination orientated. 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. Babies can tell us what life is like being here now, but they can't read or write. It's a shame there are no books written by animals, at least I've never come across one. I know there are writers who have channelled animals; I have channelled quite a few articles myself. I would imagine if animals wrote books they will have titles like:

They Sniff Him Here They Sniff Him Everywhere
Cat Among the Pigeons - An Adventure
The Neigh Sayers - Straight from the Horse's Mouth
Grin and Bear it - A Crocodile's Tale
Not Just a Laughing Matter - A Hyena's View
Bouncing My Way to Happiness: A Kangaroo Autobiography

For now, we're just going to have to make do with people channelling animal stories. Speaking of which, two days ago on my way home I saw this man walking his dog. He stopped and told her off for her exuberance. I felt sorry for the dog and said she was cute. The dog wanted to play with me but her friend pulled her away. As we walked he told me she was a year old Labrador with way too much energy for his liking. He said he's even been thinking of letting her go but his son would be very upset. As we walked, at the dog's pace of course, he told me about the spat he had with his neighbour. One day his neighbour was confronted by the Labrador and started running. He told her to stay still but the woman didn't listen and ended up falling and spraining her ankle. The woman accused the dog of attacking her and reported the incident to the police. When the police officers arrived, the dog licked one on her face. Based on the new evidence, the police officers decided the dog was too friendly to have attacked the woman and the case was dismissed. There you have it, I've just channelled the Labrador's story called "It's a Dog's Life."

There is no destination, nowhere to go to; there is only now. Though I live in London, it's actually God appearing as London. It could take me thousands of years to explore every nook and cranny of God being London, let alone the entire earth. I'm going to have a damn good try anyway.

I am being myself here and now.

Enocia

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