<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026</id><updated>2012-01-01T12:09:50.293Z</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>193</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-114051956096879958</id><published>2006-06-15T23:01:00.021Z</published><updated>2012-01-01T12:03:01.188Z</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Readers</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;This blog was originally called &lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/02/articles-for-all-is-light-all-is-love.html"&gt;All is Light; All is Love&lt;/a&gt; but I have renamed it &lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/"&gt;Home Sweet Home!&lt;/a&gt; to reflect who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please note the writings on this blog are experiences, insights and realisations I have had based on my beliefs of reality. They also serve as notes and reminders for myself. They are not meant to instruct the reader in any way. If you can resonate with my experiences, brilliant! If not, brilliant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have listed these articles in alphabetical order under two headings: Causeless and Cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my current and previous blogs see &lt;a href="http://beingthemagic4.blogspot.com/p/my-other-blogs.html"&gt;My Other Blogs&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless otherwise stated, all articles are copyright © 2006-2012 Enocia Joseph. You have my permission to copy and distribute articles for personal use only. Please include the link to the particular blog. For any other use other than personal, and any comments you might have, please email &lt;a href="mailto:theoneinall@googlemail.com"&gt;theoneinall@googlemail.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much gratitude and love to &lt;a href="http://bengilberti.com/"&gt;Ben Gilberti&lt;/a&gt; for designing the Light fractal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love,&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Articles in Alphabetical Order&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Causeless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--A--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/tribute-to-unexpected-joy.html"&gt;A Tribute to Unexpected Joy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/acceptance.html"&gt;Acceptance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/aha-i-see-light.html"&gt;Aha! I See the Light&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--B--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/06/blessings.html"&gt;Blessings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/breaking-out-of-projection-habit.html"&gt;Breaking Out of the Projection Habit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--D--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/dear-god-what-is-your-will-for-me.html"&gt;Dear God, What is Your Will For Me?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/dont-pooh-pooh-my-poo.html"&gt;Don't Pooh Pooh My Poo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/dont-worry-be-thankful.html"&gt;Don't Worry, Be Thankful&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--E--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/echo-echo.html"&gt;Echo, Echo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/echo-echo-part-2.html"&gt;Echo, Echo - Part 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/06/endless-love.html"&gt;Endless Love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/eternal-moment.html"&gt;Eternal Moment&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/ever-new-joy.html"&gt;Ever New Joy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/extra-extra-read-all-about-it.html"&gt;Extra, Extra, Read All About It!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--F--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/06/faith-without-works-is-dead.html"&gt;Faith Without Works is Dead&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/field-of-possibilities-and-possible.html"&gt;Field of Possibilities and a Possible Solution for World Peace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--G--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/giver-or-getter.html"&gt;Giver or Getter?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/giving-and-receiving-revisited.html"&gt;Giving and Receiving - Revisited&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/06/grace-in-action.html"&gt;Grace in Action&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/grace-revisited.html"&gt;Grace - Revisited&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--H--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/06/house-of-mirrors.html"&gt;House of Mirrors&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--I--&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/06/insider-information.html"&gt;Insider Information&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--J--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/06/judging-by-appearances.html"&gt;Judging By Appearances&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--L--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/06/let-there-be-light.html"&gt;Let There Be Light&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/06/lets-get-it-on.html"&gt;Let's Get It On&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/06/life.html"&gt;Life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/lights-camera-action-even-more-new-joy.html"&gt;Lights, Camera, Action! Even More New Joy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/06/like-flower.html"&gt;Like a Flower&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/living-in-present-moment-in-practice.html"&gt;Living in the Present Moment - In Practice&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/04/love-has-no-cause.html"&gt;Love Has No Cause&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/06/love-has-no-limits.html"&gt;Love Has No Limits&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/love-takes-all-forms.html"&gt;Love Takes All Forms&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--M--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/06/memory-recall.html"&gt;Memory Recall&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--N--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/never-mind-clouds.html"&gt;Never Mind the Clouds&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/no-compromise.html"&gt;No Compromise&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/no-other-law-but-god.html"&gt;No Other Law But God&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/no-slaving-for-bread-sir.html"&gt;No Slaving For Bread, Sir&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/06/no-thoughts-words-or-feelings-just.html"&gt;No Thoughts, Words or Feelings; Just Love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--O--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/06/of-course-people-care.html"&gt;Of Course People Care!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/oh-joy.html"&gt;Oh, Joy!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--P--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/06/perfect-weather.html"&gt;Perfect Weather&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--S--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/06/saved-by-bell_12.html"&gt;Saved By the Bell&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/stop-looking-for-cause.html"&gt;Stop Looking for a Cause!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/staying-in-your-power.html"&gt;Staying in Your Power&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--T--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/taking-responsibility.html"&gt;Taking Responsibility&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/04/causeless-realm-and-why-i-love-mary.html"&gt;The Causeless Realm and Why I love Mary Poppins&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/06/game-of-me-not-me-me-me-and-not-me-not.html"&gt;The Game of Me, Not Me; Me, Me; and Not Me, Not Me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/game-of-plugging-in.html"&gt;The Game of Plugging In&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/inner-heart.html"&gt;The Inner Heart&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/06/love-is-all-there-is-detonator.html"&gt;The Love is All There Is Detonator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/mirror-image-experiment.html"&gt;The Mirror Image Experiment&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/06/one.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The One&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/06/one-moment-of-now-is-like-sun.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The One Moment of Now is Like the Sun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/one-that-is-uniquely-me.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The One That is Uniquely Me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/06/present-moment.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Present Moment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/will-to-do-good.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Will to Do Good&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/06/thought-for-day_09.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thought for the Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/time-out-how-to-live-in-present-moment.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time Out! How to Live in the Present Moment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--U--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/06/understanding.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Understanding&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/unknown-territory-causeless-cause.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unknown Territory, Causeless Cause&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--W--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-is-prayer.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is Prayer?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-is-wealth.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is Wealth?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/why-do-i-have-body.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why Do I Have a Body?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--A--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/04/all-is-one.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All is One&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/04/acceptance.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acceptance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--B--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/03/back-to-drawing-board.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Back to the Drawing Board&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/04/be-formless.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be Formless&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/04/behind-scenes-what-keeps-us-from-being.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Behind the Scenes - What Keeps Us from Being Love?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/02/being-myself.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Being Myself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/03/being-what-i-wish-to-experience.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Being What I Wish to Experience&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/03/breaking-bondage-mentality_18.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Breaking the Bondage Habit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/04/bury-your-head-in-sand.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bury Your Head in the Sand&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--C--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/03/chuckles-from-spike-milligan.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chuckles from Spike Milligan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/02/coming-home.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coming Home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--E--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/04/excerpts-from-lost-sutras-of-jesus.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Excerpts from the Lost Sutras of Jesus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--F--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/03/father-mother-universe-knows-best.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Father-Mother Universe Knows Best&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/03/floccinaucinihilipilification.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Floccinaucinihilipilification&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/04/freak-out.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Freak Out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/04/friendships.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friendships&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--G--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/03/getting-high.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Getting High&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/03/god-doesnt-make-mistakes.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God Doesn't Make Mistakes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/04/god-gets-all-credit.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God Gets All the Credit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/03/god-is-everywhere.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God is Everywhere&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/04/great-expectations.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Great Expectations&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/04/great-news.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Great News!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--H--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/04/heaven-on-earth-is-now.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heaven on Earth is Now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/03/holding-vision.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Holding the Vision&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/04/house-makeover.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;House Makeover&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/03/how-about-that.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How About That!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--I--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-am-affirmations.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I AM Affirmations&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/03/if-at-first-you-dont-succeed.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If At First You Don't Succeed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/03/if-you-feel-urge-to-fly-then-fly-you.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If You Feel the Urge to Fly, then Fly You Must&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/03/illusion_11.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Illusion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/03/immaculate-concept-re-writing-my-life.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Immaculate Concept - Re-Writing My Life Story&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/03/inexhaustible-supply-of-love.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inexhaustible Supply of Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/03/infinite-self.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Infinite Self&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/04/instruments-of-love.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Instruments of Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--L--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/03/lets-play-together_27.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let's Play Together&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/03/life-is-bus-journey.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life is a Bus Journey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/03/living-as-my-real-self.html"&gt;Living as My Real Self&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/03/love-is-unconditioned-and.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love is Unconditioned and Unconditional&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--M--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/03/materialism-spiritualism-a_114182519802999045.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Materialism, Spiritualism, Alternative Realities, and Drama&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/03/mirror-mirror-on-wall.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mirror Mirror on the Wall&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/04/mistaken-identity.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mistaken Identity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-book-of-life.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Book of Life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-inner-dj.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Inner DJ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-personal-creed_07.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Personal Creed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-vision_10.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Vision&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--N--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/04/neighbours.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Neighbours&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/02/no-judgments.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No Judgments&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/03/no-limits.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No Limits&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/03/no-time-passes.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No Time Passes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/03/nothing-cannot-harm-you.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nothing Cannot Harm You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/04/nothing-to-be-or-do.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nothing to Be or Do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--O--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/04/old-habits-are-dying-hard-thank-god.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Old Habits are Dying Hard, Thank God!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/03/only-one-self-exists.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Only One Self Exists&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/04/one-self-many-players.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One Self, Many Players&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--P--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/04/persistence-of-gods-presence.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Persistence of God's Presence&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/04/playing-to-draw.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Playing to Draw&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/04/power-walking.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Power Walking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--R--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/04/reality-check.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reality Check!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/03/route-master.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Route Master&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--S--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/02/self-awareness-and-self-expression.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Self-Awareness and Self-Expression&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/02/self-remembering.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Self-Remembering&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/03/shapeshifting.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shapeshifting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/03/stop-following-me.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop Following Me!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/04/stop-trying-so-hard.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop Trying So Hard!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/03/supply-and-demand-are-one_13.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Supply and Demand are One&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--T--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/03/artist.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Artist&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/03/eternal-present.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Eternal Present&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/03/magician.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Magician&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/04/path-of-love.html"&gt;The Path of Love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/02/power-within.html"&gt;The Power Within&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/03/soul-is-always-perfect.html"&gt;The Soul is Always Perfect&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/02/thought-is-very-thing_28.html"&gt;The Thought is the Very Thing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/04/way-of-no-way.html"&gt;The Way of No Way&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/04/whirlpool-of-love.html"&gt;The Whirlpool of Love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/04/thought-impulses-and-detachment.html"&gt;Thought Impulses and Detachment&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/03/thought-of-day.html"&gt;Thought of the Day&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/03/trust_15.html"&gt;Trust&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--W--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/04/waiting.html"&gt;Waiting&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/04/wakey-wakey.html"&gt;Wakey-Wakey!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/03/walking-by-faith-and-not-by-sight.html"&gt;Walking by Faith and Not by Sight&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-do-dogs-do-all-day.html"&gt;What Do Dogs Do All Day?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-is-evolution_10.html"&gt;What is Evolution?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/02/who-am-i-really.html"&gt;Who am I Really?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/03/who-is-thinking-whom.html"&gt;Who is Thinking Whom?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Y--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/02/yahoo.html"&gt;Yahoo!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/03/you-are-beautiful_114328728323553546.html"&gt;You are Beautiful&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/03/you-cant-teach-old-dog-new-tricks.html"&gt;You Can't Teach an Old Dog New Tricks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6704/2197/1600/I_AM_ALL.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6704/2197/200/I_AM_ALL.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;These stories, listed in alphabetical order, represent the many paradigms/models of reality I have experienced. I have called them: "All is Light; All is Love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Articles for "All is Light; All is Love"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--A--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/02/all-is-love.html"&gt;All is Love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/01/are-you-trying-to-open-and-close-door.html"&gt;Are You Trying to Open and Close a Door at the Same Time?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/02/all-in-divine-order.html"&gt;All in Divine Order&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--C--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/02/cheery-disposition.html"&gt;Cheery Disposition&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/02/cosmic-conductor.html"&gt;Cosmic Conductor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--D--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/02/dissolving-personalities.html"&gt;Dissolving Personalities&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/02/do-angels-exist.html"&gt;Do Angels Exist?&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/02/do-what-you-love-and-love-what-you-do.html"&gt;Do What You Love and Love What You Do&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--E--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/02/effortless-living.html"&gt;Effortless Living&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--F--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/02/food-glorious-food.html"&gt;Food, Glorious Food&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--G--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/02/gratitude.html"&gt;Gratitude&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--H--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-valentines-day.html"&gt;Happy Valentine's Day!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/02/hold-that-bus.html"&gt;Hold that Bus!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/02/how-to-bring-out-love-that-is-present.html"&gt;How to Bring Out the Love that is Present&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--I--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-am-always-channelling.html"&gt;I am Always Channelling&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-in-love.html"&gt;I'm in Love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/02/in-perfect-oneness.html"&gt;In Perfect Oneness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/01/inspiration-is-everywhere.html"&gt;Inspiration is Everywhere&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/02/it-is-not-what-you-say-but-what-i.html"&gt;It is Not What You are Saying But What I Believe You are Saying&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--K--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/01/kaleidoscope-and-being-in-love.html"&gt;Kaleidoscope and Being in Love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--L--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/01/let-your-light-shine.html"&gt;Let Your Light Shine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/02/love-casts-out-fear.html"&gt;Love Casts Out Fear&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/02/love-is-all-around.html"&gt;Love is All Around&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/02/love-magnet.html"&gt;Love Magnet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--M--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/02/marking-your-territory.html"&gt;Marking Your Territory&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--O--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/02/one-in-thought_01.html"&gt;One in Thought&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--P--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/02/paradigms_20.html"&gt;Paradigms&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/02/priceless.html"&gt;Priceless!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/01/playing-part.html"&gt;Playing a Part&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/02/put-your-money-where-your-mouth-is.html"&gt;Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--T--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/02/law-of-one.html"&gt;The Law of One&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/02/mighty-us.html"&gt;The Mighty Us&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/01/through-glass-darkly.html"&gt;Through a Glass Darkly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/02/trust-in-many-hands-to-make-light-work.html"&gt;Trust in the Many Hands to Make Light Work&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--W--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/02/why-swearing-is-load-of-cobblers.html"&gt;Why Swearing is a Load of Cobblers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/01/wind-up-merchant.html"&gt;Wind-Up Merchant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Y--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/02/you-cheat.html"&gt;You Cheat!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-114051956096879958?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114051956096879958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114051956096879958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/06/welcome-to-readers.html' title='Welcome to Readers'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-115036899368885052</id><published>2006-06-15T11:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-30T12:36:10.939Z</updated><title type='text'>The Story Continues</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The story continues at &lt;a href="http://enociaj2.blogspot.com/"&gt;Home Sweet Home! - The Sequel&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to see you there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love,&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-115036899368885052?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/115036899368885052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/115036899368885052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/06/story-continues.html' title='The Story Continues'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-115029139719675151</id><published>2006-06-14T13:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-14T14:10:32.186Z</updated><title type='text'>No Thoughts, Words or Feelings; Just Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;There are no words, thoughts or feelings, just Love expressing Self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's say Love wishes to be expressed as joy.  Joy appears as the words that I use to have a banter with Internet friends; as a joke sent via email; or as a feeling of joy for no reason at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Love wishes to be expressed as a lovely walk in a park, Love appears as transportation to get me there, the energy to walk, nice weather, fellow walkers to chat to if I feel like it, and may even appear as ideas while I'm walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is Love in manifestation. Love appears as the experiences, the words, the ideas, and the Internet resources to make it happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is all there is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-115029139719675151?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/115029139719675151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/115029139719675151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/06/no-thoughts-words-or-feelings-just.html' title='No Thoughts, Words or Feelings; Just Love'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-115028422902156671</id><published>2006-06-14T10:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-15T13:51:00.853Z</updated><title type='text'>The One Moment of Now is Like the Sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The way we appear to have been "wired" as humans makes us focus on the past. In fact we always seem to be playing the game of "catch-up." For instance, when you look at something you're actually seeing a reflection of the thing a second ago not as it is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astronomers tell us that when you look at stars you're seeing into the past as it's taken many thousands of light years for the light from those stars to reach us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I wake up to the same old world. What if I woke up tomorrow and it was totally brand new? I wouldn't know anything or recognise anyone. I would be like Clive Wearing who can only remember music and his love for his wife and forgets every moment. (see &lt;a href="http://simplyenocia.blogspot.com/2005/11/living-in-eternal-now.html"&gt;Living in the Eternal Now&lt;/a&gt;). I have had this experience when I've had migraines. I can't remember anything because every new moment erases the previous one. I can't read because nothing makes sense. I know my mother but when she speaks I don't have a clue what she's on about. I find I can't function in that state at all as everything is meaningless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it our lot in life to be stuck in the past? Does God giveth the present moment with one Hand and taketh away with another?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is only one moment of Now. From that one moment of Now infinite brand new moments are emerging simultaneously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one moment of Now is like the sun sending out infinite rays. Each ray represents a "new moment" without beginning or end. When I experience a "new moment" I'm simply aware of a ray that already exists. However, my experience of the rays can make each ray appear to have a beginning and end. Let's say I meet someone "new." While our friendship feels new, somehow she feels very familiar. Of course she feels familiar; that friendship ray has existed for eternity, silly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The infinite rays are like the many satellite channels on television. While I'm watching BBC1 all the other channels are running concurrently. Meeting a "new" friend is like swapping channels and focusing on that channel for as long as is necessary. Speaking of which, a few days ago I met this woman at the bus stop. The "first time" we met was on a bus when she gave me some sweets and shared a funny story, which I shared in my &lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/04/neighbours.html"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;. We chatted till my bus arrived, then we pretended to part company, again. Oh, the games we play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does letting go of old hurts and pain fit into this paradigm. Well, the sun/one moment of Now is actually the one Soul that we all are - Love. The rays/moments emerging from Love are Its image and likeness. Hurt and pain do not have any reality because there is only Love. When I'm tempted to think of old "hurts," I remember who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Related article: &lt;a href="http://simplyenocia.blogspot.com/2005/12/manifesting-by-balloon-technique.html"&gt;Manifesting by the Balloon Technique&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-115028422902156671?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/115028422902156671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/115028422902156671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/06/one-moment-of-now-is-like-sun.html' title='The One Moment of Now is Like the Sun'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-115019879312877934</id><published>2006-06-13T11:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-22T17:10:00.457Z</updated><title type='text'>Understanding</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I was browsing at the bookshop yesterday. After I'd been reading for a few minutes I closed my eyes so I could be still. In fact, that's how I tend to read: read, stillness, read, stillness. Soon, the shop's security guard tapped me on my shoulder. He said I wasn't allowed to sleep in the bookshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit, I'm a bit of an expert sleeper who can sleep anywhere, but at that moment I was wide awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But I wasn't sleeping," I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You had your eyes closed and it looked like you were sleeping."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was only thinking," I said. "Aren't customers allowed to think with their eyes closed?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't say anything. He simply raised his arms indicating he didn't want to get into an argument, and he walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A part of me was feeling rebellious over the man's action so I continued to read and close my eyes. Then I had a thought: "How would you feel if you were the security guard?" In my mind's eye I saw him standing in front of me.  I saw that he wasn't trying to give me a hard time, he was only doing his job as he sees it. I felt immense love for him and felt love pouring from my heart to his. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just at that moment, the door opened and my security guard friend walked through the shop and headed downstairs. I decided it was time to leave. I also intended to have a word with my friend on my way out.  I found him standing on the ground floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me," I said, "I just want you to know that I appreciate where you're coming from. It obviously did look as if I was sleeping. I also know you were only doing your job, so I'm cool with that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiled and said, "thank you for understanding."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I returned his smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All is one; all is Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-115019879312877934?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/115019879312877934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/115019879312877934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/06/understanding.html' title='Understanding'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-115012879931585837</id><published>2006-06-12T15:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-30T16:19:40.153Z</updated><title type='text'>Like a Flower</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;On the bus yesterday I saw a guy giving a young woman the once-over, which is Brit speak for leering at what the girl did not have on. Then again, who am I to judge? I occasionally give guys the once-over.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at someone you find attractive is rather like admiring beautiful flowers. Unlike flowers you can look but can't touch unless you're given permission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walked home later I saw a single red rose on the pavement. I picked it up, admired it, had a good sniff, then gave it to my mother to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body is a beautiful flower. You're welcome to enjoy it from a distance, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-115012879931585837?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/115012879931585837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/115012879931585837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/06/like-flower.html' title='Like a Flower'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-115012721630438811</id><published>2006-06-12T15:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-12T15:46:56.320Z</updated><title type='text'>Insider Information</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I came to the library earlier today I was told the Internet was down. I didn't feel like doing any work on word processing so I decided to catch my bus into town. On my walk to the bus stop my Inner Voice said I should return to the library as the Internet was going to be up and running shortly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back. While I waited, I spoke to this guy who comes to the library to work. He shares my view that every moment is new and full of joy, you just have to be open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I checked the Internet again and it was back online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing like insider information!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-115012721630438811?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/115012721630438811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/115012721630438811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/06/insider-information.html' title='Insider Information'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-115012501273307062</id><published>2006-06-12T14:43:00.001Z</published><updated>2006-06-16T16:02:35.510Z</updated><title type='text'>Saved By the Bell</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;So the postman mis-delivered a letter to our address.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother opened the letter and then realised too late it was for someone else. She asked me if I could deliver the letter to the correct address and apologise on her behalf. I said I wasn't sure where the road was. I could have checked up the address but I wasn't too keen on the idea. Mum said she was sure her friend in the neighbourhood lived on that road. She suggested I leave the letter behind, and she would phone her friend to confirm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to catch my bus into town. Who should I see waiting for the bus but the same woman my mother was going to call. She was able to confirm that she lived on the same road as the addressee of the mis-delivered letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my mother wasn't aware I'd spoken to her friend while I was out, she telephoned her friend later. It turned out her friend lived next door to the addressee of the mis-delivered letter. Mum's friend offered to collect the letter and delivered it to her neighbour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it made no difference how the letter got delivered as long as it got delivered. At least "I" as Enocia didn't have to do it; the Universal "I" worked through another instrument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only one "I" exists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-115012501273307062?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/115012501273307062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/115012501273307062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/06/saved-by-bell_12.html' title='Saved By the Bell'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-115010926230028630</id><published>2006-06-12T10:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-15T13:51:59.726Z</updated><title type='text'>House of Mirrors</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Everything comes from Intelligence. There is nothing but Unity; there is nothing but Freedom; there is nothing but Completeness; there is nothing but Totality." &lt;a href="http://www.sacred-texts.com/eso/som/index.htm"&gt;The Science of Mind, Ernest Holmes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Have you ever visited a House of Mirrors at an amusement park? It is a building filled with mirrors that reflect distorted images of yourself. Some mirrors make you look extremely tall with arms like tentacles; some make you look huge; some make you look skinny; some make you look flat; some make you look round; etc. Other distortions in the House of Mirrors include uneven floors that give you the false impression that you're sliding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While distorted mirrors in the House of Mirrors make me appear in many funny shapes and sizes, they cannot change who I am. In other words, I am the same before I walk into the House of Mirrors, I am the same while I am experiencing distorted reflections of myself, and I am the same when I walk out of the House of Mirrors. The only thing I get out of the House of Mirrors is lots of laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three Dimensional reality we are experiencing called Earth is like a House of Mirrors and its nature is distortion. I am meant to enjoy it for what it is while staying focused on my identity as the eternal, unchanging, and one Infinite Self being expressed from my unique perspective. When I mistake the distortions for who I am, I am looking for trouble. And the rest, as they say, is madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the fact that I have been mesmerised by the House of Mirrors on many occasions, a part of me has never forgotten my true identity. My mother tells me when I was a child I used to tell anyone who would listen: "I am a clever girl; I am a beautiful girl." Well, I happen to agree with my "younger" self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only am I a clever girl, I am cleverness, brilliance, intelligence, light, wisdom, creativity, ingenuity, awareness, wit, truth, inspiration, imagination, excellence...and much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only am I a beautiful girl, I am beauty, symmetry, perfection, harmony, wholeness, love, goodness, wonder, life, being, oneness...and much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you find my brilliance intimidating? Does my confidence irritate you? Do you mumble to yourself: "Who does she think she is thinking she's all that?" Let me reflect the same question back at you: "Who do YOU think you are thinking you're not all that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For crying out loud, you're in a House of Mirrors! Lighten up! Have a good laugh at the distorted reflections you have come to believe you are. Roar at your flat body. Howl at your long neck and your ridiculously large head. Go on, have a good laugh. Have you had a bellyful? Let me remind you of something:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brilliance that I am, you are.&lt;br /&gt;The beauty that I am, you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each of us is the fullness of God in expression in every moment. If you ever have a moment when you forget who you are, treat it as a House of Mirrors moment and have a good chuckle. Then remember who you are: you are the same who walked into the House of Mirrors, you are the same for the duration of your visit, and will remain the same when you leave the House of Mirrors. In other words, you are always perfect no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is impossible for the House of Mirrors to change my identity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Brilliance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related articles: &lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/03/mirror-mirror-on-wall.html"&gt;Mirror, Mirror on the Wall&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/02/mighty-us.html"&gt;The Mighty Us&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://simplyenocia.blogspot.com/2005/12/dna.html"&gt;DNA&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://vector8.blogspot.com/2005/06/nothing-can-be-added-to-or-taken-away.html"&gt;Nothing Can be Added To or Taken Away From Perfection&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://vector8.blogspot.com/2004/12/life-is-roller-coaster_04.html"&gt;Life is a Roller-Coaster&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://www.powertoshare.com/dropzone/index.php?p=44"&gt;A Demonstration of Omnipresence&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-115010926230028630?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/115010926230028630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/115010926230028630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/06/house-of-mirrors.html' title='House of Mirrors'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-115003184677141902</id><published>2006-06-11T13:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-11T13:22:59.586Z</updated><title type='text'>Of Course People Care!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I was on another bus ride. I looked outside and noticed this woman walking beside the bus. All of a sudden she tripped and fell. Four pairs of hands immediately lifted her back on her feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That experience challenged the recent &lt;a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/pages/live/articles/news/news.html?in_article_id=389417&amp;in_page_id=1770&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;ico=Homepage&amp;icl=TabModule&amp;amp;icc=NEWS&amp;amp;ct=5"&gt;Daily Mail&lt;/a&gt; article about how motorists ignored a girl who had been injured in a hit-and-run accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my reality, people always care because Love is all there is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace and Love,&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related article: &lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/06/grace-in-action.html"&gt;Grace in Action&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-115003184677141902?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/115003184677141902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/115003184677141902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/06/of-course-people-care.html' title='Of Course People Care!'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-114994380931214002</id><published>2006-06-10T12:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-11T13:17:45.840Z</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday I saw this young man on the bus with the following words at the back of his T-shirt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Born Dead."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe true life is when you realise that you don't have a life, you are life. Otherwise, you are born dead and walking dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-114994380931214002?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114994380931214002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114994380931214002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/06/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-114994074046105833</id><published>2006-06-10T11:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-10T11:59:00.460Z</updated><title type='text'>Blessings</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday I carried a cardigan in a plastic carrier bag just in case it got cooler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my bus ride home, a young girl sat beside me. While her mother was swapping seats so she could sit near us, some grocery fell out of her carrier bag; presumably, there was a hole in the bag. I gave her my carrier bag and put on my cardigan as it was getting cooler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's only one of us in this game called life. When one is blessed all is blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love,&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-114994074046105833?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114994074046105833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114994074046105833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/06/blessings.html' title='Blessings'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-114993768006286813</id><published>2006-06-10T11:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-10T11:44:06.086Z</updated><title type='text'>Memory Recall</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Delight thyself also in the LORD; and he shall give thee the desires of thine heart. Commit thy way unto the LORD; trust also in him; and he shall bring it to pass." (&lt;a href="http://etext.lib.virginia.edu/etcbin/toccer-new2?id=KjvPsal.sgm&amp;images=images/modeng&amp;amp;data=/texts/english/modeng/parsed&amp;tag=public&amp;amp;part=37&amp;division=div1"&gt;Psalm 37: 4-5&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/blockquote&gt;A few days ago, I watched part of the film, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0108147/"&gt;Sister Act 2&lt;/a&gt; on television. There was one girl I recognised who is now a famous RnB singer, but I couldn't remember her name. I figured I would find out at the end of the film. When the credits started to roll, they went too fast and I missed her name. Oh well, her name will pop up at some point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how the singer's name popped up yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was waiting for a bus, a car drove by blaring the song "Family Affair" by the RnB singer, &lt;a href="http://www.mjblige.com/"&gt;Mary J Blige&lt;/a&gt;, which I love. I hummed it to myself. In one of my buses, I noticed Friday's "Metro" newspaper on the seat. I grabbed it and had a browse. There was a "60 Second Interview" with Mary J Blige. The intro reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"'Queen of Hip Hop and Soul' Mary J Blige has worked with P Diddy, Lauryn Hill and Elton John."&lt;/blockquote&gt;Aha, that's the name of the singer in the film I saw the other day: &lt;a href="http://www.lauryn-hill.com/"&gt;Lauryn Hill!&lt;/a&gt; Thank you Universe for reminding me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's this for another excellent reminder. I'm currently working in another library as I write this piece. Someone has dumped the same newspaper on a desk close to where I am working. That was how I was able to quote what was on the newspaper. How brilliant is that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I watched MTV Base, a music channel that shows RnB and Hip Hop videos. I haven't watched any of the music channels in many months. The first video that came on was "Family Affair" by Mary J Blige. Wonderful! Love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Universe has Her own way of working things out, all I have to do is trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love,&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-114993768006286813?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114993768006286813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114993768006286813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/06/memory-recall.html' title='Memory Recall'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-114986043586427344</id><published>2006-06-09T13:32:00.001Z</published><updated>2006-06-09T13:46:19.036Z</updated><title type='text'>Thought for the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A few weeks ago I broke a habit of a lifetime: I started carrying my rucksack over my left shoulder instead of my right. It feels very normal as if I've always carried it on my left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This can only mean one thing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finally realised I am arm-bidextrous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-114986043586427344?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114986043586427344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114986043586427344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/06/thought-for-day_09.html' title='Thought for the Day'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-114985893215397021</id><published>2006-06-09T12:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-09T13:25:17.970Z</updated><title type='text'>Faith Without Works is Dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Thou believest that there is one God; thou doest well: the devils also believe, and tremble. But wilt thou know, O vain man, that faith without works is dead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For as the body without the spirit is dead, so faith without works is dead also." (&lt;a href="http://etext.lib.virginia.edu/etcbin/kjv2www?specfile=/texts/english/religion/kjv/kjv-pub.o2w&amp;act=text&amp;amp;offset=3522064&amp;textreg=0&amp;amp;query=faith+without+works"&gt;James 2: 19-20; 26&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/blockquote&gt;For me, the spiritual path is realising that Love is all there is, therefore, right where I am is Infinite Love. Realisation is the first step but if I don’t apply this principle to life, it is as useful as a pogo stick is to a giraffe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago I got chatting to this guy on the bus. He asked me what I was doing the next day, which was Sunday. I said I didn't have any plans and I'll have to see what I'm inspired to do. He said he was going to church and spending time with his nephew. He said he was an evangelical Christian. He asked me if I went to church. I said I didn't belong to any religion but I believed in God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also told me he was training for his 5 day trek to Mount Kilimanjaro to raise money for some charity. I told him I once met someone who had taken the same trip and I would love to do it some day. My friend said he was worried about altitude sickness. I said he needn’t suffer from it as it’s only a belief. He said the human body is not designed for altitude and it can affect the body in different ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that was quite evident was he didn’t believe in God. I know he’s a Christian and he "believes" in God, but a true believer knows that God is omnipresent Love. And where there is Love there is no fear; where there is Love there is no room for altitude sickness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished my friend well and we parted company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believing in God is one thing but without works, i.e. acting in accordance with that belief, your faith is dead. Faith with works is being constantly aware that I am always walking in Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About an hour ago when I was waiting for a bus I felt one shoulder itching. I didn’t wonder what it was or whether I was sensitive to discordant thoughts; instead, I centred myself in the truth that "Love is all there is," and the itching stopped instantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk in Love.&lt;br /&gt;Love is all there is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related articles: &lt;a href="http://simplyenocia.blogspot.com/2006/01/when-being-good-is-not-enough.html"&gt;When Being Good is Not Enough&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://simplyenocia.blogspot.com/2005/11/love-is-always-present.html"&gt;Love is Always Present&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://www.powertoshare.com/dropzone/articles/2004/07/nice-words-but-so-what/"&gt;Nice Words and So What?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-114985893215397021?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114985893215397021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114985893215397021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/06/faith-without-works-is-dead.html' title='Faith Without Works is Dead'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-114977314684121457</id><published>2006-06-08T13:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-08T13:30:42.633Z</updated><title type='text'>Perfect Weather</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Weather forecasters love waxing lyrical about the weather, don't they? "It's a scorcher!" a "heat wave," "humid," "gloomy," "windy," etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you live with the awareness that Love is all there is, the weather is always perfect because Love is constant. It's only when you start to analyse the weather by focusing on an aspect that you make your experiences of the weather either pleasant or painful. By this I mean, when you focus on the heat, what happens is you feel hotter because you're really calling on more heat. You could pretend it's cold, then you'll attract to you experiences of cold such as breeze, which will give you the impression that you're feeling cool, while everyone is sweating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, when you know Love is all there is, you find you're neither thinking of cold nor heat but just enjoying every moment as it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what the weatherman says, every moment is perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-114977314684121457?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114977314684121457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114977314684121457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/06/perfect-weather.html' title='Perfect Weather'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-114976286060591095</id><published>2006-06-08T09:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-08T12:20:51.753Z</updated><title type='text'>The Love is All There Is Detonator</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday when I got home I noticed my mother was coughing; she seemed worse than the night before. She was still taking the honey and lemon remedy she'd prepared. As I respect her beliefs I didn't say anything. When she went to bed she coughed non-stop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, since I've been walking the "spiritual path" I've mastered the art of sleeping with the light on, sleeping with the television blaring away, watching television with my eyes closed though some might call it sleeping, sleeping with music on, sleeping with people chatting around me, sleeping on the bus, sleeping in museums, sleeping in the park and more sleeping. But one thing I haven't mastered is sleeping while someone is coughing around me. I mean it's not natural. So every time I felt myself falling asleep my mum's coughing woke me up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I love playing with light and energy I had circled her with love but that wasn't doing the trick. After I'd been awake for a few hours, I decided it was now time to take some drastic action. So, in thought I repeated "Love is all there is" for about half a minute until my mother's coughing ceased.  I also felt myself being "embraced" by this powerful force which I believe is love, and I was one with the power. I fell asleep soon after. At some point I woke up and listened out for my mother but she was still sleeping. I asked her how she was this morning and she said she felt a lot better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think or say "Love is all there is," I'm literally saying there is only love. I don't try to reason how Love works, I just know Love is everything. Then the Love that is present "comes to life" and does what Love does best, bringing harmony to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hear about people who have such strong beliefs that they strap bombs to themselves, detonate the bombs, and bring mayhem and destruction where they are. "Love is all there is" is like a detonator that one can carry around. Wherever you are, you release the thought knowing that it is the truth, and observe as Love is "released" bringing harmony to all around you in Love's own way. Imagine what the world would be like when more and more people consciously use the "Love is all there is" detonator. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is all there is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaboom! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related article: &lt;a href="http://simplyenocia.blogspot.com/2005/12/of-channels.html"&gt;Of Channels&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-114976286060591095?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114976286060591095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114976286060591095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/06/love-is-all-there-is-detonator.html' title='The Love is All There Is Detonator'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-114967649334862979</id><published>2006-06-07T09:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-07T12:34:15.580Z</updated><title type='text'>Grace in Action</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Last night I watched a documentary on television that cited several major cities under threat of flooding and other "natural disasters" due to "global warming." Scientific experts predicted how long it would take for this to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The knee-jerk reaction is to ask: When are people going to realise that if you project something like a disaster to some future time, you're going to "create" what you expect to happen? Is there any point writing more articles about how thoughts, beliefs and expectations "create" reality, albeit a dream reality? Besides, there are thousands of articles on the Internet already, zillions of books in print and being printed, about the same old stuff. Even if you are open to these ideas, it takes discipline to break out of the habit of focusing your attention away from what you don't want, to being focused on the love that you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I watched the programme, I realised that the world doesn't need new teachings, nor does the world need more love as we're already "swimming" in the stuff. What the world needs is people who are able to activate this love that is already present. In other words, what the world needs is the practise of forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone has done you an injury and you excuse or pardon the person's behaviour, and love regardless, it is believed you are practising forgiveness. There is another kind of forgiveness that is just as important and badly needed - Grace in action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's say for argument's sake you have the belief that if you put your hand in the fire you're going to get burnt. Imagine you have a young son and you tell him not to put his hand in the fire or on something hot. At first he doesn't listen and rests his fingers on a hot stove. He gets burnt. You give him lots of love and attention and try to soothe the injury as best as you can. You remind him not to put his hand on the stove again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day you keep an eye on your son while you're cooking. As soon as your back is turned he's laid his fingers on the hot stove. Again, you give him lots of love and cuddles and try to soothe his injury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine that your son keeps repeating the same old mistake. How long are you going to continue to love him without wanting to let his fingers fry just to teach him a lesson?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you continue to love your son and care for him without blaming him for not listening to your advice, you're practising Grace in action. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The makers of that documentary are like the boy who keeps burning himself. You could argue that they're not aware of how their thoughts and beliefs create dreams of disasters and the likes. Regardless of their beliefs, the last thing anyone needs is judgment. Easier said than done. It's so easy to point a finger of blame on another. Why can't they see what they're doing? Why can't they see things my way? Forgiveness, Grace in action, is about loving no matter what because it is our nature to love. We are Love. We then trust in Love to meet immediate needs and to help people wake up to who they are as Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Grace in action, yesterday my mother, who I live with, asked me to buy her a lemon from the local shop. She needed it to prepare some lemon and honey cold remedy. Was she expecting a cold? By yesterday evening, she was coughing and looking miserable. Last night she was coughing so hard I was awake half of the night. Now, I could have reminded my mother how she had been expecting to be sick and she got her wish fulfilled. We've had lots of discussions based on ideas from books she's read and her religious beliefs about how you experience what you focus on. However, it takes constant vigilance for these ideas to become part of one's reality. All I can do is to love her. During the night I projected light from my heart to surround her. I then left it up to Love to do the work. This morning she asked me to buy her another lemon so she could make her tried and tested remedy. She also said she intends to prepare some soup which she believes will help her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incidentally, in today's front page of the "Daily Mail" is the following headline: "Does Nobody Care Anymore?" The story is about a girl who was injured in a hit and run accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"As the car that had hit her sped away, the badly injured little girl tried to crawl towards the safety of the kerb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Seconds later another car appeared. But the driver did not stop to help. He simply drove around her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then another. And another. Eight-year-old Cait Atkins was left screaming in the road with a broken leg. Last night, as she lay in hospital, police expressed horrified astonishment that so many drivers had failed to stop." &lt;a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/pages/live/articles/news/news.html?in_article_id=389417&amp;in_page_id=1770&amp;amp;amp;amp;ico=Homepage&amp;icl=TabModule&amp;amp;icc=NEWS&amp;amp;ct=5"&gt;Daily Mail&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;One could blame the drivers for not stopping and leaving the injured girl on the pavement. One could even question the newspaper's agenda. It is not my place to judge people's behaviour. I see this as an opportunity to practise Grace in action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while I'm forgiving others, I do not leave myself out. I love myself for who I am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world needs more people who are awake to their nature as infinite Love that love without judgment, and trust in Love to unfold as appropriate. And as we love others they awaken to their nature as love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Love,&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related articles: &lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/grace-revisited.html"&gt;Grace Revisited&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/one-that-is-uniquely-me.html"&gt;The One That is Uniquely Me&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/inner-heart.html"&gt;The Inner Heart&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-114967649334862979?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114967649334862979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114967649334862979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/06/grace-in-action.html' title='Grace in Action'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-114958868496727602</id><published>2006-06-06T09:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-07T09:05:14.806Z</updated><title type='text'>The Present Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Everything I need is available in the present moment, however, the moment is not mine alone but for all to share. All I have to do is be aware of what is present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day a friend posted a &lt;a href="http://pointofperfection.com/tgp/forums/thread-view.asp?tid=12063&amp;mid=73679#M73679"&gt;fractal&lt;/a&gt; in a forum. My response was: "What came up for me when I saw this fractal was laughter." My friend responded by posting excerpts from Walter Lanyon's book called &lt;a href="http://walterlanyon.wwwhubs.com/lanyon13.htm"&gt;The Laughter of God&lt;/a&gt;. After reading the excerpts I read a friend's email where he shared a dream he had a few days ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I had beautiful dream by Saturday evening around 4pm. In the dream, I was hearing a devotional song about &lt;a href="http://murugan.org/&lt;br /&gt;"&gt;Lord Muruga&lt;/a&gt;. While I was hearing, suddenly I came out of the body very easily. After coming out it was joyful,wonderful, cannot be expressed by words. I dived twice, went up very fast, and slowly came to my body. When I came to my body, I had some feeling in my hand and some other parts. When I came out of the body, I had the following thought: "Oh God! I did not do any practice, I did not do any rituals, how come you are giving me this beautiful experience?" As soon as I came to my body I woke up and conveyed my gratitude to God.&lt;/blockquote&gt;My response was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;My dear friend, none of your rituals will ever reveal God; only God reveals God. It's something I've also realised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: you might find this interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"The glorious laughter rolled on , searching the very joints and marrow of me—dislodging every belief in fear, sickness, or age. As it swept over me and through me and round about me, I was amazed at the wonder of it-the fierce, terrible thing which was at the same time so beautiful and free. The wonder of it kept singing through my soul as veil after veil of belief was rent asunder and new kingdoms stood revealed. The whole thing was as if one just saw a little deeper, as one looks through the surface reflection on a river and sees the pebbles and shells below, that was all; only the Laughter made this possible, for it cleared away all the effort and straining which in it’s attempt to see God had been halted at the reflection on the surface, instead of gazing into the limpid, glorious depth of Infinity." &lt;a href="http://walterlanyon.wwwhubs.com/lanyon13.htm#THE%20LAUGHTER%20OF%20GOD"&gt;The Laughter of God&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;As you can see, what my friend in America had posted in the forum was very relevant for my friend in India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is only one moment of Now and that moment is shared by all. All I have to do is pay attention and act as I'm inspired to act in the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related articles: &lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/06/one.html"&gt;The One&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/living-in-present-moment-in-practice.html"&gt;Living in the Present Moment - In Practice&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/time-out-how-to-live-in-present-moment.html"&gt;Time Out! How to Live in the Present Moment&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-114958868496727602?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114958868496727602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114958868496727602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/06/present-moment.html' title='The Present Moment'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-114951837610551973</id><published>2006-06-05T14:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-17T11:18:56.582Z</updated><title type='text'>Love Has No Limits</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The world would have you believe that in order to make a difference you have to raise millions of Pounds or in whatever currency you use. While money can be very helpful, you could change the world with as little as 50 pence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's say I went to the Internet with 50 pence, which buys me 1 hour and I write a piece sharing my experience. Someone finds it uplifting and forwards it to other friends who love it and so it continues. Potentially, that 50 pence has become limitless. Not only is that 50 pence limitless it is timeless because that one article can stay on the Internet forever or as long as the Internet exists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days ago I went for a walk in &lt;a href="http://www.royalparks.gov.uk/parks/st_james_park/flora_fauna/birds.cfm"&gt;St James's Park&lt;/a&gt;. I saw a beautiful pelican preening itself. It didn't seem to mind people getting close clicking on their mobile phone cameras. Someone beside me said he was going to email the photograph to a friend to show he's actually seeing a pelican in the wild live. Imagine, that one picture could be posted on the Internet and everyone who has access to the Internet could see it. In that respect that one moment is lasting for eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technology is challenging our notion of wealth. You don't have to have millions of Pounds to touch people's lives. One email can do a lot more than thinking of raising millions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are Love and Love has no limits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us share who we are now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-114951837610551973?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114951837610551973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114951837610551973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/06/love-has-no-limits.html' title='Love Has No Limits'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-114950651857824089</id><published>2006-06-05T11:20:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-03-22T15:05:26.569Z</updated><title type='text'>The Game of Me, Not Me; Me, Me; and Not Me, Not Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Majnum knocked on Leyla’s door.&lt;br /&gt;"Who’s there? "&lt;br /&gt;"It is I."&lt;br /&gt;"Go away. There is no room here for you and I."&lt;br /&gt;Majnum retreated to the forest, meditated for a long time, and then returned.&lt;br /&gt;"Who is it?"&lt;br /&gt;"It is you."&lt;br /&gt;The door opened. &lt;a href="http://www.sufibookoflife.com/"&gt;The Sufi Book of Life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The wolf shall dwell with the lamb, and the leopard shall lie down with the kid, and the calf and the lion and the fatling together, and a little child shall lead them. The cow and the bear shall feed; their young shall lie down together; and the lion shall eat straw like the ox. The sucking child shall play over the hole of the asp, and the weaned child shall put his hand on the adder's den. They shall not hurt or destroy in all my holy mountain; for the earth shall be full of the knowledge of the LORD as the waters cover the sea." (&lt;a href="http://etext.virginia.edu/etcbin/toccer-new2?id=RsvIsai.sgm&amp;amp;images=images/modeng&amp;amp;data=/texts/english/modeng/parsed&amp;amp;tag=public&amp;amp;part=11&amp;amp;division=div1"&gt;Isaiah 11: 6-9&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/blockquote&gt;I watched a documentary recently about a man who plays with king cobra snakes. The man said he eats a particular plant that is supposed to act as anti-venom. He claimed he’d been bitten 17 times and he has lost several fingers from the poison. Playing with king cobras is now his livelihood which people pay to watch. In the documentary, several boys were being trained in the lost art of how to infuriate a cobra and then try to avoid being bitten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The presenter of the programme, another cobra enthusiast, was on a quest to find the largest king cobra ever. He grabbed one from a tree. The snake seemed very cross. Is it any wonder? How would you like to be dragged out of your cosy bed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, I was bored because I could see the presenter was playing the same old, same old game of "Me, Not Me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game of "Me, Not Me" is one where there is  you and everything else is not you, therefore, dangerous and out to get you. Nature documentaries always show nature as something outside of yourself which at best is to be admired or revered; and at worst to be feared. The snake presenter was doing his best to convince the audience how dangerous king cobras are and how they can kill a man in minutes. And yet, it didn’t stop him dragging the poor cobra from a tree so he could leap backwards and forwards to avoid being bitten. He then put the cobra in a bag so scientists could get more venom for anti-venom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call it a game because in reality a snake cannot harm you. If you get bitten and “die," you’re only going to wake up in another dream and realise that you still exist anyway. You cannot not exist. You also realise you’re still stuck on the same level. So you continue playing the game. You get "killed" over and over again until you move up another level of the game where you see the snake and you as one, i.e., the game of "Me, Me." You can now choose to pretend to play the game of "Me, Not Me" while being equipped with the strategies/knowledge of "Me, Me." What do I mean by this? Here's an example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after I watched that programme, I went on a long walk in a park. I decided to sit on a bench and admire the scenery. From a distance I saw a dog running. His human friends were tossing a stick and getting him to fetch it. I felt like stroking the dog. The dog changed directions and ran towards me but he didn’t come close enough. "Oh well, be like that then," I thought to myself, "see if I care." Sulk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon another dog ran by but he was too busy chasing a ball to pay me any attention. His human friend, a woman, followed closely behind. What’s the matter with these dogs, none of them want to play with me today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up and continued my walk. I soon came across an obelisk in a space clearing. Amazing. This park is full of lovely surprises. To think I actually went to college here and never explored it properly. I was too busy studying cultural theories to take much notice of the park. Come to think of it, I was like the two dogs too focused on their game to pay me any attention. Oh well, at least I'm exploring the park now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I had been walking for ages it felt like I was getting nowhere fast. I think I’m lost. Of course, I’m not lost. How can I be lost when all there is around me are aspects of Me. There’s bound to be another aspect of Me I can ask for directions. Sure enough Me appearing as a man and a woman walked towards me. I asked the man how I could get to the main road to catch my bus. He suggested I keep walking until I get to a clearing and then walk straight ahead. I followed his/My direction and when I got to the clearing, what should I see but my old friend – the obelisk. That’s just brilliant! I’ve walked full circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walked straight ahead I saw another old friend, the dog who was playing with a stick earlier. I knew it was him because I recognised his human friends. He had a big stick in his mouth. He ran towards me, dropped the stick at my feet, and bowed his head so I could stroke him. His friends asked me if he was showing off and I said yes. Then the dog picked up his stick and ran off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I continued walking I came to an intersection. I wasn’t sure whether to go left or right. Who should appear but my other dog friend, the one chasing a ball. He was still chasing his ball. I asked his human friend how to get back to the main road and she pointed the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting "lost" is pretending to play the game of "Me, Not Me" while knowing I am actually playing the game on level "Me, Me." When I got bored with pretending things were separate from me, I reverted to the next level of "Me, Me"; and aspects of Me appeared to show me the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is another game one can play called "Not Me, Not Me." This means nothing is who you are. So let’s take the example of the snake. Someone playing the game of "Not Me, Not Me," realises that he is neither the snake nor the body, nor the universe. Can a no thing bite a no thing when there is no thing? Who is there to bite? Who the hell is writing this piece anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a game. If you want to play the game where you’re being chased you can experience life as "Me, Not Me." I believe it’s more fun to experience life as "Me, Me," then you’re one with all. In case you feel like a change of scenery, there is always the game of "Not Me, Not Me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However you play it, have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love always,&lt;br /&gt;Me, Enocia; and Me, my devoted fans&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-114950651857824089?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114950651857824089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114950651857824089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/06/game-of-me-not-me-me-me-and-not-me-not.html' title='The Game of Me, Not Me; Me, Me; and Not Me, Not Me'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-114933416576849530</id><published>2006-06-03T11:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-15T15:31:27.736Z</updated><title type='text'>Loving Every Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Every moment is loving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not seeing, I am loving.&lt;br /&gt;I am not feeling, I am loving.&lt;br /&gt;I am not tasting, I am loving.&lt;br /&gt;I am not smelling, I am loving.&lt;br /&gt;I am not hearing, I am loving.&lt;br /&gt;I am not doing, I am loving.&lt;br /&gt;I am not thinking, I am loving.&lt;br /&gt;I am not in silence, I am loving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine if you were to consciously live with the consciousness that there is only love. What would life be like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only way to find out is to test it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving all,&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related article: &lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/06/endless-love.html"&gt;Endless Love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-114933416576849530?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114933416576849530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114933416576849530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/06/loving-every-moment.html' title='Loving Every Moment'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-114925553194286923</id><published>2006-06-02T12:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-02T13:44:40.766Z</updated><title type='text'>Endless Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday I spent time at the &lt;a href="http://www.museumoflondon.org.uk/English/"&gt;Museum of London&lt;/a&gt;. While I was experiencing the "Great Fire of London" I noticed a girl, at least she appeared that way. When her parents left her on her own for a moment she turned to me and asked me about a bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry?"&lt;br /&gt;"Have you seen the bear?"&lt;br /&gt;"No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have a clue what she was on about but I thought she was adorable. I went to explore other parts of the museum then I sat down so I could be in silence, and fell asleep. Next thing I knew there was a woman sitting next to me and the same girl standing in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You were watching the "Great Fire" with me, weren't you?" I asked her and her mother. They said yes and smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day I meet new people and connect in a deep way as if I've always known them. Of course I've always known them. Not only have I always known them, I've always loved them and continue to love them. Yes, love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the human experience we tend to think that we fall in and out of love. We have special people we care about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is not something you do in one moment and then forget about it. Love is an ongoing movement. Loving. We are constantly in love for love is beginningless and endless. We are love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to encounter "new" people to express my love for them, nor do I have to be with people to love them. I am loving everyone right now and always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing but endless love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-114925553194286923?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114925553194286923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114925553194286923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/06/endless-love.html' title='Endless Love'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-114925026946741208</id><published>2006-06-02T12:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-02T12:11:09.480Z</updated><title type='text'>Let There Be Light</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Near where I live is a bridge. I usually walk underneath the bridge as a short-cut instead of having to walk all the way round. Two nights ago, I noticed the light had blown and it was quite dark at night. I thought to myself, "Let there be light." Nothing happened, or so it seemed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday morning as I walked under the bridge I noticed a man changing the bulb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's one way of creating light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love appears in many ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-114925026946741208?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114925026946741208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114925026946741208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/06/let-there-be-light.html' title='Let There Be Light'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-114924328928620987</id><published>2006-06-02T09:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-02T11:52:54.910Z</updated><title type='text'>Judging By Appearances</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy." &lt;a href="http://www.online-literature.com/shakespeare/hamlet/6/"&gt;Hamlet, William Shakespeare&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, neither have entered into the heart of man, the things which God hath prepared for them that love him." (1 Corinthians 2: 9)&lt;/blockquote&gt;As I was going to catch a bus, as I do, I saw some young guys standing at the bus station. One said to me, "Excuse me, my friend likes you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, come on, what do you take me for, a cradle snatcher? I said to the boy, "Tell your friend I'm flattered but I'm old enough to be his grandmother."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an interesting concept, aging. We have various programmes within us that kick in each stage of our lives. The programme makes you appear as a foetus, then grow until you're too big to be in the womb. As a baby you learn to move your legs, crawl, and walk. You grow teeth and hair. You start getting taller. You replace your milk teeth with permanent teeth. As a teenager, or even younger, other organs develop. You continue to grow until a point when you stop growing. Then you're considered a mature adult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that it's downhill all the way. While you could try and slow down or mask the aging process, you can't avoid the inevitable. Our lot as humans is to grow old and die, or so the programme would have us believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you awaken to the truth that you are pure consciousness that is unchanging and eternal, you realise that you are perfection therefore nothing can be added to or taken away from who you are. Suddenly, you're no longer concerned about what the experts say we should eat to survive. You're not bothered about additives and preservatives, nor do you care about conservatives. (joke) To the extent that you are willing to accept the truth of your perfection, you will embody it in a physical form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the human realm, things are not that simple. Is anything? You still have to deal with people who have their views about what someone should look and act like at a particular age. If you look too young for your "age" you're not taken seriously. If you appear to be too "advanced" for your "years" you're considered a prodigy. It's obviously acceptable for someone who is advanced in wisdom to look the part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As more and more people let go of who they think they are and let the God Self/pure Consciousness reveal and express as them, we are going to experience more people who are going to appear not only ageless, but are going to be around for a very long time. Society is going to have to rethink many of its ideas including relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm! I don't know if I could ever entertain the idea of dating a teenage looking Spirit Man though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Consciousness,&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related article: &lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/03/infinite-self.html"&gt;Infinite Self&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-114924328928620987?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114924328928620987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114924328928620987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/06/judging-by-appearances.html' title='Judging By Appearances'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-114915565883040104</id><published>2006-06-01T11:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-01T11:19:03.200Z</updated><title type='text'>The One</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Only One exists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall I compare the One to a bus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The One is like a bus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The aisle represents eternity, all time. Passengers in their seats and compartments represent infinite forms in their infinite dimensions/realities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the many forms appear to be having their own unique experiences in their own time, in truth, there is only one moment of now. So, let's say a man downstairs is speaking on his mobile phone. While passengers upstairs cannot hear him on the phone, they still all share the one moment of Now.  When the bus driver wants to draw passengers' attention, he makes an announcement on the microphone which everyone can hear. If passengers were in different times they wouldn't hear the bus driver. Of course, passengers can choose to ignore the driver's announcement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similarly, the One is the many forms in the many realities living in the one Now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though there's much going on inside the bus i.e. people chatting, listening to music, day-dreaming, etc, the bus itself doesn't change. Similarly, while the One is expressing in infinite manifestations, He is unchanging and always perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My task is to awaken to the truth that my nature is twofold: I am the bus that contains all realities and forms in the one moment of now; and I am the one unchanging bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only one bus exists.  All aboard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-114915565883040104?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114915565883040104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114915565883040104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/06/one.html' title='The One'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-114915755721025201</id><published>2006-06-01T10:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-01T10:35:46.090Z</updated><title type='text'>Let's Get It On</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;There's nothin' wrong&lt;br /&gt;With me lovin' you&lt;br /&gt;Baby, no, no&lt;br /&gt;And givin' yourself to me can never be wrong&lt;br /&gt;If the love is true&lt;br /&gt;Oh, babe, ooh, ooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know&lt;br /&gt;How sweet and wonderful life can be?&lt;br /&gt;Whoo-ooh&lt;br /&gt;I'm askin' you, baby&lt;br /&gt;To get it on with me&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, ooh, ooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ain't gonna worry, I ain't gonna push&lt;br /&gt;Won't push you, baby&lt;br /&gt;So come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, baby&lt;br /&gt;Stop beatin' 'round the bush, hey &lt;a href="http://www.romantic-lyrics.com/ll69.shtml"&gt;Let's Get It On, Marvin Gaye&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;Why do we put things in the way of expressing the love that we are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the one Love, we are always willing to have fun, to love and to play. However, from the human standpoint, there are always reasons why we can't play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't be with you because of such and such. I can't love you because of one thing or the other. I can't spend time with you because I haven't got this or that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuses, excuses, and more excuses. I've made many in my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could we all stop beating round the bush, as &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marvin_Gaye"&gt;Marvin Gaye&lt;/a&gt; sings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's get it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related articles: &lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/love-takes-all-forms.html"&gt;Love Takes All Forms&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://vector8.blogspot.com/2005/02/no-matter-what-appearances_110743222522535442.html"&gt;No Matter What the Appearances, Harmony Is&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-114915755721025201?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114915755721025201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114915755721025201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/06/lets-get-it-on.html' title='Let&apos;s Get It On'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-114907103446802761</id><published>2006-05-31T09:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-06T11:55:36.123Z</updated><title type='text'>Field of Possibilities and a Possible Solution for World Peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;In a field of infinite possibilities, all things are possible including America winning the &lt;a href="http://fifaworldcup.yahoo.com/06/en/index.html"&gt;World Cup&lt;/a&gt;, perhaps? And pigs might fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last few weeks I've been seeing English flags hanging on pub windows and on people's house windows. At first, I thought the &lt;a href="http://www.bnp.org.uk/"&gt;BNP&lt;/a&gt; (British National Party) was on a massive recruitment campaign, which has to be bad news for a woman of colour like me. It was only later that I realised the flying English flags were part of the buildup to the impending &lt;a href="http://fifaworldcup.yahoo.com/06/en/index.html"&gt;FIFA World Cup&lt;/a&gt;. Phew! On second thoughts, football? For a whole month? That's just bloody marvellous that is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since everyone has an opinion about football, here's my two pennies worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who are either aliens or animals that don't care about football, I'm talking about the game involving two teams of 11 players, grown men in shorts, chasing a ball, scuffling over the same ball, and trying to score it into a net. After 45 minutes they take a break called half-time. Then the teams swap sides and run around for another 45 minutes trying to score. If it's a crucial match and no team has won, there is a penalty shoot-out until a team wins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make things more interesting they have devised a rule called the &lt;a href="http://www.ivillage.co.uk/dietandfitness/getfit/sportsacts/articles/0,,258_186543,00.html"&gt;offside rule&lt;/a&gt;. It's supposed to prevent players from scoring too many goals. Correct me if I'm wrong, I thought the whole point was to score as many goals as possible? Don't men love to score or am I being too presumptuous here? (wink) The rule is just plain silly. Maybe it's just me, I'm probably too simple to understand such a complicated rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of the buildup to the football invariably includes the football songs that are going to be released before the event. Millions of fans are going to rush to the shops to buy their favourite songs so they can chant them during football matches. There are obviously record companies waiting in the wings to rake in the profits. A few of the songs have been pretty catchy. I loved the Baddiel and Skinner song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Three Lions on a shirt&lt;br /&gt;Jules Rimet still gleaming&lt;br /&gt;Thirty years of hurt&lt;br /&gt;Never stopped me dreaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's coming home&lt;br /&gt;It's coming home&lt;br /&gt;It's coming&lt;br /&gt;Football's coming home&lt;br /&gt;It's coming home&lt;br /&gt;It's coming home&lt;br /&gt;It's coming&lt;br /&gt;Football's coming home &lt;a href="http://homepage.ntlworld.com/gary.hart/lyricsb/baddiel.html"&gt;Three Lions&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Another catchy tune was &lt;a href="http://homepage.ntlworld.com/gary.hart/lyricsn/newo.html"&gt;World in Motion by New Order vs the World Cup Squad&lt;/a&gt; though I think &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Barnes_(football_player)"&gt;John Barnes&lt;/a&gt; was rubbish at rapping:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Loves got the world in motion&lt;br /&gt;And I know what we can do&lt;br /&gt;Loves got the world in motion&lt;br /&gt;And I can't believe its true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're playing for England {In-ger-land}&lt;br /&gt;We're playing the song&lt;br /&gt;We're singing for England {In-ger-land}&lt;br /&gt;Arrivederci its one on one &lt;/blockquote&gt;Isn't it interesting how football unites people on the one hand while creating disunity on the other? So many fights over a game involving grown men in shorts chasing one ball (though some of them look pretty good in shorts). What is it that &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rodney_King"&gt;Rodney King&lt;/a&gt; said after the 1992 Los Angeles riots? "Can we all get along?" Yes, why can't we use this opportunity to achieve lasting peace? Let us use our favourite football songs and chants to support all teams. When England is playing an important match, I have a good mind to visit a pub crowded with English fans and support both teams. It might not make me popular. I'll probably get chucked out of the pub, but at least I'll be demonstrating unconditional love, right? Or do you lot think I'm off my trolley?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't intend to support any of the 32 teams playing this year, but if you're going to twist my arm, there's only one team for me - France. Why France? France has only got &lt;a href="http://www.thierry-henry.net/"&gt;Thierry Henry&lt;/a&gt; on their team, who I believe is not only good looking he is very good looking. What's the matter? You didn't seriously think I was going to support England because it's the country of my birth, did you? How shallow do you think I am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, the last time England won the World Cup was in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1966_World_Cup_Final"&gt;1966&lt;/a&gt;. It's not surprising because the World Cup was to herald my birth a month later. I wasn't about to be born into a nation of losers now, was I? Will England win the World Cup this year? I'm saying nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I find fascinating about football is that it's the only time you'll see grown men cry. Put men in shorts and place them in a field and they get emotional. Poor babies! It's only a game, no more important than tiddlywinks. It's not the end of the world if you lose, you'll get another opportunity in four years time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For many people, football is like a religion. You hear people singing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Walk on, walk on, with hope in your heart&lt;br /&gt;And you'll never walk alone&lt;br /&gt;You'll never walk alone &lt;a href="http://www.songlyrics.com/song-lyrics/Gerry_And_The_Pacemakers/Best_Of_Gerry_And_The_Pacemakers/You_ll_Never_Walk_Alone/37859.html"&gt;You'll Never Walk Alone&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Come on, it's only a football match! Then again, who am I to impose my moral values on anyone? Walk on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a field of infinite possibilities, America has won the World Cup zillions of times. Just in case it's not to be this year in this reality, maybe France might win it or Brazil, Germany, Spain, Italy, Argentina, Ghana, Saudi Arabia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I'm missing out an important team here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Japan might win it or Angola, Togo, Serbia and Montenegro, Ecuador...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still missing out an important team...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aha, England.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eng-er-land!&lt;br /&gt;Eng-er-land!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on England!&lt;br /&gt;Come on England!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Land of hope and glory, mother of the free." We live and hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the best team with the best looking player i.e. France, win the World Cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun if you're watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace and love,&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-114907103446802761?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114907103446802761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114907103446802761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/field-of-possibilities-and-possible.html' title='Field of Possibilities and a Possible Solution for World Peace'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-114900660302731378</id><published>2006-05-30T15:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-30T16:36:28.193Z</updated><title type='text'>Living in the Present Moment - In Practice</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;When you realise there is only one Self experiencing life, you're aware that this moment is the only moment, the only time there is. So you focus all your attention in the present moment knowing all the resources you need exist right here and now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day just before I got on the bus I noticed the driver was having problems starting the engine. When he finally got it going I could hear the engine wasn't purring at it should. Or rather, I was still stuck in the past.  At each stop the driver had to rev the engine to get it going. A few stops down, the engines packed up. As I was sitting right at the back, I looked back to see if another bus was approaching. Then I thought to myself, "What are you doing looking to the past. All we need to get this engine going exists right now, I only have to stay in the present moment." I gave the engine no further thought and stayed in silence. After a few minutes, the driver got the engine going. Not once did the engine conk out after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went to the &lt;a href="http://www.tate.org.uk/modern/"&gt;Tate Modern&lt;/a&gt;. As the lift lobby was very crowded, I decided to walk up the stairs. Now I was only going up one flight but the steps are very steep and seem to go on forever. I decided to approach it by staying in the present. I kept my eyes down and focused only on one step at a time. It was effortless. When I got up to the next floor, I felt as if nothing had happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I fret I'm saying that there are many moments that need my attention. A divided attention means divided energy. But when I know there is only the present moment, I have access to all power right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are limitless opportunities to practise living in the present moment. For instance, when I'm walking towards a traffic light, instead of thinking about the light changing, I only acknowledge it when I need to cross. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this mean one shouldn't make plans?   If there is anything I need to be aware of, I will know as all time exists right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is only the one present moment - NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-114900660302731378?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114900660302731378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114900660302731378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/living-in-present-moment-in-practice.html' title='Living in the Present Moment - In Practice'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-114898966076109405</id><published>2006-05-30T11:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-31T13:41:01.196Z</updated><title type='text'>Time Out! How to Live in the Present Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"'I AM' is the present tense for all time." (Christ in You, Anonymous)&lt;/blockquote&gt;In a previous piece called &lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/no-slaving-for-bread-sir.html"&gt;No Slaving for Bread, Sir&lt;/a&gt; I wrote about how I met a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Desmond_Decker"&gt;Desmond Decker&lt;/a&gt; fan who gave me a watch as a gift. Though I found the experience amusing, I also knew that experience was part of the day's theme: living in the present moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does one live in the present moment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the encounter with my Desmond Decker friends, I paid a visit to the &lt;a href="http://www.museumoflondon.org.uk/English/"&gt;Museum of London&lt;/a&gt;. I've been to the other museums but never this one. As there is so much to see I decided to do a slice at a time. I explored &lt;a href="http://www.museumoflondon.org.uk/English/EventsExhibitions/Permanent/LondonBeforeLondon.htm"&gt;London before London&lt;/a&gt; which spans over 450,000 years to the founding of Londinium in AD50. Imagine a time when there was only grassland. Reminds of a dream I had recently where a man asked me directions to a restaurant that was supposed to be off &lt;a href="http://www.oxfordstreet.co.uk/home.html"&gt;Oxford Street&lt;/a&gt;, the shopping capital of London. In my dream there was only grassland, and not a single Roman in sight.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a visitor to the museum, you get to both experience and step out of time. This means when you feel like exploring a part of history you do so while still being aware of the big picture: that all time is one. In other words, though it seems as if Londiniums are disconnected from Londoners in this present moment 30 May 2006, it is not the case. Each moment is experienced by the whole of humanity in all time and space. By this I mean all humans share the one Self whether they are aware or not; and because they share the one Self, they share the one moment. People in the year 450,000 BC are sharing the one moment as people in 2006 though it doesn't seem that way. Humans only appear to be experiencing different civilisations because they believe they are living in different times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In every epoch you're going to have people with different levels of awareness of the one Self. One's level of awareness or lack of is not going to change what is: that there is only one Self that is the same yesterday, today and forever. This makes visits to the museum interesting. What is popularly considered  to be "evolution" has nothing to do with Self-awareness. For instance, when man "evolved" to invent instruments to fight battles, they were not exactly Self-aware. When you are Self-aware you realise Self is Love. Self will not inspire you to create weapons to annihilate one another when you all share the one Self. Hmmm! Makes you wonder whether modern Londoners are any more civilised than their Londinium counterparts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I went to the &lt;a href="http://www.tate.org.uk/modern/"&gt;Tate Modern&lt;/a&gt; gallery. I was inspired to see a short film by a choreographer called &lt;a href="http://www.tate.org.uk/modern/eventseducation/musicperform/trishabrowndancecompanymanwalkingdownthesideofabuilding5671.htm"&gt;Trisha Brown&lt;/a&gt;. In one dance routine, there are four women on stage standing apart and very still, all facing in one direction. The first dancer from the far right starts dancing in slow movements towards dancer number 2 to her left, while slowly lifting her hands. Dancer number 2 is perfectly still until dancer number 1 touches her. Together they dance slowly as one while dancer number 2 slowly raises her hands until they approach dancer number 3. Dancers 1, 2 and 3 move slowly as one until they reach dancer number 4, and the same action is repeated until the end of the routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, each dancer represents humans becoming Self-aware in any given moment, as in realising there is only one Self, while still moving as one.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the gallery, I decided to go into town. I saw a bus I wanted approaching, but I didn't fancy running for it. I walked leisurely to the bus stop. Just as I was approaching the stop, a man on his bicycle stopped by. He was an old friend from college. I tend to bump into him every few years or so. I told him I'd just come from the &lt;a href="http://www.tate.org.uk/modern/"&gt;Tate Modern&lt;/a&gt;. He said he was on his way to the same gallery. Seems we’re all preoccupied with the same stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is only the one moment that spans zillions of years. And there is only the one Self becoming self-aware through the limitless instruments. Because there is one Self this means it doesn't matter what time in the past or future you are experiencing life, there is always the one Self being self-aware. When you wake up to your identity as Self, you realise you've always existed whether you've been formless or taken the form of a human being, mountain or tree; and will always exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are "asleep" to your identity as Self, you can only identify with whatever you’re preoccupied with at the time. You see life as split into segments called time and your life as separate from the whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does one live in the present moment? To live in the present moment is to first and foremost realise that there is only One Self experiencing life. Self is life. As there is only one Self in all time, there is in effect only one moment. Therefore, this moment is the same moment as 450,000BC and the same moment as 1,000,000AD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my friend who asked me if I was Desmond Decker. He is right, I am Desmond Decker! So is my friend, his girlfriend, everyone. We are all Desmond Decker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all the one Light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love,&lt;br /&gt;Enocia alias Desmond Decker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related articles: &lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/no-slaving-for-bread-sir.html"&gt;No Slaving for Bread, Sir&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://simplyenocia.blogspot.com/2005/11/game-of-life.html"&gt;The Game of Life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-114898966076109405?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114898966076109405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114898966076109405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/time-out-how-to-live-in-present-moment.html' title='Time Out! How to Live in the Present Moment'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-114898445708969486</id><published>2006-05-30T09:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-09T16:12:53.401Z</updated><title type='text'>No Slaving for Bread, Sir</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;On a bus journey yesterday, a man and a woman got on and sat right behind me. After a few minutes the guy called out to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me? Excuse me?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes?" I said.&lt;br /&gt;"Are you Desmond Decker?" he said.&lt;br /&gt;"No!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would he ask me such a question? Do I look like &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Desmond_Decker"&gt;Desmond Decker&lt;/a&gt;? Interesting enough, I read Desmond Decker's obituary in a newspaper two days before. Before the Reggae star &lt;a href="http://www.bobmarley.com/"&gt;Bob Marley&lt;/a&gt; became popular, Decker was the most famous Jamaican musician. He had several hits in the UK in the sixties, including the song "Israelites" which is often used in commercials. "Israelites" is also a song that is popularly misheard as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Misheard Lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;Get up in the morning, ache in me head, sir&lt;br /&gt;Taste in me mouth like a parrot that's dead&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, ooh, me ears are alight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original Lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir&lt;br /&gt;So that every mouth can be fed&lt;br /&gt;Poor me, the Israelite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misheard Lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;Get up in the morning, sleeping for bread, sir&lt;br /&gt;Sold out to every monk and beef-head&lt;br /&gt;Oh-oh, me ears are alight&lt;br /&gt;Why find my kids? They buck up and a-leave me&lt;br /&gt;Darling cheese head, I was yards too greasy&lt;br /&gt;Oh-oh, Me ears are alight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original Lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir&lt;br /&gt;So that every mouth can be fed&lt;br /&gt;Oh-oh, me Israelites&lt;br /&gt;Wife and my kids, they pack up and a-leave me&lt;br /&gt;Darling, she said, 'I was yours to receive'&lt;br /&gt;Oh-oh, me Israelites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misheard Lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;Get up in the morning&lt;br /&gt;Baked beans for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original Lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;Get up in the morning&lt;br /&gt;Slaving for bread, sir. &lt;a href="http://www.amiright.com/misheard/song/israelites.shtml"&gt;Am I Right&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Yup, "Israelites" has given me hours of entertainment. I wondered whether I had attracted these passengers because I'd read Decker's obituary. Out of curiosity, I turned round and said to the man, "Are you Desmond Decker?" He said he was. I later realised he had been trying to ask me whether I was a fan but couldn't quite get the words out. He was a huge Decker fan. He said Decker had inspired him throughout his life. I told him I liked some of his music, at least what I could understand of his lyrics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new friend introduced me to his girlfriend beside him. He said he even had a Jewish middle name and he's been to Israel several times. I said my name, Enocia, is from Enoch which is Jewish. He said he loved my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said it was a special day for him and he wanted to give me a present. He handed me a watch. He said it was too big for his wrist and he wanted me to have it. I thought he wasn't all there. If he was, he would have noticed that my wrists were even smaller than his. Or as my mother said when I shared the story later, both of my wrists could easily fit into the watch strap. So my mother was exaggerating slightly, she left out my ankles. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thanked my friend and said I couldn't take his watch. He insisted I accept it. He said it would make him very happy. He also felt that I was meant to have the watch as a gift. Oh well, no one's ever given me a man's watch before. I accepted and thanked him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked me if I was in good health. I said I was, thank God. He insisted that I say "touch wood." As there was no wood in the bus to touch I imagined I was touching one. During our conversation he would say something and get me to repeat the word. For instance he said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Next time we meet, I'll say 'en passant' to you. Say 'en passant.'"&lt;br /&gt;"En passant," I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said he was on some kind of medication. He and his girlfriend were under a community health scheme. Aha! They were on their way to have tea at their favourite cafe. He said he was studying "travel and tourism." I asked him how long his course was for. He said it was indefinite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him what was so special about today. Because it was a bank holiday. Are you sure you want me to have your watch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He felt he was having an important conversation with me and he was so grateful to have met me. I said it was my pleasure meeting both of them. I wished them all the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on my way home on another bus I took out my new prized possession. It's been years since I've worn a watch. Now that I've broken that habit, I don't intend getting back into it. I was still curious to see what model I had acquired.  It had the logo CK on it. Could it be Calvin Klein? It was too dark for me to read the logo properly. When I got home I used the magnifying glass. It wasn't CK but GK: Giovanni Kelvin! Who the hell is Giovanni Kelvin?  I offered the watch to my mother who collects watches and clocks but even she wasn't interested in a GK watch. Oh well, I'll keep it to remind me that unlike Desmond Decker's lyrics, I don't have to slave for a watch, even if it is a GK watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is full of wonderful surprises. Who knows what tomorrow will bring? Perhaps, an Yvonne St Lawrence perfume, or a Christiana La Cross outfit. All things are possible when you believe, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-114898445708969486?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114898445708969486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114898445708969486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/no-slaving-for-bread-sir.html' title='No Slaving for Bread, Sir'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-114873477545975252</id><published>2006-05-27T12:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-27T12:59:35.473Z</updated><title type='text'>Love Takes All Forms</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;So I was browsing the &lt;a href="http://www.channel4.com/bigbrother/"&gt;Big Brother&lt;/a&gt; website. I mentioned to this woman sitting beside me what was going on but she was too engrossed in what she was doing to get into a discussion. Not to worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour later while I was waiting for a bus, a woman sat beside. She opened a magazine and the feature was about the contestants on Big Brother. We discussed the programme for a few minutes until my bus arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as well, I'm not fussed how Love appears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-114873477545975252?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114873477545975252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114873477545975252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/love-takes-all-forms.html' title='Love Takes All Forms'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-114864235175317886</id><published>2006-05-26T10:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-26T11:37:43.163Z</updated><title type='text'>The One That is Uniquely Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The other day I met this guy on the bus. He was having a moan about politics. As I couldn't get a word in edgewise, I listened to what he had to say. He talked about how we're always been watched.  The "powers that be" want us all to behave in the same way; this way, the minority get to be in control. We're told what to do, eat, where to go and how to entertain ourselves. He said we've lost our spontaneity and are losing our individualities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I could see my friend's perspective I did not agree with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no way, EVER, that any of us can lose our individualities. It will NEVER happen. Why? Because life has been designed so that the One infinite Self/Life has individuated into infinite, unique, expressions of Self, sometimes referred to as the &lt;a href="http://www.templeofthepresence.org/portrait.htm"&gt;I AM Presence&lt;/a&gt;, our true self. It is our nature to express our unique abilities while still being one with the All There Is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My real self will NEVER allow my unique nature to be lost in a collective consciousness. That is IMPOSSIBLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can take away my joy.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can stop me from being my real self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe the Universe is really an art gallery for us all to express and share our unique expressions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the One and Only,&lt;br /&gt;Purple Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related article: &lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/03/if-you-feel-urge-to-fly-then-fly-you.html"&gt;If You Feel the Urge to Fly, then Fly You Must"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-114864235175317886?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114864235175317886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114864235175317886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/one-that-is-uniquely-me.html' title='The One That is Uniquely Me'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-114855774923332542</id><published>2006-05-25T11:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-09-01T10:01:32.426Z</updated><title type='text'>Grace - Revisited</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I believe while there is only one Love there are different expressions of that Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is Love that is acceptance. You can accept someone for who he is without agreeing with his behaviour. You know he is expressing himself based on what he knows or believes. And while you accept others as they are, you also accept yourself just as you are because you know you're always doing the best you can at any given moment. In this respect, acceptance is recognising that every moment is perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a Love that chastens. This Love is constantly teaching you the truth of reality and corrects you when you're off-track. In other words, Love makes you see things as they are, not as you've been programmed they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a Love that I can only refer to as Grace. Let's look at what the scriptures have to say about Grace:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Bless the LORD, O my soul, and forget not all his benefits, who forgives all your iniquity, who heals all your diseases, who redeems your life from the Pit, who crowns you with steadfast love and mercy, who satisfies you with good as long as you live so that your youth is renewed like the eagle's." (&lt;a href="http://etext.virginia.edu/etcbin/toccer-new2?id=RsvPsal.sgm&amp;images=images/modeng&amp;amp;data=/texts/english/modeng/parsed&amp;tag=public&amp;amp;part=103&amp;division=div1"&gt;Psalm 103: 3-5&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/blockquote&gt;Grace is not concerned with healing you when you've understood truth, nor is She bothered about correction. Grace loves you whether you think you're deserving or not. Grace loves you whether you know of Her presence or not. Grace is acceptance and then some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Grace is not some lovely idea that one can confine to the realm of the divine; we all know about and practise Grace from time to time. For instance, when I was hit by a car as a child, it was Grace in action that got me to the hospital. If there wasn't Grace, I would have been left on the street because it was my fault for not checking behind the stationary van before crossing the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I saw someone involved in a car accident, I witnessed Grace in action. A few of us saw this elderly woman lying on the ground in a hit-and-run accident. Grace as a man called the ambulance on his mobile phone. Grace as another man ran to the local post office to ask for a blanket so we could cover the woman. Grace as another man went to the local pharmacist to get some bandage. Grace as myself held the woman's hand and prayed. Grace as the police arrived and directed the traffic. Grace as the paramedic team arrived to take care of the woman. When no one could understand what the injured woman was saying, Grace arrived as two men who could speak her language and were able to interpret on her behalf. This is a demonstration of Grace. Grace doesn't care what you've been doing before, nor does She care what beliefs you have. Grace is only bothered about loving in every moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the Love that chastens does have its place. That kind of Love is like being aware of the traffic code so you know how to cross the road so you don't get run over; and you learn to check behind a stationary vehicle before crossing. The problem with learning is that you're likely get stuck into believing life is about demonstrating the truth you've learned. Grace is beyond all concepts of Truth. Grace is Love that is endlessly pouring Love. You never know how this Love is going to unfold, just trust in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incidentally, I received an email from a friend today, which my friend has given me permission to post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Yesterday I had a nice dream. In the dream, I felt abundance of cosmic energy (love) flowing into my heart and I realized that I was able to access the power. I wanted to test the power, so I took the broken flute. As soon as I touched it, it became perfect and wonderful flute. When I woke up in the morning, I was very fresh and I tried to do something which I tried in the dream and nothing happened. hahahahaa!"&lt;/blockquote&gt;My friend is talking about Grace, Infinite love that is constantly flowing in every moment. However, while Grace is cosmic energy, how It is manifested takes limitless forms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my response to my friend's email:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"As for the dream, of course you are always connected to Love. You are Love. Just because your flute doesn't seem to have been fixed doesn't mean it isn't. Just trust in Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Years ago, my laptop broke down. It came up with an error message and no matter what I typed it wouldn't recognise it. Before that, I'd been thinking that I was sick of the laptop and wanted a new one and new software. But I couldn't sell it because I didn't think I would get anything for it. I prayed for it to work but it didn't. I left it alone and borrowed a laptop from a friend. After a few days that laptop stopped working. My friend said she would take her laptop to her dad to fix it. I asked her if she could take mine as well just in case. Her dad was able to change the hard drive in my laptop which he said had conked out. It turned out he had one spare which he gave me. He then downloaded free software. So in a long-winded way I did get what I was seeking - new software.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Never underestimate the power of love. Just because you're not aware of something doesn't mean it's not working."&lt;/blockquote&gt;Grace takes care of our needs in Her own way. All we need to do is trust in Her and She never lets us down. Only when we believe we have to demonstrate what we understand do we hold back our good. Even so, Grace is constantly pouring love our way no matter what, even if your laptop has to be taken round the houses to get it sorted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we can continue to learn about the law, the rules and regulations, or we can step into Grace. When you walk in Grace there's no need to think about cars because the roads will always be clear when you need to cross it. Even if the roads are not clear, you might find yourself across the road and not know how you got there. I remember once I crossed the road thinking the cars had stopped. I "woke up" and realised the traffic was moving at a normal pace. At that moment I had experienced a simultaneous dimension - where two events are happening at the same time and in the same space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace is right here and now. But if you're too busy learning how to cross the road you miss walking in Grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk in Grace.&lt;br /&gt;I am Grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related articles: &lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/inner-heart.html"&gt;The Inner Heart&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://simplyenocia.blogspot.com/2006/01/grace.html"&gt;Grace&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://simplyenocia.blogspot.com/2005/12/guilt-complex.html"&gt;Guilt Complex&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://theoneinall.blogspot.com/2005/08/dressing-you-in-love.html"&gt;Dressing You in Love&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://vector8.blogspot.com/2005/05/living-under-grace.html"&gt;Living Under Grace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-114855774923332542?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114855774923332542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114855774923332542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/grace-revisited.html' title='Grace - Revisited'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-114847814340675159</id><published>2006-05-24T13:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-29T13:42:08.098Z</updated><title type='text'>Giver or Getter?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Are you a giver or a getter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is every moment an opportunity to give or to see what you can get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving and getting seems to be two sides of the same coin. Giving makes you feel as if you have more than enough; while getting makes you feel as if you never have enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're coming from a place of giving, you're one with giving. You are giving, you are given, all is giving, all is given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're coming from the place of getting, you're one with getting. You are getting, you are out to get, all is getting, all is out to get. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving and getting are states of consciousness one can choose to live from. There is no judgment either way.  In other words, I won't stop being Love if I choose to give or get because nothing can be taken away from or added to the Love that I AM. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I choose to give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give, I am given, all is giving, all is given. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-114847814340675159?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114847814340675159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114847814340675159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/giver-or-getter.html' title='Giver or Getter?'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-114839061898356771</id><published>2006-05-23T13:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-23T13:37:17.630Z</updated><title type='text'>What is Prayer?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;There is nothing but God, the One infinite power, love and wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's say you're trying to open a door and the key is turning but the door won't open. You decide to pray about it. Your prayer is an affirmation about what is. Let's say you ask God to open the door. You're also realising God is the key that opens the door; God is the door; and God is the one turning the key. If one component is not realised you are either going to have problems opening the door, or it will remain closed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer is a reminder that there is only one power inside and out. That power is God; that power is you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is all there is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-114839061898356771?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114839061898356771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114839061898356771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-is-prayer.html' title='What is Prayer?'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-114831129932341414</id><published>2006-05-22T14:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-22T15:50:23.703Z</updated><title type='text'>Acceptance</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;On a bus journey the other day I heard this woman asking a driver what bus to get to a train station. He advised her where to get off. It meant crossing over which the woman wasn't prepared to do. Another passenger advised her to stay on the bus till further down where she could change to another route without needing to cross the road. While the woman was speaking I noticed she had an accent. I wondered whether she was American.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point the driver announced he was only going part of the journey. I decided to change and wait for another bus. The woman who I had wondered about got off at the same bus stop. She had a plastic bag over one foot and was limping. She also had a huge suitcase. I asked her if she was OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How long have you been living in London?" she asked.&lt;br /&gt;"A long time, over 25 years," I said. "Why?"&lt;br /&gt;"I've just been asking the driver how to get to Victoria and he didn't have a clue. He can't even speak English properly. I think he's African. Why do they have drivers who can't speak English?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I did not share her views I remained silent and let her speak her mind. When our bus arrived she asked me if I could help her with her suitcase. I put her suitcase in the bus and sat across her while she went on about the previous bus driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, her suitcase fell on a passenger's leg. I rushed to pick up the suitcase and apologised. I asked her if she was alright. She said it wasn't my fault. She blamed the bus company for not providing a suitable space for suitcases. Naturally, when the bus moves about the suitcase is bound to fall and hurt someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is the third time a suitcase has fallen on this ankle," she said. "My leg is all black and blue now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beside me was an elderly gentleman. He told me on his way to get the bus he slipped on someone's skateboard and fell. I asked him if he was alright and he said yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman with the suitcase said she fell and sprained her ankle recently. That's why she had it covered with a plastic bag. She told me she was born in Canada, lived there till she was 21 years old, then lived in Bermuda for 35 years. She's been living in the UK for four years. She was now moving from London to a town in West Sussex. She told me what life was like in Bermuda. It was also fun speaking to the elderly gentleman who gave his views about life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's strange how I met three people who wanted to express their views about life. Maybe they just wanted someone to listen without judgment, to accept them for who they are at that moment. I didn't have to agree with their views, just listen and be in my peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is acceptance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is also about accepting yourself in every moment. If you need to express something about who you are now, be true to who you are now. In the next moment you might receive further insights which could change your perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you can accept all that you are, you can accept others, as they are all aspects of self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Acceptance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-114831129932341414?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114831129932341414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114831129932341414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/acceptance.html' title='Acceptance'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-114830326106046040</id><published>2006-05-22T12:28:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-29T14:21:31.471Z</updated><title type='text'>Staying in Your Power</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Don't be concerned with facts, forget about right and wrong, sinking or rising, winning or losing. Be like a mirror. It reflects one and all; blue, yellow and all other colors; long, short, any size. It reflects everything as it is, without judging. Those who have awakened to the Way, who have attained the mind of Peace and joy, who can see all karmic conditions and who share their enlightenment with others, reflect the world like a mirror, leaving no trace of themselves." &lt;a href="http://www.beliefnet.com/story/129/story_12953_1.html"&gt;The Lost Sutras of Jesus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;While I was watching television yesterday I noticed an ad for &lt;a href="http://www.sky.com/hd"&gt;Sky HD&lt;/a&gt;. What is HD? As I didn't have access to the Internet I couldn't Google it. Later, my mother told me she'd received a magazine from her favourite department store. She asked me if I wanted to read it. I said I would love to. It was a glossy I've never seen before about celebrity gossip, clothes and some features. I flicked through the pages. There was a piece about HD. Aha, HD stands for high definition. The article talked about how HD will enable viewers to see celebrities as they really are behind their cover creams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if I'd dismissed the magazine I wouldn't have noticed that my question of the day had already been answered in an unexpected way; not that I was really that interested. However, when we judge things as good/bad, right/wrong, we limit our experiences. Life is beyond duality and comes in infinite shapes and forms. You just have to be open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, I watched a reality TV show called &lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/strictlydancefever/"&gt;Strictly Dance Fever&lt;/a&gt;, which is a competition for amateur dancers with raw talent who are trained by experts in different dance routines. Every week a couple is eliminated until the dance-off for the chance to win £50,000. I know it's been going on for a while but yesterday was the first time I watched it. I find when you have a favourite, you're not only drawn into the contestants' emotions but the rest of the audience as well. Instead, I watched the show with detachment where I was on everybody's side and on no one's side. I didn't experience any "butterflies" in my stomach. I was able to enjoy it for what it was and stay in my peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is another show I've been watching called &lt;a href="http://www.idolonfox.com/"&gt;American Idol&lt;/a&gt;. They are now down to the final two. The grand final is this week. Though all the contestants have their charm, one contestant that stands out is &lt;a href="http://www.americanidol.com/contestants/taylor_hicks/"&gt;Taylor Hicks&lt;/a&gt;. Why? Because of his attitude. Taylor is full of joy. He doesn't seem to care what feedback he receives from the judges, whether they like his performance or not, he always punches one hand in the air and utters a whoop. You can tell he's having such fun singing. All he wants to do is sing. If it means having to compete then so be it. He's now in the finals, bless him. This is one way to stay in your joy. Whoop whether people like you or not. Whoop whether you're having a good day or not. Whoop no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reminded of a dog I saw recently on the bus. He and his human friend were sitting in the area designated for pushchairs. Soon a woman came in with her buggy and she didn't look too thrilled about having to share the space with a dog. The bus driver stopped the bus and asked the passenger to take her dog upstairs, which she did. The dog didn't seem to mind where he was sitting. He was happy. I can imagine if this was a human dog, he would be accusing the driver of dogism. "Why should I sit upstairs? Is it because of my pedigree, the way I smell, or that I am a dog? I'm going to have to report you to the &lt;a href="http://www.rspca.org.uk/servlet/Satellite?pagename=RSPCA/RSPCARedirect&amp;amp;pg=RSPCAHome"&gt;RSPCA&lt;/a&gt; for your dogist attitude." Just as well dogs don't get offended by our rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're in your power you're not bothered about what's going on. You're not bothered about winning or losing. You're not committed to any one truth; you accept there are many ways of being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in my power is being the Joy and Peace that I am no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related articles: &lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/04/playing-to-draw.html"&gt;Playing to Draw&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://www.powertoshare.com/dropzone/index.php?p=474"&gt;Palaces, Pooches and Puddles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-114830326106046040?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114830326106046040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114830326106046040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/staying-in-your-power.html' title='Staying in Your Power'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-114829796811609280</id><published>2006-05-22T11:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-22T11:53:36.570Z</updated><title type='text'>Taking Responsibility</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;There is only one infinite Self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one Self appears to have split Itself into infinite parts, rather like a book that has been multiplied millions of time so many people can read the same book. From our perspective we are each the Self, yet there is only one Self. Each of us has a quest which is to know who you are as Self and live as Self. Part of the quest is to recognise what is not you. What is not you is a counterfeit self or programme. No one can do it for you but you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the counterfeit self or programme? It is the many beliefs and thoughts we have about life which includes beliefs in suffering, lack, aging, disease and death. You experience these beliefs as real whether you’re aware of them on a conscious level or not. For instance, you hear about people who are born blind and have never seen "old" people, yet they grow old, get sick and die. Why? Because they have unwittingly activated the human programmes. How are these programmes activated? By thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see when you think of something you end up attracting similar thoughts that keep you locked into the many programmes of humanity. The irony is it is our thoughts that keep us in bondage. If you want to break out of the bondage then you have to operate from another realm: the realm of no thought or silence. Our real Self is the silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while back I felt a twinge in my stomach which grew worse. I knew that all I had to do was stay in silence, yet I couldn’t help wondering what it was. The next thing I knew I had all these thoughts providing possible causes. Maybe it’s something I ate, maybe it’s my menstrual cycle, maybe I have a stomach bug, maybe this, maybe that. I must have accepted one of these suggestions as true because I ended up with diarrhoea. I remained in my piece and let it do its thing. I was soon back to normal. It soon happened again. This time, I didn’t wonder about it I simply stayed in silence. The pain simply passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you experience life from Silence you are being your true Self that is formless. In silence there are no beliefs, thoughts or points of reference. There is nothing for you to grab on to. There is no one at home, no thinker to label any experience as this or that. As Silence, you simply let the experience arise and pass. If you feel a need to record the experience then you do so from a detached space of Silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is no one "at home" to think an experience, why do they arise? Because the counterfeit self keeps reminding you that it is the real self. It is your responsibility to know who you are as the Silence, formlessness. Your real Self erases any reference to the counterfeit self as and when they arise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you recognise Silence is your true self, you no longer have to worry about being influenced by collective thoughts and beliefs. You are conscious only of the Silence. You know that your true self is constantly erasing what is unlike self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is up to each of us to recognise who we are as the Infinite Self and live as Self. No one can do it for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-114829796811609280?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114829796811609280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114829796811609280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/taking-responsibility.html' title='Taking Responsibility'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-114811867721231372</id><published>2006-05-20T08:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-20T13:05:51.880Z</updated><title type='text'>What is Wealth?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"So you feel quite independent of Father's wealth." Ananta's gaze was innocent as he resumed the barbs of yesterday's conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am conscious of my dependence on God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Words are cheap! Life has shielded you thus far! What a plight if you were forced to look to the Invisible Hand for your food and shelter! You would soon be begging on the streets!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Never! I would not put faith in passers-by rather than God! He can devise for His devotee a thousand resources besides the begging-bowl!" &lt;a href="http://www.thenazareneway.com/Autobiography_of_a_Yogi/Chapter%2011.htm"&gt;Autobiography of a Yogi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Ever so often the newspapers compile a list of the 100 richest people in Britain. I wonder what their intention is. Perhaps, they expect readers to be inspired to work harder so they too can be fabulously wealthy and happy just like these wealthy people/celebrities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe there are two kinds of wealth: real wealth and mammon (worldly wealth).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe real wealth is substance. What is substance? Substance is the invisible stuff of the universe that all things come from. Some call it God or Love. Without substance, the universe wouldn't have come into being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mystics have taught us to seek God/Substance first. Jesus teaches:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"And why are you anxious about clothing? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they neither toil nor spin;  yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. But if God so clothes the grass of the field, which today is alive and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, will he not much more clothe you, O men of little faith? Therefore do not be anxious, saying, `What shall we eat?' or `What shall we drink?' or `What shall we wear?' For the Gentiles seek all these things; and your heavenly Father knows that you need them all. But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things shall be yours as well." (&lt;a href="http://etext.virginia.edu/etcbin/toccer-new2?id=RsvMatt.sgm&amp;images=images/modeng&amp;amp;data=/texts/english/modeng/parsed&amp;tag=public&amp;amp;part=6&amp;division=div1"&gt;Matthew 6: 28-33&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/blockquote&gt;What is and where is this kingdom? The kingdom is our real self, our true power, Substance. That kingdom is in all of us and is in all things. The kingdom is everywhere. One way to access that power is to practise being in silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Be still, and know that I am God." (&lt;a href="http://etext.virginia.edu/etcbin/toccer-new2?id=RsvPsal.sgm&amp;amp;images=images/modeng&amp;data=/texts/english/modeng/parsed&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;tag=public&amp;part=46&amp;amp;division=div1"&gt;Psalm 46: 10&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/blockquote&gt;In our kingdom is perfect peace, energy, love, joy, wholeness, unlimited ideas, power, and all wisdom. That is what I believe to be real wealth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world would have you believe wealth is about how much money you have in your bank account and how much stuff you have accumulated which include cars, houses, art, stuff and more stuff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world would have you believe that with money you can buy all things including health. While your money could get you admitted into the best hospitals and provide you with the best physicians and wonder drugs, the drugs are only as good as your belief in them. No drugs, therapy or doctor has ever healed anyone. It is the patient's belief in the doctor or medication that does the trick. When you believe you're tapping into the power within you that heals. But if you don't believe in the drugs, you could spend lots of money going from one consultant to another and they won't do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could argue that scientists tap into the wisdom within which inspired them to come up with modern medicine. Hang on one moment! If they can tap into that wisdom, how come they never realised that you don't have to go through the rigmarole of taking drugs. Drugs are only props anyway. Why spend money on props when you can get healing directly? Either the scientists have no idea this is possible, or those who know about our innate healing power are keeping that information to themselves. Why? So they can maintain the status quo where the masses have to pay to be healed. Even those who claim to be willing to share the information of tapping into one's innate healing still do so at a price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're not able to access that healing power within you, don't worry about it. It's probably the way you've planned your life to unfold. Before birth, you planned to get sick by some "terminal disease" so you can learn some important lessons about love, right? Admit it, you really want to suffer so you can grow spiritually. Yeah right! I don't buy into that for one moment. Granted, most of us have been conditioned into a set of beliefs about diseases, old age and death. When you seek the "kingdom" that you are, your real self reveals to you how you've been programmed with beliefs about genetics, health, nutrition, religion, etc. When you realise that your real self doesn't get sick and is eternal life old beliefs, including those about learning lessons, fall off like dead leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it most people seek whether they are rich or poor? They want to be loved and find someone to love. Many people have this idea that when you meet that significant other or soul-mate, together you can live happily ever after. So many people are moving from relationships to relationships seeking that illusive one true love. The relationship starts off well until ego rears its ugly head. Before you know it you are wondering what you saw in the other in the first place. You try to make it work. Maybe, if you have kids your love will grow. When you've had enough of trying to make it work you conclude that he or she wasn't the "one." You're off in search of the next "one." If you're a celebrity or a millionnaire, your separation is bound to cost you big time. You end up losing a large chunk of your "wealth" to your ex-partner. Oh well, that's how the cookie crumbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want to experience true love, seek the kingdom that you are. Then you realise that you already have a Beloved, your real self, who loves you unconditionally. You are the Beloved. You are love. You know that you are loved whether you are in a relationship or not. You have peace and joy no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world would have you believe that with money you can buy yourself your dream home, cars and all the stuff. But what the world will hide from you is the baggage that comes with fulfilling your dream. Unless you can afford it, you're going to have to get a mortgage and loans that you would need to pay off for a very long time. If you want to keep the lifestyle you're going to have to earn as much money as you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real wealth/real self will not deny you your dream home. But why should you have to put yourself in debt to achieve this? Surely the infinite power can find a way to get you that home? How this happens is up to God, you just have to trust Him. Who is to say God is not going to inspire someone to write you a cheque, or devise means to get you that house? It could be that God could arrange for you to live in a house for free without worrying about paying rent. Seek God and then trust in the Power within to sort out the details. From the materialist standpoint, it might seem as if you had to do something in exchange. But from God's perspective, what blesses one always blesses all. It is not up to you to worry about how things unfold just be open and let it unfold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many spiritual seekers have this idea that they have to play their part i.e. co-create with God. Your part is to be open and trust in the power of God that you are, pure and simple. Leave the details to infinite intelligence. However, the moment you try to intervene by playing your part/co-creating with God, you are so focused on trying to manipulate events your way, you'll miss out on the many wonderful ways God unfolds. Put another way, playing your part is like having an intention to travel to London while heading in the opposite direction to Edinburgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real wealth is our true heritage and it includes love, peace, joy, wholeness, wisdom and power. When you know you've got this within, all you have to do is trust in it. The Power within you reveals to you truth about reality and will unfold events beyond your wildest imagination. But you have to trust in Its way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Trust in the LORD with all your heart, and do not rely on your own insight. In all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make straight your paths." (&lt;a href="http://etext.virginia.edu/etcbin/toccer-new2?id=RsvProv.sgm&amp;images=images/modeng&amp;amp;data=/texts/english/modeng/parsed&amp;tag=public&amp;amp;part=3&amp;division=div1"&gt;Proverbs 3: 5-6&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/blockquote&gt;God or mammon; which wealth do you choose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related articles: &lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/game-of-plugging-in.html"&gt;The Game of Plugging In&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/breaking-out-of-projection-habit.html"&gt;Breaking out of the Projection Habit&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/mirror-image-experiment.html"&gt;The Mirror Image Experiment&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/will-to-do-good.html"&gt;The Will to Do Good&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/unknown-territory-causeless-cause.html"&gt;Unknown Territory, Causeless Cause&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/stop-looking-for-cause.html"&gt;Stop Looking for a Cause&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/03/god-doesnt-make-mistakes.html"&gt;God Doesn't Make Mistakes&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/03/magician.html"&gt;The Magician&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://simplyenocia.blogspot.com/2006/01/how-to-avoid-blocks.html"&gt;How to Avoid Blocks&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-114811867721231372?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114811867721231372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114811867721231372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-is-wealth.html' title='What is Wealth?'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-114804294322836846</id><published>2006-05-19T11:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-19T13:21:45.660Z</updated><title type='text'>The Game of Plugging In</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;When you plug into electricity, there is a continuous flow of electricity. Just because a light bulb doesn't work doesn't mean there's no electricity flowing. Just remove the bulb and touch the base and you'll soon find out. The only time an electricity stops flowing is when you've switched it off or it's been disconnected from the main energy grid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is my point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is an Energy grid that I can plug into at any time. This is my essence. It doesn't matter what my beliefs are, what I think I know, what my actions have been in the past, what my future plans are, my successes or failures; I can plug in now and enjoy my essence. &lt;a href="http://simplyenocia.blogspot.com/2005/10/plug-in.html"&gt;Plug In&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;So I noticed a rash on my arm last night. While I wasn't going to focus on the cause and try and remove it, I remembered to plug in. I visualised my feet like the roots of a tree connecting to the soil that is Infinite Love. I felt a rush of energy in me and around me. I woke up this morning and saw the rash had disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a related article I wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Thoughts create static, a temporary disconnection from the Energy of One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am plugged into the Universe, I am pure Energy. You know something, my walk is different. I am gliding and each movement is a joy; gaiety in action. I am a squirrel that hops about with hardly a sound. You only know a squirrel is about when you hear a crackle or two." &lt;a href="http://simplyenocia.blogspot.com/2005/10/plug-in-2.html"&gt;Plug In - 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;In truth, I am always plugged in. I am the totality of the Infinite One that is Love. However, the human experience is constantly distracting one from the truth that you are plugged in. Thoughts, beliefs and fears "create" statics which make you believe you're not connected, and experience things in parts. Because you don't appear to be seeing the whole picture, you panic and project a future based, as you see it, on your perception of the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until you are always aware that you're always plugged in, it is necessary to practise playing the "game of plugging in" by any means necessary. My means include reminding myself that "Love is all there is"; being in silence; I visualise my hand like a plug being connected; I imagine myself as a tree; I see myself as light, etc, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am always plugged in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related article: &lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/breaking-out-of-projection-habit.html"&gt;Breaking out of the Projection Habit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-114804294322836846?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114804294322836846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114804294322836846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/game-of-plugging-in.html' title='The Game of Plugging In'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-114803568134953048</id><published>2006-05-19T09:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-19T11:04:36.166Z</updated><title type='text'>Don't Pooh Pooh My Poo</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Years ago while I was learning to swim the instructor tried to encourage me with the following words of wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There are sinkers and there are floaters. You are a sinker," she said.&lt;br /&gt;"Do sinkers ever swim then?"&lt;br /&gt;"Eventually."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm eventually going to float but not today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to use the same analogy for that which people frown upon - human excrement or shit. For those of a sensitive disposition, I'll refer to it as poo. Why do we hate talking about poos? Is it the smell that bothers us or are people just shit scared? Well, I have no problems discussing poos, which I've been meaning to write about. So here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have observed that, apart from when one has the runs, there are two types of poos: sinkers and floaters. Mine are little pellets of floaters. I'm amazed at the different shapes that come out. I've had heart shape poos that looked adorable. Maybe I could have my poos displayed in a modern art exhibition. After all, if &lt;a href="http://www.cmoa.org/international/html/art/ofili.htm"&gt;Chris Ofili&lt;/a&gt; can win the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Turner_Prize"&gt;Turner Prize&lt;/a&gt; with art that included dry elephant dung, then I should have no problems with my heart shape poos. Unless the artists decide to expel me from their academy. Hahaha. The puns keep rolling out thick and fast. Another pun. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if my poos float because they're filled with light? Are poos that sink of the dark side? Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I met a kindred spirit, someone who wasn't afraid to talk about poos. He sat next to me on the bus but his mother insisted that he swap seats and sit beside her. OK, my new friend was about four years old, but he was still a kindred spirit. He started saying poo, poo, poo. His mother told him he was being disgusting. She tried to distract him by singing &lt;a href="http://www.niehs.nih.gov/kids/lyrics/sunshine.htm"&gt;You are My Sunshine&lt;/a&gt; to him which goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;You Are My Sunshine&lt;br /&gt;My only sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;You make me happy&lt;br /&gt;When skies are grey.&lt;br /&gt;You'll never know, dear,&lt;br /&gt;How much I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Please don't take my sunshine away&lt;/blockquote&gt;She wanted him to sing along with her. The boy was ever so willing but he substituted some of the words with "poo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;You are my poo poo&lt;br /&gt;My only poo poo&lt;br /&gt;You make me poo poo&lt;/blockquote&gt;By that time I was creasing up. I even encouraged him by singing along. It didn't matter what strategies his mother used to distract him like pointing out to him the school he will be attending in September, the boy wouldn't stop saying poo. He seemed to take such delight saying "poo poo" until his mother relented. I said to his mother "I wonder if his favourite book is going to be 'Winnie the Poo'", I mean Pooh. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the boy may have won the battle of the poos, he hadn't won the war. Not by a long shot. When he goes to school they're going to condition the shit out of him. If he insists on talking shit, he will be defined as having a scatological sense of humour. I hope one day when he's had enough of this shit he'll search for "poo" on the Internet and find this post. I hope he'll remember the lady sitting behind him on the bus who sang to him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;You Are my poo poo&lt;br /&gt;My only poo poo.&lt;br /&gt;You make me poo poo&lt;br /&gt;When skies are poo.&lt;br /&gt;You'll never know, poo,&lt;br /&gt;How much I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Please don't take my poo poo away.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Please don't pooh pooh my poo. I'm doing what comes naturally. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love,&lt;br /&gt;Enocia the Poo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-114803568134953048?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114803568134953048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114803568134953048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/dont-pooh-pooh-my-poo.html' title='Don&apos;t Pooh Pooh My Poo'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-114786857735091825</id><published>2006-05-17T11:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-19T15:01:00.484Z</updated><title type='text'>Breaking out of the Projection Habit</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"To those leaning on the sustaining infinite, to-day is big with blessings." &lt;a href="http://www.christianscience.org/SAH/SAH_Pre.html"&gt;Science and Health, Mary Baker Eddy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Your friend asks you to go out tomorrow but you have no money right now. What do you say? If you say you can't because of your circumstances, you're projecting your current circumstances into tomorrow and possibly the next day and the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're not feeling well today and your friend invites you out. If you can't see yourself being well enough to go out the next day, you're projecting your current circumstances into tomorrow and possibly the next day and the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you break out of projections? By knowing the truth of every moment, that there is only one life and it is God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God/Love is all there is and God is goodness, abundance, harmony, peace, joy, wisdom, fulfilment etc, then you expect every moment to be filled with blessings. You trust in God's infinite blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can now see that it is God inviting you out in the first place to have fun with Him. You also know God is always appearing as the resources needed to live in joy including perfect health, love, money, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are tempted to project into the future, stop. Instead, thank God/Universe for all the good there is in all time and all space forever more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infinite Love is all there is in Its infinite manifestations, and very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related article: &lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/dont-worry-be-thankful.html"&gt;Don't Worry, Be Thankful&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://theoneinall.blogspot.com/2005/07/projections.html"&gt;Projections&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-114786857735091825?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114786857735091825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114786857735091825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/breaking-out-of-projection-habit.html' title='Breaking out of the Projection Habit'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-114771077385116849</id><published>2006-05-16T09:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-15T16:36:08.903Z</updated><title type='text'>The Inner Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I have an outer and an inner heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The outer heart is supposed to pump out blood to the rest of my body providing the nutrients the body needs. The blood also carries away waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My inner heart pumps out love not only to all aspect of my body but out into infinity, and transmutes all into love. My inner heart is one with the inner hearts of all. My inner heart is my real self which is love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love from my inner heart is infinite;  She radiates love forever and ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine what this means? Every heart beat, I am radiating love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-114771077385116849?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114771077385116849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114771077385116849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/inner-heart.html' title='The Inner Heart'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-114777101902116021</id><published>2006-05-16T08:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-17T09:43:06.706Z</updated><title type='text'>Never Mind the Clouds</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Mr. Banks: Just a moment, Mary Poppins. What is the meaning of this outrage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary Poppins: I beg your pardon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Banks: Will you be good enough to explain all this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary Poppins: First of all, I would like to make one thing quite clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Banks: Yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary Poppins: I never explain anything. &lt;a href="http://www.imsdb.com/scripts/Mary-Poppins.html"&gt;Mary Poppins&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;A few days ago I went for a walk with a &lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/lights-camera-action-even-more-new-joy.html"&gt;friend&lt;/a&gt; at a local park. My friend wanted to sit on the grass but it was spitting at the time. He pointed to the dark looking clouds and said he could see rain in the distance. He believed we were about to get drenched. I neither agreed nor disagreed with him. I had a knowing it wasn't going to rain. We sat on a park bench and chatted for a while. It drizzled for a while then it stopped. While we walked round the park I pointed to my friend that it hadn't rained after all. I said I knew it wasn't going to rain because I "saw" us walking in dry weather. In fact, it was dry all through the night. When I walked home around 1.30 am, it was still dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this an example of positive versus negative thinking? Was my friend seeing the glass as half-empty while I was seeing the glass as half-full? It had nothing to do with positive or negative thinking. I was simply seeing beyond the clouds to the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky represents our real essence that is always in bliss and in joy, while the clouds represent appearances, beliefs and thoughts. Most people know deep inside that they are the sky, i.e. their nature is bliss, but because they are focused on the clouds they get distracted into believing appearances are real and forget who they are. Before you know it you're living by appearances. You're like a meteorologist who is predicting the weather based on the atmosphere. You're like a doctor giving diagnoses based on your patients' symptoms. In other words, you are constantly looking for causes to appearances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would happen if we didn't try to find explanations and let things be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days ago I had an itch in one eye. By the evening the eye was bloodshot and had stuff around the corners. As far as I was concerned there was no cause for it to be itchy and red. I didn't even raise the issue with my mother who I'm living with. I simply knew who I am as the sky, bliss, and left it at that. The next day the itchiness and redness had cleared up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was someone who was distracted by appearances, I would be trying to identify the cause of the redness.  When I'd determined the cause, I would seek out the right treatment or make one up. And while I am busy focusing on the cause and cure, I am magnifying and prolonging the situation. Furthermore, I am forgetting who I am as the sky that is wholeness and harmony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you know yourself as the sky you're not fooled by the clouds. You simply appreciate the clouds for what they are. Some clouds look so pretty in formation. Have you observed clouds at sunset? What a work of art! Similarly, I know that no matter how beautiful or menacing things appear, they are only appearances that are constantly changing. I focus on my true self - the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that same evening my friend said he was experiencing lots of movements in his &lt;a href="http://www.kheper.net/topics/chakras/Solar_Plexus.htm"&gt;solar plexus&lt;/a&gt;,  which he interpreted as emotional issues seeking release. He asked me if I felt emotions. I said I felt joy and bliss. At one point my friend had a coughing fit and he was trying to find a cause for the cough. I reached out and grabbed his hand. In silence I was inviting my friend to soar with me above the clouds. We walked hand in hand until we parted company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incidentally, while I was working on this piece in the library I noticed I couldn't connect to Google. Other Internet users started complaining that there was a problem. A man beside asked me if I was having the same problem. I told him I wasn't. In the meantime, the library staff were calling their IT department. One librarian said the whole network was down, which was affecting other libraries in the area. I remained calm and focused on being the sky while I continued working on the article on Word. Within a few minutes, the Internet was back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As interesting as the clouds are, I am not of the clouds; I am the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related articles: &lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/stop-looking-for-cause.html"&gt;Stop Looking for a Cause!&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://simplyenocia.blogspot.com/2006/01/when-being-good-is-not-enough.html"&gt;When Being Good is Not Enough&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;a href="http://simplyenocia.blogspot.com/2005/12/water-off-ducks-back.html"&gt;Water Off a Duck's Back&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-114777101902116021?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114777101902116021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114777101902116021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/never-mind-clouds.html' title='Never Mind the Clouds'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-114770088947141552</id><published>2006-05-15T12:50:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-01-31T14:12:47.860Z</updated><title type='text'>Giving and Receiving - Revisited</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I believe from the Absolute/Reality all Good is freely given and all I have to do is receive. Therefore, the following passage from the Bible is absolute truth:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Ho, every one who thirsts, come to the waters; and he who has no money, come, buy and eat! Come, buy wine and milk without money and without price. Why do you spend your money for that which is not bread, and your labor for that which does not satisfy? Hearken diligently to me, and eat what is good, and delight yourselves in fatness."&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://etext.virginia.edu/etcbin/toccer-new2?id=RsvIsai.sgm&amp;amp;images=images/modeng&amp;amp;data=/texts/english/modeng/parsed&amp;amp;tag=public&amp;amp;part=55&amp;amp;division=div1"&gt;Isaiah 55: 1-2&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/blockquote&gt;Then you have Jesus in the same Bible saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Give, and it will be given to you; good measure, pressed down, shaken together, running over, will be put into your lap. For the measure you give will be the measure you get back." (&lt;a href="http://etext.virginia.edu/etcbin/rsv2www?specfile=/texts/english/religion/rsv/rsv-pub.o2w&amp;amp;act=text&amp;amp;offset=4329781&amp;amp;textreg=0&amp;amp;query=give+and+it"&gt;Luke 6: 38&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/blockquote&gt;This seems to be contradicting Isaiah's realisation. Isaiah is saying receive without conditions while Jesus is saying you receive with conditions i.e. what you give is what you receive. Hmmm! Curious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elsewhere Jesus teaches:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Ask, and it will be given you; seek, and you will find; knock, and it will be opened to you. For every one who asks receives, and he who seeks finds, and to him who knocks it will be opened." (&lt;a href="http://etext.virginia.edu/etcbin/toccer-new2?id=RsvMatt.sgm&amp;amp;images=images/modeng&amp;amp;data=/texts/english/modeng/parsed&amp;amp;tag=public&amp;amp;part=7&amp;amp;division=div1"&gt;Matthew 7: 7-8&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/blockquote&gt;This passage is very clear. It is saying "ask, and it will be given you." There are no conditions. You don't have to give anything in return, all you have to do is receive. Is Jesus contradicting himself? Curiouser and Curiouser!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let us examine two miracles in the bible. In one story of a blind man calling out to Jesus for healing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"What do you want me to do for you?" He said, "Lord, let me receive my sight." And Jesus said to him, "Receive your sight; your faith has made you well." (&lt;a href="http://etext.virginia.edu/etcbin/rsv2www?specfile=/texts/english/religion/rsv/rsv-pub.o2w&amp;amp;act=text&amp;amp;offset=4403159&amp;amp;textreg=0&amp;amp;query=receive+my+sight"&gt;Luke 18: 41-42&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/blockquote&gt;In a story of another blind man, the healing isn't that straightforward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"[Jesus] he spat on the ground and made clay of the spittle and anointed the man's eyes with the clay, saying to him, "Go, wash in the pool of Silo'am" (which means Sent). So he went and washed and came back seeing." (&lt;a href="http://etext.virginia.edu/etcbin/rsv2www?specfile=/texts/english/religion/rsv/rsv-pub.o2w&amp;amp;act=text&amp;amp;offset=3751119&amp;amp;textreg=0&amp;amp;query=blind"&gt;John 9: 6-7&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/blockquote&gt;Now, the Intelligence which Jesus refers to as "Father" that he knows he is at one with is perfect, unchanging, impersonal Power, Love and Wisdom. However, the Intelligence expresses through individuals in a personal way according to belief. In other words, the "Father" knows that there are humans who are open to receive without conditions and there are others who believe in exchange. Many people, for instance, feel guilty when someone gives something to them without expecting anything in return. Others find that what is freely given has no value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the miracles, we see that the blind man who received without conditions received his sight; while the blind man who expected to take some action received according to his belief. It also makes sense why Jesus teaches in different ways according to different needs. Those who are open to freely receive can resonate with "ask and receive." Those who are comfortable only with exchange can resonate with "give and you will receive."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you feel comfortable giving/receiving something in exchange for what you've been given/received then do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're happy about giving/receiving without needing to receive/give in return then do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Absolute sense all Good is freely given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kingdom is already yours whatever your beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related article: &lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/03/supply-and-demand-are-one_13.html"&gt;Supply and Demand and One&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-114770088947141552?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114770088947141552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114770088947141552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/giving-and-receiving-revisited.html' title='Giving and Receiving - Revisited'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-114769087672364341</id><published>2006-05-15T09:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-15T15:43:43.080Z</updated><title type='text'>Lights, Camera, Action! Even More New Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Life is spontaneous. Every moment is totally brand new. While it seems as if I'm walking down the same old street, riding on the same old buses, writing about the same old topic and recalling the same old memory, every moment is brand new. Thus, every time I see something or remember an experience it is always from a brand new perspective." &lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/ever-new-joy.html"&gt;Ever New Joy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;So there I was sitting in a bookshop browsing. A man came up to me and said something. It was my friend whom I haven't seen in a while. We hugged. He said while he was on a bus he felt something pulling him towards the bookshop and had a feeling I was in there, so he came looking for me. He recently went to the &lt;a href="http://www.spiritualcinemacircle.com/Festival2/festival/index.cfm"&gt;Spiritual Cinema Festival by Sea&lt;/a&gt;. He shared his photos with me. He asked me if I fancied taking a walk to a park close by. I said yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now my friend is exploring who he is through studying spiritual literature, attending courses, and healing. We talked about how he is feeling and his recent healing experience. My friend's healer is &lt;a href="http://www.stephenturoff.org/"&gt;Stephen Turoff&lt;/a&gt; whose lecture I attended years ago. Stephen is a devotee of &lt;a href="http://www.saibabalinks.org/officialsites.htm"&gt;Sai Baba&lt;/a&gt;. Funnily enough, my mother's doctor is also a devotee of &lt;a href="http://www.saibabalinks.org/officialsites.htm"&gt;Sai Baba&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we strolled round the park, my friend said he felt as if he was experiencing the park for the first time. Maybe it was because he was with me. I told him that I experience everything as new. That's why I never get bored doing the same old stuff because each time it's experienced from a new perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend had to attend a screening at the &lt;a href="http://www.ica.org.uk/"&gt;ICA&lt;/a&gt; (Institute of Contemporary Arts) of a short film he was in recently called "Popo Gigi: A Tribute" which will have its World Premiere at the Cannes Film Festival later this week. He said he couldn't invite me because it was for cast and crew only. I had no problem with that. I figured I would stay with him until the screening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the &lt;a href="http://www.ica.org.uk/"&gt;ICA&lt;/a&gt;, my friend introduced me to fellow cast members and it was fun meeting them. The producer, writer, and star of the show was the spitting image of &lt;a href="http://www.saibabalinks.org/officialsites.htm"&gt;Sai Baba&lt;/a&gt;!!  My friend asked the producer whether I could attend the screening. The producer said if there were seats available I was welcome. Although I wasn't too fussed about attending, I knew I would have a seat. There's no way the Universe would let me be at this place with my friend and not provide a seat for me. After the producer had given out tickets to the cast and crew he had a few to spare, so he gave me one. Now I was really attending the film screening. What a day this was turning out to be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what the film, Popo Gigi: A Tribute is about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"A 'Bollywood' legend comes to London to tread the boards in Shakespeare, but first he must find a leading lady equal to his charm and sexual dynamism. He brings with him his (not so) faithful sidekick Ramyou Balti and his spiritual advisor the Honourable Guru Baboo to help him in the task of selecting his Juliette and recruits his Harley Street IVF specialist, Doc Schmuck, to marshal the hordes of actresses who apply for the audition. However, Popo Gigi's eloquence and magnetism is such that as soon as he delivers the first line of Shakespeare, the actresses melt into paroxysms of sexual ecstasy and forget to act, instead divesting themselves of their clothes...." The film flyer.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Time for a wee digression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago, an Internet friend wrote about how he was admitted in the hospital and realised he was there to uplift others. I responded by posting a &lt;a href="http://vector8.blogspot.com/2004/05/not-all-suffering-is.html"&gt;story&lt;/a&gt; I'd written three years ago about the last time I was in hospital. At the time I found myself being uplifted and uplifting others. One patient who was mad about Shakespeare had the Complete Works of Shakespeare with him. While my arm was connected to the drip, I asked him to read some Shakespeare. He read the Sonnet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Shall I compare thee to a Summer's day?&lt;br /&gt;Thou art more lovely and more temperate... &lt;a href="http://www.poetry-online.org/shakespeare_sonnet_18_shall_i_compare_thee_to_a_summers_day.htm"&gt;Sonnet 18&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Fast forward to the film screening. he first line of Shakespeare Popo Gigi delivers to the actresses is the same one my friend read to me at the hospital. Surreal or what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was so much joy among the crew and cast which comes across in the film. My friend played the role of a transvestite. I couldn't quite work out what he was doing but who cares. It was good to see him in women's clothes for a change. The film is laugh out loud funny, silly, witty and delightfully entertaining, just my kind of film. I loved it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The making of the film/documentary was even more entertaining. The producer said he was at a party half-drunk and met the director who was just as sloshed. He shared his idea for a short film with the director which he said he wanted shown at the Cannes Film Festival; and they took it from there.  The director met the makeup artist on a plane trip where he found himself next to her. They got into a conversation, realised they worked in the same industry, and swapped details. When this film came up, he asked her to join the project. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a day! Today a film screening, tomorrow a movie premiere, perhaps? All things are possible, you just have to be open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Ever New Joy,&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-114769087672364341?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114769087672364341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114769087672364341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/lights-camera-action-even-more-new-joy.html' title='Lights, Camera, Action! Even More New Joy'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-115261038882956365</id><published>2006-05-14T09:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-11T13:53:39.356Z</updated><title type='text'>A Tribute to Unexpected Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday, I watched a film called "Popo Gigi: A Tribute." The most fitting description that comes to mind is unexpected joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The process leading to my seeing this film was very unexpected. I didn't expect to see my friend on that day but he popped up at the bookshop I was browsing in. He told me he was going to a screening at the &lt;a href="http://www.ica.org.uk/"&gt;ICA&lt;/a&gt; (Institute of Contemporary Arts) to watch a film he recently had a small part in. While he would have loved to invite me to the film it was for cast members only. I said I would hang out with him until the film started. It turned out the director had spare tickets so I was able to watch the film with my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the film's flyer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"A 'Bollywood' legend comes to London to tread the boards in Shakespeare, but first he must find a leading lady equal to his charm and sexual dynamism. He brings with him his (not so) faithful sidekick Ramyou Balti and his spiritual advisor the Honourable Guru Baboo to help him in the task of selecting his Juliette and recruits his Harley Street IVF specialist, Doc Schmuck, to marshal the hordes of actresses who apply for the audition. However, Popo Gigi's eloquence and magnetism is such that as soon as he delivers the first line of Shakespeare, the actresses melt into paroxysms of sexual ecstasy and forget to act, instead divesting themselves of their clothes...." Popo Gigi: A Tribute&lt;/blockquote&gt;Here's something else that was completely unexpected, though in my reality it's to be expected. Before I watched the film, I read an Internet friend's experience about being admitted into hospital and how he viewed it as an opportunity to heal and uplift other patients. I shared a story with my friend about when I was admitted in hospital three years ago, and how a patient beside me had uplifted me with stories about his life. The patient had also read me part of Shakespeare's &lt;a href="http://www.poetry-online.org/shakespeare_sonnet_18_shall_i_compare_thee_to_a_summers_day.htm"&gt;Sonnet&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate..." (see the story called &lt;a href="http://vector8.blogspot.com/2004/05/not-all-suffering-is.html"&gt;Not All Suffering Is&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/blockquote&gt;Well, guess what? The first line of Shakespeare that Popo Gigi reads to entice his actresses is the same sonnet the patient in the hospital had read to me. It would seem I was meant to see this film after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, Popo Gigi (Sam Sterling) was the spitting image of the Indian spiritual guru, &lt;a href="http://www.saibabalinks.org/officialsites.htm"&gt;Sai Baba&lt;/a&gt;, who also happens to be my mother's doctor's spiritual guru. &lt;a href="http://www.saibabalinks.org/officialsites.htm"&gt;Sai Baba&lt;/a&gt; has millions of followers across the world. I also noticed a picture of &lt;a href="http://www.saibabalinks.org/officialsites.htm"&gt;Sai Baba&lt;/a&gt; in the film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the film, while &lt;a href="http://www.saibabalinks.org/officialsites.htm"&gt;Sai Baba&lt;/a&gt; uses love to melt his followers hearts, Popo Gigi's bardic eloquence melts the actresses "into paroxysm of sexual ecstasy." In the meantime, Popo's antics tests his loyal sidekick, Ramyou Balti, to the limits leading to the ultimate showdown in the Sergio Leone tradition, Yoga mats at sundown. What a hoot!  Not only does Popo Gigi win the battle of Yogis, he also wins my heart. Cue stripping writer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend, David Nicholson, played Itchy Bitchy, the best looking transvestite I've ever seen on camera, at least in the wild west. He's a real treasure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The making of the film/documentary was just as entertaining and full of spontaneous moments like how Sam Sterling and Paul Wiffen the writers and producers met. Sam said he was at a party half-drunk and met Paul, who was just as sloshed. Sam shared his idea for a short film which he said he wanted shown at the Cannes Film Festival; and they took it from there. The director, Paul, met the makeup artist on a plane trip where he found himself next to her. They got into a conversation, realised they worked in the same industry, and swapped details. When this film came up, he asked her to join the project....and so the wonder continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could say I had a day that was spontaneous, unexpected, and filled with joy. In other words, I had a "Popo Gigi" day. I am so grateful to my friend and all the cast members of "Popo Gigi - A Tribute" for making my evening so magical. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-115261038882956365?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/115261038882956365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/115261038882956365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/tribute-to-unexpected-joy.html' title='A Tribute to Unexpected Joy'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-114742668472444668</id><published>2006-05-12T09:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-01T15:32:58.426Z</updated><title type='text'>The Mirror Image Experiment</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I see myself as a scientist and life as an experiment. Like any good scientist I perform repeated experiments before jumping to a tentative conclusion. I say "tentative" because I always keep an open mind as I'm constantly receiving new data. Following is one such experiment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABSTRACT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of this experiment is to show how life mirrors back to you your thoughts. Note I'm not referring to beliefs but thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXPERIMENTAL DETAILS OR THEORETICAL BASIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favourite films is &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0096754/"&gt;The Abyss&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"The ballistic missile submarine USS Montana sinks under mysterious circumstances. The doomed boat settles on a ledge several hundred feet deep and on the edge of an even deeper ocean abyss. US Navy SEALS are brought in to salvage the sub's missiles and an experimental civilian deep water oil-drilling rig is commandeered to help. All goes well until the SEAL leader suffers from high pressure madness and the rig is visited by the "Non-Terrestrial Intelligence" that apparently lives in the abyss. The ensuing struggle results in a race against time to prevent World War III and a reunion between the estranged couple that designed and operate the oil rig."&lt;/blockquote&gt;The first time the crew encounter the alien intelligence that live in the abyss, the aliens appear as water. However, the aliens try to communicate by mirroring back whatever the humans are doing. When someone smiles at the entity, the entity shapeshifts into an identical smile.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point the leader, Bud, has to dive deep into the abyss. He ends up running out of oxygen and knows he's going to die. While he's lying at the bottom of the ocean, an alien entity appears to rescue him. Bud discovers a world of light entities at the bottom of the ocean. The alien returns Bud to the submarine in no time, and the aliens also raise the submarine to the surface. All's well that ends well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe the aliens in the abyss represent our one true self/mind that is free of concepts, beliefs, and thoughts. It is the stillness, inner silence, that we all are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RESULTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have observed that ideas emerging from the silence/true self arise spontaneously. These ideas are then mirrored back verbatim as identical ideas, forms and experiences. Let me reiterate that what is mirrored to you is not your beliefs as that is of the counterfeit mind. Our real mind is beyond beliefs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had untold demonstrations of ideas from Silence mirrored back verbatim.  Here are a few examples that occurred recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago I had a passing thought of an old college friend I haven’t seen in two years. The next day I saw her while I was waiting for a bus. I wasn't that surprised because I don’t usually wait at that bus stop at that particular time of day. I told my friend I had thought of her the day before. I couldn’t chat for long as my bus was approaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days ago my mother had to leave the house early because she had an appointment. She asked me if I could wait for the post as she was expecting an important document which had to be signed for. While I was waiting I switched the television on. On one channel was &lt;a href="http://www.tv.com/xena-warrior-princess/show/698/summary.html"&gt;Xena: Warrior Princess&lt;/a&gt;. I used to watch this years ago. I watched the opening sequence which I think is brilliant then I continued channel hopping. On another channel was a programme called &lt;a href="http://www.tv.com/touched-by-an-angel/show/245/summary.html"&gt;Touched by an Angel&lt;/a&gt; which I've never seen before. As I liked the sound of the title I decided to see what it was about. In the next scene a young boy was asking a postman if he had anything for him as he was expecting an important package which he had to sign for. Blimey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way out later as I was walking to the bus stop, a car pulled up beside me. A man asked me if I was interested in buying a cheap laptop from him. I said no. I chuckled to myself that the laptop was probably red hot; glowing to my spiritual eye. The car turned round and sped away. Interestingly enough at the end of the street was a police car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd been having an ongoing dialogue with a friend on the Internet. Part of his response to my last post was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Still, I believe we have somewhat of a compass in our hearts. When we see true love demonstrated, something in us goes, "Yes...that's the way it should be." We can tell when someone is trying to con us - if we are pure in heart. However, if we are not pure in heart, we are wide open to being conned - because we are looking for something and would take it by dishonest means if that's what it came to."&lt;/blockquote&gt;Aha, the man in the car trying to flog me a cheap laptop was a mirror image of my friend's comment.  I certainly know a red hot laptop when I see one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the same day while I was working on a piece for my blog, I thought of using the expression: "their gazes locked." Out of curiosity I thought I'd Google it and see what comes up. The first link that caught my eye was called &lt;a href="http://www.djordanredhawk.net/only/one1.htm"&gt;Only One&lt;/a&gt;. It was an episode of &lt;a href="http://www.tv.com/xena-warrior-princess/show/698/summary.html"&gt;Xena: Warrior Princess&lt;/a&gt;. Unbelievable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on the bus I noticed a billboard advert for the mobile phone company "Orange." Their slogan reads: "The future is bright, the future is orange." A man got on at the next stop. He had the brightest orange jacket I’ve ever seen. Naturally, he found it necessary to sit next to me. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have noticed that when I think "Thank You" I end up hearing it all around me in the form of experiences where I am either thanking people, people are thanking me, or one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wonderful thing about living from the consciousness of the self is you are always in joy so ideas emerge from joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONCLUSION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would seem that our true self/mind is free of concepts and beliefs. One way our real Self expresses self is by mirror image where ideas are mirrored as identical ideas, thought-forms and experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any good scientist will also realise that you have to keep an open mind as in Self all things are possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia Joseph, Bsp Hons, CIO, MDM, MJB, phDMI,&lt;br /&gt;Department of Theophany&lt;br /&gt;University of the Cosmos, UK campus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NB: Bsp = Bachelor of spirituality; CIO = Certificate in Observation; MDM = Master of Divine Manifestation; MJB = Master in Joy and Bliss; phDMI = Diploma in Mirror Image Phenomena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARTICLES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/echo-echo.html"&gt;Echo, Echo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/echo-echo-part-2.html"&gt;Echo, Echo - Part 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/extra-extra-read-all-about-it.html"&gt;Extra, Extra, Read All About It!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/04/thought-impulses-and-detachment.html"&gt;Thought Impulses and Detachment&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/unknown-territory-causeless-cause.html"&gt;Unknown Territory, Causeless Cause&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-114742668472444668?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114742668472444668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114742668472444668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/mirror-image-experiment.html' title='The Mirror Image Experiment'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-114735243623898638</id><published>2006-05-11T12:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-11T13:22:34.950Z</updated><title type='text'>No Compromise</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;How are you today?&lt;br /&gt;So, so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you today?&lt;br /&gt;Not too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you today?&lt;br /&gt;Can't complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you today?&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you today?&lt;br /&gt;Good, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you today?&lt;br /&gt;Full of the joys of spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is all there is and God is 100% joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no compromise with God. You're either experiencing the All that God is or you're making it up as you go along. In other words, you're dreaming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're feeling "so, so" you're not experiencing God. You're dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're feeling "not too bad" you're not experiencing God. You're dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're feeling just "alright"  you're not experiencing God. You're dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're "full of the joys of spring" now and in five minutes you're feeling down, you're not experiencing God. You're dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're feeling 90% joyful you're not experiencing God. You're dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're feeling your joy increasing, you're not experience God. You're dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're either feeling the joy of God 100% or you're dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is 100% joy and bliss forever more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-114735243623898638?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114735243623898638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114735243623898638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/no-compromise.html' title='No Compromise'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-114734702497863396</id><published>2006-05-11T10:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-11T11:51:02.243Z</updated><title type='text'>The Will to Do Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;What does "God is all in all" actually mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the scriptures it is written:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"When thou passest through the waters, I will be with thee; and through the rivers, they shall not overflow thee: when thou walkest through the fire, thou shalt not be burned; neither shall the flame kindle upon thee." (&lt;a href="http://etext.lib.virginia.edu/etcbin/kjv2www?specfile=/texts/english/religion/kjv/kjv-pub.o2w&amp;act=text&amp;amp;offset=3428990&amp;textreg=0&amp;amp;query=walk"&gt;Isaiah 43: 2&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/blockquote&gt;Is God the water and fire? Is this why you will not drown or be burned?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If God is everything then you could argue that God is the bomb that kills and maims many; God is the snake whose venom could kill you; the virus that could make you sick, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe God is the will to do good that is in all. The will to do good is love. Love is our essence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, when you know that God is the love in the fire, it will not burn you because Love never hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you know that God is the love in the hurricane, it will not harm you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you know that God is the love in the snake, it will not harm you either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can now experience life without fear because you know that it is the one Love that is clothing Herself in infinite forms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, when you don't recognise that Love is present in all, you see life as "you against the world/universe." You're in a constant battle to survive. And according to your belief, so be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is the will to do good.&lt;br /&gt;God is love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-114734702497863396?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114734702497863396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114734702497863396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/will-to-do-good.html' title='The Will to Do Good'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-114726653389245031</id><published>2006-05-10T11:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-08-16T09:15:28.180Z</updated><title type='text'>Aha! I See the Light</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Isn't technology wonderful? I can download pictures from the Internet or take instant digital pictures which can be uploaded on the Net. Then comes the fun part when you can play around with the picture or photo to appear the way you want it to appear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A slight digression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patient to cosmetic surgeon: "Will you please make me look like what's her name, the supermodel?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surgeon: "Er...I'll try, but you do realise these models have photo editors who are paid to make their pictures look perfect, right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile back on planet Enocia, I'm going to do a little experiment with my photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I double click on the photo. Then I make sure the colour is on Automatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens when I reduce the Contrast and Brightness to 0%?&lt;br /&gt;There's this black frame. OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about when I increase the Contrast and Brightness to 100%?&lt;br /&gt;It appears white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about when I leave the Contrast at 50% but increase the Brightness to 100%?&lt;br /&gt;It's still white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I leave the Brightness at 50% and increase the Contrast to 100%?&lt;br /&gt;It comes out dark, like a negative version of the actual photograph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can also play around with the colour on the photograph. I can make it black and white, or any colour I fancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether the picture is visible or invisible, dark or light, it doesn't change the real image which is always perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very interesting. Hold me back someone, I think I'm having another one of my Aha moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was I? My point is image control represents life experiences and our beliefs, while the photo represents the one Self/God. While adjusting the Contrast and Brightness controls can make life interesting and create new experiences, underneath Self remains the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who exactly makes the adjustments? Self does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you realise that you are the Self, you also realise it is You giving yourself these experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, fiddling with the image controls can also make my image appear invisible. This is the key to those who are believed to have ascended from this realm. In truth, they're still here it's just they have so much more light that they are not visible to us. Yet they are still having experiences and being who they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! This is brilliant! No pun intended! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-114726653389245031?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114726653389245031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114726653389245031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/aha-i-see-light.html' title='Aha! I See the Light'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-114717228975090164</id><published>2006-05-09T10:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-09T12:31:33.026Z</updated><title type='text'>Eternal Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I am waiting for my bus. I notice this man speaking to a bus driver. He has a can of drink in one hand. After he’s finished speaking to the driver he sits next to me. I can see that he's drinking beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me," he says, "do you mind if I smoke?"&lt;br /&gt;"Not at all," I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think to myself that it's so nice of him to ask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes he says "You know, I've never done that before."&lt;br /&gt;"Done what?"&lt;br /&gt;"I've never asked anyone if they mind if I smoke."&lt;br /&gt;"Really?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah. I heard this alarm bell in my head that went 'ding' which said you should ask before lighting up."&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I really appreciate that you asked me."&lt;br /&gt;"That's alright!" he says. "I just felt I should ask just in case."&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you."&lt;br /&gt;"You're welcome," he says. "I also felt like I should be thinking about other people."&lt;br /&gt;"Good for you." &lt;br /&gt;"I wish the voice will tell me how to get some money," he chuckles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bus arrives and I get on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God bless!" he says.&lt;br /&gt;"You too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upstairs on the bus I look across at my friend still sitting at the bus station. He looks up at me. Our gazes lock. I wave goodbye. He smiles and waves back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's one moment that's going to last forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love,&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See also &lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/dont-worry-be-thankful.html"&gt;Don't Worry, Be Thankful&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-114717228975090164?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114717228975090164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114717228975090164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/eternal-moment.html' title='Eternal Moment'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-114708592617043788</id><published>2006-05-08T10:31:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-10-15T09:55:27.273Z</updated><title type='text'>Don't Worry, Be Thankful</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"O give thanks unto the LORD; call upon his name: make known his deeds among the people. Sing unto him, sing psalms unto him: talk ye of all his wondrous works. Glory ye in his holy name: let the heart of them rejoice that seek the LORD. Seek the LORD, and his strength: seek his face evermore. Remember his marvellous works that he hath done; his wonders, and the judgments of his mouth." (Psalm 105: 1-5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O give thanks unto the LORD, for he is good: for his mercy endureth for ever." (Psalm 107: 1)&lt;/blockquote&gt;If you believe that your life is God and you know God is good why worry about the future? If you believe God is all knowing, there's no need to tell him what He already knows. If you believe what you've been inspired to do is of God, then surely you can trust in God to unfold the outcome? Only when you've dreamed up something do you worry about the outcome because you haven't quite figured out how it will work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday on my bus I thought that it would be brilliant if I could catch my other bus that takes me all the way without needing to get two other buses. I saw the bus I wanted in front of us. The bus I was on stopped to change drivers. In the meantime the bus in front sped off. Oh well, maybe I could catch another bus. Whatever! It was time to play my favourite game, the gratitude game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;Inner Voice: You're welcome.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Thank you, thank you, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;Inner Voice: You're welcome, you're welcome, you're welcome.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Thank you to infinity. Now beat that!&lt;br /&gt;Inner Voice: You're welcome to infinity. Now beat that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime I noticed the bus I was on had caught up with the bus in front. Both buses were stuck at a traffic light. At the next bus stop the bus I was on pulled up right behind the bus I wanted. I made a dash for it and caught the bus. Don't ask me how the bus I wanted in front had slowed down, God knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of worrying about how things are going to pan out why not just say "thank you." This means you are so sure your prayer has been answered you're grateful for it even if it hasn't appeared in form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll also find you always have reasons to say thank you; and you'll constantly hear thank you wherever you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infinite thank yous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related article: &lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/unknown-territory-causeless-cause.html"&gt;Unknown Territory, Causeless Cause&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://simplyenocia.blogspot.com/2005/10/id-rather-be-grateful-thank-you_15.html"&gt;I Would Rather Be Grateful, Thank You&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-114708592617043788?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114708592617043788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114708592617043788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/dont-worry-be-thankful.html' title='Don&apos;t Worry, Be Thankful'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-114691257375973479</id><published>2006-05-06T10:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-06T10:49:33.760Z</updated><title type='text'>Echo, Echo - Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;After I had written the piece called &lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/echo-echo.html"&gt;Echo, Echo&lt;/a&gt; about meeting two women who told me they'd taken their kids to the &lt;a href="http://www.nhm.ac.uk/"&gt;Natural History Museum&lt;/a&gt;, I relayed the story to my mother. I said the two women reminded me of the song &lt;a href="http://www.kididdles.com/mouseum/l071.html"&gt;Little Sir Echo&lt;/a&gt;, which I had included in the story. My mother said to me "That's funny, I was singing that song earlier."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've said it before and I'll say it again - is that an echo I'm hearing? Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-114691257375973479?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114691257375973479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114691257375973479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/echo-echo-part-2.html' title='Echo, Echo - Part 2'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-114691135784239656</id><published>2006-05-06T09:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-06T10:38:48.993Z</updated><title type='text'>Unknown Territory, Causeless Cause</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I love the sci-fi series &lt;a href="http://www.startrek.com/startrek/view/index.html"&gt;StarTrek&lt;/a&gt;. In &lt;a href="http://www.startrek.com/startrek/view/series/TNG/"&gt;StarTrek The Next Generation&lt;/a&gt;, there is an android called &lt;a href="http://www.startrek.com/startrek/view/series/TNG/character/1112457.html"&gt;Data&lt;/a&gt;. Data is super-intelligent and has been programmed with tons of information. He would dearly love to be human. When the space ship encounters some strange species or anomaly the Captain usually asks Data for an explanation or analysis. There have been many times when Data has answered "Unknown."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The unknown in StarTrek TNG are events, species and experiences that do not fit into any known categories nor can they be analysed. For instance, the omnipotent entity called &lt;a href="http://www.startrek.com/startrek/view/series/TNG/character/1112478.html"&gt;Q&lt;/a&gt; is one such example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Full Name: Q&lt;br /&gt;Date of birth: (ageless)&lt;br /&gt;Place of birth: Unknown&lt;br /&gt;Parents: Unknown&lt;br /&gt;Education: Unknown&lt;br /&gt;Marital status: Unknown&lt;br /&gt;Children: one son, Q2&lt;/blockquote&gt;Another entity that is considered an unknown is called the &lt;a href="http://www.startrek.com/startrek/view/library/character/bio/1115809.html"&gt;Traveler&lt;/a&gt;. He once sent the ship a billion light years from their own galaxy by thought alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For crying out loud this is science fiction; anything is possible in sci-fi! How is this relevant to real life? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is very relevant. Like Data, we have all been conditioned to use logic in all matters. There has to be a reason for things to appear. We need experiences to fit into neat categories. What doesn't conform to our beliefs are either disregarded or dismissed as mystical, fantasy etc. By dismissing what we cannot categorise or understand we are putting ourselves in the box along with our neat categories. To step out of the box we have to open ourselves to the unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you can know something is possible but how it is possible is unknown. What is unknown is another way of saying it is causeless i.e. no emotional, mental or physical cause, it just pops out of nowhere. Of course the mind that likes to fit things into categories has difficulty with something being causeless. Everything has a cause. To keep the enquiring mind happy let's say that what is unknown has a causeless cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in God. For me God is the great unknown. God has always been and always is. Put another way, God has a causeless cause. As I believe God is all there is, this means that the universe is also the great unknown; it has a causeless cause. Therefore, as I am of the universe/God I also have a causeless cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a causeless cause being that I am, it is natural for me to experience the unknown. Now when I have a knowing of something happening I don't try to figure out how it's going to unfold because I know reality has no material, emotional or physical cause. Reality is causeless. I am open to things popping up in any which way without needing to have a logical explanation about the why. If things happen in the human way, terrific. If it pops out of thin air, terrific.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is causeless.&lt;br /&gt;God has a causeless cause.&lt;br /&gt;God is the unknown.&lt;br /&gt;God is all there is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related article: &lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/ever-new-joy.html"&gt;Ever New Joy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-114691135784239656?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114691135784239656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114691135784239656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/unknown-territory-causeless-cause.html' title='Unknown Territory, Causeless Cause'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-114682951360185810</id><published>2006-05-05T11:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-05T16:34:18.936Z</updated><title type='text'>Ever New Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Ever-new Joy is God. He is inexhaustible; as you continue your meditations during the years, He will beguile you with an infinite ingenuity. Devotees like yourself who have found the way to God never dream of exchanging Him for any other happiness; He is seductive beyond thought of competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How quickly we weary of earthly pleasures! Desire for material things is endless; man is never satisfied completely, and pursues one goal after another. The 'something else' he seeks is the Lord, who alone can grant lasting joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Outward longings drive us from the Eden within; they offer false pleasures which only impersonate soul-happiness. The lost paradise is quickly regained through divine meditation. As God is unanticipatory Ever-Newness, we never tire of Him. Can we be surfeited with bliss, delightfully varied throughout eternity?" &lt;a href="http://www.thenazareneway.com/Autobiography_of_a_Yogi/Chapter%2014.htm"&gt;Autobiography of a Yogi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;People complain about life being humdrum. You want to experience something new you have to be open to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a student I studied the media as a cultural form. As part of my research for my dissertation on talk shows, I went to see several of them being made. In one show in which I participated, the recorded version was completely different from the aired version. I realised the programme had been edited to fit in with the producer/editor's agenda. Even when I attended a live show, I could still see that the presenter was interviewing people in line with the show's agenda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everything is planned where is the spontaneity? Planning and control suggests fear of the unknown. What is the known? The known is habits, memories, beliefs, and same old rituals. While you're holding fast to the known, you are resisting the new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is spontaneous. Every moment is totally brand new. While it seems as if I'm walking down the same old street, riding on the same old buses, writing about the same old topic and recalling the same old memory, every moment is brand new. Thus, every time I see something or remember an experience it is always from a brand new perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for a walk in Hampstead Heath the other day. I was very aware that every step I was taking was a brand new step that had no relation to the previous step. So after walking for about an hour, I felt as fresh as a daisy which wasn't surprising as I had only taken the one step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The paradox of life is though every moment is new, the one Life from which the ever-new moment emerges is unchanging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can be added to or taken away from God who is Joy, Life, Love and Perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love always,&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related articles: &lt;a href="http://theoneinall.blogspot.com/2005/07/just-say-now.html"&gt;Just Say Now&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://vector8.blogspot.com/2005/01/fun-spiritual-practice.html"&gt;A Fun Spiritual Practice&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-114682951360185810?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114682951360185810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114682951360185810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/ever-new-joy.html' title='Ever New Joy'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-114682721341995321</id><published>2006-05-05T10:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-05T11:13:15.980Z</updated><title type='text'>Echo, Echo</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Little Sir Echo, how do you do?&lt;br /&gt;Hello! (Hello!) Hello! (Hello!)&lt;br /&gt;Little Sir Echo will answer you,&lt;br /&gt;Hello! (Hello!) Hello! (Hello!)&lt;br /&gt;Hello! (Hello!) Hello! (Hello!) &lt;a href="http://www.kididdles.com/mouseum/l071.html"&gt;Little Sir Echo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Yesterday on the bus I saw a friend with her two young kids. She said they'd just been in the park as it was a lovely warm day and the kids wanted to be out. She said her kids always want to do something and it costs money. She took the kids to the &lt;a href="http://www.nhm.ac.uk/"&gt;The Natural History Museum&lt;/a&gt; recently and she had to pay for the kids to see something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to this morning. I notice a woman I haven't seen in ages on the bus. I call out to her. I ask her if she enjoyed the sunshine yesterday. She says it was the worst day of her life. Why?  Because she accompanied her son and his school friends on a tour to &lt;a href="http://www.nhm.ac.uk/"&gt;The Natural History Museum&lt;/a&gt;. It was too hot in the train, the museum was too stuffy, and they did way too much walking for her liking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, is that an echo I'm hearing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incidentally, the website address to the lyrics above has the word "mouseum" which is "museum" minus the letter "o".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is like an echo. &lt;br /&gt;Life is like an echo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, is anybody there?&lt;br /&gt;Hello, is anybody there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a lovely day!&lt;br /&gt;Have a lovely day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-114682721341995321?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114682721341995321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114682721341995321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/echo-echo.html' title='Echo, Echo'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-114682395001270655</id><published>2006-05-05T09:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-05T14:16:53.460Z</updated><title type='text'>No Other Law but God</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Thou shalt have no other gods before me." (Exodus 20: 3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Set your affection on things above, not on things on the earth. For ye are dead, and your life is hid with Christ in God. When Christ, who is our life, shall appear, then shall ye also appear with him in glory." (Colossians 3: 2-4)&lt;/blockquote&gt;When I ask someone to do something it's because I trust in his ability to do it. But if I keep reminding him how to do it I am demonstrating that I do not have faith in his ability. I shouldn't be too surprised when the job doesn't get done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a previous &lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/dear-god-what-is-your-will-for-me.html"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt;, I talked about how people see life as compartments. They create little segments such as relationships, work, social, leisure...and spiritual. Those who have a belief in God or a Higher Self think God is responsible for the spiritual side and they are in charge of the rest. Naturally, the Universe being your ally will manifest a reality that matches your beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I see it, there is only one life and that life is God or Infinite Love. This means I don't have my own life to live, nor does my mother or others have their own lives to live. We are all living the one life that is God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realising God is life is one thing but being consistent with this realisation is another. Let's take a practical example. Two days ago when I went home my mother said the washing machine had stopped working. She said an engineer was coming round at some point to fix it. "Just as well I renewed the insurance," she said. Fair enough, it's what my mother believes and it's "her" washing machine. The problem with having an insurance is you're demonstrating that you expect the machine to break down. You've made the insurance company your god. The universe being your ally will manifest your beliefs perfectly. Does this mean one shouldn't have insurance? Well, it depends if you have complete faith that your life is God. When you do then you also realise that you are under no other law but God. When you know that God is the washing machine then you trust it is always working perfectly, and there is no need to take out an insurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was walking to the bus stop this morning a passerby handed me a Jehovah's Witness booklet called "Watchtower." I accepted it and thanked her. I had a feeling there was something in it that was going to be relevant to what I had been thinking about. The theme was about how to look after the elderly using principles from the Bible. One headline reads "God Cares for the Elderly." That is a contradiction in terms. God doesn't care for the elderly because God does not recognise the concept "elderly." Elderly is a human construct based on the belief that you have your own life resulting in aging, sickness and death. Where there is God, there is only God, not the elderly or OAPs (old age pensioners), as they are called in the UK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In another article the caption reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"In 1990, at the age of 68, I became completely paralyzed. Yet, for about 15 years now, I have joyfully been serving as a full-time minister on the island of Cyprus. What has given me the strength to remain active in Jehovah's service despite my infirmities?"&lt;/blockquote&gt;Without needing to read the whole article, the above tells me that the writer sees himself as separate from God. He is playing his part and drawing strength from God. Hello! If you realised God was your life you wouldn't need to want to draw strength but to be whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many people who are trying to do God's work. God doesn't need your help to do anything. God's work is already done. All I need to do is realise that my life is God and trust in life to express as me. The greatest service anyone can give to God is to live with a constant awareness that there is nothing but God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no other law but God.&lt;br /&gt;God is all there is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related article: &lt;a href="http://theoneinall.blogspot.com/2005/10/love-is-my-only-insurance.html"&gt;Love is My Only Insurance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-114682395001270655?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114682395001270655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114682395001270655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/no-other-law-but-god.html' title='No Other Law but God'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-114674032434628295</id><published>2006-05-04T10:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-04T16:43:52.326Z</updated><title type='text'>Why Do I Have a Body?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I'm getting ready to go out. It feels warm already. I'm thinking of wearing a particular top. I can't wear that top without a bra! That's the problem with warm weather, I have to think about bras.  In winter I can wear a top and a jumper without needing to wear a bra. In warmer weather if I wear a top without a bra, I'll have guys staring at my nipples. We don't want that now, do we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems to me, everything we do is based on satisfying some bodily need. Why do people go to work?  Do they seek fulfilment in a career or profession? Far from it. You need to earn a living so you can have money to buy food to sustain your body; to buy clothes so you can cover your body up and not shock your neighbours; to buy or rent a property so that you can protect your body. Even if you manifest your desires effortlessly without needing to earn it, you're still doing so because of your body's needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would seem that our bodies keep us in bondage.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if we didn't need to eat? Well, you wouldn't be bothered about buying food, would you? If you didn't feel sensations such as hot or cold, you wouldn't be bothered about living outdoors nor would you want to protect your body from the elements. If you didn't need to wear clothes, you wouldn't be bothered about buying clothes. If you didn't need to buy food, clothes or have a house you wouldn't worry about earning a living. You would focus only on what you love doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found that as I focus more on being the Love that I am, I am sustained by joy. Instead of feeling hungry, I am joy full. When I do eat I don't consider it to be food but another way of being joy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I need a body if there is only Love? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I put my bra on I have another thought. I have been given this body to play with. I'm playing at being a woman, at least what that means in this reality, and wearing a bra is part of the fun, just like it's fun to wear makeup. My body is a flower showing off its beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way to the bus stop I bump into a friend who lives in the neighbourhood. She compliments me on my lipstick shade and says I look good. I tell her she looks gorgeous as usual. She is excited about her place at university which she starts in September. We chat for a few minutes, then we set off in opposite directions to express joy in our own unique way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is all there is. What appears as my body is an instrument of love to express love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-114674032434628295?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114674032434628295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114674032434628295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/why-do-i-have-body.html' title='Why Do I Have a Body?'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-114665109999302120</id><published>2006-05-03T09:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-03T11:12:32.750Z</updated><title type='text'>Dear God, What is Your Will for Me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Dear God, I beseech thee, what is thy will for my life? What do you want me to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you asking God? Do you ask God what His will is for you when you're stuffing your face with your favourite food? Do you ask God what His will is for you when you're doing something you love? Do you ask God what His will is for you when you're having a nice cuddle with a friend? Do you ask God what His will is for you when you're having a nice soak in the bath?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're going to ask God what His will is for you, why not be consistent? Why not ask God what His will for you is in every single area of your life?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is people see life in a compartmentalised way. They have created segments in their lives such as Social, Work, Leisure, Personal Development, Creativity, Health, Relationships, Finance, Home, Travel and Spiritual. You believe you are perfectly capable of taking care of all other areas of your life. Naturally, you don't need God's direction over what you're in charge of. God, your guides, your Higher Self, or whatever you believe in is in charge of your spiritual side only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So God answers your prayer and leaves you to take care of your life. After you've made a pig's ear of the areas you believe you're responsible for, you turn to God in desperation. Hey, I've done it. It's hilarious! Just as well God, the God I believe in, is always there ready and willing to pick you up from the mess you've "co-created" with Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is then you realise that life is not lived in segments. There is only one life and life is God. There is only one will and it is God. God's will for me is the one will for all areas of my life, and indeed all life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is God's will for me? God wants me to be in joy, be happy, and in peace forever more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace, Love and Happiness,&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-114665109999302120?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114665109999302120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114665109999302120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/dear-god-what-is-your-will-for-me.html' title='Dear God, What is Your Will for Me?'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-114664819214598553</id><published>2006-05-03T09:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-03T09:23:12.163Z</updated><title type='text'>Extra, Extra, Read All About It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday I noticed someone's tabloid newspaper had a saucy headline about some girl pop-group having a romp on a bed. I thought to myself that I bet they've only taken pictures of them lying on a bed. Later in the afternoon I got on a bus. Someone had discarded the same newspaper on the seat available. I flicked through the newspaper. Just as I had thought, there was a picture of the pop group lying on a bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week ago I mentioned to my mother that an actor in a comedy she likes watching used to be in another comedy series in the 70s. In the same newspaper I picked up yesterday, there was an article about the same actor. The article said he used to be in the 70s comedy I had in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I finished reading the newspaper I left it on the seat in case someone else was just as curious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extra, extra, read all about it! Love is all there is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-114664819214598553?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114664819214598553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114664819214598553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/extra-extra-read-all-about-it.html' title='Extra, Extra, Read All About It!'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-114656941728894607</id><published>2006-05-02T11:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-02T11:30:17.290Z</updated><title type='text'>Oh, Joy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Joy to the earth, the Savior reigns!&lt;br /&gt;Let men their songs employ;&lt;br /&gt;While fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains&lt;br /&gt;Repeat the sounding joy,&lt;br /&gt;Repeat the sounding joy,&lt;br /&gt;Repeat, repeat, the sounding joy. &lt;a href="http://www.cyberhymnal.org/htm/j/o/joyworld.htm"&gt;Joy to the World&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;This morning during my bus journey I thought about how joy is ever present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I see, feel, hear, smell, and taste only joy." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the bus drove by the local town hall, for the first time I saw something I haven't seen before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside the town hall is a fountain which I've noticed many times, but the fountain seemed to be oozing with joy. It's like the fountain was so happy being herself and having so much fun spouting out water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt the joy from the flowers looking bright and cheery and expressing their beauty for the fun of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy oh boy, there is so much joy in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-114656941728894607?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114656941728894607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114656941728894607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/oh-joy.html' title='Oh, Joy!'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-114656685367567290</id><published>2006-05-02T09:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-02T11:16:53.266Z</updated><title type='text'>Stop Looking for a Cause!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Mind, nor intellect, nor ego, feeling;&lt;br /&gt;Sky nor earth nor metals am I.&lt;br /&gt;I am He, I am He, Blessed Spirit, I am He!&lt;br /&gt;No birth, no death, no caste have I;&lt;br /&gt;Father, mother, have I none.&lt;br /&gt;I am He, I am He, Blessed Spirit, I am He!&lt;br /&gt;Beyond the flights of fancy, formless am I,&lt;br /&gt;Permeating the limbs of all life;&lt;br /&gt;Bondage I do not fear; I am free, ever free,&lt;br /&gt;I am He, I am He, Blessed Spirit, I am He!" &lt;a href="http://www.thenazareneway.com/Autobiography_of_a_Yogi/Chapter%2024.htm"&gt;Autobiography of a Yogi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That which is born of the flesh is flesh; and that which is born of the Spirit is spirit." (John 3: 6)&lt;/blockquote&gt;The world would have you believe everything has a cause. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cause of your problems could be because of the beliefs you have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could be your environment, all that pollution is bound to make any one sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about all those negative emotions you have? You need to release those emotions then you can be the real you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there has to be a material, emotional or mental cause whether you're happy or sad, experiencing pain or pleasure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if there wasn't any real cause for anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's stupid!   How can there not be a cause for anything? I can't be in pain for no reason at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if you're busy looking for a cause you're bound to dream up many reasons why you're in pain. I remember when I had pain in my knee. Because I believed there had to be a cause, I went looking for one. Unfortunately, I ended up being overwhelmed by possible causes. I saw over ten different therapists including an osteopath, physiotherapist, chiropractor, orthopaedic experts, energy healers, acupuncturist, and a homeopath. Each of them found a cause why I was in pain and for majority of them, I had to fork out to discover these causes and get treatment. Yet my knee wasn't healed and I felt stuck. My search for a cause led me to train in &lt;a href="http://www.wisechoices.com/default.asp"&gt;Reiki&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://www.ppdlearning.co.uk/"&gt;NLP&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.pranichealing.com/"&gt;Pranic Healing&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.heartofthesun.com/"&gt;Shamanism&lt;/a&gt;. One day out of desperation, I prayed. In my mind's eye I saw a vision of myself running, but I didn't think it was possible as I had problems walking let alone running. Soon I ran for a bus and for the first time in years my knee didn't give way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even after that healing experience I still didn't get it. I still believed there had to be a cause for everything. Find the cause and you'll erase the problem. I studied teachings in metaphysics as taught by &lt;a href="http://www.christianscience.org/SAH/SAH_toc.html"&gt;Mary Baker Eddy&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.joelgoldsmith.com/"&gt;Joel Goldsmith&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.websyte.com/Unity/fillmore.htm"&gt;Charles Fillmore&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.seasidechurch.org/Religious_Science/Ernest_Holmes/body_ernest_holmes.html"&gt;Ernest Holmes&lt;/a&gt; and other teachers. Still perfect health eluded me. I then started looking within for the answers; I have shared many examples of healings in writing.  I finally realised that it was my search for a cause that was trapping me in a reality of cause/effect. The quickest way to be released is to realise that the world is causeless meaning it has no material, emotional or mental cause.  There is only love which has no beginning or ending; love has always existed and will always exist.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the universe is love and I am of the universe, this means I am also causeless i.e., without beginning or ending. Though it seems as if I was born into a particular family, in truth, I have always been and always will be.  I am the eternal spirit without birth or death. I therefore do not have a material, emotional or mental cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the tricky part. What if your body appears to have a scar. This would suggest that there is a material cause, right? At some point you fell and hurt yourself which left you with a scar. The scar is evidence of your belief in a cause. What if you were to deny the material cause, does this mean it would wipe out the scar?  The only way to find out is to test it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know with all your heart that you are Spirit. Spirit was never born. Spirit cannot be injured. Spirit cannot suffer pain. Spirit only knows what is of Spirit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what the appearances, I refuse to see any experience as having a material, emotional or mental cause. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see and know only the causeless Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related article: &lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/04/love-has-no-cause.html"&gt;Love Has No Cause&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-114656685367567290?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114656685367567290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114656685367567290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/stop-looking-for-cause.html' title='Stop Looking for a Cause!'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-114630642833789378</id><published>2006-04-29T10:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-29T12:36:23.023Z</updated><title type='text'>The Causeless Realm and Why I Love Mary Poppins</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Ohh! Why do you always complicate things that are really quite simple?" &lt;a href="http://www.imsdb.com/scripts/Mary-Poppins.html"&gt;Mary Poppins&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;For a long while I've been straddling two paradigms or models of reality: cause and causeless. I know that Reality is causeless but I've been leaning more into the cause because of habit. In order to experience the causeless as my dominant reality I have to focus on that reality. Focusing on the causeless does not mean a new reality/realm is going to be revealed; in fact, the causeless realm already exists now. Nor does it mean that the cause reality will be erased.  The cause reality will still be experienced by those who are focused on that paradigm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I mean by cause and causeless paradigms? Right here and now we already have infinite love, peace, joy, wisdom, energy, goodness and abundance yet it doesn't seem that way. When you focus on a paradigm of cause you believe all things have a First Cause. Only when you are at one with the First Cause do you have access to limitless love, peace, wisdom etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As to the causeless paradigm? Have you ever observed leaves moving on trees? Everywhere you look you see flowers and leaves blowing about but you can't tell exactly where the wind is coming from. It seems to be here, there, everywhere and nowhere. The causeless realm is like that. It is present and yet it is hidden away. The causeless realm pervades all things and yet it doesn't seem to be in anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite film of all time is &lt;a href="http://www.reelclassics.com/Musicals/MaryPoppins/marypoppins.htm"&gt;Mary Poppins&lt;/a&gt; which I believe is a perfect demonstration of the causeless realm. Mary Poppins is like the wind; you're not really sure where she's from. In the film she arrives when the wind changes, and she leaves when the wind changes. In the world of Mary Poppins things are never as they appear. When Mary Poppins accepts employment as nanny to the Banks children she appears to be carrying an empty carpetbag, yet she takes out a hat stand, a mirror and a tape measure. Michael Banks says to her "There-- but there was nothing in it [bag]." Mary Poppins replies: "Never judge things by their appearance. Even carpetbags. I'm sure I never do." This is why I adore Mary Poppins because she lives in a world of the unseemly, the unfathomable, the unexpected, magic. The world of the unseen comes to life whenever she's around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incidentally, two days ago on my walk home through our neighbourhood I heard some kids singing: "Supercalifragilistic- expialidocious..." I stopped and told them the song was from the film, &lt;a href="http://www.imsdb.com/scripts/Mary-Poppins.html"&gt;Mary Poppins&lt;/a&gt;. They stopped singing and stared at me. As I was walking away I heard them giggling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday while I was waiting for a bus, I noticed these two young women. They were speaking using jargons I couldn't understand. Then one of them burst into a song "Chim chiminy, chim chiminy chim chim cheroo." Wow! That's another song from &lt;a href="http://www.imsdb.com/scripts/Mary-Poppins.html"&gt;Mary Poppins&lt;/a&gt;. On the bus I sat near this woman who was reading a newspaper. She turned a page and I noticed the news headline read: Wooden Leg. There is a joke in &lt;a href="http://www.imsdb.com/scripts/Mary-Poppins.html"&gt;Mary Poppins&lt;/a&gt; about a wooden leg as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Bert:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of names, I know a man with a wooden leg named Smith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Albert:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the name of his other leg? Wasn't that funny? What's the name of his other--&lt;/blockquote&gt;Mary Poppins believes life is simple but we complicate things. In the same regard we complicate things by believing that we have to do such and such to experience peace, love, joy etc. The simplest way to enjoy joy is to know that it already exists and call it forth. Believe me, you're immediately flooded with joy. Don't ask me how this works, I just know it does. I've experienced it many times. There is a kind of peace that I experience that feels like I'm wrapped up in a blanket of peace. This peace is so tangible it's like everything in the room is emanating peace. How do I experience that peace? I just call it forth and experience it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine living in a reality where you can just call things forth because you know they are already there. Why try to understand truth to have peace when you can just call it forth. It's not complicated at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We already live in a causeless realm right now. It seems hidden from us because we are not conscious of it. All we need to do is realise it is present and call what we need to come forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love,&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related article: &lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/04/love-has-no-cause.html"&gt;Love Has No Cause&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://vector8.blogspot.com/2005/01/there-is-no-cause_110545050028848661.html"&gt;There is No Cause&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-114630642833789378?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114630642833789378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114630642833789378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/04/causeless-realm-and-why-i-love-mary.html' title='The Causeless Realm and Why I Love Mary Poppins'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-114622308611365233</id><published>2006-04-28T10:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-02T09:19:38.973Z</updated><title type='text'>Love Has No Cause</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Padmasambhava describes the luminosity:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This self-originated Rigpa, which from the very beginning was never born,&lt;br /&gt;Is the child of Rigpa, which is itself without any parents – how amazing!&lt;br /&gt;The self-originated wisdom has not been created by anyone – how amazing!&lt;br /&gt;It has never experienced birth and has nothing in it that could cause it to die – how amazing!&lt;br /&gt;Although it is evidently visible, yet there is no one there who sees it – how amazing!&lt;br /&gt;Although it has wandered through samsara, no harm has come to it – how amazing!&lt;br /&gt;Although it has seen buddhahood itself, no good has come to it – how amazing!&lt;br /&gt;Although it exists in everyone everywhere, it has gone unrecognised – how amazing!&lt;br /&gt;And yet you go on hoping to attain some other fruit than this elsewhere – how amazing!&lt;br /&gt;Even though it is the thing that is most essentially yours, you seek for it elsewhere – how amazing!" &lt;a href="http://www.spcare.org/resources/books/tbld.html"&gt;The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Just for fun, a dialogue between me and my Inner Voice (IV).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IV: Which came first: the chicken or the egg?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EJ: You could argue that the chicken was created first and got to lay the egg later. Or the egg was created first which hatched into a chick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IV: Yeah, yeah, but who created the chicken and the egg?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EJ: God the creator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IV: Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EJ: Who else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IV: Who created God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EJ: God was never created. God has always been and will always be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IV: The topic in hand is "Love has no cause"; what do you mean by this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EJ: God is Love. God is causeless meaning that He was never created, therefore, Love is also causeless. This means that there doesn't have to be a reason for you to feel love or be love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IV: Hmmm! So if Love has no cause, does this apply to the chicken and the egg?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EJ: What do you mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IV: I mean, let's say for argument's sake the chicken and the egg are of God. If you're saying God was never created, then this must mean that the chicken and egg have always existed just like God always is, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EJ: Exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IV: Does this concept of the ever-existing apply to all forms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EJ: Yes. All ideas exist right now even though we may not necessarily discern them with our senses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IV: How so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EJ: Ideas are like music. Music appears from nowhere into the consciousness of the musician who composes the music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IV: Yes that makes sense. So what you're saying is forms emerge from what appears to be nothingness and do their dance as forms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EJ: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IV: Back to the notion of love having no cause, does this mean I can be happy for no reason at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EJ: That's right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IV: If I can be happy for no reason at all, then surely I can feel joy for no reason at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EJ: That's right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IV: If I can feel joy for no reason at all, then surely I can be in bliss for no reason at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EJ: Right again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IV: If I can be in bliss for no reason at all, then I don't need anyone or thing to make me feel loved or appreciated, I can feel bliss for no reason at all, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EJ: That's right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IV: This is wonderful. I can be happy for no reason at all because it is my nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EJ: That's right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IV: So what is the source of bliss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EJ: There is no source of bliss? Bliss is, love is, wisdom, is, joy is, life is, God is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IV: Wow! Wanting to be in bliss is pure vanity, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EJ: Bliss is whether you seek it or not. You want to feel love just feel love. You will find you will simply have this feeling well up within you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IV: Does this mean I am without a cause?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EJ: Yes, you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IV: But I seem to have been born into a particular family and have an origin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EJ: That's impossible! There is only God and God was never born, so how could you have been born?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IV: That doesn't make sense. How can I be born and yet you're saying I was never born?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EJ: Life as a human is like listening to a song on a CD player. First there is silence, then the song comes on for as long as it lasts, then it dissolves into silence. The silence is your real essence. You were never born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IV: What happened to the silence while I'm listening to the music?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EJ: It is still present, it's just that you're so focused on the music you are not aware of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IV: So, the silence is the consistent tone in the music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EJ: Wonderful analogy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IV: That makes so much sense. Does death exist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EJ: Death is meaningless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IV: How so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EJ: Remember that silence is the consistent tone in the music. The tone is who you are. So there is no death because you have no beginning or ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IV: So what happens when the music ends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EJ: The music doesn't end it just dissolves into the silence; or you become aware of the silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IV: So life as a human is like listening to music while my real self is the consistent silence from which the music appears to have emerged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EJ: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IV: What if I wanted to listen to the silence all the time, is this possible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EJ: Of course. Simply know who you are. This is when you realise that you are eternal, unborn and undying. Live with the awareness that you are spirit here and now, and all is spirit right here and now; and that there is no cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IV: Does this mean I can be immortal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EJ: You cannot be immortal for immortality suggests not being subject to death. As there is no death, immortality is meaningless. Just be who you are now, the ever-existing self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IV: This has been an interesting dialogue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EJ: Indeed it has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IV: Thank you for listening to the music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EJ: Thank you for being the constant tone in the music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-114622308611365233?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114622308611365233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114622308611365233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/04/love-has-no-cause.html' title='Love Has No Cause'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-114614142518604667</id><published>2006-04-27T12:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-27T12:46:47.440Z</updated><title type='text'>One Self, Many Players</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;On my way to the local shops I saw a lady who lives in our neighbourhood.  I used to see her and her two kids at the bus stop on their way to school but then I stopped taking that particular bus. I haven't seen her in a long while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend said she and her kids have been wondering where I was.  They presumed I had moved away. It was good to see her and catch up with what she's been up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, I saw this guy I usually see from time to time when I walk to the bus stop. I thought about him the day before and wondered how he was. As I saw him walking towards me I asked him how he was and he said he was fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a bus journey yesterday I had a thought about changing to another bus route. As I had never travelled on that route before I wondered how long it would take me to get into town. I saw the bus I wanted at the bus stop but the doors were closed and the driver was about to drive off. A man and a woman stopped the bus, which gave me time to catch it. I heard them asking the driver how long the bus would take to get into town and he said 40 minutes. See, my question was answered in a roundabout way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is only one Self having life, one Self playing the many roles. Self asks a question and Self shape-shifts reality in response to the question. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty cool, I say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related article: &lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/03/shapeshifting.html"&gt;Shapeshifting&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-114614142518604667?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114614142518604667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114614142518604667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/04/one-self-many-players.html' title='One Self, Many Players'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-114613686657676230</id><published>2006-04-27T10:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-27T13:19:14.413Z</updated><title type='text'>Persistence of God's Presence</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"If you would become conscious of my presence, look squarely in my face; stretch your mind and heart and take a long, thorough, independent look. I will be everywhere staring boldly back at you. If you look at the sky you will know that I am blue, if you look at the night you will know that I am black, if you look at a leaf you will know that I am green. If you look at the midday sun I will dazzle you with my brightness. If you look into the eyes of your husband or wife, you will see me twinkle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you look at the ground on which you stand, you will know that it is holy. Every particle of dirt under your feet is a manifestation of my consciousness expressing in matter, and in the microcosmic structure of this dirt exists the unchallenged pattern of my universal perfection. If you could behold these particles of dirt with extended vision, you would see that they are vibrant with my eternal Light."&lt;a href="http://www.homestead.com/pamelaparnell/files/Doorofeverything.htm"&gt;The Door to Everything by Ruby Nelson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I have written &lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/04/nothing-to-be-or-do.html"&gt;elsewhere&lt;/a&gt; that there is nothing for me to be or do as God has got everything covered. But we must bear in mind that it is the persistent belief in the universe as material that makes people experience lack, disease and suffering. To reverse the belief in materiality is to persistently live with the awareness that God is all there is, which enables one to experience the world as spiritual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I mean by "to experience the world as spiritual"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean that you don't have to "pass on" to live in a "spiritual plane." In fact, if you still have the belief in the world as material when you've "passed on", you will still have that belief.  The Universe is not material and has never been material, it is spirit. We are living in spirit right here and now. We are spirit right here and now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you understand God is all there is, you realise that God is unconditioned, meaning God is appearing in limitless ways right here and now. When you persist that no matter what the appearances, God is all there is and God is Love, you will find that what used to harm you in a material sense will not harm you when perceived as spirit. I have had grit in my eye which felt very painful. When I remembered God is all there is, it behaved like spirit grit and stopped stinging. Thus, material grit hurts but spirit grit never hurts. Put another way, spirit grit is the love and light of God and love does not hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you realise God is all there is, you see the universe as a place where God is communing with self. A week ago I went on a long walk at &lt;a href="http://www.royalparks.gov.uk/parks/richmond_park/history.cfm"&gt;Richmond Park&lt;/a&gt;, which is huge compared to local parks. After I had been walking for a while I felt like sitting by a lake. I wondered where the nearest one was. From a distance I could see a dog running towards me. He jumped at me, wanting to be stroked. The dog was sopping wet. "Aha, so it's your way of telling me there is a lake or pond close by. Thank you doggie." I did find a lake close by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have all held the believe in materiality for far too long. We have to persistently live with the awareness that there is nothing but God and let God do the rest. Then your actions are God's actions; and your thoughts are God's thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Persistence means being permanently in joy and in bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is all there is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related article: &lt;a href="http://theoneinall.blogspot.com/2005/09/its-either-love-or-bullshit.html"&gt;It's Either Love or Bullshit!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-114613686657676230?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114613686657676230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114613686657676230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/04/persistence-of-gods-presence.html' title='Persistence of God&apos;s Presence'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-114604206901210729</id><published>2006-04-26T08:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-05T14:05:31.107Z</updated><title type='text'>Playing to Draw</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;In the sub-plot of last night's episode of StarTrek The Next Generation called &lt;a href="http://www.startrek.com/startrek/view/series/TNG/episode/68400.html"&gt;Peak Performance&lt;/a&gt;, the doctor challenges the arrogant Kolrami to a game of strategema with the ship's android, &lt;a href="http://www.startrek.com/startrek/view/series/TNG/character/1112457.html"&gt;Data&lt;/a&gt;. The doctor thinks Data will beat him but Data loses the game. The result throws Data into a state of no-confidence. Data decides to do a self-diagnostic to ascertain why he lost the game. After the doctor and the counsellor have failed to persuade Data to return to work, it is now up to Captain Picard to convince Data. Picard tells Data that he needs him back on duty. He also reminds Data that it is possible to do everything right and still lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the episode, Data plays Kolrami in another game of strategema. After the game has been going for a long time Kolrami gives up, accusing Data of making a fool out of him. Data is asked how he won. Data says he didn't win he simply changed his strategy. While Kolrami was playing to win, Data was playing to draw. The game could have gone like this forever. Data's colleagues convince him that he did win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a world of competition, most people play to win. Imagine a world where everyone plays to draw. Will that ever catch on, I wonder?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incidentally, today's funny quote of the day is as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"It is necessary for me to establish a winner image. Therefore, I have to beat somebody." &lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/authors/r/richard_m_nixon.html"&gt;Richard M. Nixon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;How can anyone win or lose when we are all one? I believe the game of life is about playing to draw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's a winner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-114604206901210729?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114604206901210729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114604206901210729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/04/playing-to-draw.html' title='Playing to Draw'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-114596668795040682</id><published>2006-04-25T11:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-25T12:14:56.926Z</updated><title type='text'>Bury Your Head in the Sand</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Someone who refuses to acknowledge a problem is considered to be "burying his/her head in the sand."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, wise guy, what happens when I focus on a problem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I focus on a problem I attract more of the same.&lt;br /&gt;When I focus on finding a solution, I attract a 1001 ways of dealing with it and end up confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I focus on neither problem nor solution, when I have no thought, I am in the emptiness of being which dissolves the "problem" into nothing, and reveals the reality of the situation. In other words, I am burying my head in the sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine what the world would be like if we all practised the art of burying our heads in the sand! We would stop focusing on world problems; we would stop dreaming up new theories about world problems; we would stop trying to solve world problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would surrender to the Infinite Intelligence and trust in Him to unfold reality as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course not many people are going to agree with my way. That's the joy of freewill; we are all free to bury our heads in the sand, or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right then, I'm off to the nearest beach I can find.&lt;br /&gt;Fellow burrowers are most welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related articles: &lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/04/nothing-to-be-or-do.html"&gt;Nothing to Be or Do&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/04/way-of-no-way.html"&gt;The Way of No Way&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-114596668795040682?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114596668795040682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114596668795040682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/04/bury-your-head-in-sand.html' title='Bury Your Head in the Sand'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-114596075373133078</id><published>2006-04-25T09:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-25T10:30:56.280Z</updated><title type='text'>Nothing to Be or Do</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday morning I decided to rename an earlier post to &lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/04/acceptance.html"&gt;Acceptance&lt;/a&gt;. When it came to republishing it, it seem to take ages and nothing was happening. At first, I thought it was the computer.  I changed computers and wrote another piece called &lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/04/house-makeover.html"&gt;House Makeover&lt;/a&gt;, which I tried to publish to no avail. Maybe, it's a network problem in the library. I decided to try the local internet shop. I still couldn't publish my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next I tried Blogger Help. On the Blogger Help Group I discovered other bloggers were having the same problem publishing. It was obviously a problem with the blog provider. I also realised that focusing on the problem was magnifying it. I posted an announcement I had read by the providers about problems with the database and I thanked Blogger for the wonderful service they provide. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about what I’d written in a piece called &lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/04/stop-trying-so-hard.html"&gt;Stop Trying So Hard!&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Relax.&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing for you to be or do;&lt;br /&gt;God has got everything covered.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Exactly! God has got everything covered. How that is manifested is none of my concern.  It was time to disconnect from the Blogger reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I published the &lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/04/house-makeover.html"&gt;House Makeover&lt;/a&gt;: article on my other blog at &lt;a href="http://www.powertoshare.com/dropzone/articles/vector8/"&gt;Power to Share&lt;/a&gt;. I also chatted on line to some friends on another website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother had asked me to pick up some grocery at the supermarket. After I had finished shopping, I logged on again to check if Blogger was up and running. It was, and my blogs had finally been published.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To recap, whenever there appears to be a "problem" first of all, I accept the situation as it is. I release it to Infinite Intelligence/God and give no thought to the matter. If there is something I need to do I know I will be inspired to do so. And most importantly, I do not fret; I trust that all is well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing for me to be or do, God has got everything covered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love,&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-114596075373133078?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114596075373133078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114596075373133078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/04/nothing-to-be-or-do.html' title='Nothing to Be or Do'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-114588005323255165</id><published>2006-04-24T11:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-24T15:47:54.376Z</updated><title type='text'>House Makeover</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"What? know ye not that your body is the temple of the Holy Ghost which is in you, which ye have of God, and ye are not your own?" (1 Corinthians 6: 19)&lt;/blockquote&gt;The way the interior of a house has been decorated reflects the owner's personality. Even if the person has hired an interior designer or an architect, the professional is expressing his client's personal taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When there are several people with different tastes living in the same house, there has to be a compromise otherwise conflict arises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually, a houseguest honours the owner's taste and does not try and change it. I would imagine the only time a guest can try to redecorate to a small extent is when he or she is a guest of a hotel. Otherwise, if you want to change something you're going to wait till you have your own house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe God is all there is and God is perfection. My body is what I consider to be my individual consciousness comprising of spirit, mind, and what appears as the physical body. So if God inhabits this "body" and it is his temple, I expect my body/consciousness to be like God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let's apply the principle of how one's house has been decorated reflects one's personality. In &lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/04/stop-trying-so-hard.html"&gt;Stop Trying So Hard&lt;/a&gt;, I wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Relax.&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing for you to be or do;&lt;br /&gt;God has got everything covered.&lt;/blockquote&gt;This means God who inhabits the body designs it according to who He is.  Thus, one who knows his body is the temple of God doesn't have to do anything but just sit back and enjoy the ride.  Just as someone who is into order cannot tolerate disorder in her house,  God who is perfect can only express perfection. So when Perfection is one's consciousness, the one with the consciousness expresses perfection effortlessly. By perfection, I don't mean the human idea of perfection as in perfect grammar, or house being neat and tidy, I mean perfection in the spiritual sense when one is expressing that which is beautiful, true, loving, eternal and good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as you open more and more to God you find your whole world changes. What you considered to be important from the personality perspective is no longer important. You are always in peace or joy no matter what. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As your mind changes and expresses the peace of God, your physical body is also transformed. What is not of God is dissolved. Beliefs of disease, aging and death are dissolved into nothingness. You manifest bodily perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God also transforms all your human affairs. How they are manifested depend on how God is unfolding in each body/consciousness. If you have a home in the human sense, your home is an extension of God's temple and it is a place of peace and love. If you don't have a home you still extend the love of God wherever you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People start to sense something different about you. They may sense a peaceful aura around you. They don't understand why they're drawn to you but they just like being around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of inviting a television producer round your house for a house makeover, why not offer your consciousness to God for a full makeover? God expresses what is of Self and dissolves what is not of Self into nothingness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body is a temple of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-114588005323255165?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114588005323255165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114588005323255165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/04/house-makeover.html' title='House Makeover'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-114571444638281823</id><published>2006-04-22T13:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-24T18:36:17.896Z</updated><title type='text'>Acceptance</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"You may choose to judge things as right or wrong, and as superior or inferior. But, the Universe accepts all matters as they are for what they are." &lt;a href="http://www.cygnus-books.co.uk/mind_body_spirit_books/angel-messages-nakamori.htm"&gt;Angel Messages by Juan Nakamori&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;The Internet is an exact replica of the Universe; it accepts all opinions, beliefs and ideas without judgment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine if we all lived in this manner and accepted everything without judgment. That is real freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as you give freedom, so are you granted freedom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Internet for being such a wonderful reminder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love,&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related article: &lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/04/way-of-no-way.html"&gt;The Way of No Way&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-114571444638281823?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114571444638281823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114571444638281823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/04/acceptance.html' title='Acceptance'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-114570229279016610</id><published>2006-04-22T10:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-22T10:45:42.480Z</updated><title type='text'>The Way of No Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Get your facts first, then you can distort them as you please. &lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/authors/m/mark_twain.html"&gt;Mark Twain&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Those who have awakened to the Way, who have attained the mind of Peace and joy, who can see all karmic conditions and who share their enlightenment with others, reflect the world like a mirror, leaving no trace of themselves." &lt;a href="http://www.beliefnet.com/story/129/story_12953_1.html"&gt;The Lost Sutras of Jesus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;It's good to focus. However, focus distorts reality. This is the paradox of the human experience. Focus too much on the human experience and you lose sight of who you are as Infinite Self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, while I was at college my campus was located near a park, or so I thought. I was so focused on college life I had  reduced the park to a tiny area and magnified the campus as the whole park. It was only when I left college and started exploring the park that I realised how small the campus was in comparison to the whole park. My  focus had distorted reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I avoid distorting reality? How can I see things as they are? By focusing on nothing. This means following no particular teaching or doctrine, have no truth, be no thing. In other words, commit to the way of No Way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the way of No Way I am open to the infinite ways of being while remaining detached at the same time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk the path of No Path.&lt;br /&gt;I practise the way of No Way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-114570229279016610?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114570229279016610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114570229279016610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/04/way-of-no-way.html' title='The Way of No Way'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-114562880890333800</id><published>2006-04-21T13:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-21T14:21:26.890Z</updated><title type='text'>Neighbours</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Neighbours, everybody needs good neighbours,&lt;br /&gt;Just a friendly wave each morning, helps to make a better day.&lt;br /&gt;Neighbours, need to get to know each other, next day is only a footstep away. (&lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/drama/neighbours/index.shtml"&gt;Neighbours&lt;/a&gt; theme tune)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Last night on my bus journey home, I got chatting to this woman who lives not far from where I used to live; she was even familiar with my current neighbourhood. While we chatted she offered me some sweets. They were yummy. She said she loves sweets and chocolates but she can't eat too much of them as she puts on weight. She's tried various diets. She lost some weight when she ate mostly vegetables and less food but she's put the weight back on. I shared my strategy for eating chocolates: eat them and then forget you've had them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What doesn't help matters for my friend is her next door neighbours are constantly  offering her food. She said recently her Somalian neighbour, celebrating come religious festival, knocked on her door. Her neighbour said that as part of their tradition they have to offer others food. My friend said she wasn't too keen on the soup she was offered, which looked green, and she didn't like the taste either. She chucked it in the bin and told her neighbour she'd enjoyed it.  No point offending your neighbour. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the Somalian neighbour moved into that house, the previous owners were  Chinese who were always giving her food. One day she started seeing cockroaches in her house. She asked her neighbours whether they'd seen any.  They said they were besieged by the buggers. It turned out the cockroaches had come from her neighbours house. My friend said she got the exterminators in to sort the cockroaches and stopped eating food from her neighbours; any food she was offered went straight into the bin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there are her West Indian neighbours on the other side who are always cooking delicious meals and sending her some. Their food is too delicious to put in the bin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's interesting how my friend wants to lose weight yet she keeps getting more food thrown her way.  Is it possible my friend is sending out signals of Food rather than wanting to lose weight? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an entertaining bus journey anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Neighbours, every body needs good neighbours,&lt;br /&gt;With a little understanding, you can find the perfect plan.&lt;br /&gt;Neighbours, should be there for one another,&lt;br /&gt;That's when good neighbours become good friends.  (&lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/drama/neighbours/index.shtml"&gt;Neighbours&lt;/a&gt; theme tune)&lt;/blockquote&gt;With love,&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-114562880890333800?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114562880890333800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114562880890333800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/04/neighbours.html' title='Neighbours'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-114562616515111828</id><published>2006-04-21T12:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-21T13:37:30.140Z</updated><title type='text'>Excerpts from the Lost Sutras of Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I came across this interesting book the other day called &lt;a href="http://www.beliefnet.com/story/129/story_12953_1.html"&gt;The Lost Sutras of Jesus&lt;/a&gt;. What I liked about it that it was very accessible no matter whether you are religious or not. Here are some excerpts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The Four Laws of the Dharma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. No desire.&lt;br /&gt;"Your heart seeks one thing after another creating a multitude of problems. You must not allow them to flare up. Desires are like the roots of plants. Since they are buried deep below the earth you can't see them and don't know they are damaged until the buds of the plant begin to wither and die. Desire in the human heart can't be recognized from the outside either. Desire can sap wholesome energy from the four limbs and the body's openings, turning it into unwholesome activity. This cuts us off from the roots of Peace and Joy. That is why you must practice the law of no desire."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. No action.&lt;br /&gt;"Doing things for mundane reasons is not part of your true being. You have to cast aside vain endeavours and avoid shallow experiences. Otherwise you are deceiving yourself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. No virtue.&lt;br /&gt;"Don't try to find pleasure by making a name for yourself through good deeds. Practice instead universal loving kindness that is directed toward everyone. Never seek praise for what you do. Consider the earth. It produces and nurtures a multitude of creatures each receiving what it needs. Words cannot express the benefits the earth provides. Like the earth, you are at one with Peace and Joy when you practice the laws and save living creatures. But do it without acclaim. This is the law of no virtue."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. No truth.&lt;br /&gt;"Don't be concerned with facts, forget about right and wrong, sinking or rising, winning or losing. Be like a mirror. It reflects one and all; blue, yellow and all other colors; long, short, any size. It reflects everything as it is, without judging. Those who have awakened to the Way, who have attained the mind of Peace and joy, who can see all karmic conditions and who share their enlightenment with others, reflect the world like a mirror, leaving no trace of themselves." (pp 81-83)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I see the Dharma, my vision is not blocked by forms. I hear the Dharma, my ears are not overwhelmed by sounds. I smell the Dharma, my nose is not filled with scents. I taste the Dharma, my tongue is not deceived by flavors. I move with the Dharma, my body is not hindered by physical forms. I know the Dharma, my mind is not cluttered with things. Once you embody these six Dharmas, you will understand the Teaching." (p. 88)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Key among the lessons for us to learn from this Tao of Jesus are its Four Essential Laws: no desire, no action, no virtue, and no truth. These teachings are difficult for the modern westerner, who is full of craving and has often adopted a philosophy that doesn't provide a sense of belonging to the world community. For pleasure and meaning in today's society, we look to entertainment and science, two inadequate sources that only increase our craving. We are taught to be literal and constantly active. The Taoist ideal on the other hand is effortless action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Four Laws in the Jesus Sutras begin with no desire. This doesn't mean that you should once and for all purify yourself of all desire. That would be inhuman. But there is a kind of craving that can take away your freedom and tranquillity, a compulsive sense of need - for things, food, people, money, sex and even experience. Strong desire can serve the spiritual life, but even the slightest degree of compulsion throws you off balance. Maybe you don't see the precious and beautiful life in front of you, and especially the simple and important things like children, family life, neighbors, nature and craft. Not having these things that enrich you at a deep level, you go after things that glitter without satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Second is the law of no action. Obviously, this doesn't mean becoming a vegetable. It means noticing the activities that keep you occupied but don't really make life worth living. Today everyone complains they're too busy, and yet the important things are not being done. We have many people in need of help. We need good story telling, whether on television or in print. We need beautiful objects that are not mass-produced. We need supportive and safe cities and towns and food that doesn't poison us or cause disease. There is much for us to do, not for financial profit and personal enhancement, but to make life beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The spiritual enlightenment in the Sutras stream forth in their treatment of the third law, no virtue. Within the spiritual life there is an impulse towards sharing your excitement at finding insight and an effective way of life. But this natural desire to spread the word easily becomes excessive. In the extreme, believers force others to follow their way. In more modest form, the urge becomes an annoying attempt to convert those to your opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Jesus Sutras answer this by combining beliefs from Christianity, Taoism and Buddhism in a balance and dynamic fashion. The result is a different form of piety, a devotion in which you focus on the wisdom and insight that has come to you. You may develop daily practices that keep your understanding in mind. This will lead in turn to serving not only the community that shares your vision but the greater community as well. All this is a form of piety that will do more to convince others of the value of vision than any effort to convert and persuade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The fourth law, no truth, can be a difficult one to accept. Think of it as the difference between fact and insight. We live in a culture that believes in provable facts. Anything else is personal, suspiciously subjective. Even in spiritual matters, you may think you possess the truth. But actually insight, with all its subjectivity, is more important that the illusion that you have all the answers. The word "truth" conveys the idea that you alone are aware of the ultimate reality. It is a highly dogmatic word, usually split off from the soul qualities that would temper it and make it less belligerent. The Jesus Sutras soften the notion of truth and give it a needed depth. In a society full of competitive claims about who is right, this slight change in attitude can inspire our religions and transform the way we lead our lives." (pp. 126-129)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-114562616515111828?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114562616515111828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114562616515111828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/04/excerpts-from-lost-sutras-of-jesus.html' title='Excerpts from the Lost Sutras of Jesus'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-114553541883062758</id><published>2006-04-20T12:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-20T13:08:47.210Z</updated><title type='text'>Great News!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A few days ago the Inner Voice told me I was going to have something to celebrate. On the same day I read a friend's post on a website. I responded by congratulating my friend on what I considered to be good news. The next day my brother shared some good news, which I congratulated him about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Voice also told me I was going to have some good news. Today I received an email from a friend sharing his good news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the one hand, it would seem as if I, personally, have not had something to celebrate. On the other hand, I have because oneness is about realising that there is only One Self; there is only one "I." Therefore, whenever someone has wonderful news it is actually shared by all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see when people have good news to share or something to celebrate, they are usually feeling joy. They are not adding to the joy that is already present, as joy is infinite, they are simply being conscious of their nature as infinite joy. One's consciousness of joy has a rippling effect in the whole of the I Am that we all are, and we all experience joy. In other words, we are all being conscious of our nature as joy, we are all being joy. Joy is then made manifest in a way that is appropriate for each individual.  For example, joy could manifest as receiving a fun email from a friend, manifesting as an expected gift from someone, feeling joyful for no reason, ad infinitum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would seem I'm only privy to good news involving people I am aware of in form. Can you imagine if I was aware of all the good involved in billions of lives, it would probably be too much for me to take. Suffice it to say, one person's good is the good of all. What blesses one blesses all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is our birthright to be in love, feel joy and be blissful. And when one is in joy, all is in joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy, Love and Bliss forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-114553541883062758?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114553541883062758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114553541883062758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/04/great-news.html' title='Great News!'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-114544930727036390</id><published>2006-04-19T12:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-19T12:24:13.486Z</updated><title type='text'>Be Formless</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Empty your mind, be formless. Shapeless, like water. If you put water into a cup, it becomes the cup. You put water into a bottle and it becomes the bottle. You put it in a teapot it becomes the teapot. Now, water can flow or it can crash. Be water my friend." Bruce Lee&lt;/blockquote&gt;The world seems solid but it is only solid because we think it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, I hit my elbow hard and heard a cracking noise. I instantly silenced my thoughts. Where there was nothing to think about, there was no thought of pain to experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm being silence the world is formless; and in the realm of the formless, the laws of cause/effect as we know it ceases to have any meaning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be still; be formless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-114544930727036390?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114544930727036390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114544930727036390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/04/be-formless.html' title='Be Formless'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-114544035771277983</id><published>2006-04-19T09:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-25T09:37:27.573Z</updated><title type='text'>Thought Impulses and Detachment</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I love stroking the back of my neck and my arms because it feels nice. When I can't be bothered to do it physically and there's no one to do it for me, I imagine my hand stroking my neck and my arms. I still end up having the same sensations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can have sensations by thought alone, I dread to think how many times I have done something because of one thought or another.  For example, have you ever noticed how people are constantly looking at their watches. Even though I stopped wearing one years ago, from time to time I find myself looking at public clocks; I'm obviously picking up on thought impulses; clocks are sending out signals to check the time, and there are people constantly asking what the time is which makes people check their watches...and so the thought-form ticks on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts drive our actions. You pick up on a thought about something and you have an impulse to do the very thing. You think the idea is coming from you when you're being thought into action. Sometimes thoughts sound like commands telling you to do something. You are convinced you're hearing the Voice of God/Spirit and you're off on a mission. Yeah right! How do you expect to hear the voice of Spirit when you can't be still for one moment to silence your thoughts? I would say that if you hear thoughts in your head, don't go rushing about following the "voice," be still for a moment and listen for the real voice, which can only be heard in the silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last few days I've been observing the world in silence, seeing the world as an art gallery and human life as still life, albeit moving, paintings. I observe the multicoloured hues, tones and textures without judgment. On another level it's quite entertaining. One day I had an impulse to visit a particular bookshop. I read a passage from &lt;a href="http://www.spcare.org/resources/books/tbld.html"&gt;The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying&lt;/a&gt; by Sogyal Rinpoche, which reflected my mood at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Dilgo Khyentse Rinpoche says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Once you have the View, although the delusory perceptions of samsara may arise in your mind, you will be like the sky; when a rainbow appears in front of it, it's not particularly flattered, and when the clouds appear, it's not particularly disappointed either, there is a deep sense of contentment. You chuckle from inside as you see the façade of samsara and nirvana; the View will keep you constantly amused, with a little inner smile bubbling away all the time." &lt;/blockquote&gt;As Dudjom Rinpoche says: "Having purified the great delusion, the heart's darkness, the radiant light of the unobscured sun continuously rises." (&lt;a href="http://www.spcare.org/resources/books/tbld.html"&gt;The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying&lt;/a&gt; by Sogyal Rinpoche, p. 170)&lt;/blockquote&gt;As I sat there reading, an old friend turned up and sat beside me. We met years ago at another bookshop and I see him occasionally.  He's always fun to talk to. The last time I saw him he entertained me with his on-off-on relationship with his current girlfriend. He asked me what I was reading. I showed him the book. My friend smiled. He said he wasn't about to criticise my choice. While we chatted he said he wanted to show me something. He took out a book from his bag, opened a page, and suggested I read a poem. It was &lt;a href="http://www.swarthmore.edu/~apreset1/docs/if.html"&gt;If&lt;/a&gt; by Rudyard Kipling. I said I loved the poem. I pointed out to my friend how similar what I'd read in "The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying" was to the poem, "If."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Once you have the View, although the delusory perceptions of samsara may arise in your mind, you will be like the sky; when a rainbow appears in front of it, it's not particularly flattered, and when the clouds appear, it's not particularly disappointed either, there is a deep sense of contentment."&lt;/blockquote&gt;Kipling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster&lt;br /&gt;And treat those two impostors just the same;"&lt;/blockquote&gt;During our conversation, the issue of supply came up. I told my friend how I believed God or the Universe meets our needs perfectly and we only need to trust. I shared an &lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/04/great-expectations.html"&gt;experience&lt;/a&gt; I had recently about how my photograph was taken. My friend said I was an idealist. He said the kind of experience I had described didn't happen in the real world. He pulled out a copy of the Bible and opened it to a passage. He said he lived by the following principle:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Not that I complain of want; for I have learned, in whatever state I am, to be content. I know how to be abased, and I know how to abound; in any and all circumstances I've learned the secret of facing plenty and hunger, abundance and want. I can do all things in him who strengthens me." (Philippians 4: 11-13)&lt;/blockquote&gt;Again, I pointed out to my friend how similar the ideas in the Bible passage were to the Rudyard Kipling poem and the Tibetan Buddhism book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, we are constantly being tossed about by our inner states. If you hold thoughts of love and joy, you attract experiences of the same. My state of mind of detachment had attracted similar ideas in the form of a friend who shared with me two more examples of detachment. Similarly, if you hold thoughts of pain and suffering you attract much of the same. The irony is when you're in pain, the last thing you want to think about is joy; but if you persist on holding the same thought you end up experiencing much of the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is another way to ensure you're not under the influence of thoughts: by treating all experiences, painful or pleasurable, with detachment. How? By being silence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As silence, I am in the world as an observer.&lt;br /&gt;As silence, I am able to dissolve thought impulses.&lt;br /&gt;As silence, I am bliss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Silence,&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Related article: &lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/03/who-is-thinking-whom.html"&gt;Who is Thinking Whom?&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-114544035771277983?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114544035771277983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114544035771277983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/04/thought-impulses-and-detachment.html' title='Thought Impulses and Detachment'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-114510254329005899</id><published>2006-04-15T11:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-15T12:22:21.013Z</updated><title type='text'>All is One</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A friend in the library asked me what I was going to do for the rest of the day. I had just finished writing the piece, &lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/04/friendships.html"&gt;Friendships&lt;/a&gt;. Without thinking, I heard myself say I was going to a clinic in London where they do alternative therapy. The clinic has a bookshop that specialises on spiritual, esoteric and alternative medicine. I haven't been in that part of London for months. Well, if that's where Spirit wants me to go, then so be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the bookshop I was drawn to a book called "Love is a Fire" by Llewellyn Vaughan-Lee about the mystical path of Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened the page to the following quote which mirrored what I'd written earlier in &lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/04/friendships.html"&gt;Friendships&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"The mystical path is a gradual process of preparation so that the wayfarer can become acclimatized to different levels of reality and still function in the every day world. Over the years meditation prepares us for a dimension of onenesss in which the ego does not exist, in which we are not. And we are able to come out of these states and return to the ego and continue our daily life. We learn to be a part of oneness and yet also a separate human being. We are opened to the beyond and yet able to remain here, with our feet on the ground in a world we know to be an illusion. (p. 185)&lt;/blockquote&gt;Indeed. All is one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-114510254329005899?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114510254329005899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114510254329005899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/04/all-is-one.html' title='All is One'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-114492114877083167</id><published>2006-04-13T09:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-13T10:56:51.913Z</updated><title type='text'>Friendships</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Three years ago I went on a two month retreat. It was intended for me to connect with the real me. I spent time meditating and contemplating truth and writing loads. At the time I experienced an inner sound which made me think I was going crazy until it was replaced by a profound silence. I was then inspired to go out and share my life experiences with others. I soon found outlets on the Internet to share my stories. Eventually I set up various blogs and the rest, as they say, is history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the two month retreat, I stayed with a friend for a few months. After that I still felt I still needed to be in retreat so I could learn to integrate the silence into my every day experiences. I even considered going to a Buddhist temple or somewhere similar. God had another plan.  I didn't need to go on a retreat - I was to live in the world but no longer be of the world. In a funny way it would seem I've been on a three year retreat.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life has completely changed. I still look the same and have the same sense of humour, but I am not the same because my world view has radically altered. So many things I had believed to be true are no longer the case. In other words, I have had a paradigm shift. I feel like I'm in a realm where people are communicating in a totally different way from the way I communicate. While I can understand them, they can't understand me. So I end up being an observer. I can move about in this world and interact with the people to a certain extent but I can't communicate where I'm coming from because it sounds as if I'm speaking nonsense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This leads to friendships.  On one level everyone is my friend, I simply haven't met everyone.  Of the few people I've met I've formed different types of friendships depending on the individual. There are people I meet on my travels and see around who I consider to be my friends. We talk about stuff on a superficial level. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have met friends of similar world views on the Internet. We communicate on a deeper level based on our shared values.  There are other Internet friends that I play with and that's perfect. There is no pressure about meeting up or keeping in contact on the human level.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there are a few old friends I haven't seen in years who I still consider to be my friends. I find I can no longer have the kind of relationship I had with them in the past because my outlook is so different. I no longer feel the need to have telephone conversations with them or anyone because I am can't talk about where I'm coming from. I'm not saying my friends will not understand but I would feel guarded about speaking to them, which is not how I view an open and honest relationship. For example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: What have you been up to?&lt;br /&gt;Enocia: I've been going about God's business.&lt;br /&gt;Friend: What do you mean?&lt;br /&gt;Enocia: Well..er.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best way to show where I'm coming from is to share some of my experiences on my blog which gives interested parties an idea of where I am coming from. If they feel they can connect that's great. If not, that's also OK; at least they know where I stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my beloved friends who might be wondering what happened to the Enocia they used to know and love, on one level I'm still the same. On another level, as I'm exploring living as my real self where I completely trust in God, I no longer share the world's values so I'm not the same. I have needed this retreat to orientate myself to this way of being. If I've not got in contact it's probably because I'm not ready.  Rest assured, I'll be back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always remember that though we may appear to be apart, separation is actually an illusion. We are always one in Spirit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my love,&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: I find this &lt;a href="http://www.phoenixascended.org/aoi/shaumbrasymptoms.html"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; very interesting. It's a very rough guide to what I've been experiencing.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-114492114877083167?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114492114877083167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114492114877083167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/04/friendships.html' title='Friendships'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-114483641852678450</id><published>2006-04-12T10:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-12T10:51:37.246Z</updated><title type='text'>The Whirlpool of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6704/2197/1600/I_AM_ALL[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6704/2197/200/I_AM_ALL%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"The spiritual path for me is a constant process of remembering that life is Spirit; that there is only one Self appearing and the Self is Spirit. This means kicking the old habit of self-forgetting. In other words, thinking like a mortal. For instance, I don't rush to a chemist if I feel a twinge; I apply what I know of my nature that I am Spirit. It doesn't matter what my body is doing, I keep going because I know that the Intelligence that quickens my body is the one Self that is Spirit. In other words, if you want to experience life in India, you have to live in India." &lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/02/self-remembering.html"&gt;Self-Remembering&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Love is the only power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found old habits and beliefs resurface from time to time to be transmuted into Love. All I have to do is let it happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, in the last 24 hours I appear to have been straddling two realities: one of pain and the other of total bliss. Two nights ago I started getting stomach pain. As I was in bed at the time I focused on my true self that is Love. I felt myself being enveloped in profound peace and stayed in bliss for hours. Then I fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up yesterday morning, the stomach pain was still there, but there was a power within me that got me out of bed and was moving me. I sent emails as usual, communicated with friends online, and went about my affairs. At the same time was this nagging pain. On my bus journey I went into myself and focused on the Love that I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I felt this energy appearing to come from within me, spinning like a whirlpool. As I focused on it I felt the pain dissolving into the whirlpool and it was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found that the Love has been sustaining me. In the last two days I've only had a bowl of cereal and some chocolate. I also find recently I've only needed one meal a day late at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is all there is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related articles: &lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/04/old-habits-are-dying-hard-thank-god.html"&gt;Old Habits are Dying Hard, Thank God!&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/02/power-within.html"&gt;The Power Within&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-114483641852678450?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114483641852678450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114483641852678450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/04/whirlpool-of-love.html' title='The Whirlpool of Love'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-114467691973674299</id><published>2006-04-10T12:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-10T18:41:47.966Z</updated><title type='text'>Great Expectations</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Infinity &lt;/em&gt; chooses," he said. "The art of the &lt;em&gt;warrior-traveler &lt;/em&gt; is to have the ability to move with the slightest insinuation, the art of acquiescing to every command of &lt;em&gt;infinity&lt;/em&gt;. For this, a &lt;em&gt;warrior-traveler &lt;/em&gt; needs prowess, strength, and above everything else, sobriety. All those three put together give, as a result, elegance." (The Active Side of Infinity, Carlos Castaneda)&lt;/blockquote&gt;A friend I met on &lt;a href="http://www.newciv.org"&gt;New Civilization Network&lt;/a&gt; wanted us to meet up as we both live in London. I agreed to meet up in a bookshop at a certain time. My friend didn't know what I look like as I haven't got a photo on my journals so I described what I looked like. I said he would find my head buried in a book as I love reading. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived about 45 minutes early. I figure I would have a browse and wait for my friend. Just as I sat down to have a read I spotted a man rifling through the CDs next to me. I recognised my friend from his photograph. He'd also just arrived. He took me to a local pub so we could have a chat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend was very easy to be with. He's very open, interesting and a lot of fun. We also shared experiences about how all life is interconnected. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said I wasn't what he expected.  He said I was lovely and looked more like a model. I asked him what he expected me to look like.  He expected a bookworm with thick glasses, literally with my head buried in a book. He also said that because I come across like someone who watches lots of television, I would be a media type, whatever that is. I teased him that maybe he expected me to have a long robe on and looking very holy. Hahaha. My friend suggested I should put a photo on my journals to give people an idea of what I look like. I showed him an old picture I have on my travel card. He said I should scan it and add it on my blog. I said I'd think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for people's expectations of me, I'm just being myself. Yes, I have beliefs that I live by, but I also love playing my role as a girl. For instance, yesterday I watched &lt;a href="http://tyrashow.warnerbros.com/show.htm?frompage=sitemap"&gt;The Tyra Banks Show&lt;/a&gt; hosted by the supermodel, Tyra Banks. She shared a beauty tip about applying mascara. If you find you've blotched your mascara, let it dry and then it will flake off. I found that tip very useful as I sometimes wear mascara. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the meeting with my friend. He asked me if I had had any expectations about him. I said no. Actually this is not strictly true, I always have an expectation and it is an expectation about Love. I believe Love is all there is so I wasn't meeting an Internet friend, I was expecting to experience Love in manifestation, though I do not put conditions about how Love should unfold. I just go with the flow. Later, while I was walking my friend to the local tube (underground) station, he said he felt love for everyone around him. I wasn't surprised; Love is all there is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my friend had left I headed back to the bookshop. I had picked up a joke book which I wanted to read. There were jokes like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Patient: Doctor, doctor, I feel like a vampire.&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: Necks, please.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also picked up one of Doreen Virtue's book to have a browse. An hour or so later a young couple sat beside me. Then I heard clicking sounds. The young man had a camera and was taking pictures of his friend. The camera looked like a proper, photographer's camera. I marvelled at how clever God was to have arranged a photographer to sit next to me. Wouldn't be fun if I had my picture taken?  I asked the man if it was a digital camera. He said yes. Was he a photographer? He said his girlfriend was. I told her my friend and I had been talking about me not having a photo on my blog. Could she take my photograph?  I would then write about how Love manifests all needs perfectly. The lady agreed. She took a few pictures and said she'll email them to me at some point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new friends were such fun to be with. He is from Germany and she's from France.  She teaches French and he's a student. He said he was looking for a new place to rent and asked me if I knew of any. I directed him to a certain paper that lists accommodation all over London. He said he was also looking to rent a studio as he's an artist and musician. I suggested where he could look and to check his local library. My friend's website is called &lt;a href="http://pgousset.club.fr/index.htm"&gt;Through the Looking Glass&lt;/a&gt;. I love it, a woman after my own heart. I write about my experiences in Wonderland and she loves Alice in Wonderland. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it wonderful how Love meets all our needs perfectly? There's no need to worry about how things are going to work out. Nor is there any point telling Love what's what as Love is all knowing. All I have to do is trust in Love and everyone is blessed. I got my photo taken, I had the information the young man needed, plus, I ended up making wonderful new friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have great expectations that Love is all there is. I am open to the wonderful and amazing ways Love is expressing self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love,&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-114467691973674299?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114467691973674299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114467691973674299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/04/great-expectations.html' title='Great Expectations'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-114467240222295860</id><published>2006-04-10T10:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-10T12:36:17.973Z</updated><title type='text'>Freak Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;People take life so seriously and life becomes a drag. If only we'd realise that Love is all around us and Love wants us to have fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just yesterday while I was on the bus I thought of music I love dancing to, fun music. &lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-inner-dj.html"&gt;My Inner DJ&lt;/a&gt; reminded me of the song, &lt;a href="http://www.expage.com/ladyfunk2"&gt;We Got the Funk&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;We got a funk that you can dance to,&lt;br /&gt;We don't mind if you choose not to,&lt;br /&gt;All we ask is that you get down,&lt;br /&gt;We'll feel better having you around.&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna PARTY! &lt;/blockquote&gt;I love that song. I could just see myself freaking out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next song that came to mind was &lt;a href="http://top-lyrics.elizov.com/?song=Chic_-_Le_Freak"&gt;Le Freak&lt;/a&gt; by Chic which I also love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Have you heard about the new dance craze&lt;br /&gt;Listen to us, I'm sure you'll be amazed&lt;br /&gt;Big fun to be had by everyone&lt;br /&gt;It's up to you, it surely can be done&lt;br /&gt;Young and old are doing it, I'm told&lt;br /&gt;Just one try, and you too will be sold&lt;br /&gt;It's called Le Freak, they're doing it night and day&lt;br /&gt;Allow us, we'll show you the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, freak out&lt;br /&gt;Le freak, c'est chic&lt;br /&gt;Freak out&lt;/blockquote&gt; That's what I'm talking about, real fun songs. I hummed it for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got off the bus I felt like having a pee. I considered waiting till I got home but something told me to go to the local shopping centre and use their facilities. The moment I walked through the automatic doors I was greeted by the song, &lt;a href="http://top-lyrics.elizov.com/?song=Chic_-_Le_Freak"&gt;Le Freak&lt;/a&gt;. Wow!  I was so excited to hear my Inner DJ's song in manifestation. I shared my excitement with a guy behind me, who had travelled on the same bus, but he seemed bemused. I listened to the music till the end, thank God for entertaining me, and headed off to the ladies' toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of life as I see it is to freak out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is all there is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-114467240222295860?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114467240222295860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114467240222295860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/04/freak-out.html' title='Freak Out'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-114449603291126853</id><published>2006-04-08T11:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-11T11:57:03.566Z</updated><title type='text'>God Gets All the Credit</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and cometh down from the Father of lights, with whom is no variableness, neither shadow of turning." (James 1: 17)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thine, O LORD, is the greatness, and the power, and the glory, and the victory, and the majesty: for all that is in the heaven and in the earth is thine; thine is the kingdom, O LORD, and thou art exalted as head above all." (1 Chronicles 29: 11) &lt;/blockquote&gt;People make up rules why they can't give. Someone believes he can't give away money because he has earned it. If you want what he has you're going to have to earn it the hard way like everybody else. Or he hasn't got enough for himself let alone give some away. How can I love someone when I don't even love myself? I believe when people think that way they're leaving God out of the equation. They believe they are the source of good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine asking God for something and God saying, "No, I gave you something yesterday so you're going to have to make do with what you have. Don't come back till next month."  The God I believe in doesn't operate that way. God cannot deny anyone any good thing because God's supply of good is inexhaustible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there are many who believe in God. They may even believe in a God of limitless good and love yet they have a belief in "God and" instead of "God is."  When you believe in "God and" you see yourself as separate from God. There is the human you versus God the divine. Or you may have a belief in a saviour who is divine and yourself as human. On the other hand, when you know that "God is" you know that there is only God. Everything appearing as humans, plants, animals, etc is God in manifestation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter if you believe God is your source, if you see yourself as separate from God you're going to end up experiencing a reality of being separate from God. This experience is not real; it is a dream of your own making. You're dreaming your life is your own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You try to sort out life's problems in your own way. This is not surprising; it is your life after all. You've created your problems so it's up to you to resolve them in your own way. You dream up beliefs and theories to sort out the problems you've dreamed up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people even dream up new teachings to sort out life's problems. You attract students, as teachers invariably do, and together you create a reality that your way is the only way.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you are dreaming your life is your own, you believe ideas and resources are yours. You do all you can to protect what you believe is yours. Even if you share "your" ideas you give only on the basis of receiving. You always get all the credit for whatever ideas you're dreaming up, naturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day by day you end up using up the limited life energy you are dreaming you have, and day by day you're getting weaker until one day you run out of energy and dream yourself dead. You promptly have another dream of being separated from God and history repeats itself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I believe that only God exists. I have therefore NEVER received anything from my family, relations, friends, people, teachers, or the world. I have NEVER been inspired by spiritual teachers, ascended masters, saints, spirit entities or angels. All the good I have ever received have come from God.  While many things and ideas I receive appear to come from people in the world, life experiences, and from books, I know that all good things come from God because only God exists. And God is unlimited Good. This is why I always thank God for anything I need before I look to the human realm.  And when I thank someone for something I know I am thanking God for it is God who is appearing as the human form and supplying the need, even if the individual doesn't share my belief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the same respect, I have never given anyone anything. I have never written any articles. I cannot make anyone happy or give anyone joy. I cannot love anyone. It is God that gives love in its limitless forms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God for being all there is. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See &lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/04/stop-trying-so-hard.html"&gt;Stop Trying So Hard!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-114449603291126853?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114449603291126853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114449603291126853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/04/god-gets-all-credit.html' title='God Gets All the Credit'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-114441843941341212</id><published>2006-04-07T13:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-07T15:06:39.933Z</updated><title type='text'>Wakey-Wakey!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I had an interesting dream last night - I dreamt I was &lt;a href="http://www.bartleby.com/76/1.html"&gt;Sleeping Beauty&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the fairy tale of the same name a king and queen gave birth to their long awaited daughter. They asked 7 fairies to become the princess' godmothers. One ugly fairy who hadn't been asked turned up to the princess' christening. She was very upset she wasn't invited to the ceremony. The king apologised and invited her to dinner though it was too late to let her have a nice dish cover as the other fairies. Soon, it was time for the fairies to offer their gifts to the princess by predicting what attributes the princess would have such as beauty, wit, and grace. When it came to the ugly fairy's turn, out of spite for not being invited, she said the princess would one day pierce her hand with a spindle and die. Fortunately for the princess, there was another good fairy who was yet to give her gift. Although she couldn't undo the ugly fairy's spell she said the princess was still going to pierce her hand with a spindle but would not die. Instead, the princess would fall asleep for many years and then be woken up by a prince.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite her parents taking precautions by destroying all spindles in the kingdom, the princess ended up piercing her hand with a spindle and fell asleep. The good fairy who had foretold this future arrived at the palace. She knew that the princess will find it upsetting to wake up one day and find everyone she knew had gone so she decided to put everyone in the palace to sleep, including her parents. Many years later, just as the fairy had foretold, a handsome prince turned up. He kissed the princess' hand and she woke up. They fell in love and got married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my dream I saw myself asleep as Sleeping Beauty. I could also see my prince fighting his way through the forests to get to the palace where I was asleep. Then my prince arrived, kissed my cheek, and I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe when you wake up to reality, you realise God/Love is all there is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you my prince for waking me up from my deep slumber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-114441843941341212?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114441843941341212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114441843941341212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/04/wakey-wakey.html' title='Wakey-Wakey!'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-114440513187054412</id><published>2006-04-07T09:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-07T11:38:21.216Z</updated><title type='text'>The Path of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;God is all there is and God is love. Where there is Love there is no fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If God is all there is and He is Love, how come the world is not manifesting this love?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, Love is already present it's just that you are not experiencing the magnitude of love because your attention is focused elsewhere. Right now most people are only experiencing the love they believe in which is romantic, friendship, family, personal interests, and kindness to others. The Love I'm talking about is infinite and ever present. In order to experience this Love you have to be aware that Love is ever present. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because Love is always present this means Love is in all time and in all space. Put another way, there is no time or space, there is only Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do mean "there is no time or space, there is only Love?"  There is space otherwise I wouldn't be travelling from A to B. And getting from A to B takes time, so there is time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time and space is a belief that distracts you from realising that Love is all there is. In order to experience Love at all times, you're going to have to wipe out the concept of time and space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sounds like gobbledygook to me! How can I wipe out something that is so real to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By being conscious only of Love. Make it a habit to see every experience, every moment as an act of Love even if it doesn't feel like it on the human level. Start with your job, if you do have one. Whether you like your job or not, you can transmute it into Love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you wake up don't think of the day as Monday, see it as Love Day. (See each day as Love Day). You are not in the bathroom you are in the Love room. You are not having a bath or shower you are having a Love bath or shower. You are not having breakfast (if you have one) you are eating Love. If you live with friends they are Love companions; a partner is a Love companion. You are not travelling on the tube, train or bus you are travelling in Love.  The people around you are not commuters but Love companions. Your work colleagues are Love companions. Your clients are Love companions. Your job is Love in action.  Your emails are Love communications. Your office is Love space. When you go to lunch you are off to do Love. If you are out shopping you are spending with Love and buying Love. Make every experience an act of Love.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you now see how Love wipes out time and space?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see what you mean. There is no place for time and space where there is only Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly. Here's Another example of practising seeing all as Love.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's say you're planning to meet up with a friend on a particular day. Know that it is not Saturday but Love Day.  The time you've arranged to meet up is at Love Hour. If you're travelling by bus to meet your friend, you're travelling by Love. The place you're going to be meeting at is Love.  You will be going out to do Love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so I've transformed all my experiences into Love, how is it going to make me be more loving?  How does it change other people's behaviour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you see everything as Love you'll begin to see that what you used to find challenging no longer has any power because you've transmuted it into Love, which is the only Power. Don't worry about how this works just trust in Love to do Her job.   &lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/04/stop-trying-so-hard.html"&gt;Stop Trying So Hard!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a previous &lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/02/it-is-not-what-you-say-but-what-i.html"&gt;piece&lt;/a&gt;, I wrote about how I love the sound of Italian. I said while I was watching the film, &lt;a href="http://www.jgeoff.com/godfather.html"&gt;The Godfather Part II&lt;/a&gt;, it didn't matter to me that they were talking about killing people, I was so full of love. I felt like a mother cuddling her baby and giving the baby all her love while her baby is gurgling sweet nothing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spiritual path is a path of Love: realising that Love is always present and it is the only power. You then open yourself to experience the allness of Love in Its infinite manifestations just the way God planned it to be.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is all there is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related articles: &lt;a href="http://simplyenocia.blogspot.com/2005/12/making-love.html"&gt;Making Love&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://simplyenocia.blogspot.com/2005/11/love-is-always-present.html"&gt;Love is Always Present&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://simplyenocia.blogspot.com/2005/11/love-is-meeting-all-needs-perfectly.html"&gt;Love is Meeting All Needs Perfectly&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://vector8.blogspot.com/2005/05/love-conquers-all.html"&gt;Love Conquers All&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://vector8.blogspot.com/2005/03/love-takes-many-forms.html"&gt;Love Takes Many Forms&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://vector8.blogspot.com/2005/02/walking-with-love.html"&gt;Walking with Love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-114440513187054412?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114440513187054412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114440513187054412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/04/path-of-love.html' title='The Path of Love'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-114431888593182111</id><published>2006-04-06T09:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-06T12:55:57.896Z</updated><title type='text'>Waiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Wait on the LORD: be of good courage, and he shall strengthen thine heart: wait, I say, on the LORD." (Psalm 27: 14)&lt;/blockquote&gt;Last night while I was waiting for a bus, I noticed a dog outside a supermarket across the road. The dog kept barking and pacing up and down outside the shop. Presumably, his human friend was inside the supermarket. People went in and out of the shop and ignored the dog. The dog barked until his friend came out. Then they walked away, paw in hand, into the sunset. OK, I made the last bit up, but it seemed that way to me. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew the dog had been brought to my attention because I had been pondering the notion of waiting. There are two types of waiting. There is waiting where there is a sense of time passing; and waiting "on the LORD" where there is no time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The barking dog represents waiting on time.  When you're waiting on time you feel impatient, which could distract you from seeing what else is going on around you. The dog, for instance, only had eyes for his human friend. If he'd calmed down he could have had other human attention. Dog-lovers would have gone over to stroke him and play with him. I recently saw an Alsatian sitting outside our local shops. I stroked his head and played with him for a few minutes.  The dog outside the supermarket was also an Alsatian. However, a barking Alsatian isn't exactly approachable.  I wouldn't have wanted to play with him either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting in an impatient way, when you feel as if things are taking ages, clouds your judgment. You are only open to what you think is possible and can't see there are many other ways of experiencing such and such. It is possible that while you appear to be waiting there is something you're meant to witness in response to your life quest. You won't see it if you're busy fretting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does it mean to wait on God?  I believe only God exists. Since there is only God, everything we see is God. There is, therefore, no space but God, and no time but God. Put another way, God is eternity and He has split himself into little pieces to experience all that He is. Here's another way of looking at eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use Internet shops a lot. There is one I go to that has about 150 computers.  Let's say there was only one computer in the shop and the shop was open for 12 hours a day, they are only going to provide Internet service for 12 hours.  Instead, the proprietor fills the shop with 150 computers, which provides 1800 hours of service. This also means lots of customers. The proprietor can afford to take on more staff to serve their customers.  This particular Internet shop is located in central London and attracts lots of tourists, so it's always busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the Internet shop represents the totality of God, eternity. God has split himself into infinite pieces so all the pieces can enjoy being all that God is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when you wait on God, you're simply being aware that all there is is God. Therefore, every moment you have all the resources you could possibly need because God is always present in one form or another. When you start dreaming you're experiencing time, you're not able to see the truth as it is. You could be waiting for love and failing to see how you're being loved in so many different ways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you wait on God, you are open to infinite possibilities. You are never lonely because there are always companions around you to talk to and play with. You could still have friends and loved ones who are special but you don't sit around pining like that dog when they are not around. You enjoy every moment because you know God/love is always present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you believe you have time to wait, you must be barking mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Disclaimer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Please note this piece is not against barking dogs. Dogs are free to bark as loud as they like.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Related article: &lt;a href="http://theoneinall.blogspot.com/2005/08/why-are-we-waiting.html"&gt;Why are We Waiting?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-114431888593182111?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114431888593182111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114431888593182111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/04/waiting.html' title='Waiting'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-114423641186036541</id><published>2006-04-05T11:16:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-10-21T11:13:48.767Z</updated><title type='text'>Stop Trying So Hard!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Stop trying to be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;Stop trying to be good.&lt;br /&gt;Stop trying to be right.&lt;br /&gt;Stop trying to be strong.&lt;br /&gt;Stop trying to be forgiving.&lt;br /&gt;Stop trying to be loving.&lt;br /&gt;Stop trying to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;Stop trying to be wise.&lt;br /&gt;Stop trying to be a healer.&lt;br /&gt;Stop trying to be a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;Stop trying to be a student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop trying to take control.&lt;br /&gt;Stop trying to accumulate wealth.&lt;br /&gt;Stop trying to stay healthy.&lt;br /&gt;Stop trying to live forever.&lt;br /&gt;Stop trying to change yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Stop trying to change the world.&lt;br /&gt;Stop trying to work things out.&lt;br /&gt;Stop trying to understand.&lt;br /&gt;Stop trying to free yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Stop trying to do this, that, or the other.&lt;br /&gt;Stop trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relax.&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing for you to be or do;&lt;br /&gt;God has got everything covered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I give up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-114423641186036541?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114423641186036541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114423641186036541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/04/stop-trying-so-hard.html' title='Stop Trying So Hard!'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-114423022443371416</id><published>2006-04-05T09:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-05T11:07:17.343Z</updated><title type='text'>Heaven on Earth is Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"The Vedas declare that the ignorant man who rests content with making the slightest distinction between the individual soul and the Supreme Self is exposed to danger," Shankara the great monist has written. "Where there is duality by virtue of ignorance, one sees all things as distinct from the Self. When everything is seen as the Self, then there is not even an atom other than the Self. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As soon as the knowledge of the Reality has sprung up, there can be no fruits of past actions to be experienced, owing to the unreality of the body, in the same way as there can be no dream after waking." &lt;a href="http://www.thenazareneway.com/Autobiography_of_a_Yogi/Chapter%2021.htm"&gt;Autobiography of a Yogi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Years ago while I was at a friend's house, I admired her beautiful bouquet of flowers. An insect sat on my finger. I thought it was really pretty. After a while it flew away. My friend said her flowers were attracting lots of wasps.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wasps?  What do you mean, wasps?"  I said alarmed. &lt;br /&gt;"That was a wasp on your finger," she said. "I was wondering why you were playing with it."&lt;br /&gt;"I didn't realise it was a wasp."&lt;br /&gt;"What did you think it was?"&lt;br /&gt;"I dunno, a skinny bee, perhaps, but not a wasp."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the time I had a healthy respect for wasps. I stayed in my space and I expected them to stay in theirs. Whenever they came into our house, I would take a piece of tissue, grab hold of the wasp, and let it outside. One day I was stung by one. I quickly applied some energy healing. Even though it stung like hell, I didn't get any other side effects.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year on a bus ride a wasp sat on my arm. At first I reacted with fear, then I remembered there is only one Self/Love and Love doesn't hurt. I let it rest on my arm for a while then it crawled up the window. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine what life would be like when we realise that there is only Love. It will be like Isaiah envisaged in the scriptures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"The wolf also shall dwell with the lamb, and the leopard shall lie down with the kid; and the calf and the young lion and the fatling together; and a little child shall lead them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And the cow and the bear shall feed; their young ones shall lie down together: and the lion shall eat straw like the ox. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And the sucking child shall play on the hole of the asp, and the weaned child shall put his hand on the cockatrice' den. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They shall not hurt nor destroy in all my holy mountain: for the earth shall be full of the knowledge of the LORD, as the waters cover the sea." (Isaiah 11: 6-9) &lt;/blockquote&gt;We will be able to cavort with what we consider to be wild animals. We will even live with them, if we choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no need to wait for some future time. That time is now. All it takes is living with the realisation that there is only one Love/Self. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my walk to the bus station this morning I headed in a different direction which would get me to the next bus stop further along the route. Halfway through the journey I changed my mind and backtracked, adding more time to my journey. I suddenly started walking faster and faster; or rather, I felt my legs moving faster and faster. I even ran up the stairs at the station. When I arrived at the station, I saw my bus was already at the stop and there were no other passengers outside. A passenger was speaking to the bus driver which gave me time to get on board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it made sense why I had been inspired to walk in a different direction. Because God was trying to get me to the bus stop so I would catch my bus on time. Even when I didn't listen and did my own thing, I was still inspired to walk really fast to get to the station; and God held the bus in place so I could catch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only One exists. Love is playing the many roles in this play called life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven on Earth is now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related article: &lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/03/only-one-self-exists.html"&gt;Only One Self Exists&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://theoneinall.blogspot.com/2005/09/its-either-love-or-bullshit.html"&gt;It's Either Love or Bullshit!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-114423022443371416?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114423022443371416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114423022443371416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/04/heaven-on-earth-is-now.html' title='Heaven on Earth is Now'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-114416458885111300</id><published>2006-04-04T15:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-04T15:32:59.980Z</updated><title type='text'>Reality Check!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;God is all there is.&lt;br /&gt;God is Goodness and Love.&lt;br /&gt;God is Perfection.&lt;br /&gt;God CANNOT and NEVER makes mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;What God has created is GOOD and PERFECT for all time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God doesn't need to grow or learn lessons.&lt;br /&gt;God doesn't need to wake up; God NEVER sleeps.&lt;br /&gt;God is Reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it is imperfect it is not of God.&lt;br /&gt;What is not of God is a figment of the imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-114416458885111300?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114416458885111300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114416458885111300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/04/reality-check.html' title='Reality Check!'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-114414644756663809</id><published>2006-04-04T09:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-04T10:37:20.916Z</updated><title type='text'>Mistaken Identity</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;One of my Internet friends emailed me yesterday and requested a picture. I told him I didn't have one to send him. I said that he could see me as light as that is my true image. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture can tell nothing about who I am, nor can people tell who I am by meeting me in person.  People form their own opinions based on their beliefs and expectations anyway. Here are a few examples of what I mean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day while I was doing some grocery shopping at the supermarket, a voice behind me said, "Young man! I need your help."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned round and the woman realised I was a woman, at least I looked like a woman from the front. The woman apologised and then asked me to get a tin for her at the top of the shelf. I thought it was funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while back while I was in the library, a boy in his buggy (push chair) called out to me: "Dad!"  His mother looking embarrassed, apologised, and told him I wasn't his dad, but he kept insisting I was. I believe the baby was making an important point: a black woman who is father to a white kid is demonstrating that "with God all things are possible." Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In another example, about a couple of years ago, I met an old friend whom I hadn't seen in about ten years. She called out my name, peered into my face, then decided it wasn't me. Just as she was about to walk away I called out her name and told her it was me. She said she didn't think it was me because she expected my face to have aged. I told her I didn't age. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My identity is not based on the colour of my skin, the length of my hair, my age, my gender, the way I look, my experiences, or my beliefs. Nor is my identity dependent on how others see me. Heck, I can't even rely on my own senses to tell me who I really am. I can imagine if I met my real self in person, I would probably bow down and worship her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related article: &lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/03/mirror-mirror-on-wall.html"&gt;Mirror, Mirror on the Wall&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-114414644756663809?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114414644756663809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114414644756663809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/04/mistaken-identity.html' title='Mistaken Identity'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-114407972779341950</id><published>2006-04-03T15:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-03T16:14:16.690Z</updated><title type='text'>Instruments of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Take a little time out of your busy day&lt;br /&gt;To give encouragement&lt;br /&gt;To someone who's lost the way&lt;br /&gt;(Just try)&lt;br /&gt;Or would I be talking to a stone&lt;br /&gt;If I asked you&lt;br /&gt;To share a problem that's not your own&lt;br /&gt;We can change things if we start giving&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reach out and touch&lt;br /&gt;Somebody's hand&lt;br /&gt;Make this world a better place&lt;br /&gt;If you can &lt;a href="http://www.sing365.com/music/lyric.nsf/Reach-Out-And-Touch-Somebody's-Hand-lyrics-Diana-Ross/36932EE5B5C417E24825693C000EA1F8"&gt;Reach Out and Touch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;It was Saturday evening and I was sitting at a bookshop having a browse. Beside me were two young women having a conversation. From what I could make out, one woman, who I shall call Ann, was very new to London. Ann was from South Korea and studying social science. She said she was missing her boyfriend and she wished he could be with her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other woman, who I shall call Alice, was from Slovakia and has been living in London for two years. Alice described what life has been like for her in London. She gave Ann a website address for people looking for friendships. Alice asked Ann how old she was. Ann said she was 22 years old in the West but 23 in Korea. How come? (By then I was also intrigued). Because in Korea they count the period when the child is in his mother's womb so they always add a year to your age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joined the conversation. I told Ann how interesting it was to add one year to one's age compared to the western way. Soon it was time for the Ann to leave. She said she was so happy we were both so friendly and taking the time to chat to her. She asked me for my email address and said she would love to meet up which will help her with her English. Besides, we already have something in common - I also studied social science at college. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed to chat to Alice. Alice described what an eventful day it had turned out to be. She usually spends her free time with her boyfriend but they had a row so she came to the bookshop to read. She said she doesn't usually speak to strangers, but she felt compelled to speak to Ann, which is out of character. I teased her that she was wearing a t-shirt with lots of heart shapes so it shouldn’t surprise her.  I told her she was being her real self that is love and love always reaches out to touch others.  We discussed life and what it means to be happy.  Alice said she’s read many books on psychology and spirituality about finding happiness and yet she still feels she's not living it. We spent about two hours sharing our experiences. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how things work out. I didn't plan on going to that bookshop that evening.  Alice didn't plan on visiting the bookshop either but she was drawn to the same bookshop. It would seem that at that moment we were all willing to let love express through us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love rules OK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love,&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-114407972779341950?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114407972779341950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114407972779341950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/04/instruments-of-love.html' title='Instruments of Love'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-114405774205948214</id><published>2006-04-03T09:20:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-06-15T12:00:18.610Z</updated><title type='text'>Behind the Scenes - What Keeps Us From Being Love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;In a recent article called &lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/04/old-habits-are-dying-hard-thank-god.html"&gt;Old Habits are Dying Hard, Thank God&lt;/a&gt;, I discussed what I believe stops us from being our real self on a permanent basis. I said we are too used to believing only in what we can see instead of believing in our real Self. Actually, that is not strictly true. Consider the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me, do you believe in love?" &lt;br /&gt;"Yes I do."&lt;br /&gt;"How do you know love exists?" &lt;br /&gt;"Because I know it does, I can feel it, it's real."&lt;br /&gt;"But you can't see love, can you?"&lt;br /&gt;"No, I can't see, feel or hear love in the human sense but I know it exists and I experience it as real."&lt;br /&gt;"Aha, so you do believe in things you can't see!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, we all do believe in happiness, joy, love, beauty, truth, peace and yet we can't see them. If we didn't believe in them we wouldn't be seeking to experience them. What stops us from focusing on what we believe is real? Why does it always seem so easy to focus on fear than experiencing love all the time?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, you know that if you put your hand in the fire you're going to get burnt, unless you're someone who can walk on fire without any effects. Let's say for argument's sake you're like most people who gets burnt by fire. Once you've experience it once, even twice, you soon learn not to put your hand in the fire. Similarly, if you know focusing on thoughts of fear makes you fearful, angry, and depressed, why would you continue to focus on what you don't want to experience? The mystics have said that you should just focus on your Real Self that is Love and you become that which you focus on. Is it as simple as changing one's habits by focusing only on ideas of love and peace? I practise focusing only on my real Self and yet I don't feel I am experiencing who I am 100%. Is there something else going on behind the scenes that is deliberately preventing me from being my true self on a permanent basis?  I believe there is something that tests us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as I was getting ready to leave this morning, my mother, who I live with at the moment, called me into the living room. She pointed out to me that I hoovered the carpet yesterday yet she could still see fluffy stuff and bits and pieces on the carpet. She believed I had dropped them on the carpet.  Did I stand there arguing with her? No, I just picked the bits up and put them in the bin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe the experience with my mother was a test, one of the many tests we go through.  These tests are not to teach us how to love or be love, but their purpose is twofold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, to distract us from knowing and being who we really are. If I'd reacted to my mother's comments with irritation, I would have been disconnected from being the Love that I am. Instead, I remained true to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, while we are distracted from being the Love that we are, someone benefits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who exactly sets us these tests? There is an invisible force behind the scenes that set up these tests. Many traditions have a name for this force. Christians call it the Devil.  Don Juan refers to this force as the predator or "mud shadows." I'll let don Juan describe their real purpose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"You have arrived, by your effort alone, to what the shamans of ancient Mexico called the topic of topics," don Juan said.  "I have been beating around the bush al this time, insinuating to you that something is holding us prisoner. Indeed we are held prisoner!  This was an energetic fact for the sorcerers of ancient Mexico."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why has this predator taken over in the fashion that you're describing don Juan?" I asked. "There must be a logical explanation."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is an explanation," don Juan replied, "which is the simplest explanation in the world. They took over because we are food for them, and they squeeze us mercilessly because we are their sustenance. Just as we rear chickens in chicken coops, &lt;em&gt;gallineros&lt;/em&gt;, the predators rear us in human coops, &lt;em&gt;humaneros&lt;/em&gt;. Therefore, their food is always available to them." [...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want to appeal to your analytical mind," don Juan said. "Think for a moment, and tell me how you would explain the contradiction between the intelligence of man the engineer and the stupidity of his systems of beliefs, or the stupidity of his contradictory behavior. Sorcerers believe that the predators have given us our systems of beliefs, our ideas of good and evil, our social mores. They are the ones who set up our hopes and expectations and dreams of success and failure. They have given us covetousness, greed, and cowardice. It is the predators who make us complacent, routinary and egomaniacal." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But how can they do this, don Juan?" I asked, somehow angered further by what he was saying. "Do they whisper all that in our ears while we are asleep?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, they don't do it that way. That's idiotic!" don Juan said, smiling. "They are infinitely more efficient and organized than that. In order to keep us obedient and meek and weak, the predators engaged themselves in a stupendous maneuver - stupendous, of course, from the point of view of a fighting strategist. A horrendous maneuver from the point of view of those who suffer it. They gave us their mind! Do you hear me? The predators gave us their mind, which becomes our mind. The predator's mind is baroque, contradictory, morose, filled with the fear of being discovered any minute now." (The Active Side of Infinity, Carlos Castaneda, p. 219-220)&lt;/blockquote&gt;So what we call the ego has been created by this predator. The predator keeps us busy worrying about stuff, being angry, being fearful, trying to control others; and while we're busy worrying the predator gets his food.  In the meantime, what you focus on you experience as your reality. You end up living in a world of competition, control, lack, disease and suffering, which creates more fear, leading to more food for the predator. And you end up not being the Love that you are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From another perspective, the writer refers to the predator as a "collective of energies who believe they own [y]our world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"They have enticed or directed consciousness to give off a certain vibratory frequency by tricking your consciousness into thinking it has no control of itself. Consciousness that understands that it is self-generating can give off its own signal.  When you don't know this, others can trick you into giving off certain signals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So they created boundaries for you and limitations by coming into your planets as masters, as teachers, as all kinds of individuals, and setting up concepts of beliefs, religions, political systems, revolutions, and influencing large masses of consciousness to behave and to vibrate, to give off a certain belief system or frequency." (The Pleiadians, New Cells, New Bodies, New Life!", p.174)&lt;/blockquote&gt;Another perspective:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"The genetic mind is the equivalent of a universal belief system that penetrates, to varying degrees, the human instrument of all entities. In some, it immobilizes their ability to think original thoughts and feel original feelings. In most, it entrains their belief system to harmonize with the accepted belief systems of the Hierarchy. In a few, it exerts no significant force nor has any bearing on the development of their personal belief system. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There are those on terra-earth who are in training to be Sovereign Entities and are completely unaware of this training as well as their destiny. When they are able to become timeless and view the continuum of their lifestream, they will see the thread that has differentiated them as Sovereign Entities. They will understand how the hardships and supposed indifference of the universe were actually the catalysts for their emergence as designers of the new genetic mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The genetic mind is different from the subconscious or universal mind as it is sometimes referred to in your psychology texts, in that the genetic mind has a peculiar focus on the accumulated beliefs of all the people on a planet from its most distant past to its present time. These accumulated beliefs are actually manipulations of the Hierarchy, which imprint on the genetic mind in order to cast the boundaries of what is acceptable to believe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So compelling is this manipulation and the boundaries that are imposed by the Hierarchy that virtually no one is aware of the manipulations of their beliefs. This is precisely why the WingMakers have interacted with your species from the very beginning. As culture bearers, we stretch your boundaries in the arena of science, art, and philosophy. We essentially expand the genetic mind’s "perimeter fence" and enable it to encompass a larger portion of the "land" known as Source Reality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If we were to tell you about the fundamental misconceptions of your genetic mind, you would not believe us. You would most definitely -- even your most accomplished spiritual leaders -- find us in contempt of much that you hold true and reasonable. You would feel fear in the face of our expression of Source Reality because it would be so clear to you how you have squandered your divine natures in favor of the entrapment of the genetic mind." &lt;a href="http://www.wingmakers.com/glossary.html"&gt;Wingmakers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Aren't these "predators" clever?  They manipulate us so they can either use the energy we emit as food, or for whatever they need it for. Thus, manipulation continues in all aspects of society, from our politicians to our education establishment, the media, scientists, religion, spiritual beliefs, our spirit guides and even channelled entities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bottom line is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I worry, I am not being my real self; and feeding the predator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I react to something with anger or fear I am not being my real self; and feeding the predator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am only interested in being my real self all the time. The rest is nothing but bits of fluff on the carpet.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only Love is real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related article: &lt;a href="http://www.nationalgeographic.com/adventure/0603/features/peru.html"&gt;Peru: Hell and Back&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-114405774205948214?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114405774205948214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114405774205948214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/04/behind-scenes-what-keeps-us-from-being.html' title='Behind the Scenes - What Keeps Us From Being Love?'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-114390293476436919</id><published>2006-04-01T14:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-01T15:01:28.080Z</updated><title type='text'>Power Walking</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I love power walking. Power walking is letting the Power of God move me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday on my way back, a friend walked part of the way with me. She was amazed I was going to walk the rest of the way home. I said it was no problem - 3 miles is only a stone's throw away.  She observed that I didn't have music with me to keep me company. I told her I have songs in my head that keep me going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my walk, I sang the hymn &lt;a href="http://www.cyberhymnal.org/htm/j/o/joyworld.htm"&gt;Joy to the World&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I sang a song I'd written that reminds me that God is everywhere - see &lt;a href="http://simplyenocia.blogspot.com/2005/11/fun-reminder.html"&gt;A Fun Reminder&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I chanted I AM THAT I AM in my own melody. It's great fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I hummed the tune to the hymn &lt;a href="http://www.cschurchesontario.ca/139.htm"&gt;I Walk With Love&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I walked, I felt like I didn't have a body. I was literally walking with love. Naturally, the journey was effortless, pure joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recommend power walking every day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love,&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related article: &lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-inner-dj.html"&gt;My Inner DJ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-114390293476436919?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114390293476436919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114390293476436919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/04/power-walking.html' title='Power Walking'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-114389127830496963</id><published>2006-04-01T13:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-01T14:30:31.696Z</updated><title type='text'>Old Habits are Dying Hard, Thank God!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"For we are saved by hope: but hope that is seen is not hope: for what a man seeth, why doth he yet hope for? But if we hope for that we see not, then do we with patience wait for it. Likewise the Spirit also helpeth our infirmities: for we know not what we should pray for as we ought: but the Spirit itself maketh intercession for us with groanings which cannot be uttered. And he that searcheth the hearts knoweth what is the mind of the Spirit, because he maketh intercession for the saints according to the will of God." (Romans 8: 24-27)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But the natural man receiveth not the things of the Spirit of God: for they are foolishness unto him: neither can he know them, because they are spiritually discerned." (1 Corinthians 2: 14)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For the wisdom of this world is foolishness with God. For it is written, He taketh the wise in their own craftiness." (1 Corinthians 3: 19)&lt;/blockquote&gt;So you have studied many spiritual texts and scriptures. You believe you are Spirit and you are determined to live as Spirit yet what you believe is not manifested in your life experiences. In fact, they are quite the reverse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that as Spirit your nature is love, yet your have thoughts of attack and defence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you are peace, yet your emotions are all over the place and you feel fearful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you are wholeness, yet you are constantly in and out of your doctor's surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you are abundance, yet you are living on the breadline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you are eternal life, yet you see yourself aging and thinking of dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are so frustrated that you start to doubt your beliefs. How can there be a God when you're constantly going through pain, suffering and all this drama? What you don't realise is that knowing that you are Spirit is the first and very important realisation. The problem is you've been conditioned to believe in appearances for far too long. You are too used to relying on what you can see, feel, hear etc. Your sensual experiences form the basis of your likes and dislikes. In fact, what you consider to be your human personality consists of your likes and dislikes, your thoughts, your emotions, social conditioning, experiences and beliefs. Your thoughts, emotions, beliefs and desires are part of the thoughts and beliefs of the whole of humanity and every human that has ever lived. This is commonly referred to as the carnal or mortal mind. What you consider to be your human personality is actually the carnal mind manifested as you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is you are not your personality, you are Spirit. Spirit is your God presence, that which is eternal, perfect and good - your real self. Your real self remains the same no matter what your experiences or beliefs. It is the same self that is in all life. In Spirit, all is one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why you are not experiencing what you know is your true nature is because the carnal mind/personality and the Spirit are speaking two different languages and there is a break down in communication. Put another way, Spirit and the carnal/mortal mind are like two different radio stations. The Spirit channel speaks of love and unity while the carnal mind channel speaks of fear, attack and defence. In order to enjoy what the Spirit station has to offer, you need to stay tuned to the relevant station.  When you can only hear the carnal mind, your life is that of fear, pain and suffering. When you are only hearing the Spirit you manifest the fruits of the Spirit - love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I tune permanently to the Spirit channel? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By focusing only on that channel. On the one hand, you're so used to operating through your personality which only believes in what the senses tell you. The path of Spirit, on the other hand, is believing in what you can't see. This takes faith. Instead of trying to change the human personality to be what it cannot accept, as it goes against its nature, you're going to have to trust in Spirit, your real self, to do the work for you.  The Spirit already knows what is of God.  As Paul puts it in the above quote, the Spirit makes intercessions on your behalf. Spirit reveals what is real and true. The more you focus on Spirit the more you are dominated by the Spirit and you get to experience the fruits of the Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've stopped trying to change my human personality which is tied in with the carnal mind. I only need to focus on being my real self, Spirit. As Spirit, I am disconnected from the mortal mind of conflicted beliefs, of pain and suffering and opening myself up to what I believe are the fruits of the Spirit: love, peace, joy, abundance, wholeness, wisdom, beauty, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's one practical example of how I stay focused on Spirit.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's say I find a spot on my face. My first instincts used to be to either squeeze it or put some medication on it so it would go away. When I practised energy healing, I would direct energy at it to heal the area. When I practised healing through truth principles I would ponder on truth. All three methods worked and I got the desired result. However Spirit's way is different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a previous piece called &lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/03/walking-by-faith-and-not-by-sight.html"&gt;Walking by Faith and Not By Sight&lt;/a&gt;, I wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"I like to see my real self as the inside part of an egg - the yolk and albumen - that is soft and gooey; and the shell represents my experiences or what appears as the physical universe. The inside of the egg is pure being, my real self and the self of all. It is this self that is experiencing life on the one hand, yet untouched by life experiences on the other." &lt;/blockquote&gt;Now I ignore what my skin is doing and focus on my real self that I know is whole and perfect. I can't obviously perceive this self with my senses but I have faith that It exists. Soon, my skin is back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God, it's becoming more of a habit for me to focus only on Spirit and not on appearances. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related article: &lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/03/mirror-mirror-on-wall.html"&gt;Mirror, Mirror on the Wall&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-114389127830496963?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114389127830496963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114389127830496963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/04/old-habits-are-dying-hard-thank-god.html' title='Old Habits are Dying Hard, Thank God!'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-114380457946735613</id><published>2006-03-31T10:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-31T13:09:26.910Z</updated><title type='text'>God Doesn't Make Mistakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Thou art of purer eyes than to behold evil, and canst not look on iniquity." (Habakkuk 1: 13)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All things were made by him; and without him was not any thing made that was made." (John 1: 3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Beloved, I wish above all things that thou mayest prosper and be in health, even as thy soul prospereth." (3 John 1: 2)&lt;/blockquote&gt;I believe there is one Power of Love and Goodness that is the Source of all life.  I call this Power, God. God is perfect.  I believe what God has created is good and perfect for all time. God doesn't make mistakes. God only needs to do something once and it's good for all time. God is all knowing; He doesn't need to learn any lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We say we are God in manifestation and we are here to express God in every way. We say we are free to create like God. In that case how come we don't get things right the first time? Why do we have repeated experiences so we can either learn from them or in order for us to put things right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did God create the world we perceive with our senses? If God did then it should be God's image and likeness i.e. perfect. There should be no death or decay, no beginning and ending, because that which is perfect is eternal and good for all time. We should bear witness to a world of constant beauty. Trees should always be in full bloom. You pluck an apple from a tree and it should grow right back because perfection is always full and complete.  We should never experience disease, aging and death. Our bodies should always be beautiful, flawless and in radiant health. We should always be full of joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reality of life on earth is it is geared towards failure and imperfection. This is why we have businesses specialising in the Law, the Armed Forces, Medicine, Healing, Insurance, Manufacturing and Repair, Education to name but a few. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would a God who doesn't make mistakes need the Law?&lt;br /&gt;Why would a God of love need the Armed Forces?&lt;br /&gt;Why would a God of perfection need medicine or healing?&lt;br /&gt;Why would a God of love need insurance?&lt;br /&gt;Why would a God who doesn't make mistakes need something fixed?&lt;br /&gt;Why would a God who is all knowing need to be taught?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This suggests that the world we are experiencing right now could not have been created by God because that which is perfect cannot make mistakes. If not God, who created the world?  What God did not create does not exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is that possible, you cry? I can see, feel, hear, taste, and smell this reality. It's very much real to me. How can it not exist? It exists in your mind because you're imagining it is real. But perfection cannot create imperfection. God does not make mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't make sense. How come this world feels so real to me if it doesn't exist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many examples of experiencing something that is not real but believing it is. For example, you have a headache and it feels very much real to you. Your senses tell you the pain is real. But think about it. If you are really living in a reality that is perfection and love, would love want you to experience pain? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still feel the pain. It feels very much real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels very much real because you are holding it in place by believing it exists. It's no use calling out to God to heal you!  A God of perfection would not recognise a headache He did not create. A God that sees pain and suffering is a false god not God.  God's answer to anyone suffering is to show you what is really present. God's answer is always: "I am love, you are love, all is love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the pain still persists?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All is love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels very real to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All is love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love casts out all fear. Love dissolves dreams of pain and suffering. Love is reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I feel as if I'm stuck in this reality that God never created. How can I get out of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recognise that God is all there is; God is perfection and Perfection cannot make mistakes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since God is all there is, it must be God living life.&lt;br /&gt;If God is living life, then God will not contemplate imperfection.&lt;br /&gt;God only needs to create once and whatever it is, is perfect and good for all time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've done all you've suggested but I'm still having the same experience of pain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if your body is screaming out in pain. Don't give it any attention. No matter what your senses tell you, ignore them. Instead, focus on the truth: God doesn't make mistakes; Perfection is always perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Persist with the truth and the illusion will dissolve. But persist you must. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If God is right where I am, don't I have to persist with the truth once? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touché. You make a very good point though. You only need to contemplate that truth once and then focus only on God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, there will be many who will try to distract you. They'll think you've gone nuts. Just focus on the truth: God is love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, because God does not make mistakes, God always gets it right first time. Therefore, reincarnation is not an option; it is another dream. You are here to live for eternity because life is never ending. There is nowhere else to run or hide; there is only here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God doesn't make mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;God is love.&lt;br /&gt;God is all there is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-114380457946735613?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114380457946735613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114380457946735613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/03/god-doesnt-make-mistakes.html' title='God Doesn&apos;t Make Mistakes'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-114372249790719382</id><published>2006-03-30T11:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-30T13:46:36.673Z</updated><title type='text'>Who is Thinking Whom?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;If you think you're thinking your own thoughts, think again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Months back I saw this woman on the bus. I noticed she was reading an article in a magazine about the Hollywood actor Tom Cruise and his fiancée, Katie Holmes. The article claimed they were no longer together. We discussed the article then she got off the bus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days ago, I saw the same woman on my bus. I told her I hadn't seen her for a while. She said she's been using a different route. She said she usually sees me at the bus station but I haven't noticed her. During our journey I reminded her of the article in the magazine and said the magazine appeared to have made the story up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday on my way to the bus stop I thought about the same woman and wondered whether I would see her. While I was waiting for my bus another bus arrived which terminated at that station. My friend got off. She walked over to me. I told her I'd been thinking about her. She said she missed her earlier bus. She said after our conversation of the previous day, she ended up reading an article about Tom and Katie's preparation for her childbirth and how she's not supposed to make a sound during childbirth because of their &lt;a href="http://www.scientology-mountainview.org/en_US/lrh/index.html"&gt;Scientology&lt;/a&gt; beliefs. We got on the same bus and chatted until she got off the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm not particularly interested in the intricacies of Tom and Katie's lifestyle, it was lovely speaking to my friend on the bus. It's interesting how Love arranged for us to be together under the guise of my friend missing her bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday evening on my way home on another bus, a man I have never met before sat beside me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello neighbour," he said&lt;br /&gt;"Hello yourself," I grinned at him, "how are you?"&lt;br /&gt;"I am blessed," he said.&lt;br /&gt;"So am I, each and every moment."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him how far I had just travelled from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why didn't you get the tube?" he said.&lt;br /&gt;"I love travelling on buses, besides, I wouldn't have met you, would I?"&lt;br /&gt;"Good point."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave me a tract and said if I was ever around the area I could visit his church. On the cover of the leaflet was a picture of a man in a maze. I said to my friend, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, sometimes life can seem as if you're stuck in a maze."&lt;br /&gt;"Yes it can, but when you know God is with you, you're never lost," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said goodbye to my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, I watched an episode of StarTrek The Next Generation called &lt;a href="http://www.startrek.com/startrek/view/series/TNG/episode/68362.html"&gt;Where Silence Has Lease&lt;/a&gt;. The Enterprise ship is engulfed by a huge hole that cannot be measured in human terms and is devoid of energy and matter. As far as the crew can make out, there's nothing there. And yet they find themselves stuck in the void. The ship's doctor describes the experience as being "stuck in a maze." They soon realise there is an entity in the void who is studying their reactions. It is also curious to  explore how humans die. It kills one of the crew and intends to practise on many more.  Rather than watch his crew die, Captain Picard decides to press the auto-destruct mechanism on the ship which would destroy the whole ship and crew in 20 minutes. He and his crew are eventually released from the void just in time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go again. I meet a man on the bus who gives me a tract. On the cover of the tract is a man caught in a maze. I end up watching an episode of StarTrek where the crew is stuck in a "maze" that feels real but is not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It appears as if there is only one thinker thinking life. You have a thought and think it is your thought and act upon it only to realise that you are in fact being thought.  Mind is the thinker. In a way we are all trapped in Mind that does the thinking for us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there any way of being free of Mind? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, by practising being in silence. Concepts and beliefs are constructs of Mind. In silence there are no concepts or beliefs.  Silence frees you from Mind.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time you feel the urge to act, be still; you may be acting on thoughts and beliefs within mind, unless of course you share those beliefs. I find pure inspiration comes from Silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love,&lt;br /&gt;Enocia &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-114372249790719382?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114372249790719382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114372249790719382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/03/who-is-thinking-whom.html' title='Who is Thinking Whom?'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-114371428861046672</id><published>2006-03-30T09:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-30T10:53:27.013Z</updated><title type='text'>Inexhaustible Supply of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"To those leaning on the sustaining infinite, to-day is big with blessings." &lt;a href="http://www.christianscience.org/SAH/SAH_Pre.html"&gt;Science and Health, by Mary Baker Eddy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;God is the invisible creative intelligence that gives rise to all life. I believe what appears as the universe that we perceive with our senses is God in manifestation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now there are many tapping into the same creative intelligence to dream up stories of lack, war, fear, diseases and the likes. For instance, people  are dreaming up stories of the Earth's resources being depleted and humanity having to suffer the consequences.  In this dream there comes a point when a hero or heroes appear to save humanity from destruction. If you buy into that dream story, depleted resources is what you will see, and you will probably find yourself experiencing that paradigm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the REAL world, God is appearing as inexhaustible supply of Goodness and Love that is being manifested as well-being, joy, freedom, wisdom, fulfilment, abundance, and all experiences in the human realm that make life fun and worth living. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop dreaming up scare stories and start living God's reality of inexhaustible supply of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An inexhaustible supply of Love and Goodness is all there is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-114371428861046672?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114371428861046672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114371428861046672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/03/inexhaustible-supply-of-love.html' title='Inexhaustible Supply of Love'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21697026.post-114362797985457412</id><published>2006-03-29T09:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-29T12:48:46.960Z</updated><title type='text'>Holding the Vision</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Thou art of purer eyes than to behold evil, and canst not look on iniquity." (Habakkuk 1: 13)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Open thou mine eyes, that I may behold wondrous things out of thy law." (Psalm 119: 18)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What's in a name? Everything! In the name of God is the Light of man's being whereby the microcosm puts on the Macrocosm and the 'soul doth magnify the LORD.'" &lt;a href="http://www.summituniversitypress.com/books/climb-path-higher.html"&gt;The Path of the Higher Self&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I believe God always holds the perfect vision (immaculate concept) of all life. Put another way, God always sees life as it is - perfect. This means God cannot see pain, suffering, fear, hate, imperfection etc as they are not part of His plan. As God is my real self, God in me is always holding the perfect vision for me. All I have to do is ask to see what the perfect vision is, believe, and it is so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night on my way home, just as I was getting on to a bus I started getting tunnel vision. I felt a slight throb on my temple. Uh oh, sign of a migraine. There were no seats available on the bus at the time. I closed my eyes and thought "God is love and love is all there is. There's no way God is creating this experience because love does not attack itself." I also prayed that I would get a seat. I opened my eyes and saw my sight was getting worse. I closed my eyes and repeated the word "God" which became my mantra. A seat was soon available. I sat down and continued chanting "God." I also saw a vision of myself travelling on the bus and being in perfect health. After a few minutes, I opened my eyes and saw my vision had cleared. I continued chanting "God" until I arrived home. The migraine never materialised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe God showed me his vision of myself which is perfection. To stay true to that vision all I needed to do was think of God and believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just as God holds a vision of perfection for me so do I hold a vision of perfection for others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago while I was accompanying my mother to her doctor's appointment, we saw a pigeon limping. Knowing how much my mother loves pigeons, I pointed out the pigeon. Mum thought the pigeon was limping out of sympathy for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, "A good friend cries with you when you are down."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't believe that," I said. "A good friend sees who you really are even when you are down."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was with my mother when the doctor gave his diagnosis and possible treatment. I didn't believe a word of what the doctor was saying. I could only see my mother as radiant health. I continue to hold a perfect vision of her no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's wonderful to know God is holding a perfect vision for me no matter what. All I have to do is believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love,&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related articles: &lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/03/you-are-beautiful_114328728323553546.html"&gt;You are Beautiful&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-vision_10.html"&gt;My Vision&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/03/immaculate-concept-re-writing-my-life.html"&gt;Immaculate Concept - Rewriting My Life Story&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21697026-114362797985457412?l=enociaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114362797985457412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21697026/posts/default/114362797985457412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/03/holding-vision.html' title='Holding the Vision'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FftLNp4uaMU/SfmDg4aGR_I/AAAAAAAAABM/MJz9IQpSOtg/s1600-R/vector8.8.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
