Friday, 31 October 2008

Love is Whether It's Scrambled or Unscrambled

"You can judge and resist and deny and correct all you like, but the more you resist, the more it will persist. But if you accept, it will either resonate or evaporate. Because love is truth, error evaporates in its presence just like darkness evaporates in the presence of light. Truth doesn’t destroy it, Truth doesn’t cause it to evaporate, Truth doesn’t nuke it out of existence. Truth is just Truth, and error evaporates because Truth reveals that it’s just not there." Seeing with God's Eyes by Ben Gilberti
After my mother was burgled recently, my brother arranged for a CCTV to be installed outside which he believed would make her feel more secure. Mum loves her CCTV.

When I went home yesterday I noticed the picture on CCTV screen was all scrambled. My mother told me the CCTV had been playing up all day. While I was chatting to her about it, the screen came back on. My mother said "See, now that you're home, it's back on."

Then it was off again. My mother called my brother to arrange for him to contact the engineer to come and fix it.

In the meantime, I reminded myself of the truth of the situation. There is only One Power, One Love and One Reality. I then blessed the CCTV and my mother with love and gave the screen no further attention. The CCTV came back on. It was working perfectly when I left this morning.

Whether situations appear scrambled or unscrambled, Love is all there is.

Enocia

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Thursday, 30 October 2008

Why It's Important For Me to Keep It Simple

I've always loved simplicity. I'm always mindful of applying the KISS (Keep It Simple, Stupid) principle in my writings. My mother tells me she admires how I express myself in a way that anyone can understand.

Speaking of which, I received an email yesterday from a friend who reads my blogs, who is based in India. He said:

"EJ, I start looking at your articles in different way now. It means I am also using your articles to learn English."
My friend asked me about a word I had used and asked me to clarify.

It's amazing how God meets everyone's needs. One man's article is another's English lesson.

I'd better make sure my grammar is up to scratch then from now on. I wouldn't want to mislead my number one student. ;-)

Enocia

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Wednesday, 29 October 2008

I'm Feeling Good!

"There is no life, truth, intelligence, nor substance in matter. All is infinite Mind and its infinite manifestation, for God is All-in-all. Spirit is immortal Truth; matter is mortal error. Spirit is the real and eternal; matter is the unreal and temporal. Spirit is God, and man is His image and likeness. Therefore man is not material; he is spiritual." Mary Baker Eddy, Science and Health with Keys to the Scriptures

When my mother asked me how I was feeling this morning, I said: "I'm feeling fantastic, mum! It's a wonderful day and I'm feeling good."

I didn't see any point telling her I had woken up with a stiff neck and that my back was quite sore because the aches and pains are really nothing. I prefer to focus on the truth of who I am as my True Self which is real and unchanging.

My True Self is like the sun that is constantly shining whether it's night or day.
My True Self is like the boundless sky that remains the same whether it's cloudy or not.
My True Self is like electricity that is constantly flowing whether I am plugged in or not.

My True Self is inexhaustible... abundance, beauty, bliss, freedom, goodness, joy, love, light, peace, power, wholeness, and wisdom.

The unchanging nature of the True Self reminds me of a recent episode of Spooks, which is a fictional drama series that follows the work of MI5 Intelligence Officers in their fight to prevent various crimes and terror attacks. One agent has recently been released after being imprisoned by the Russians for eight years. He's released on the proviso that he becomes a double-agent. He discovers his ex-wife is his Russian handler (contact) and she asks him to get some information. To prove himself, he passes sensitive information to his Russian boss. When his British colleagues challenge him about his actions, he tells them he's not working for the Russians but just pretending he is. By his actions, he finally proves himself to his MI5 colleagues which side he's really on. When his ex-wife demands to know why he's let the Russians down, he comes clean about his true identity. He tells her that he's always been an MI5 agent. He said before they married he was MI5; when he was in prison he was MI5; after he was released and passing himself off as a double-agent he was MI5. He is and will always be MI5.

In the same respect, I am the True Self. No matter what the appearances I am the True Self. I have always been and will always be the True Self.

After I've reminded myself of who I am, I then rest in stillness and let the True Self express as the equivalent human experience, which in this case is healing.

In case you're wondering how I'm feeling. I'm feeling good, naturally.

Enocia

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Tuesday, 28 October 2008

It is All Nothing - Revisited

The real Me is Infinite Self/Light that has always been and will always be.

Infinite Self is boundlessness, freedom and limitlessness.

Nothing can be added to or taken away from Infinite Self.

Infinite Self is like having a bank account with a limitless balance. No amount of spending can make a dent on that bank account. No matter how much money I give away, the bank balance remains the same.

The principle of "It is all nothing" (which is also the name of this blog), is a reality check and constant reminder of who I am as Infinite Self.

No matter how loving I am, it is all nothing because the real Me is infinitely more loving.

No matter how powerful I am, it is all nothing because the real Me is infinitely more powerful.

No matter how wise I am, it is all nothing because the real Me is infinitely wiser.

No matter how wonderful my life experiences are, it is all nothing because the real Me is infinitely more wonderful.

No matter how beautiful I am, it is all nothing because the real Me is infinitely more beautiful.

No matter how alive I feel, it is all nothing because the real Me is infinitely more alive.

No matter how peaceful I feel, it is all nothing because the real Me is infinitely more peaceful.

No matter how happy I am, it is all nothing because the real Me is infinitely happier.

No matter how wealthy I am, it is all nothing because the real Me is infinitely more wealthy.

No matter how many hundreds, thousands, millions or zillions of years I live for, it is all nothing because the real Me is Life eternal.

What incentive is there then to experience life if it makes no difference to Infinite Self?

The incentive is that I am always open to experience even more of who I am. In other words, I expect life to get better and better and better.

It is all nothing.
The real Me - Infinite Self, Love-Light - is all there is.

Enocia

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Monday, 27 October 2008

Creation is Making Something Out of Nothing

Everything is nothing. By this I mean all things are inherently empty of meanings save the meanings each individual ascribes to them. To create is to make something out of nothing. Put another way, when I ascribe meanings to nothing I am dreaming. It matters not whether I'm asleep or awake, as long as I'm making something out of nothing it is still a dream. Just because a dream is tangible and appears real doesn't mean it is real. It is still inherently nothing.

I happen to be a huge fan of advertising as an art form. There is one particular advert for a pharmacist, however, that I can't stand. In my "expert" opinion (yeah right!) everything about it is all wrong, including the story line, the models, the music. Each time it comes on and I hear the music it makes me cringe. My reaction has obviously given it a lot of power because a pop group recently released a cover version of the song being used in that advert. (I won't mention the song as I don't want to give it further energy. Hehe!) After I heard the group performing the song, I decided to get my own back and stopped giving the advert and the song further meaning. Now I'm no longer bothered by the advert or the song. I even found myself humming it the other day.

There's a new advert for some car at the moment on television, which I believe is a perfect example of advert as art. I love the music and the graphics; though the advert can't be that brilliant if I can't remember the model of the car. My mother's reaction to the advert is that it gives her a headache. As soon as it comes on she either turns the volume down or puts it on mute.

The other day while I was in the library, they were testing out the smoke alarm. They had already warned users to expect some disruption. I wasn't bothered at all. When I spoke to one of the security guards, he told me he had a splitting headache because of the alarm and if it continued he was going to have to complain.

The experiences I have described are examples of creation/dreaming; making something out of nothing. The advert I didn't like is nothing but I made it into a something by reacting to it. The advert my mother takes umbrage to is nothing, yet it gives her a headache. The smoke alarm is nothing but the security guard found it gave him a headache. This means I am always creating by making something out of nothing. When I don't wish a dream to continue, like being bothered by the advert, I simply dismiss it as nothing in rather the same way I do when I wake up from a sleeping dream. The only time a dream can spill over from my sleeping state into my waking state is when I choose for it to continue.

For instance, a couple of months back I had a sleeping dream about an ex-boyfriend. In the dream I met up with him by accident. Then the dream changed and I found myself in another venue where I was with two friends and he turned up there. He said he had planned to meet someone as well. My ex invited us to his house and gave us a tour and played some music from his album. When I woke out of that dream, it was so vivid that I wondered if it was going to happen in this waking dream. I decided the dream doesn't have to come "true" if I don't want it to. It's all up to me and how I want to play it. I still kept thinking of my friend and wondered how he was. The last time I heard from him was about a year ago when we exchanged emails briefly then we stopped corresponding. I decided it would be fun getting in contact with him again so I emailed him. After that we exchanged lots of funny emails reliving old memories. Then I didn't hear from him for a while. I presumed he'd gone into work mode.

Then recently I received a phishing letter asking for my email account details. In other words, I had made a something out of nothing. The sender took over my email account and started sending out bogus emails to my contacts list. As I haven't memorised all my friend's email addresses, I had no way of notifying them of the situation unless of course they remembered to check my blog and obtain my alternative email address. My ex-boyfriend was easy to contact because all I had to do was look up his website and get his email address. He told me he hadn't received any dodgy emails. He apologised for not being in contact as he's been busy working with an artist in the studio. He said he'd just moved to a bigger studio and wondered if we could meet up soon so he could show me his studio and play me some of his music. I agreed to meet up. It would seem that the Universe, the Master Illusionist, has conspired to make something out of my nothing dream.

How can I dissolve an undesirable experience that I have consciously or unconsciously dreamed up? In other words, how can I get rid of a nothing that is persistently trying to pass itself off as something? By seeing it for what it is as a nothing.

Nothing has no power except the power I give it.
Nothing has no meaning except the meaning I give it.
Nothing has no reality except the reality I give it.
Nothing cannot harm me or anyone.

I believe it's not enough to see what I don't like or want to experience as nothing, it's important to see everything as nothing. That's how one dissolves the dream of duality. Therefore, whether my experiences are happy or sad, uplifting or depressing, good or bad; they are all nothing.

This personality called Enocia is also a nothing.

The only thing that's real is that which never changes, the Light of pure awareness behind all creations and expressions.

Enocia

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The Movement of Creation

Yesterday, I had another interesting bowel movement of creation worth recording on my blog.

After I had finished doing number twos and flushed, I noticed three poos still remained.

There was a heart shape poo attached to another one of around the same size. There was a tiny one separated from the two. To me, the poos that were joined in love represents the Father/Mother Creator while the little poo represents the son/daughter creation.

After my second flush, the son/daughter was flushed away but the Father/Mother remained. I saw this as symbolising the illusion of separation. Man is never separated from its Father/Mother Source but he can delude himself that he is; and his delusion ends up feeling very much real to him.

After the third flush the Father/Mother Creator was dissolved into the void. This represents the moment when I realise that all is nothing, inherently empty, and have no meaning except the meanings I ascribe to them.

My poos have no meanings but I have made them meaningful.

Enocia

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Nothing Cannot Harm You

The following article, which is a timely reminder, was previously posted at my Home Sweet Home! blog.

Enocia

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Tuesday, March 21, 2006

Nothing Cannot Harm You

Every morning I receive ideas that are usually previews of how my day is going to unfold. Yesterday, Robert Louis Stevenson's poem, My Shadow, came to mind.


I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me,
And what can be the use of him is more than I can see.
He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head;
And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed.
I believe the shadow is the counterfeit version of self that mimics Reality/God every step of the way. The shadow has created his own mind which most humans share. It is this mind that makes people live in fear. The shadow is like a nightmare that can seem very real and terrifying, but it is nothing and should be treated as such.

Yesterday evening on my bus ride home I sat next to this young lady. She was speaking on her mobile phone. I caught snippets of her conversation. She talked about lying awake at night terrified for herself and her family. When she finished her conversation, I had a strong urge to speak to her. The moment I had the thought she looked at me expectantly, or so it appeared, and looked away. I asked her if she was OK. She said she was fine. I told her there was nothing for her to fear. She said she's been having recurring nightmares about her family. I told her they weren't real. I shared a dream I once had that seemed very scary but it turned out to be nothing.

Years ago while I was visiting a cousin in America, I had a nightmare where I saw one of my flatmates (house/room mate) had been stabbed. I was very close to her and thought of her as my little sister. At first I was very worried but then I thought to myself that she wasn't the type to get herself in that situation. I went back to sleep and had the same dream. I refused to believe she would be harmed in any way. The next morning I told my cousin about my dream. He suggested I phone home to check but I refused. I decided it wasn't worth thinking about. When I returned from holidays I heard my flatmate had got into a fight with her boyfriend. He pulled out a knife and was going to attack her but our other flatmates stopped him and chucked him out of the house.

I told my friend on the bus that I had refused to believe in the nightmare and my friend was fine. I told her there was nothing for her to worry about; that there's nothing but good and that her family is perfectly safe.

Last night I watched a documentary on television called The Seven Year Old Surgeon about a young genius in India.


"An only child, Akrit's parents realised that he was different when he started talking and walking at just 10 months old.

"By the time he was five, he was reading Shakespearean plays in English and begging to sit in at his local doctor's surgery so he could learn how to operate. "My parents explained that I was very clever," he recalls. "But I never felt out of the ordinary."

"When he was seven, however, Akrit performed complicated surgery on a girl in his village of Nurpur, in the Himalayan mountains."
The 12 year old boy is now studying for a bachelor of science degree. His goal is to find a cure for cancer which he believes he will achieve. The documentary followed Akrit's trip to the Imperial College in London where he met other scientists and shared his vision with them.

I believe Akrit's intention to end human suffering is very commendable. However, trying to cure cancer is the equivalent of believing your nightmare is real and afraid it will harm you. A dream, pleasant or frightening, is still a dream. It is a thought form you have built up into something when it is nothing. Some nightmares, like diseases, are being dreamed up collectively. So what if you find a cure for cancer? People are only going to dream up something else to replace it. The best solution for anyone going through the experience is to dismiss it as nothing.

Nothing cannot harm anyone.

With love,
Enocia

My Shadow
Robert Louis Stevenson

I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me,
And what can be the use of him is more than I can see.
He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head;
And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed.

The funniest thing about him is the way he likes to grow—
Not at all like proper children, which is always very slow;
For he sometimes shoots up taller like an India-rubber ball,
And he sometimes gets so little that there’s none of him at all.

He hasn’t got a notion of how children ought to play,
And can only make a fool of me in every sort of way.
He stays so close beside me, he’s a coward you can see;
I’d think shame to stick to nursie as that shadow sticks to me!

One morning, very early, before the sun was up,
I rose and found the shining dew on every buttercup;
But my lazy little shadow, like an arrant sleepy-head,
Had stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep in bed

Sunday, 26 October 2008

A Real Classic - 2

I just LOVE Torvill and Dean's Paso Doble. Every time I watch this video it moves me to tears.

Enjoy.

Enocia

Saturday, 25 October 2008

Everyone's Blogging these Days...Even a Potted Plant

Check out this article: Blogging plant posts daily news on its mood.

Perhaps, Agnes, my mother's potted plant, will be inspired to blog how she's feeling. I could even channel Agnes and share her thoughts on life and the universe.

Happy blogging whether you're human, plant or animal!

Enocia

Related article: Unconditional Love

Making Everything Up

The following article was previously posted at my Lucid Dreamer blog.

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Friday, March 23, 2007

Making Everything Up

In a previous post I wrote about how I had a craving for some tissue paper (toilet paper), which I love eating. Someone in the library I was working in left a box of tissue paper and I helped myself to a few.

Now, if there are foods that are supposed to be good and right to eat, why didn't the Universe issue me with the following warning?

"Enocia, thou shalt not eat tissue paper or thou shalt surely die!"

The Universe doesn't care nor is IT affected by my laws and judgments. The need went out and the need was supplied. Whether I choose to blow my nose on it, eat it, or wipe my backside on it is my affair.

When I shared my tissue experience with my mother she asked me what I liked about eating tissue paper.

"It's no different from eating chocolate." I said.
"Come on, tissue paper can't taste like chocolate, it's not proper food."
"For me it is. It has that lovely melt-in-the-mouth texture and has a sweet moreish flavour that gives me so much joy."

Mum wasn't convinced but she said she could understand because babies tend to put anything into their mouths, even dirt, until their parents wean them out of that behaviour.

"Babies don't consider things as harmful, they are socialised into it," I said.
"Yes, but there are things that can harm babies like sharp instruments," mum said.
"Well, I'm not too sure about that. Remember we watched that documentary about people who could pierce themselves with knives and not get injured. It's only because we've come to accept ourselves as a body that can be harmed that we are injured."
"Yes, I see what you mean.

Everything in its essence is innocent. There is no concept of good or evil, things simply are. When babies put things in their mouths they are simply exploring their environments without judgment. It is society that programmes them into what is right and wrong. Don't eat this! Don't eat that! Don't touch this or that! We end up with people with lots of judgments, which they are dreaming up anyway. Is it any wonder mankind has dreamed up so many diseases? Where there are many dream diseases there have to be many dream cures.

The truth is I am Spirit and as Spirit I don't need to eat anything. Rules of feeding, diets and nutrition are dreams, all made up stuff.

Since it's all made up, food is what I believe it is.

Here's someone who has his own idea about diets.


"Michel Lotito (France) is known as Monsieur Mangetout ('Mr Eat Everything') because he has been eating metal and glass since 1959. Since 1966, he has consumed 18 bicycles, 15 supermarket trolleys, 7 TV sets, 6 chandeliers, 2 beds, a pair of skis, a computer and a Cessna light aircraft. He is also said to have provided the only example in history of a coffin ending up inside a man. By October 1997, Monsieur Mangetout had eaten nearly 9 tonnes (19,840 lb) of metal. Despite this 'iron' constitution, he claims that bananas and hard boiled eggs make him sick." (Guinness World Records 2006, p. 27)
Bon appetit!

Enocia

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I Heart You

This morning after I had finished doing number twos and flushed, there was one poo left standing. Not again! Why won't you flush? It was then I realised it was a heart shape poo.

OK, poo, I heart you too. Now will you go away? After the second flush, my love poo was flushed away.

Hmmm, I wonder if I should keep a journal of my poo activities or is that considered to be too poo-litically incorrect?

All is love, even poos.

Enocia

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Friday, 24 October 2008

It is All Nothing

The following article was previously posted at my Vector8 Journals blog.

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Thursday, February 10, 2005

It Is All Nothing!

Years ago, I was out with my boyfriend at the time when we met up with his old friend who was with his partner. They spoke for a few minutes but he didn't introduce me to his friend. I introduced myself. We shook hands, said hello and goodbye. I was fuming. How come he didn't introduce me as his girlfriend? Maybe he was ashamed of me. Maybe introducing me as his girlfriend suggested commitment which he wasn't prepared to acknowledge in public. I was already insecure enough as it is and this only added more fuel to the fire.

When we returned to his car I asked him why he hadn't introduced me. He said he felt very uncomfortable and embarrassed because he couldn't remember his friend's name. It was that simple.

Let's take a hypothetical example. You have sent an email that is intended to provoke a response but you haven't received a response. It could be because (a) the email wasn't delivered; (b) the email was received, read and deleted without response; (c) Your email address has been marked as Spam, therefore, it is automatically deleted. If you, the sender, is not aware of this you could create stories about the why and how. You could get angry and imagine all sorts of scenarios. Your fantasies attract similar situations confirming your worst fears etc, all because of nothing. Before you know it you are living a life based purely on fantasy. In the meantime, the sender is blissfully ignorant of the sender's delusions.

Let us return to the experience I had with my ex-boyfriend. He hadn't introduced me to his friend because he couldn't remember his name. Before I was made aware of this vital information, I built up fantasies. Those fantasies had a cause: my insecurity based on past experiences in other relationships, going further back to my childhood, further back to a previous life, another previous life...ad infinitum. What happened to the resentment I'd harboured towards my boyfriend when I found out the truth, when I realised there is no cause? The emotions, the fickle dreams that they were, dissolved into nothing. I returned to my blissful nature...until the next delusion. Hahaha!

This is how we make a big deal out of nothing.

In Autobiography of a Yogi, the wife of the Yogi, Lahiri Mahasaya, relates to the author how it took her years to realise her husband's identity as God-realised. When she finally "woke up," her husband initiated her into Kriya Yoga. It didn't take her very long though to go back to "sleep" and dream new expectations of her husband.

"I will confess a sin which I committed against my guru-husband. Some months after my initiation, I began to feel forlorn and neglected. One morning Lahiri Mahasaya entered this little room to fetch an article; I quickly followed him. Overcome by violent delusion, I addressed him scathingly.

"'You spend all your time with the disciples. What about your responsibilities for your wife and children? I regret that you do not interest yourself in providing more money for the family.'

"The master glanced at me for a moment, then lo! he was gone. Awed and frightened, I heard a voice resounding from every part of the room:

"'It is all nothing, don't you see? How could a nothing like me produce riches for you?'

"'Guruji,' I cried, 'I implore pardon a million times! My sinful eyes can see you no more; please appear in your sacred form.'

"'I am here.' This reply came from above me. I looked up and saw the master materialize in the air, his head touching the ceiling. His eyes were like blinding flames. Beside myself with fear, I lay sobbing at his feet after he had quietly descended to the floor.

"'Woman,' he said, 'seek divine wealth, not the paltry tinsel of earth. After acquiring inward treasure, you will find that outward supply is always forthcoming.' He added, 'One of my spiritual sons will make provision for you.'

"My guru's words naturally came true; a disciple did leave a considerable sum for our family." An Interview with the Sacred Mother
In the above example, the guru demonstrated how he could dismiss the dream of his body into nothing, which helped wake his wife up from her delusions. The problem with delusions is they can continue for years and years deceiving you into believing they are real, possibly for eternity, unless you wake up to the truth that it is all a dream.

In another part of the same book, Yogananda describes how during meditation he felt himself in another man's body who was about to die. Yogananda couldn't tell whether it was his body or not.

"As I closed my eyes in meditation, my consciousness was suddenly transferred to the body of a captain in command of a battleship. The thunder of guns split the air as shots were exchanged between shore batteries and the ship's cannons. A huge shell hit the powder magazine and tore my ship asunder. I jumped into the water, together with the few sailors who had survived the explosion.

Heart pounding, I reached the shore safely. But alas! a stray bullet ended its furious flight in my chest. I fell groaning to the ground. My whole body was paralyzed, yet I was aware of possessing it as one is conscious of a leg gone to sleep.

"At last the mysterious footstep of Death has caught up with me," I thought. With a final sigh, I was about to sink into unconsciousness when lo! I found myself seated in the lotus posture in my Gurpar Road room.

Hysterical tears poured forth as I joyfully stroked and pinched my regained possession—a body free from any bullet hole in the breast. I rocked to and fro, inhaling and exhaling to assure myself that I was alive. Amidst these self-congratulations, again I found my consciousness transferred to the captain's dead body by the gory shore. Utter confusion of mind came upon me.

"Lord," I prayed, "am I dead or alive?"

A dazzling play of light filled the whole horizon. A soft rumbling vibration formed itself into words:

"What has life or death to do with Light? In the image of My Light I have made you. The relativities of life and death belong to the cosmic dream. Behold your dreamless being! Awake, my child, awake!" The Law of Miracles
If it is all nothing, what exactly is this nothing? People have given this nothingness various names: Uncaused, Brahman, Consciousness, Reality, Source, Emptiness, Void. I see it as the Uncaused. As the name suggests, the Uncaused is causeless. It is nothing. And yet it would appear that infinite forms and universes originate in the Uncaused. This I find to be false.

For some time now, I have been joggling two views of reality which seem to be a paradox. There is the reality of cause/effect: every action has a cause whether you believe in God as a First Cause or human thought as a cause, there is always a cause. Then there is the Uncaused i.e. there is no cause to any experience or action, they come out of nothing. The above examples, where people make a fuss over nothing, resolves the Uncaused/cause-effect paradox. When clearly understood, there is no paradox. The Uncaused is reality. The Uncaused is not the origin of fantasies and dreams. Why? Because the Uncaused creates nothing. To create something requires a beginning and an end. The Uncaused has no beginning or end, It simply is.

Earlier today, I emailed a friend describing an experience I had a while back during meditation when I saw myself as a dark formless entity with vortexes of light emerging from me. These lights appeared to be origins of new universes. I haven't thought about this experience for some time until recently when I've been exploring the Uncaused. What if the universes are dreams which come out of nothing? It doesn't mean that the formless entity is the originator of these dreams, it just appears that way.

There are many stories and myths about who we are and why we are here, and we have created a concept of a God and what S/He is. Many have theorised that the universe has an origin. Either the Universe has always existed, which suggests it is the Uncaused appearing; or it has an origin. If the universe has an origin it is a dream that is not of the Uncaused. Then you are living in a dream of cause/effect where you dream up reasons why such and such is such and such. And so the onion layers of skin build up until it gets to a point when you can no longer tell the difference between truth and illusion. What is truth when it is all a dream?

Here are few more examples of how we make a fuss over nothing.

My body is Uncaused and yet I experience it as cause/effect. There are times when I only have one meal a day, late at night. I don't even drink anything and yet I still have the urge to have a pee. Why would I want to have a pee when I haven't drunk anything? Science, education and our programming tell us that our body is composed of water, therefore, excess fluid has to be excreted. There is always a cause. I sometimes wake up in the middle of the night wanting to have a pee. If I can't be bothered to get up, I simply switch into silence, the uncaused. My sense of Self is formless and I seem to forget what it means to urinate, hence, no need to pee. When I am meditating or in silence, I have no thoughts about "call of nature." Why? Because the "call of nature" is the dream that has no part in the Uncaused. The Uncaused never created it, therefore, it is coming from nothing and is therefore a nothing. I can dream it is something and continue the cycle of needing to have a pee etc, but it will not change the truth that the Uncaused is.

Take women's periods which is another fantasy. That was never created by the Uncaused which has no beginning or end. Menstruation occurs in monthly cycles. How can the ever-existing, timeless Uncaused have created an event that occurs in cycles? Having periods is a huge fuss over nothing. Periods seem very real for a lot of women. Multi-billion industries have come out of serving the needs of women by manufacturing sanitary towels and tampons, yet it is all based on a dream, one billions of women experience as reality. It is nothing. Naturally, the manufacturers need to keep this dream going so they could continue to make massive profits.

Here I am using the Internet which is supposed to make communication a lot easier between us. Yeah right! Another dream coming out of nothing. Why would I need to communicate when there is only one Consciousness? The One is forever One and therefore speaking to itself. Near where I live there is a black cat I've spotted a few times running across the road. I happen to love cats. I've learned not to waste my breath calling out to cats (or any other animal for that matter). All I have to do is simply say "hello" in thought and the cat always looks back at me. S/he is acknowledging our oneness in the void.

What can I say about the food industry and the dreams about what one should eat or not eat? What about the dreams from the medical industry about sickness and health? I could go on and on but I haven’t much dream time. (smile)

Life is a dream made out of nothing, which makes all of us dreamers. We are dreaming lives - individually and collectively - that have nothing to do with the Uncaused, that is beginningless, endless and unchanging.

Here's the good news: if you can make yourself sick, angry, jealous, fearful, happy, joyful, depressed, out of nothing, it shows how powerful we all are as dreamers. We can dream up grander and more beautiful dreams effortlessly as we already know how to make a big deal out of nothing. The only snag is when you forget you are dreaming and take it seriously. This is when you need the opt-out clause like the one Lahiri Mahasaya used to snap his wife out of her delusion: "It is all nothing." Or as I would say, "There is no cause!"

The bottom line is that life, for me, is about waking up from all dreams. Only then am I truly free to dream or not to dream with full awareness that it is all nothing.

Enocia

For related dream stories see Senseless Figures; Ask Me No Questions and I'll Tell You No Lies

Thursday, 23 October 2008

Boundlessness, Freedom, Limitlessness


Thinking Outside the Box - Revisited

While I was waiting for my bus, it was pelting down with rain. I was so grateful when my bus arrived. Alas, it was packed full and there were no seats available. I didn't fancy standing up all the way home, which takes about 45 minutes. I could also do with catching up on some sleep, which I prefer having sitting down than standing up.

During the journey the automated Announcer asked passengers to move down inside the bus. Then the Announcer said, "More seats are available on the upper deck."

Bemused passengers stared at one another. I knew we were all sharing the one thought: How can there be seats available at the upper deck when this is a single deck bus?

"Unless they expect us to climb on the roof," I addressed two passengers standing next to me. "Not in this weather."

We had a giggle.

After the third announcement about seats available on the upper deck, I thought to myself. What if the Announcer is encouraging us to think outside the box? This bus might look like it's only a single deck with fewer seats, but if I believe there are seats "upstairs" a seat is bound to become available. Suddenly, right near where I was standing, a passenger got up to leave and I got a seat.

See, it pays to think outside the box.

I asked my friend if he could create a cartoon for this bus journey and he came up with this cracking one:



Gene, you're an absolute genius! Thank you!

Enocia

Oops Cartoon by Gene Nelson

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Holy Shit! - Revisited

WARNING: PLEASE NOTE THIS POST IS NOT FOR THE SQUEAMISH! I RECOMMEND YOU DON'T READ IF YOU ARE OF A SENSITIVE DISPOSITION!

When I woke up this morning, I did number twos. I don't usually record all my poo experiences for posterity, but this morning's was rather unusual.

As usual, my poos were tiny pebbles that just float around. After I flushed all but two remained. They danced around the bowl until the water was still, then they came together like two lovers reunited. I thought to myself, those two poos are one in love.

After a few minutes, I flushed for the second time. The poos did the same dance routine and separated until the water was still and they were back together.

WTF is going on here?

After the third flush the poos still wouldn't budge and remained together.

After the fourth flush one of the poos finally said goodbye.

At that time I was quite curious about this and asked my mother if she ever had this problem. She said sometimes her poos are so large they get stuck at the bottom. I told her mine are always tiny pebbles that float, which may very well be because I supplement my diet with lots of toilet paper that I love to snack on. My mother believed my poos stayed put because they were so light.

When I flushed for the fifth time, the lone poo finally went away.

I was wondering why it had taken me five attempts to get rid of my poos until I saw my friend's cartoon called "Royal Flush" which he'd forwarded by email.



Aha, now it makes sense why my poos had taken five attempts to be flushed away because they had been acting out the "Royal Flush" as per my friend's cartoon. Note there are five cards.

This also demonstrates that there is only ONE here. Therefore, when I do number twos we are all doing number twos.

Holy shit!

I can't wait to share this story with my mother and my friend who originated the cartoon.

Enocia

Oops Cartoon by Gene Nelson

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Wednesday, 22 October 2008

Are the Pink Cloud Entities Taking Over?

See the following article about a pink light that appeared in the London sky: Pictured: The mystery pink light that appeared over London.

While I was reading about the pink light in the newspaper, I looked outside and noticed the clouds were pink. When I went home and turned the television on, I caught the tail-end of a documentary, I've never seen before, called "Light, Camera, Animals." They were filming two poodles whose coats had been dyed pink.

By the way, my hair gel is called "Pink" and it is pink; my eye-liner pencil sharpener is pink; the baby moisturiser I use on my skin is not only in a pink container, the cream is actually pink. I didn't purposely set out to buy pink stuff, they just happen to be the ones I like. Alas, I have no pink outfits or shoes.

As much as I love things pink, my favourite colour is actually purple. In fact, my Real Self as Spirit/Energy is purple not pink. Lovers of all things purple might appreciate this website. Purple People.

Enocia

Related article: "Pink Cloud" Syndrome

Tuesday, 21 October 2008

Advertising Campaign

I noticed an advert on television for a product. The advert talks about how we need to protect ourselves from those invisible germs that lurk after you've washed your hands. The advert stresses how important it is to use this particular product to get rid of those buggers. In the advert, a mother is disinfecting her kitchen table to protect her baby. Awww, bless!

That reminds me, when my mother had a cold recently, I forgot to disinfect the remote control before I touched it. I even forgot to disinfect the kitchen, bathroom, living room, and everywhere my mother had been in the house. No wonder I felt so good the whole time she had the cold! I know I should be carrying the disinfectant with me when I use public facilities such as buses, bookshops and libraries where I'm bound to touch other people's germs, but I really can't be bothered.

To the manufacturers of disinfectants, I know you mean well but it's really too much hassle for me to think about disinfecting wherever I am. I would rather just trust in Love as the only power and reality, if that's alright with you.

All the best with your advertising campaign though.

Enocia

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Some Thoughts about Obama

While I was relaxing at the bookshop, I had a thought about the upcoming American elections. I thought about how politics tend to polarise people into Conservatives or Labour; Republicans or Democrats. As a woman of colour I'm expected to support Labour or any party that represents the "underdogs." I've never bought into any of those ideas nor do I support any organisation based on race, gender or creed. I simply follow my heart. When I've voted it's always been a decision I've made on the day which has always been between me and the ballot paper.

Even though I am not rooting for either of the candidates I thought it would be interesting to see how the American elections unfold between John McCain and Obama. What's Obama's first name again? How can I not remember his name when he's in the news practically every day? Is it John? No, not John. Peter, James, Philip? Damn it, why can't I remember his name? If I had access to the Internet I would have just Googled it. I could check the Autobiography section, as I know he's got a book out, but I can't be bothered.

I decided to play the game of remembering. I visualised someone standing in front of me giving me the answer which I ate. OK, any moment now Obama's first name is going to pop up in my consciousness or someone is going to say his name out loud. I could feel it with all my being. After a few minutes and still no joy, I asked the man sitting next to me what Obama's first name was. He told me it was Barack.

I went back to reading the book I had with me. I was vaguely aware that a shop assistant was busy putting books on shelves. When another shop assistant joined him, I was intrigued so I decided to eavesdrop their conversation. The shop assistant talked about the difference between autobiography and biography. They discussed books they'd read. Then one assistant picked up a book from the shelf and said: "Barack Obama. Have you read his autobiography?"

The other assistant said he hadn't. The one who had picked up the book said he was looking forward to the American elections. He said he intended to watch the elections unfold on different news channels at the same time so he could compare and contrast the different views. He said he had three televisions in his house. Then he moved to another part of the store.

I knew that scene had been played out for my benefit in response to my question.

Later at home, my mother and I watched the last episode of the documentary called Amazon where Bruce Parry explores the culture along the River Amazon. I decided to close my eyes and listen from the silence. At one point I heard Bruce referring to someone as Barack. After he'd called the name a few times, I opened my eyes and asked my mother whether Bruce had actually said "Barack."

"I think the name is Bereck but it sounds like Barack."

I told my mother about my earlier experience at the bookshop. I said I believed this documentary was the Universe's way of answering my question.

OK, Universe, I get it. Obama's first name is Barack! I won't forget it.

As for the American elections, I believe the winner will be the candidate whose vision is in perfect harmony with the heart of the American people.

Enocia

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Monday, 20 October 2008

It's Only Natural

While my mother and I were watching television she got up to go her bedroom. When she returned I asked her if she was attending her church Guild meeting the next day.

"No, I'm not," she said. "I've just checked the programme and don't find that particular speaker interesting."

"Oh, I see."

"It's amazing how you keep reading my mind. I remember another time when you did it."

"It's not that I'm reading your mind, mum, there is only one Mind. I just felt the urge to ask you that's all."

Later when she went to the bathroom, I thought I'd tease her by telling her how I knew she had gone to the toilet. On her way back she said, "What did you say?"

"I didn't say anything out loud but I thought it."

I told her what I'd been thinking.

It's no big deal being able to know what someone else is thinking when you know there is only ONE experiencing life. All I have to do is be still and the appropriate thoughts just pop up.

Being able to "read minds" is my natural state of being.

Enocia

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To Pee or Not to Pee?

Yesterday I decided to do nothing.

Actually, I spent the day reading and watching television. The weird thing was I kept getting the urge to have a pee. I must have gone to the toilet ten times. The funny thing is when I'm focused on writing, I can go for a whole day without having a pee.

To pee or not to pee, that is the question.*

Who cares, it's all a dream anyway.

Enocia

* I'm paraphrasing Hamlet: "To be, or not to be: that is the question." William Shakespeare

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The Truth of One Mind

The following was sent from a friend.

One Mind cannot hijack ideas from One Mind.
One Mind cannot conceive of stealing from One Mind
All ideas of One Mind live in harmony with all others
One Mind cannot suffer poverty, deprivation, hunger, nor can One Mind's infinite ideas
There are no limits to One Mind
Understanding One Mind will heal the belief in limits, wherever that belief seems to be held
Thank you, B.

Enocia

Related article: The Love Bail-Out

Friday, 17 October 2008

The Love Bail-Out

I have a principle that I live by which is:

There is only one Power/Love/Intelligence that is expressing Self as the all and in complete control. I call it the Cosmic Conductor. Love is active in every moment and always read to bail me out of any situation I find myself in. All I have to do is trust in Love.

Out of the above principle stems what I consider to be branches of beliefs as follows:

I believe life is a gift. Therefore, there is a gem in every moment. If I don't receive the gift in one moment, there are no judgments (unless I expect to be judged); there is always another opportunity to receive the gift or the next and next and next.

I believe the Universe is my ally. It doesn't matter how things appear or if people seem to be against me, they are always with me.

I believe everything I do has a purpose, whether I am conscious of it at the time or not.

I believe no matter what the situation or how dire the experience, it can be transformed into good. In other words, Love can transmute lead experiences into gold.

I believe in the power of prayers to heal, uplift and to bless. From time to time I put my name and names of loved ones on prayer/blessing lists.

When I find myself in a situation, these core beliefs kick in and I experience them as my life experiences.

Yesterday I was inspired to review two articles I'd written called Staying True to Self and How to Avoid a Divided Mind, which are reminders of how to transcend duality or split mind. When I'm seeing the world as them and us or taking sides, I'm not experiencing the ONE undivided Mind or Unity Consciousness. I was also inspired to read a passage from the Bible (as taught by Jesus), which I believe is another reminder of how to avoid a divided mind:


"43": Ye have heard that it hath been said, Thou shalt love thy neighbour, and hate thine enemy. "44": But I say unto you, Love your enemies, bless them that curse you, do good to them that hate you, and pray for them which despitefully use you, and persecute you; "45": That ye may be the children of your Father which is in heaven: for he maketh his sun to rise on the evil and on the good, and sendeth rain on the just and on the unjust. Matthew 5
Later on my way home I was inspired to stop off at the Internet shop to watch a video. As I was walking there, a gust of wind blew some grit in my eye but I didn't feel any irritation as I knew the grit as my ally. I was feeling really good and even hummed a song I really love called "Reach" by S Club 7. Part of the lyrics goes:


When the world, leaves you feeling blue
You can count on me, I will be there for you
When it seems, all your hopes and dreams
Are a million miles away, I will re-assure you

We've got to all stick together
Good friends, there for each other
Never ever forget that
I've got you and you've got me, so

Reach for the stars
Climb every mountain higher
Reach for the stars
Follow your hearts desire
Reach for the stars
And when that rainbow's shining over you
That's when your dreams will all come true
Reach, lyrics
I also admired the carpet of golden leaves on the pavements. That's Autumn for you, the season when the streets are paved with gold.

At the Internet shop I logged into my email address but couldn't get in. How very odd! After several attempts and no joy it was then I remembered the email I'd received from Yahoo (or purporting to come from Yahooo) the previous day, notifying users to confirm account information or the account would be closed. Although I had misgivings about it, I sent the information anyway. Duh! Now I know that email was bogus. Someone has obviously accessed my account details and changed the password. I prayed about the situation. When I logged into the forum I usually participate in, I noticed a friend had posted an email she'd received from my Yahoo address claiming I was attending some Program in Africa and had found myself stranded in Nigeria and strapped for cash. I was asking for some money. I know it seems to be the season for governments bailing banks out, but do me a favour! My friends are not stupid, at least they are not as thick as I am. My friend knew the email wasn't from me and posted it at the forum to alert others. I was able to confirm that I hadn't sent it but was now locked out of my email account. I asked for their prayers. I then put my name on other prayer/blessing lists.

I tried to access Yahoo helpline but I couldn't find it. I reported the problem on a Yahoo forum but the solution I received wasn't appropriate. I was getting nowhere and my time was running out. I had an idea to phone my brother when I got home to ask him if knew.

On the way home, I remembered the articles and Bible passage I'd read earlier which were now so timely. There is only ONE Intelligence expressing as me and as the "hacker." We are one. There's no point getting angry or frustrated as I will be getting angry at myself. During my bus journey home, I blessed my friend who had sent the email. I blessed all Yahoo users with love. I blessed all my friends. I blessed everyone.

Later at home, while I was explaining the situation to my mother, I had a thought of a friend who I knew I could contact for assistance. He happens to run a company that specialises in Internet Security. When I called my friend's mobile he told me although he was concerned after receiving "my email" he was very suspicious about it because he knew I would have told him if I was planning a trip to Africa. I told him the letter wasn't from me. My friend asked me to call him later at home.

No sooner had I finished that conversation when the phone rang. This time, it was my brother. After he'd spoken to my mother he asked to speak to me. I knew what he was calling about - that email. He said he knew it was bogus. He also knew if I were in that situation I would have spoken to him not email him. It was good to chat to him anyway as we haven't spoken in a while.

Later I called my friend at home and we chatted about the situation. He advised me about ways to protect one's email account while using public facilities. He kept telling me how sorry he was for someone taking advantage of. I insisted that I prefer to see the Good in the experience and I refuse to judge the individual for his actions. During our conversation, my friend prayed with me that things are working out for good. He also logged into the Internet and found the Yahoo link where I could report the "abuse." As I don't have Internet at home, my friend reported the "abuse" on my behalf. He even attached the letter he'd received from "Nigeria." I was so grateful for his assistance.

When I finally went to bed, I lay awake for hours not because I was concerned but because I could sense all the prayers and good intentions coming from my friends, which felt like being wrapped up in a lovely warm blanket. I basked in the love I was receiving and sent love back. I also composed this article in my head while I was still awake.

I see this experience as nothing but a Love bail-out. Love made me have misgivings about responding to the Yahoo email. When I didn't listen to that feeling, Love set about working all things for good. Love inspired me to read the articles and Bible passage to remind me to stay in my peace. Love inspired me to stop off at the Internet shop where I was alerted to the email situation. Love inspired my friend to post the "begging letter" on that forum which alerted me of what was going on. Love inspired me to bless "my enemy." Love reminded me of my friend, the Internet Security expert. Love supported me through my mother and brother. Love blessed me through my friends' prayers and good intentions. Love continues to bless me in every moment.

To my friend who accessed my email account and sent those letters in my name, I wish you all the very best and that all your needs are met superabundantly by the ONE in all.

Thank you, LOVE, for your bail-out!

Enocia

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Thursday, 16 October 2008

Dry Cleaner

As I was walking behind this man wearing a dark suit, I noticed white marks on his jacket. Do I point out the marks out to him or let him walk on? My instincts told me to clean his jacket for him.

"Excuse me? Have you been leaning on something?" I said.

"I've been travelling on the tube," he said. "Why?"

"It's just that there are marks on your jacket."

"Oh."

"Stand still! Let me clean it for you."

I wiped the marks off with my hand.

"There, you're all nice and clean now."

"Thank you," he said.

"You're very welcome. Enjoy your day!"

That's my random act of kindness for this year. Anyone needing any suits dry cleaned can do so at their local dry cleaners.

Enocia

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Freedom of Expression

It's amazing the many beliefs and ways people have of expressing themselves. I'm always curious to explore why people believe what they do. Even if I don't buy into a belief, I don't dismiss it out of hand because I know the belief is very real to them.

About a mile away from where I live there is a community of Hasidic Jews. Over the last few days I've noticed men carrying what looks like plants in a transparent bag. I've been curious about it. When I saw one young man carrying one my curiosity got the better of me.

"Excuse me? What's that you're carrying?" I said. "I've seen others carrying the same."

"It's a branch," he said.

"Why? What does it mean?"

"It's our tradition."

I could sense he didn't want to go further into it so I thanked him and wished him a good day. A few minutes later I noticed a boy, around 16 or 17, carrying one. I decided to ask him.

"Excuse me, I've seen people carrying this. Can you tell me what it represents?"

"It's part of our tradition."

"Yes I know, but why?"

"It's difficult to explain. We wave it about when we pray. It's a tradition that comes from a long time ago."

"Oh, I see. Well, thank you for explaining. Have a lovely day!"

I really appreciated that both my Jewish friends had taken the time out to explain, as best as they could, what carrying the twig meant.

There's a place in Hyde Park in London called Speakers' Corner that attracts people who express their views on politics, religion and stuff. I believe it's great to have the freedom to express one's views. I see the Internet as "Speakers Corner" on a global scale. People are attracted to blogs, websites and forums that resonate with their beliefs. From my experiences in forums and websites I've observed the way people express their views fall into three categories I've made up: fundamentalists, whatever rocks your world, and singing my song.

The "fundamentalists" consist of those who believe their way is the only and right way. They tend to like speaking on behalf of everyone. If you don't follow their way or teaching you're doomed. Some of them get angry when people don't take them seriously. I can't relate to fundamentalists so I just tend to wish them well and move on.

The "whatever rocks your world" category consists of people who are sharing their personal beliefs, stories, realisations, insights, teachings, and whatever gives them joy. I love hearing people's stories. I can then decide whether I buy into that way of seeing or not. Even if I don't buy into their way, at least I get to see another way of expressing self.

The "singing my song" category consist of those who are being true to themselves and follow their hearts. I am always going to gravitate towards those who are being true to themselves as that is where my heart is.

I believe everyone has the right to express themselves as they see fit as long as they don't impose that right on me.

Peace and love to al,l no matter how you choose to express yourself.

Enocia

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Wednesday, 15 October 2008

The Problem With You People

When I went home I was surprised to see my mother as I was expecting her to have gone to her evening class. She said she wasn't feeling too well. I asked her how her doctor's appointment had gone.

"My doctor said he wasn't surprised I wasn't feeling well," mum said. "He said,’ The problem with you people is you have a cold and you don't stay at home and get better. Instead you go out and then meet other people with cold who pass on their germs and you get sick again.'"

"Oh, I see," I said. "Is that why you stayed at home then?"

"Yes, I rang my tutor and told him I couldn't make it."

Mum had the flu recently. According to the law of germs, I should have been sick but I wasn't. But the all-knowing doctor obviously knows best.

Later as we were watching television and another advert for colds and flu came on, I pointed it out to my mother. "See, it doesn't matter if you're around people who have a cold or not, we're constantly being bombarded with thoughts and beliefs about cold anyway. I believe people catch colds if they're open to the suggestion."

Mum nodded but said nothing.

God bless all doctors as I know they mean well.
God bless all patients.
God bless everyone.

Enocia

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Tuesday, 14 October 2008

Another Classic

This clip is by Monty Python.

Aye, young people of today have never had it so good.

For the script see Four Yorkshire Men

Enocia

A Real Classic

This scene is from the British sketch show The Two Ronnies. I'll post the script and the video.

It has me in stitches each time I watch it.

Enocia

Pumps...O's, P's, Candles, Plugs, Saw Tips and Washers...then 'Billhooks'!

In a hardware shop. Ronnie Corbett is behind the counter, wearing a warehouse jacket. He has just finished serving a customer.
CORBETT (muttering): There you are. Mind how you go.
(Ronnie Barker enters the shop, wearing a scruffy tank-top and beanie)
BARKER: Four Candles!
CORBETT: Four Candles?
BARKER: Four Candles.
(Ronnie Corbett makes for a box, and gets out four candles. He places them on the counter)
BARKER: No, four candles!
CORBETT (confused): Well there you are, four candles!
BARKER: No, fork 'andles! 'Andles for forks!
(Ronnie Corbett puts the candles away, and goes to get a fork handle. He places it onto the counter)CORBETT (muttering): Fork handles. Thought you said 'four candles!' (more clearly) Next?
BARKER: Got any plugs?
CORBETT: Plugs. What kind of plugs?
BARKER: A rubber one, bathroom.
(Ronnie Corbett gets out a box of bath plugs, and places it on the counter)
CORBETT (pulling out two different sized plugs): What size?
BARKER: Thirteen amp!
CORBETT (muttering): It's electric bathroom plugs, we call them, in the trade. Electric bathroom plugs!
(He puts the box away, gets out another box, and places on the counter an electric plug, then puts the box away)
BARKER: Saw tips!
CORBETT: Saw tips? (he doesn't know what he means) What d'you want? Ointment, or something like that?
BARKER: No, saw tips for covering saws.
CORBETT: Oh, haven't got any, haven't got any. (he mutters) Comin' in, but we haven' got any. Next?
BARKER: 'O's!
CORBETT: 'O's?
BARKER: 'O's.
(He goes to get a hoe, and places it on the counter)
BARKER: No, 'O's!
CORBETT: 'O's! I thought you said 'O! (he takes the hose back, and gets a hose, whilst muttering) When you said 'O's, I thought you said 'O! 'O's!
(He places the hose onto the counter)
BARKER: No, 'O's!
CORBETT (confused for a moment): O's? Oh, you mean panty 'o's, panty 'o's! (he picks up a pair of tights from beside him)
BARKER: No, no, 'O's! 'O's for the gate. Mon repose! 'O's! Letter O's!
CORBETT (finally realising): Letter O's! (muttering) You had me going there!
(He climbs up a stepladder, gets a box down, puts the ladder away, and takes the box to the counter, and searches through it for letter O's)
CORBETT: How many d'you want?
BARKER: Two.
(Ronnie Corbett leaves two letter O's on the counter, then takes the box back, gets the ladder out again, puts the box away, climbs down the ladder, and puts the ladder away, then returns to the counter)
CORBETT: Yes, next?
BARKER: Got any P's?
CORBETT (fed up): For Gawd' sake, why didn' you bleedin' tell me that while I was up there then? I'm up and down the shop already, it's up and down the bleedin' shop all the time. (He gets the ladder out, climbs up and gets the box of letters down, then puts the ladder away) Honestly, I've got all this shop, I ain't got any help, it's worth it we plan things. (He puts the box on the counter, and gets out some letter P's) How many d'you want?
BARKER: No! Tins of peas. Three tins of peas!
CORBETT: You're 'avin' me on, ain't ya, yer 'avin' me on?
BARKER: I'm not!
(Ronnie Corbett dumps the box under the counter, and gets three tins of peas)
CORBETT (placing the tins on the counter): Next?
BARKER: Got any pumps?
CORBETT (getting really fed up): 'And pumps, foot pumps? Come on!
BARKER (surprised he has to ask): Foot pumps!
CORBETT (muttering, as he goes down the shop): Foot pumps. See a foot pump? (He sees one, and picks it up) Tidy up in 'ere.
(He puts the pump down on the counter)
BARKER: No, pumps fer ya feet! Brown pump, size nine!
CORBETT (almost at breaking point): You are 'avin' me on, you are definitely 'avin' me on!
BARKER (not taking much notice of Corbett's mood): I'm not!
CORBETT: You are 'avin' me on! (He takes back the pump, and gets a pair of brown foot pumps out of a drawer, and places them on the counter) Next?
BARKER: Washers!
CORBETT (really close to breaking point): What, dishwashers, floor washers, car washers, windscreen washers, back scrubbers, lavatory cleaners? Floor washers?
BARKER: 'Alf inch washers!
CORBETT: Oh, tap washers, tap washers? (He finally breaks, and makes to confiscate his list) Look, I've had just about enough of this, give us that list. (He mutters) I'll get it all myself! (Reading through the list) What's this? What's that? Oh that does it! That just about does it! I have just about had it! (calling through to the back) Mr. Jones! You come out and serve this customer please, I have just about had enough of 'im. (Mr. Jones comes out, and Ronnie Corbett shows him the list) Look what 'e's got on there! Look what 'e's got on there!
JONES (who goes to a drawer with a towel hanging out of it, and opens it): Right! How many would ya like? One or two?
(He removes the towel to reveal the label on the drawer - 'Bill hooks'!)
Two Ronnies joke "Four candles, fork handles", what are the other items?

Monday, 13 October 2008

Try Again

During my bus journey home I heard a man chatting to a woman about life. The man said he found life hard as he has a family of eight to feed. The woman agreed that life is hard but you have to make the most of it and do your best. She said, "you have to keep trying."

Now while I do not share the man and woman's model of reality that life is hard, at another level we did agree because earlier I'd been watching the Aaliyah music video called "Try Again." (For the video see Song of the Day - 5). The chorus of the song goes:

If at first you don't succeed
Dust yourself off and try again
You can dust it off and try again, try again
Try Again, lyrics
I believe life is about the expectations I choose to experience. If the expectations I have about life are not working, I can always try again until I find expectations that work for me.

It's good to see

Enocia

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Finally!

I noticed the bus I wanted was at the bus stop. I ran to catch it but it moved off. I noticed another one bus behind which happened to be a Routemaster, a double-decker bus with the open door that one can jump on and off from.

I was gutted when they got rid of most of these Routemasters a few years ago because I really love them. They only kept a few for tourists. If I ever want to ride on them I have to be in a particular area of London.

A few weeks back while I was in town I felt like travelling on a Routemaster and stood at the relevant stop but none appeared. I had to travel on the regular bus. I guess if I was really keen I could have tried the next day but I was busy doing other stuff. I figured I would have the experience at some point. So yesterday that dream of a few weeks ago finally came true, effortlessly.

I believe all dreams come true. Some dreams just take a lot longer than others to be realised.

Enocia

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Short Cut

In 1992 I experienced a paradigm shift: I decided to cut my hair.

My hair was longer, well a lot longer than it is now (up to my chin). I used to have it relaxed (straightened) every few months. It got to a point when I was sick and tired of having to wake up early so I could curl my hair to give it some body only to go out and have my hair style ruined by the weather. I was sick of using chemicals on my hair. Plaiting my hair wasn't an option because I've never liked plaits. I admire it on other people but it's not for me. The only other option was to shave it all off.

The thought of not having hair brought up so many feelings. How would I feel without hair? Would that make me less of a woman? How will others see me? I pondered the ramifications of my action for a whole year before I actually did it.

I booked an appointment with my usual hairdressers. She shampooed and conditioned my hair. I thought it was a bit much considering I wanted all of it chopped off. I reckon she was trying to justify the fee. While she was cutting my hair she took one look at my reflection in the mirror and asked me if I was sure it was what I wanted. I said it was but she wasn't convinced. She suggested that I go for a kind of Mohican look - the back and sides were short and left some hair on top. I felt a lot better that I at least had some hair. The next day I decided I wasn't happy with my new look. I figured if I am going to go for short hair I might as well go for broke. I went to a local hairdressers and had the rest shaved off.

After my hair cut I had to deal with how I felt about myself and people's perceptions about me. I believe people were only mirroring back how I was seeing myself. I saw myself/was seen as: a rebel, lesbian, radical, making a statement, a model, trendy, and even strange. I was frequently asked why I would choose to have such short hair.

Soon after cutting my hair, I went to university and I was soon engrossed in student life. When I left university, I thought about what image I wanted to project to potential employers. Would I be accepted in the corporate world with short hair? Should I grow my hair? I decided I liked my hair short. I even went through a phase when I used to dye it red. As I was very confident within myself, no one cared about my short hair.

Nowadays there are so many women with short hair it's no big deal. Having short hair is just another way of expressing Self.

I love my short cut. I wouldn't dream of having it any other way.

Enocia

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Sunday, 12 October 2008

Song of the Day - 6

Another song I LOVE - "Join with Us" by The Feeling.

Here's the link to the video. Join with Us

Join with Us - The Feeling

Half Past Eight
And you're late
Coffee's cold
What a state
They've dragged you down
Fate's got you scraped
Work to death
Can't you turn them words around

Is it really what you want?
Is it really what you need?
Is it really what you choose?

Is it really what you want?
Is it really what you need?
Is it really what you choose?

The world is in your hands
The world is in your hands
The world belongs to those of us who still believe we can
And it matters what you do
Though they all look down on you
Cos it's better that you've come from nothing,
Than nothing comes from you

Come with us
Come with us
Join with us
Join with us

Don't make a sound
Count your pennies
Count your pounds
There's no way out
What will you do,
When all love gives up on you
Can't turn around

Is it really what you want?
Is it really what you need?
Is it really what you choose?

The world is in your hands
The world is in your hands
The world belongs to those of us who still believe we can
And it matters what you do
Though they all look down on you
Cos it's better that you've come from nothing,
Than nothing comes from you

Come with us
Come with us
Join with us
Join with us

We've got a place and it's here for you
For all we ever wanted was a different view
I never knew somebody live with so much pain
If you open your heart come with us and we'll take you away

Come with us
Come with us
Join with us
Join with us
Join with Us, lyrics
Enocia

Song of the Day - 5

Another gem "Try Again" by Aaliyah. Fantastic video!

Song of the Day - 4

LOVE this song, "Reach for the Stars" by S Club 7.

Saturday, 11 October 2008

More About Preferences

When I woke up this morning and looked at my reflection in the mirror, I looked tired. My reflection in the mirror represents what happens when I identify myself as only human. Then I experience the ups and downs of daily life. I could be feeling up one moment then sink a few notches to sadness; be rich then lose everything; be in health then get sick; be young and then grow old; be alive then dead.

To transcend the roller-coaster, I believe it is important to be my True Self, the unchanging Light that casts no shadows.



One ritual I practise several times a day is I visualise myself as Light then I imagine Light flowing down my crown and going into all parts of my body, my cells, atoms, everywhere. I feel this Light overflowing from my body and filling all time, all space and all realities. I then let Light express as my experiences.

If I am omnipresent Light, what is this human form? This human form and relevant experiences are simply preferences I, as Light, am choosing to express Self. It is these preferences that influenced why I was "born" into a particular family, race, body, look a particular way, and enjoy doing certain things. Living as Light means I can choose what kind of lifestyle I prefer to have and then let the Light express as those preference for as long as I want to have the experience.

I am Light expressing mySelf as my many preferences including looking forever young and full of life.

Enocia

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Friday, 10 October 2008

Song of the Day - 3

"Especially for You" by Kylie Minogue and Jason Donovan.

Girls, Girls, Girls!

After picking up the freebie newspaper, I went to my favourite bookshop to read. The newspaper was full of the same old news about what celebrities get up to. I noticed a news headline about the British pop girl group Girls Aloud but I didn't read it.

I also noticed the album that was being played in the bookshop was by the same pop group. I thought that was quite unusual because this bookshop doesn't usually play pop music.

I decided to tackle the day's word puzzle in the newspaper which I like playing.

After I had finished the word puzzle, or rather, after I had given up on the puzzles I couldn't work out, I started browsing a book. From time to time I kept noticing young people all nicely dressed heading upstairs. I even saw a waiter carrying a tray of glasses, which looked like wine or champagne. Hmmm, I wonder what's going on upstairs?

My answer was soon answered when I noticed some women walking by. Two of them looked very familiar. They were from Girls Aloud. The girls must be signing their latest book. So, that's where all those young people were headed.

All the very best to the girls.

Enocia

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A Friend in Need

Recently I met this lovely American lady who said she was hoping to work in London. She asked me if I knew any employment agencies and I directed her to a website that listed agencies in the local area. I've been wondering how she was getting on. I even thought about her the other day.

Today I found her in the library. She was in a bit of a panic because before she left America she was told she didn't need a work Visa. Now everywhere she goes she's asked for a Visa and she feels stuck. She needs to work to survive. My friend said she believes she was guided to England and can't understand why she's experiencing these obstacles. She said she's been praying for guidance. I assured her everything is working out perfectly for her.

My friend has been advised to go to the Home Office for assistance. She asked me how to get there by bus and I advised her which routes to use. She said she believed God had sent me to help her like He had done the last time we met.

I believe everything is working out for the best for everyone.

Enocia

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Thursday, 9 October 2008

Song of the Day - 2

I LOVE this song: "Wonderful World" by Sam Cooke.

Enjoy.

Enocia

The Power of Being True to MySelf

I'm not a political activist. I'm not out there supporting or promoting any causes. I'm not interested in converting anyone to my views. I have no interest in saving the world. However, I have observed that by being true to mySelf (the ONE in all) and doing what I love, shift happens anyway. Here's one such example.

Before I left home this morning I chatted to my mother about how I like to walk through a local park near the canal. She said I had reminded her of a news item she watched recently.

About a month ago I was inspired to walk down a canal which had many cyclists. At the time the Inner Voice was using that walk to demonstrate Supply in manifestation. The moment I realised that I wasn't taking a walk down a canal path but experiencing the allness of God, my experience changed instantly. Instead of being besieged by speeding cyclists, there were now fewer cyclists and enough space for walkers and cyclists. I remember sharing my experience with my mother.

Mum said the news item she watched recently was about walkers on that same canal complaining about too many cyclists riding fast. They've now appointed a "towpath warden" to flag down speeding cyclists. Funnily enough the warden's first name is Joseph. (Here's a related news article: Canal towpath walkers and cyclists on collision course).

I believe in being true to mySelf.

Enocia

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Good Intentions

The other day I read in a newspaper about a businessman in America who gunned down five members of his family and committed suicide. It is believed the man had become despondent after losing his fortune in the "credit crunch."

After reading the news, I felt sad for the man's family and loved ones. The man must have believed he was doing the right thing by his family and didn't want them to go through hardship. I felt so much love for the man and his loved ones and wished them well.

That business man is no different from any of us. We all want to be happy, loved, fulfilled and be free to enjoy life; and we want the same for our loved ones. You could say we all share these good intentions. Sometimes people's good intentions can get warped. Let's take the media as one example.

On one level, I believe the media is filled with propaganda and mind programming which have nothing to do with the truth. I also believe there are many journalists who became journalists because they wanted to communicate and share ideas that would transform the world. They may even have had all these wonderful ideas about how they could be implemented. However, when they plugged into the System, their good intentions were transmuted by the broadcasting company's agenda be it social, political or economical. As a journalist you have to decide whether to play the game, fight the good fight from within the System, or choose a different career path.

I'm reminded of an interview in yesterday's Metro with the BBC's World News Editor, John Simpson. Simpson is asked:

What makes you want to spend so much time in war zones?
I’ve got to earn my crust of bread some way. I detest wars. I have contempt for people who get a buzz out of conflicts but you can’t understand what’s going on unless you go to these places and see what’s really happening.
Ironically, it is the focus on trying to understand conflicts which creates more of the same. However, underneath it all is the original good intention to prevent these conflicts from occurring.

My point is instead of focusing on the whys and wherefores of why society is the way it is, I would rather focus on the good intentions underneath it all.

As I was pondering on these ideas during my bus journey, I put out an intention to feel all the good intentions in the Universe, which felt to me like a living force flowing from everyone and all things. Like a vampire, I nourished myself with this ambrosia and it "tasted" really good.

Thank you all for your good intentions.

Enocia

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Day-Dreams Can Come True

During my bus journey this morning a man and a little girl, presumably his daughter, aged around 5 or younger, got on board. The girl was bawling her eyes out. There were no seats available so they had to stand. I noticed the man patting the girl's shoulder while she sobbed her heart out. I wondered what was wrong with her. Poor love! I had this day-dream where I saw myself hugging her and asking her how she was. She calmed down but I could still hear her snivelling. I then stared out of the window to watch the world go by.

Suddenly the man sitting beside me got up and offered his seat to the man's daughter. Wow, that's a real turn out for the books!

Now that the girl was sitting next to me I had to ask her what was wrong.

"Hi baby," I said. "Are you alright?"

She nodded.

"No school today?"

She nodded.

"She's going but we're just running late," her dad said.

"Don't you want to go to school?" I said.

She shook her head.

"You want to stay with daddy?"

She nodded.

"Awww!" I gave her a hug. "Do you have friends at school?"

My friend nodded.

"Then you'll get to play with your friends," I said. "When you get home daddy will still be there."

She snivelled and said nothing. I asked her father if I could give her a sweet and he said yes. My friend smiled and kept the sweet in her hand. I asked her dad what school she attended and he said a nursery a few stops down. As they were getting off I wished my young friend a good day. She smiled and waved.

Incidentally, as I was working on this piece in the library, a friend who works there, handed me a copy of Black Heritage Today magazine. On the cover of the magazine is a photograph of the American Presidential candidate, Barack Obama with the caption: "A Dream Come True: History in the making. Can Martin Luther King's 'Dream' really come true?"

I pointed out the title of my post to my friend. He said for months he's been pestering the company to send copies of this magazine and they only arrived today of all days. Now there's another turn out for the books!

Day-dreams can come true.

Enocia

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Here's a relevant video "Dreams" by Gabrielle. LOVE this song

Wednesday, 8 October 2008

Sexuality and Warped Logic

I was speaking to a friend about an actor I like who I think is gorgeous.

"He's gay!" he said.

"He can't be!"

"He is."

"I don't believe you," I said. "How do you know he's gay?"

"Because I read that he slept on the same bed with a man who is gay."

"So what! I've slept in the same bed with women but that doesn't make me a lesbian!"

"Well, I sleep in the same bed with a woman but that doesn't make me a lesbian either."

My friend's warped logic made me laugh. He always makes me laugh.

Who cares if the actor is gay or straight? I still fancy him regardless.

Enocia

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The Eavesdropper

While I was sitting in a bookshop yesterday evening reading, I felt a Presence behind me like someone was reading over my shoulders. There was no one physically present but I trusted in what I was feeling. Then the Presence asked me in thought what I was reading and I showed HIM the book.

I reckon my Friend was only playing with me as He already knew what I was reading.

Thank you for stopping by.

You know how I feel about you.

Enocia

Related article: The Presence

Tuesday, 7 October 2008

Resonance



I have been following The Cut, a new Reality TV show where the American fashion designer, Tommy Hilfiger, is looking for a new designer. The programme started off with 16 contestants who are eliminated each week.

As the programme has already happened, I decided to cut to the chase and look up who Tommy chose. According to the programme's website, Tommy Hilfiger "declared that Chris C. was “in style” because his vision had more of a connection to the Tommy Hilfiger brand."

I wasn't surprised really that Chris Cortez was the eventual winner because he's not only a huge fan of Hilfiger, he only wears Tommy Hilfiger brand. It makes perfect sense that the one who loves the Hilfiger brand the most would be rewarded with working in the environment he loved so much.

It just shows it's all about resonance i.e. matching frequencies.

Whatever you love or resonate with the most loves you back.

Enocia

Oops Cartoon by Gene Nelson.

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Song of the Day

While I was in a shop yesterday I heard the song "Do You Know" being played. I love it! Here's the link to the video. Enrique is gorgeous.

Enrique Iglesias - Do You Know? (The Ping Pong Song)

Enocia