Home Sweet Home! - The Sequel

Home Sweet Home - The Sequel

2007-12-10T16:24:00.000Z

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With love,
Enocia

Welcome

2006-08-12T17:00:00.004Z

Dear readers,

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

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

For previous blog articles in alphabetical order see Making the Two One; I Am What I Am; I Need Not Want; It's All Done and Dusted - Part 2; It's All Done and Dusted; It is All Nothing; Being the Magic - Part 3; Being the Magic - Part 2; Being the Magic; Sharing the Wonder; Free to be Me as Love; Free to be Me; Love Always; Lucid Dreamer - Part 2; Lucid Dreamer; Destination Nowhere; Freedom, Expression, Being; Living as Love-Light; Home Sweet Home!; Infinite Life, Infinite Joy; The One in All, Vector8 Journals and Vector8 Writings.

Unless otherwise stated, all articles are copyright © 2006-2008 Enocia Joseph. You have my permission to copy and distribute articles for personal use only. Please include the link to the particular blog. For any other use other than personal, and any comments you might have, please email theoneinall@googlemail.com.

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

Enjoy...

With love,
Enocia

Articles in Alphabetical Order

--A--

All is Light and Light is Love
All's Fair in Love
Allowing Yourself to Feel So Deeply Cherished
An Fear Gorm
Angels
Awareness

--B--

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

--C--

Charity Begins and Ends at Home
Consciousness Raising

--E--

Emptiness

--F--

Free Willy

--G--

Gifts of Love
Going With the Flow

--H--

Have a Lovely Day!
Hmmm!
How Love Dissolved Migraine

--I--

I am Always Here
I am Formlessness
I am Light
I am Love; All is Love

--K--

Kaleidoscope

--L--

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

--M--

More about Grace
My Calling
My Twin Soul

--N--

No Dilemmas, Only Intention
No Drama
Now is What Matters

--O--

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

--P--

Paradox
Peace that Passes all Understanding
Perfect Love
Power and Freedom

--R--

Rebels
Roarger, the Lion

--S--

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

--T--

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

--U--

Universal Consciousness

--W--

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

--Y--

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

A New Beginning

2006-08-12T13:11:00.000Z

The journey continues at Living as Love-Light.

With love,
Enocia

Love in Every Moment

2006-08-12T09:31:00.000Z

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

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

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

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

I was finding my travelling companion delightful.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yup, there is love in every moment.

Enocia

Related articles: Rebels; Consciousness Raising

The Time Machine

2006-08-11T11:01:00.000Z

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I am a love time machine.

Enocia

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

My Twin Soul

2006-08-09T09:51:00.000Z

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

Next, I felt this devastating loneliness.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I can't feel like this forever!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My twin soul and I are one.

Enocia

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

Yeah, But...

2006-08-07T10:48:00.000Z

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

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

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

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

Such is life on the fast lane!

Enocia

Bonfire of Love

2006-08-05T10:28:00.000Z

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I am Love.

Enocia

Related article: Who is Really in Charge?

The Transmuting Fire of Love

2006-08-04T10:08:00.000Z

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Trust in Love and Love will show you how.

There is nothing but the Fire of Love.

Enocia

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

Star Quality

2006-08-03T17:17:00.000Z

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

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

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

How wonderful to come face to face with yourself.

Enocia

Forgiveness

2006-08-02T12:54:00.000Z

"To err is human, to forgive divine."
We've all experienced forgiveness in various ways. It could be someone said something hurtful and you forgave, or you hurt someone and you were forgiven. Can you forgive in all occasions or are there certain situations you believe are unforgivable?

Recently, the British media focused on the Stephen Lawrence case, a young black man who was murdered 13 years ago. No one has ever been convicted.

"An investigation is being launched over claims that police corruption helped shield the killers of black teenager Stephen Lawrence from conviction." Lawrence case 'corruption' probe
A few days later, I heard my neighbour's son had been attacked by burglars and he was killed. Days later, I saw a woman at the library I haven't seen in ages. I asked her how she was. She said she'd lost her brother under suspicious circumstances. He had fallen from a building. The police believe he was either murdered or committed suicide.

While I can empathise with people who want justice, I know justice only prolongs one's suffering. I believe the only way one can really move on is to forgive. At the same time, I appreciate that it can be really hard to forgive for two reasons. First, as much as you want to let go, you're constantly haunted by memories of old hurt. Second, society has been structured in such a way to prolong the agony. Where will lawyers, the police, and insurance companies be if no one wanted to convict anyone and everyone practised forgiveness?

Years ago, I went to see this counsellor because I believed I needed therapy for childhood sexual abuse. She was coming from the spiritual approach. She said I should forgive. I couldn't accept this. My rationale was "How can I forgive when the perpetrators refuse to admit they've done wrong?" I wasn't in the place of forgiveness; I still believed in the dream that some situations haunt you forever. I also believed therapy could help me come to terms with the experience. After that first session I never saw that counsellor again. I got myself a real psychotherapist who psychoanalysed me for about 6 months until one day I woke up and realised I was neither a survivor nor a victim; which was just as well as it was getting too expensive, and I was a student at the time.

Though I believed I had transcended the victim/survivor identity, I hadn't quite forgiven the "perpetrators." Years later my mother's friend came to stay the night. Her son had abused me but she had no knowledge of this. I stayed out late so I could avoid her. She decided to stay for an extra night. The next morning she asked me for some energy healing. I realised the Universe had set me up good and proper. I was being given the opportunity to forgive. While I was giving her healing I felt myself being released from all the resentment I felt towards the "abusers."

Now I have come full circle and agree with the spiritual counsellor that the only way to end one's suffering is to forgive. How do you forgive? Well there are various rituals I practise that I now want to share.

In one ritual I imagine the person or persons standing in front of me. I also see light coming from my heart to theirs. If it's someone who has hurt me, I say:

Step one
I forgive you for all the hurt you caused me in thought, word, or deed.
[I repeat until I feel at peace].

Step two
I bless you with love.

If it's someone I've hurt, I say:

Step one
Please forgive me for the hurt I caused you in thought, word, or deed.
[I imagine light coming from the other to me].

Step two
I bless you with love.

If I've asked for forgiveness I need to forgive myself.

Step one
I forgive myself for all the hurt I've caused in thought, word, or deed.
[I repeat this until I feel at peace].

Step two
I bless myself with love.

In another ritual, I see everyone as projections of myself. Therefore, the only one that needs forgiving and love is me. I tell myself "I am sorry, I love you" until I feel at peace. See Charity Begins and Ends at Home

Another way to forgive is to love no matter what. When someone is behaving in a way that I find hurtful, I bless him with love. See Love Heals, Love Restores

There are times when another type of forgiveness is needed. Let me digress for a moment.

In the sci-fi television series, Startrek, the crew carry hand phasers that have three settings. If a crew doesn't want to kill someone he sets the phaser to stun, and the victim is left unconscious. If it's a life or death situation, the phaser is set to kill and the obvious happens. There are the odd occasions when an alien is so powerful the phaser is set at the highest setting which dissolves the alien into nothing.

Similarly, there have been times when I have not felt a release after practising a forgiveness ritual or I have found it hard to forgive. This is when I ask God/Love to forgive through me. What Love does is It dissolves emotions of hurt and pain and replaces it with love. I don't worry about how love is manifested, I simply trust in love. I believe this method of forgiveness is effective for all kinds of healing including war torn areas and families that have been traumatised.

I love you all.

Enocia

Related articles: Love Principles; Understanding; Law and Grace

Roarger, the Lion

2006-08-02T11:12:00.000Z

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

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

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

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

Here are a few lion symbols:

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

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The Lion

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

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

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

Love Principles

2006-08-01T10:21:00.000Z

"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." (Psalm 37: 4-5)
In a previous article called Let Yourself Be Pampered, I talked about trusting in the Universe. There are, however, principles involved. The following experience demonstrates these principles.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

All is love.
I trust in love.

Enocia

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

Let Yourself Be Pampered

2006-07-31T11:22:00.000Z

"Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you: For every one that asketh receiveth; and he that seeketh findeth; and to him that knocketh it shall be opened." (Matthew 6: 7-8)
I once had a CACI beauty treatment on my face, which is like having a face lift without the pain. The therapist told me I didn't need it. It was a heavenly treat.

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

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

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

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

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

Enocia

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Rebels

2006-07-31T09:21:00.000Z

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

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

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

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

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

She nodded.

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

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

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

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

She shook her head.

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

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

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

I pointed to my chin.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She smiled. She did have a lovely smile.

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

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

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

Enocia

Solid, Liquid, and Gas

2006-07-30T12:24:00.000Z

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

Similarly God is solid, liquid, and gas.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

All is one.

Enocia

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Consciousness Raising

2006-07-29T12:10:00.000Z

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Verse Two: Fresh Prince

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

Enocia

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One Soul

2006-07-28T14:06:00.000Z

Yesterday, this quote attracted my attention.

"Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same." Emily Bronte
On the bus journey home a young man sat beside me. He got busy fiddling with his mobile phone. Another guy came on and sat in front of him. They soon got chatting about music. It turned out they were both from Zimbabwe.

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

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

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

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

One love, one heart.

Enocia

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Life is One Continuous Beam

2006-07-27T12:25:00.000Z

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

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

What are the benefits of beaming?

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

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

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

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

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

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

Here's beaming at you kids.

Enocia

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Be Like a Chair

2006-07-27T10:22:00.000Z

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

A chair is both form and formlessness.

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

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

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

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

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

Enocia

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Who is Really in Charge?

2006-07-25T09:44:00.000Z

Another bus journey home.

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

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

Oh my God! I know that symbol.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I AM is in charge.

Enocia

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

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

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

Sarah: "And the internal compass is?"

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

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

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

Sarah: "You mean as a percentage?"

Dr. Neruda: "Try and estimate."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I am Love; All is Love

2006-07-24T11:23:00.000Z

All is love.

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

The universe is love

All is love

Love is infinite
Love is eternal

I am love

Enocia

I am Always Here

2006-07-23T11:12:00.000Z

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I am always Here.

Enocia

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Peace that Passes all Understanding

2006-07-22T11:58:00.001Z

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

All is Peace.

Enocia

Breaking the Cycle; Being Myself

2006-07-20T15:37:00.000Z

It's the nature of the sun to shine.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I am What I am.

Enocia

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