<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444</id><updated>2012-01-01T11:41:42.257Z</updated><title type='text'>Making the Two One - Part 2</title><subtitle type='html'>Free Spirit</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>129</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-7940638139953132103</id><published>2010-01-20T14:04:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-01-20T14:05:48.151Z</updated><title type='text'>This Blog is Now Closed</title><content type='html'>It's time to move on to a new chapter. If you're still interested in following me see you at &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone2.blogspot.com/"&gt;Making the Two One - Part 3&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-7940638139953132103?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/7940638139953132103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/7940638139953132103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-blog-is-now-closed.html' title='This Blog is Now Closed'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-1907080564359441953</id><published>2010-01-20T12:05:00.011Z</published><updated>2012-01-01T11:27:54.721Z</updated><title type='text'>Welcome!</title><content type='html'>This blog is a continuation of my previous blog &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone.blogspot.com/"&gt;Making the Two One&lt;/a&gt; where I am addressing how to make the inner realm of Reality (heaven) a reality on earth now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this blog, I am going to focus on Freedom which I believe is my nature. I have always been free but I've been dreaming myself in captivity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, the articles I'm sharing are my meanings, perspective and model of reality and not meant to instruct readers in any way. Make of them what you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my current and previous blogs see &lt;a href="http://beingthemagic4.blogspot.com/p/my-other-blogs.html"&gt;My Other Blogs&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless otherwise stated, all articles are copyright © 2009-2012 Enocia Joseph. You have my permission to copy and distribute articles for personal use only. Please include the link to the particular blog. For any other use other than personal, and any comments you might have, please email &lt;a href="mailto:theoneinall@googlemail.com"&gt;theoneinall@googlemail.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love and gratitude to my friend &lt;a href="http://bengilberti.com/"&gt;Ben Gilberti&lt;/a&gt; for creating the fractal on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love and gratitude to my dear friend who has been taking my photographs that I have been using on my blogs. You will always be my &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/David_Bailey_(photographer)"&gt;David Bailey&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JgRBkjgXHro&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JgRBkjgXHro&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-1907080564359441953?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/1907080564359441953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/1907080564359441953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/welcome.html' title='Welcome!'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-8019779879187877916</id><published>2010-01-20T11:05:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-07-21T12:28:15.928+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Articles in Alphabetical Order</title><content type='html'>--A--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/prayer-for-earth.html"&gt;A Prayer for the Earth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/angels-at-work.html"&gt;Angels at Work&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/ascension-game-of-snakes-and-ladders.html"&gt;Ascension - the Game of Snakes and Ladders&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--B--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/being-space.html"&gt;Being Space&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/blessings-galore.html"&gt;Blessings Galore&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--C--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/cool.html"&gt;Cool!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--D--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/do-i-need-three-meals-day.html"&gt;Do I Need Three Meals a Day?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/dont-push-it-dont-force-it.html"&gt;Don't Push It, Don't Force It!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/hilarious.html"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--E--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/email-notifications.html"&gt;Email Notifications&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/enjoyment.html"&gt;Enjoyment&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/everything-works-out-for-good.html"&gt;Everything Works Out for Good&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--F--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/for-love-of-plants.html"&gt;For the Love of Plants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/freedom-speaks.html"&gt;Freedom Speaks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://theoneinall.blogspot.com/2005/08/freedom-speaks.html"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--G--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/gloria-in-excelsis-deo.html"&gt;Gloria in Excelsis Deo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--H--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-for-no-reason-at-all.html"&gt;Happy for No Reason at All&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-holidays.html"&gt;Happy Holidays!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/hilarious.html"&gt;Hilarious!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--I--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-have-all-i-need-right-here-and-now.html"&gt;I Have All I Need Right Here and Now&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-hear-you.html"&gt;I Hear You!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-love-you-no-matter-what-mood-youre-in.html"&gt;I Love You No Matter What Mood You're In&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-think-i-can.html"&gt;I Think I Can&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/if-its-not-love-it-doesnt-exist.html"&gt;If It's Not Love It Doesn't Exist&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-zone-revisited.html"&gt;In the Zone - Revisited&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/intimacy.html"&gt;Intimacy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-all-done-and-dusted-revisited.html"&gt;It's All Done and Dusted - Revisited&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-all-in-eyes.html"&gt;It's All in the Eyes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--J--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-say-now.html"&gt;Just Say Now&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--K--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/killing-time.html"&gt;Killing Time&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--L--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/last-minute-shopping.html"&gt;Last Minute Shopping&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/living-in-art.html"&gt;Living in Art&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/love-doesnt-play-silly-buggers.html"&gt;Love Doesn't Play Silly Buggers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/love-dissolves-fear.html"&gt;Love Dissolves Fear&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/love-found-me.html"&gt;Love Found Me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/love-grips.html"&gt;Love Grips&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/love-is-all-that-matters-revisited.html"&gt;Love is All That Matters - Revisited&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/love-is-all-there-is-revisited.html"&gt;Love is All There Is - Revisited&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/love-it-live-it.html"&gt;Love It, Live It&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/love-makes-you-blossom.html"&gt;Love Makes You Blossom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/love-builder.html"&gt;Love, the Builder&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/loving-is-never-wrong.html"&gt;Loving is Never Wrong&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/loving-my-many-forms.html"&gt;Loving My Many Forms&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--M--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/make-or-break.html"&gt;Make or Break&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/mind-doors.html"&gt;Mind the Doors!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-vision-for-2010-and-beyond.html"&gt;My Vision for 2010 and Beyond&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--N--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/nice-smile.html"&gt;Nice Smile!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--O--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/off-hook.html"&gt;Off the Hook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--P--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/playing-by-heart.html"&gt;Playing by Heart&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/previews.html"&gt;Previews&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Q--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/quote-of-day.html"&gt;Quote of the Day&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/quote-of-day-2.html"&gt;Quote of the Day - 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/quote-of-day-3.html"&gt;Quote of the Day - 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/quote-of-day-4.html"&gt;Quote of the Day - 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--R--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/read-all-about-it.html"&gt;Read All About It!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/reconfigurations.html"&gt;Reconfigurations&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/redistribution-of-wealth.html"&gt;Redistribution of Wealth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/rock-solid-trust.html"&gt;Rock Solid Trust&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--S--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/same-old-me-revisited.html"&gt;Same Old Me - Revisited&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/search-engine-revisited.html"&gt;Search Engine - Revisited&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/seeing-blue.html"&gt;Seeing Blue&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/seeing-stars.html"&gt;Seeing Stars&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/smoke-screens.html"&gt;Smoke-Screens&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/song-of-day.html"&gt;Song of the Day&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/song-of-day-2.html"&gt;Song of the Day - 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/song-of-day-3.html"&gt;Song of the Day - 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/song-of-day-4.html"&gt;Song of the Day - 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/song-of-day-5.html"&gt;Song of the Day - 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/song-of-day-6.html"&gt;Song of the Day - 6&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/song-of-day-7.html"&gt;Song of the Day - 7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/song-of-day-8.html"&gt;Song of the Day - 8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/song-of-day-9.html"&gt;Song of the Day - 9&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/song-of-day-10.html"&gt;Song of the Day - 10&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/song-of-day-11.html"&gt;Song of the Day - 11&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/song-of-day-12.html"&gt;Song of the Day - 12&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/song-of-day-13.html"&gt;Song of the Day - 13&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/song-of-day-14.html"&gt;Song of the Day - 14&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/song-of-day-15.html"&gt;Song of the Day - 15&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/song-of-day-16.html"&gt;Song of the Day - 16&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/song-of-day-17.html"&gt;Song of the Day - 17&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/song-of-day-18.html"&gt;Song of the Day - 18&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/song-of-day-19.html"&gt;Song of the Day - 19&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/song-of-day-20.html"&gt;Song of the Day - 20&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/soul-mates-revisited.html"&gt;Soul Mates - Revisited&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--T--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/teaching-old-dog-new-tricks.html"&gt;Teaching an Old Dog New Tricks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/thank-you.html"&gt;Thank You!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/cave.html"&gt;The Cave&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/devil-made-me-do-it.html"&gt;The Devil Made Me Do It!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/heart-rules.html"&gt;The Heart Rules!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/invisible-chains-that-bind.html"&gt;The Invisible Chains that Bind&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/joker.html"&gt;The Joker&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/light-that-sparkles.html"&gt;The Light that Sparkles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/look-of-love.html"&gt;The Look of Love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/love-shift.html"&gt;The Love Shift&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/measure-of-wealth.html"&gt;The Measure of Wealth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/power-of-love-revisited.html"&gt;The Power of Love - Revisited&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/saviour-revisited.html"&gt;The Saviour - Revisited&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/season-of-goodwill.html"&gt;The Season of Goodwill&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/show-must-go-on.html"&gt;The Show Must Go On&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/song-challenge.html"&gt;The Song Challenge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/there-are-no-doors.html"&gt;There are No Doors&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/things-that-make-me-smile-revisited.html"&gt;Things that Make Me Smile - Revisited&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/thought-of-day.html"&gt;Thought of the Day&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/thoughts-are-things-revisited.html"&gt;Thoughts are Things - Revisited&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/through-thick-and-thin.html"&gt;Through Thick and Thin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/tuning-out-of-collective-consciousness.html"&gt;Tuning Out the Collective Consciousness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--W--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/walking-in-light.html"&gt;Walking in Light&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/walking-with-angels.html"&gt;Walking with Angels&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-is-insanity.html"&gt;What is Insanity?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-is-luck-revisited.html"&gt;What is Luck? - Revisited&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-is-strength.html"&gt;What is Strength?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-is-point.html"&gt;What is the Point?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-love-has-already-provided.html"&gt;What Love Has Already Provided&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/when-in-doubt-do-nothing.html"&gt;When In Doubt, Do Nothing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/where-heart-is-revisited.html"&gt;Where the Heart Is - Revisited&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/where-there-is-will-there-is-always-way.html"&gt;Where There is a Will, There is Always a Way&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/why-all-selves-need-to-be-in-agreement.html"&gt;Why All Selves Need to Be in Agreement&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/why-so-cute.html"&gt;Why So Cute?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/why-world-will-never-end.html"&gt;Why the World Will Never End&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/why-wait.html"&gt;Why Wait?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/would-you-rather-be-right-or-happy.html"&gt;Would You Rather Be Right or Happy?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Y--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-are-perfect-as-you-are.html"&gt;You are Perfect as You Are&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/your-wish-is-my-command.html"&gt;Your Wish is My Command&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/blessings-galore.html"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/yum.html"&gt;Yum!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-8019779879187877916?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/8019779879187877916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/8019779879187877916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/01/articles-in-alphabetical-order.html' title='Articles in Alphabetical Order'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-2834213939166514582</id><published>2010-01-19T11:50:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-01-19T15:11:28.172Z</updated><title type='text'>I Have All I Need Right Here and Now</title><content type='html'>During my bus journey this morning I had a thought that all I've ever needed and wanted; alll that I've ever dreamed of and desired; all solutions to problems I've ever dreamed of; all exist right now in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Depeche Mode song: "Enjoy the Silence" came to mind and I started humming it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does "I am the answer" work in practice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's important to practise being still and in stillness I am being all realities. Then the answer either just pops out in front of me or I end up experiencing the answer. For an example of this principle in action see &lt;a href="http://cosmicluciddreamer.blogspot.com/2007/03/being-answer.html"&gt;Being the Answer&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related articles: &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-think-i-can.html"&gt;I Think I Can&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone.blogspot.com/2009/10/importance-of-being-in-silence.html"&gt;The Importance of Being in Silence&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone.blogspot.com/2009/09/inspiration-channel.html"&gt;The Inspiration Channel&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://iamwhatiamv8.blogspot.com/2009/08/help-is-always-available-directly-or.html"&gt;Help is Always Available Directly or Indirectly&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://freetobeme1-ej.blogspot.com/2008/01/being-street-finder.html"&gt;Being the Street Finder&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://freetobeme1-ej.blogspot.com/2007/12/two-paths.html"&gt;The Two Paths&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://cosmicluciddreamer.blogspot.com/2007/03/being-answer.html"&gt;Being the Answer&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://vector8.blogspot.com/2004/06/inner-silence.html"&gt;Inner Silence&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://www.powertoshare.com/dropzone/articles/2004/06/the-power-of-inner-silence/#comments"&gt;The Power of Inner Silence&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See video: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aGSKrC7dGcY"&gt;Enjoy the Silence by Depeche Mode&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-2834213939166514582?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/2834213939166514582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/2834213939166514582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-have-all-i-need-right-here-and-now.html' title='I Have All I Need Right Here and Now'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-4253383930411231355</id><published>2010-01-18T14:44:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-01-18T14:45:37.841Z</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day - 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and cometh down from the Father of lights, with whom is no variableness, neither shadow of turning." &lt;a href="http://etext.lib.virginia.edu/etcbin/kjv2www?specfile=/texts/english/religion/kjv/kjv-pub.o2w&amp;amp;act=text&amp;amp;offset=3517163&amp;amp;textreg=0&amp;amp;query=father+of+light"&gt;James 1: 17&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Enocia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-4253383930411231355?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/4253383930411231355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/4253383930411231355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/quote-of-day-4.html' title='Quote of the Day - 4'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-8473112691650491578</id><published>2010-01-18T11:35:00.015Z</published><updated>2010-01-18T12:24:47.631Z</updated><title type='text'>The Love Shift</title><content type='html'>During my bus journey, this guy sat next to me. He was taking so much room that I felt squashed. I even found it difficult reading the newspaper I had with me. He must have sensed my discomfort because he seemed to look back for vacant seats but as there weren't any available he stayed put.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could either put up with the situation and be uncomfortable or I could choose to have a Love Shift i.e. experience the journey from the perspective of Love. So I thought to myself "I live and have my being in Love and Love interpenetrates all time and all space."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man's arms changed and it no longer felt hard but soft and squishy. I also felt like my body had become formless and I could feel myself expanding beyond the bus. Well I am Spirit and Spirit can't be contained in a tiny space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where there is Love, I have all the space in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related articles: &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/measure-of-wealth.html"&gt;The Measure of Wealth&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://ineednotwant.blogspot.com/2009/07/more-than-enough-for-both-of-us.html"&gt;More Than Enough for Both of Us&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://ineednotwant.blogspot.com/2009/07/vision-of-love.html"&gt;Vision of Love&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://beingthemagic2.blogspot.com/2008/09/stepping-outside-box.html"&gt;Stepping Outside the Box&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://beingthemagic.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-have-all-time-in-world.html"&gt;I Have ALL the Time in the World&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://freetobeme-ej.blogspot.com/2007/10/perceptual-positions.html"&gt;Perceptual Positions&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://cosmicluciddreamer.blogspot.com/2007/04/staying-joined-in-love.html"&gt;Staying Joined in Love&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://lifeasejknowsit.blogspot.com/2007/02/space-final-frontier.html"&gt;Space, the Final Frontier&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://lifeasejknowsit.blogspot.com/2007/02/reminder-to-be-myself.html"&gt;A Reminder to Be Myself&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://freedom-expression-being.blogspot.com/2006/12/we-have-all-love-in-world.html"&gt;We Have All the Love in the World&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-8473112691650491578?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/8473112691650491578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/8473112691650491578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/love-shift.html' title='The Love Shift'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-8705460582061436680</id><published>2010-01-16T15:32:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-01-16T15:47:17.265Z</updated><title type='text'>Happy for No Reason at All</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning thinking about happiness and how I'm happy for no reason at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, I got chatting to a friend on Facebook. As I was curious about his name, I asked him what it meant. He said it meant "happiness."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness attracts happy experiences and happy people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether I attract happy experiences or not I'm always happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related articles: &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/seeing-blue.html"&gt;Seeing Blue&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone.blogspot.com/2009/09/why-so-cheerful.html"&gt;Why So Cheerful?&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://alldoneanddusted.blogspot.com/2009/02/being-source-revisited.html"&gt;Being the Source - Revisited&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-8705460582061436680?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/8705460582061436680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/8705460582061436680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-for-no-reason-at-all.html' title='Happy for No Reason at All'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-7150503937960531206</id><published>2010-01-16T15:12:00.017Z</published><updated>2010-01-18T12:17:52.604Z</updated><title type='text'>I Think I Can</title><content type='html'>I've noticed things are happening automatically without the need to take physical action. I have no idea how it works, I just know that it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to have a friend on Facebook whom I had been having second thoughts about and was thinking of removing. Soon after, I noticed the Friend's contact had been removed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was using my deodorant, I had a thought that it was about time I threw it away as I already had a new one anyway. I put the new one in my toilet bag. When I went to throw the old one away, I couldn't find it anywhere. Then I had a thought to look in the dustbin and there it was. I had actually thought it into the bin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd also been thinking of deleting an email from my contacts list as the friend had passed away. When I went to delete it, I noticed it had already been deleted. I must have done so in my thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've always believed &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mary_Poppins_(film)"&gt;Mary Poppins&lt;/a&gt;, the magical nanny, lives in me anyway, so it's nice to have her come to life for real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to exploring myself as the Thinker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking Love to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related articles: &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/thoughts-are-things-revisited.html"&gt;Thoughts are Things - Revisited&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-hear-you.html"&gt;I Hear You!&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/measure-of-wealth.html"&gt;The Measure of Wealth&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-is-strength.html"&gt;What is Strength?&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://alldoneanddusted1.blogspot.com/2009/03/thoughts-are-things.html"&gt;Thoughts are Things&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://freetobeme-ej.blogspot.com/2007/10/you-rang-milady.html"&gt;You Rang, Milady?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-7150503937960531206?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/7150503937960531206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/7150503937960531206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-think-i-can.html' title='I Think I Can'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-3391348518533694876</id><published>2010-01-15T10:10:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-01-15T10:19:26.657Z</updated><title type='text'>Why the World Will Never End</title><content type='html'>There is a furniture store, which shall remain nameless, that always has a sale on that ends on Monday.  (Sometimes they change the day). No one has a clue which Monday they are referring to, whether it's the last Monday in the year 2010 or in a million year's time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing about this advert is that it's a sure sign that the world will never end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reckon the moment that store starts telling customers what date their last sale is, that's the moment to start worrying, unless, of course, the store is closing down.  There will still be other furniture sales in other stores that never end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is safe; the sale never ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related articles: &lt;a href="http://alldoneanddusted1.blogspot.com/2009/04/weekend-never-ends.html"&gt;The Weekend Never Ends&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://alldoneanddusted.blogspot.com/2009/01/sale-ends-sunday.html"&gt;Sale Ends Sunday&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-3391348518533694876?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/3391348518533694876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/3391348518533694876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/why-world-will-never-end.html' title='Why the World Will Never End'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-7814535539142280486</id><published>2010-01-14T16:22:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-01-15T10:08:44.339Z</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts are Things - Revisited</title><content type='html'>As I was walking through the park, this woman approached me and asked me for directions. I pointed the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was walking away, in my mind's eye I saw a tiny version of myself accompanying the woman on her journey. In other words, my intention to help her was acting as her guide. It felt like I was walking beside her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts are things and very real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe every prayer is a thought form which goes about giving assistance. That's why prayers are so powerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace and love to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related articles: &lt;a href="http://alldoneanddusted1.blogspot.com/2009/04/food-for-thought.html"&gt;Food for Thought&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://alldoneanddusted1.blogspot.com/2009/03/thoughts-are-things.html"&gt;Thoughts are Things&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://freetobeme1-ej.blogspot.com/2008/02/as-light-as-feather.html"&gt;As Light as a Feather&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://freetobeme1-ej.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-choir-of-angels.html"&gt;My Choir of Angels&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-7814535539142280486?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/7814535539142280486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/7814535539142280486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/thoughts-are-things-revisited.html' title='Thoughts are Things - Revisited'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-3443203713488150569</id><published>2010-01-14T14:43:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-01-14T14:45:14.256Z</updated><title type='text'>Song of the Day - 20</title><content type='html'>"When Somebody Loves You Back" by Teddy Pendergrass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Teddy, for all you gave us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gCVRE6qXdwU&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gCVRE6qXdwU&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-3443203713488150569?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/3443203713488150569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/3443203713488150569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/song-of-day-20.html' title='Song of the Day - 20'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-8623694706613151926</id><published>2010-01-14T12:03:00.007Z</published><updated>2010-01-14T13:21:52.820Z</updated><title type='text'>I Hear You!</title><content type='html'>While I was watching the gameshow &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Family_Fortunes"&gt;Family Fortunes&lt;/a&gt;, one question asked was "things that people talk to that can't talk back." Some of the answers were: cats/dogs, baby, plants, tree, answering machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I beg to differ. Just because things appear not to communicate in the "traditional" sense doesn't mean they can't or don't. I believe the Universe is alive with intelligence and is constantly communicating with itself, I only have to listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point during the day I discovered every time I tried to send out a text message, it came up with an error message. I thought it might have something to do with the building. When I left the building and tried, it still wouldn't go through. I also tried phoning and that didn't work either. When I got home, I decided to charge it hoping it would start working later. I still kept wondering what the problem was. I sent love to my mobile and thought "I am my mobile." I then relaxed and watched some television including the gameshow I mentioned earlier. When I thought of the mobile again, I had a thought that I should just switch it off and switch it back on.&lt;br /&gt;I checked the mobile to see if the signal was back on but it wasn't. When I switched it off and switched it back on, it was back to normal. Thanks, mobile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe things can definitely talk and they have feelings too; either that or I'm off my rocker. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related articles: &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/loving-my-many-forms.html"&gt;Loving My Many Forms&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-is-insanity.html"&gt;What is Insanity?&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone.blogspot.com/2009/11/acknowledgement.html"&gt;Acknowledgement&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://iamwhatiamv8.blogspot.com/2009/07/shining-in-every-moment.html"&gt;Shining in Every Moment&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://alldoneanddusted.blogspot.com/2009/03/dissolving-cell-memories.html"&gt;Dissolving Cell Memories&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://freetobeme1-ej.blogspot.com/2008/02/bringing-out-best-out-of.html"&gt;Bringing Out the Best of Someone/Something&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://lovealways-ej.blogspot.com/2007/08/love-communication.html"&gt;Love Communication&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-8623694706613151926?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/8623694706613151926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/8623694706613151926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-hear-you.html' title='I Hear You!'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-4729738384233323530</id><published>2010-01-13T14:33:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-01-13T14:33:43.287Z</updated><title type='text'>Seeing Blue</title><content type='html'>As I was walking through the park yesterday, I noticed this cute puppy that I fell in love with. I asked his owner what breed it was and he said it's a &lt;a href="http://www.google.co.uk/imgres?imgurl=http://www.dogbreedinfo.com/images15/irishbluestaffordshirebullterrierblue52.JPG&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.dogbreedinfo.com/irishstaffordshirebullterrierphotos.htm&amp;amp;h=311&amp;amp;w=400&amp;amp;sz=32&amp;amp;tbnid=Z6Wu2VqZDEqerM:&amp;amp;tbnh=96&amp;amp;tbnw=124&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dblue%2Bstaffordshire%2Bterrier&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;usg=__EPwc1V8o4dOQH-w4-Plik2XxQ2M=&amp;amp;ei=p9NNS4XTKYyu4Qa3nYTyDw&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;oi=image_result&amp;amp;resnum=2&amp;amp;ct=image&amp;amp;ved=0CBIQ9QEwAQ"&gt;Blue Staffordshire Terrier&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I received an email from a friend about a giant dog called &lt;a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/newstopics/howaboutthat/6864339/Is-Giant-George-the-7ft-long-Blue-Great-Dane-the-words-biggest-dog.html"&gt;George&lt;/a&gt;, who is a "Blue Great Dane."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm seeing (or feeling blue), I attract blue experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related articles: &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/devil-made-me-do-it.html"&gt;The Devil Made Me Do It!&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/power-of-love-revisited.html"&gt;The Power of Love - Revisited&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone.blogspot.com/2009/10/nano-speak.html"&gt;Nano Speak&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-4729738384233323530?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/4729738384233323530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/4729738384233323530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/seeing-blue.html' title='Seeing Blue'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-5011892062428724258</id><published>2010-01-12T14:50:00.016Z</published><updated>2010-01-12T16:09:43.076Z</updated><title type='text'>The Devil Made Me Do It!</title><content type='html'>Have you ever noticed how when you're in a bad mood, you attract experiences that make you feel worse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in a bit of a strop as I was expecting to hear from a friend and he hadn't texted me. Although a part of me thought I should just let it go, my mood just built up until I felt compelled to send him a stroppy text, even though I knew it was bound to piss him off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The DEVIL made me do it, honest! ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I had sent the text, I had a thought that something was going on with him and my text was simply mirroring how he was feeling at that moment. When I didn't hear from him, I sent him another terse text asking if he'd received my text. He responded that he was busy and he would call me the next day. I decided to focus on being happy and sent my friend lots of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day when he phoned we were both feeling light hearted. I asked him how his day had gone. He said he'd been having a stressful day and things were not according to plan, which put him in a foul mood. The last straw was when he received my stroppy text. I told him the Universe was teaching him a valuable lesson about how our moods attract equivalent experiences. We had a good laugh about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While being in a foul mood tends to attract equivalent experiences, the good news is at any moment I can have a change of heart and choose happiness. Then happiness attracts happy experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related articles: &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/tuning-out-of-collective-consciousness.html"&gt;Tuning Out the Collective Consciousness&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-love-you-no-matter-what-mood-youre-in.html"&gt;I Love You No Matter What Mood You're In&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/would-you-rather-be-right-or-happy.html"&gt;Would You Rather Be Right or Happy?&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://alldoneanddusted1.blogspot.com/2009/05/biggie-small.html"&gt;Biggie Small&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://freetobeme1-ej.blogspot.com/2007/12/devil-finds-work-for-idle-hands.html"&gt;The Devil Finds Work for Idle Hands&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-5011892062428724258?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/5011892062428724258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/5011892062428724258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/devil-made-me-do-it.html' title='The Devil Made Me Do It!'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-4429930179859234364</id><published>2010-01-12T12:05:00.024Z</published><updated>2010-01-14T13:31:05.343Z</updated><title type='text'>Where the Heart Is - Revisited</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"Love is space and time measured by the heart." &lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/authors/m/marcel_proust.html"&gt;Marcel Proust&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I used to contribute to a forum on the Internet. I recently heard that one of my friends at that forum had passed away. Although I felt sad for his family and loved ones, it didn't touch me at all nor did I feel any inclination to post any messages on the forum. I believe it's because I feel an impersonal love for him, the same love he had for others. Impersonal love always wishes happiness and the best for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the same impersonal love I have for everyone, whether I know them personally or not. For instance, last night as I was walking home, I saw this guy slip and fall on the ice. The impersonal love I have for him inspired me to check that he was OK. After speaking to him for a few minutes, I wished him well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's another kind of love which is my heart's expression. My heart attracts to me personal and special friends, things and experiences that resonate with my heart and helps me stay true to myself. For instance, when the American singer, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michael_Jackson"&gt;Michael Jackson&lt;/a&gt; passed away, although I didn't know him personally, I really felt it because I've loved his music and dance practically all my life. There were times when I would be feeling down and Michael's songs would instantly uplift me. I even used to speak to him in thought; I still do. Michael's music resonates with my heart and always will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my friend who has passed away. I wish you all the best and eternal happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related articles: &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/tuning-out-of-collective-consciousness.html"&gt;Tuning Out the Collective Consciousness&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/loving-my-many-forms.html"&gt;Loving My Many Forms&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/power-of-love-revisited.html"&gt;The Power of Love - Revisited&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/heart-rules.html"&gt;The Heart Rules!&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/killing-time.html"&gt;Killing Time&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/playing-by-heart.html"&gt;Playing by Heart&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone.blogspot.com/2009/11/why-michael-jackson-lives-on-and-on.html"&gt;Why Michael Jackson Lives On and On&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://alldoneanddusted.blogspot.com/2009/02/celebrating-love.html"&gt;Celebrating Love&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://beingallandnothing.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-about-how-i-feel-about-it.html"&gt;It's about How I Feel about It&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://beingthemagic1.blogspot.com/2008/07/where-heart-is.html"&gt;Where the Heart Is&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://beingthemagic.blogspot.com/2008/04/keeping-it-real.html"&gt;Keeping It Real&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-4429930179859234364?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/4429930179859234364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/4429930179859234364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/where-heart-is-revisited.html' title='Where the Heart Is - Revisited'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-6653985804842935763</id><published>2010-01-12T11:50:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-01-12T11:51:21.364Z</updated><title type='text'>Song of the Day - 19</title><content type='html'>I just can't stop loving you, Michael. You're in my heart forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tai2j3dVSUQ&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tai2j3dVSUQ&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-6653985804842935763?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/6653985804842935763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/6653985804842935763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/song-of-day-19.html' title='Song of the Day - 19'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-7840384459466464995</id><published>2010-01-11T13:11:00.020Z</published><updated>2010-01-11T16:34:02.023Z</updated><title type='text'>What is Luck? - Revisited</title><content type='html'>The other night I watched the TV gameshow "In It to Win It" which is part of the National Lottery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first contestant selected was very good at answering the questions (each question was worth £5,000) and amassed £60,000 before he got a question wrong and had to go into the "Red Area". This gave other contestants the opportunity to join the game and make some cash. To cut a long story short, when the klaxon went, the amount was finally frozen at £65,000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next stage of the game is the four contestants now remaining have to answer one final question. If they get it right they will win a share of the £65,000. One woman who had not contributed any money to the fund answered her final question correctly. Another guy who had answered one question i.e. contributed £5,000 got his question right. The third contestant who had not contributed anything didn't get her question right and was eliminated. Just before the host asked the final contestant, who had contributed £60,000, he told him he deserved to win his share as he'd answered most of the questions. Unfortunately, the contestant got his final question wrong and was eliminated. That meant the two remaining contestants went home with £32,500 each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gameshow got me thinking about luck. Was the woman who hadn't answered any questions and ended up winning £32,5000 just plain lucky? Was the contestant who had done all the hard work unlucky?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is luck anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luck seems to suggest that some people can just breeze through life while others have to struggle to make ends meet. In other words, life is not fair. I don't believe that at all. I believe life is fair because life gives you exactly what you believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you believe life is not fair and it's a constant struggle, then what you've worked hard for might be taken away from you or you might experience life as hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you believe you only get what you deserve or have worked very hard for, then you're not going to be open to other ways of being blessed even when it's staring at you in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you believe you deserve to be blessed whether you work hard or not, then that's exactly what you'll experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that the Universe did not intend for man to struggle. That's why the Universe has provided all that we need; all we have to do is receive. It is our nature to be blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If being lucky means just having a thought about what I want to experience and it manifests effortlessly, then I consider myself very lucky indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related articles: &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/love-builder.html"&gt;Love, the Builder&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-is-strength.html"&gt;What is Strength?&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/your-wish-is-my-command.html"&gt;Your Wish is My Command&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-love-has-already-provided.html"&gt;What Love Has Already Provided&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/blessings-galore.html"&gt;Blessings Galore&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://alldoneanddusted1.blogspot.com/2009/04/that-was-lucky.html"&gt;That was Lucky!&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://alldoneanddusted.blogspot.com/2009/01/give-and-take.html"&gt;Give and Take&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://www.powertoshare.com/dropzone/articles/2007/07/what-is-luck/#comments"&gt;What is Luck?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-7840384459466464995?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/7840384459466464995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/7840384459466464995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-is-luck-revisited.html' title='What is Luck? - Revisited'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-473846954489096396</id><published>2010-01-11T10:51:00.022Z</published><updated>2010-01-11T16:22:08.791Z</updated><title type='text'>Tuning Out the Collective Consciousness</title><content type='html'>I have observed that whatever I'm doing whether it's watching a TV programme, reading an article, listening to music, browsing the Internet, taking a walk etc...I am automatically joined with all the thoughts and feelings of everyone having the experience in the past, present or future. For instance, when I'm watching the news, I'm picking up on all the thoughts and beliefs surrounding the news items. As I don't wish to be influenced either way, I find it best to tune out, which I achieve in two ways: I either remain neutral i.e. have no thoughts; or I just love whatever I'm doing. I find when I'm loving what I'm doing, there are always wonderful gems to discover that I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night while I was watching &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dancing_on_Ice_(UK)"&gt;Dancing on Ice&lt;/a&gt;, the TV show where celebrities paired with professional ice skaters compete with one another, I could feel the thoughts and feelings from the audience. While sometimes it's fun to take sides, I didn't feel like taking sides, so I just focused on how much I loved all the contestants. During each performance, even though I could see the contestants were not all skating at the same standard, I still found something to appreciate about each performance like: the skating style, the lifts, the colour of their outfits, and the music they were skating to. After the programme had finished, I wasn't too bothered to find out who the audience had voted out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I'm busy loving something or someone, I end up seeing more things to appreciate. The more I appreciate, the more I find to appreciate and it snowballs from there. Then I get to experience lots of synchronicities, magic and wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe when I tune out the collective consciousness I am being the Soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related articles: &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/same-old-me-revisited.html"&gt;Same Old Me - Revisited&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/love-dissolves-fear.html"&gt;Love Dissolves Fear&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/power-of-love-revisited.html"&gt;The Power of Love - Revisited&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone.blogspot.com/2009/10/guilt.html"&gt;Guilt&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone.blogspot.com/2009/09/method-to-my-madness.html"&gt;A Method to My Madness&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://iamwhatiamv8.blogspot.com/2009/07/why-its-important-to-stay-neutral.html"&gt;Why It's Important to Stay Neutral&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://alldoneanddusted1.blogspot.com/2009/04/marking-your-territory.html"&gt;Marking Your Territory&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://alldoneanddusted1.blogspot.com/2009/03/love-and-fear-cannot-occupy-same-space.html"&gt;Love and Fear Cannot Occupy the Same Space&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://beingthemagic1.blogspot.com/2008/07/womans-right-to-plug-out-of-system.html"&gt;A Woman's Right to Plug Out of the System&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://beingthemagic1.blogspot.com/2008/07/living-magic.html"&gt;Living the Magic&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://beingthemagic.blogspot.com/2008/04/why-inner-critic-is-my-greatest-ally.html"&gt;Why the Inner Critic is Now My Greatest Ally&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://freetobeme1-ej.blogspot.com/2008/01/bring-it-on.html"&gt;Bring It On!&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://lovealways-ej.blogspot.com/2007/09/observer.html"&gt;The Observer&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://livingaslovelight.blogspot.com/2006/09/loving-news.html"&gt;Loving the News&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-473846954489096396?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/473846954489096396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/473846954489096396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/tuning-out-of-collective-consciousness.html' title='Tuning Out the Collective Consciousness'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-6070687652205119421</id><published>2010-01-09T15:42:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-09T15:56:02.461Z</updated><title type='text'>Song of the Day - 18</title><content type='html'>"Gold" by Spandau Ballet.  Powerful! LOVE it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;You are Gold&lt;br /&gt;Always believe in your soul&lt;br /&gt;You have the power to know,&lt;br /&gt;You are indestructible, always believe in&lt;br /&gt;Cos you are&lt;br /&gt;Gold. &lt;a href="http://www.metrolyrics.com/gold-lyrics-spandau-ballet.html"&gt;Gold lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gSq8ZBdSxNU&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gSq8ZBdSxNU&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-6070687652205119421?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/6070687652205119421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/6070687652205119421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/song-of-day-18.html' title='Song of the Day - 18'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-4525655780002918661</id><published>2010-01-09T14:43:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-01-09T15:07:04.511Z</updated><title type='text'>Same Old Me - Revisited</title><content type='html'>After thousands of years, the sun and I meet at a social gathering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello sun," I say, "you're looking radiant."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why, thank you," sun beams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you up to these days?" I say. "Are you still shining?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes.  Nothing ever changes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny when I get reacquainted with old friends and they ask me what I'm up to, it's as if they expect me to have transformed into someone else.  All I can say is I'm the same old me.  Granted, I may have had tons of experiences, but I am always expressing myself in a way that's uniquely me with the same old sense of humour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun can never stop shining because that's its nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Soul and it's my nature to be the Soul. That's why I can't stop being me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related articles: &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/loving-my-many-forms.html"&gt;Loving My Many Forms&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-is-point.html"&gt;What is the Point?&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://iamwhatiamv8.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-am-what-i-am.html"&gt;I Am What I Am&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://ineednotwant.blogspot.com/2009/07/same-old-me.html"&gt;Same Old Me&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://freetobeme-ej.blogspot.com/2007/11/soul.html"&gt;The Soul&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://freetobeme-ej.blogspot.com/2007/10/thats-me.html"&gt;That's Me!&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://freedom-expression-being.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-function.html"&gt;My Function&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://livingaslovelight.blogspot.com/2006/08/stop-dreaming-sing.html"&gt;Stop Dreaming, Sing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-4525655780002918661?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/4525655780002918661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/4525655780002918661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/same-old-me-revisited.html' title='Same Old Me - Revisited'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-7145052195546720037</id><published>2010-01-09T12:07:00.014Z</published><updated>2010-01-15T10:38:54.175Z</updated><title type='text'>Loving My Many Forms</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time I used to see things in my life as just things that one shouldn't get attached to, which can be replaced without much thought. When I started exploring who I am as Love, I realised that things that I attract are not only expressions of my joy and love, they are also me in forms. In other words, just as water can take solid, liquid and gas forms, I as Soul am constantly taking many different forms including thoughts, feelings, and solid forms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the things in my life are me, when something happens to them, I feel them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I love my gloves, I hadn't worn them in ages as I can't do much with them on and I didn't want to lose them. When it got really cold recently, I put on my old friends. Later that day, as I was leaving the library, I had this panic and knew there was something missing. When I checked my coat pockets I realised one of my gloves was missing. I felt it calling me and I retraced my step and found it underneath the chair I had been sitting on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night as I was watching television, I was filing my nails. Then I went to bed. In the middle of the night I woke up with this panic attack and felt like something missing. Then I remembered that I hadn't put my file back in the compartment in my handbag. My file had been calling out to me. When I woke up this morning, the first thing I did was look for the file, which I'd left in the living room, and put it back in the compartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times when feel this terrible wrench when I have to say goodbye to things that no longer serve me. I recently had to say goodbye to a pair of old boots that I loved. Before I put them in the bin, I thanked them for being there for me when I needed them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Soul and as Soul I take many different forms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love all of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related articles: &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/power-of-love-revisited.html"&gt;The Power of Love - Revisited&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/reconfigurations.html"&gt;Reconfigurations&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/why-all-selves-need-to-be-in-agreement.html"&gt;Why All Selves Need to Be in Agreement&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone.blogspot.com/2009/11/fear-is-forgetfulness-of-infinite-self.html"&gt;Fear is Forgetfulness of Infinite Self&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone.blogspot.com/2009/10/be-joy-and-rest-follows.html"&gt;Be Joy and the Rest Follows&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone.blogspot.com/2009/10/self-love.html"&gt;Self-Love&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone.blogspot.com/2009/10/paradigms-revisited.html"&gt;Paradigms - Revisited&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://alldoneanddusted1.blogspot.com/2009/04/things-are-thoughts.html"&gt;Things are Thoughts&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://beingthemagic1.blogspot.com/2008/07/heart-transplant.html"&gt;Heart Transplant&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://livingaslovelight.blogspot.com/2006/09/pieces-of-vector8.html"&gt;Pieces of Vector8&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://enociaj2.blogspot.com/2006/07/solid-liquid-and-gas.html"&gt;Solid, Liquid, and Gas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-7145052195546720037?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/7145052195546720037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/7145052195546720037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/loving-my-many-forms.html' title='Loving My Many Forms'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-2177252189242278597</id><published>2010-01-08T13:32:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-08T13:45:32.731Z</updated><title type='text'>Everything Works Out for Good</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago as I was walking past the recycling bins in our neighbourhood, a neighbour brought to my attention how someone had removed the lid. He said it was such a thoughtless action because when it rains the water was bound to get inside the bin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to this week and I took some paper and bottles to the bin to be recycled. When I tried the first bin with the lid, it was frozen stiff because of the cold weather so I put them through the bin without the lid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what the circumstances, it always works out for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related articles: &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-love-you-no-matter-what-mood-youre-in.html"&gt;I Love You No Matter What Mood You're In&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-all-good-revisited.html"&gt;It's All Good - Revisited&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-2177252189242278597?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/2177252189242278597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/2177252189242278597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/everything-works-out-for-good.html' title='Everything Works Out for Good'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-2208957923415920094</id><published>2010-01-08T12:41:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-01-08T13:31:11.939Z</updated><title type='text'>Love, the Builder</title><content type='html'>One of my visions for 2010 is I expect to witness greater demonstrations of Love in action. Here's one example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother said as she was about to take a shower, she noticed the water from the shower head wasn't flowing properly, which she thought was due to the buildup of limescale. She searched for the instruction manual but couldn't find it. She started worrying about how she was going to open it to remove the limescale. Then she relaxed and stopped worrying about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just at that moment, the doorbell rang and there was this builder who had done some work for her in the past. He said he was checking up on neighbours to see how they were coping after the recent snowfall and whether everything was OK. Mum told him he was a Godsend and asked him to look at the shower head. The builder opened it, poured some limescale remover, and told her he would be back in two hours to clean it. He returned as promise and the shower was back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum said she's realising more and more how pointless it is to worry, and how everything works out for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love takes on many forms including a builder when the need arises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to experiencing and witnessing even greater demonstrations of Love in action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related articles: &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/measure-of-wealth.html"&gt;The Measure of Wealth&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-vision-for-2010-and-beyond.html"&gt;My Vision for 2010 and Beyond&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/angels-at-work.html"&gt;Angels at Work&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone.blogspot.com/2009/10/how-to-get-out-of-sticky-situation.html"&gt;How to Get Out of a Sticky Situation&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://iamwhatiamv8.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-am-what-you-need.html"&gt;I Am What You Need&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://alldoneanddusted1.blogspot.com/2009/05/let-tomorrow-take-care-of-itself.html"&gt;Let Tomorrow Take Care of Itself&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://freetobeme1-ej.blogspot.com/2007/12/dont-worry-be-happy.html"&gt;Don't Worry, Be Happy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://freedom-expression-being.blogspot.com/2006/11/can-you-fix-it-god.html"&gt;Can You Fix It, God?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-2208957923415920094?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/2208957923415920094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/2208957923415920094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/love-builder.html' title='Love, the Builder'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-3259101228650332425</id><published>2010-01-08T12:13:00.011Z</published><updated>2010-01-08T13:27:49.684Z</updated><title type='text'>Love It, Live It</title><content type='html'>There is an electrical store in the UK called &lt;a href="http://www.google.co.uk/search?hl=en&amp;amp;source=hp&amp;amp;q=comet&amp;amp;meta=&amp;amp;aq=f&amp;amp;oq="&gt;Comet&lt;/a&gt;. Their slogan, which I LOVE is: "We live electricals." (And no, Comet is not paying me to promote them).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I love the Comet slogan is because I believe in the principle of living what you're into.  When you believe in a thing, principle, or lifestyle, it's important to love it and think about it all the time. Then it not only becomes living, breathing, and all-consuming, it also embodies who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe Love is a living, omnipresent, intelligence which has to be brought to life in order for me to constantly experience as normal what is usually considered to be "miraculous."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I think about Love as a principle every single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Comet, for the reminder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related articles: &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/love-grips.html"&gt;Love Grips&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/measure-of-wealth.html"&gt;The Measure of Wealth&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://beingallandnothing.blogspot.com/2008/11/work-ethics.html"&gt;Work Ethic&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://beingthemagic.blogspot.com/2008/05/why-i-believe-in-belief.html"&gt;Why I Believe in Belief&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-3259101228650332425?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/3259101228650332425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/3259101228650332425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/love-it-live-it.html' title='Love It, Live It'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-7965909786625851238</id><published>2010-01-08T11:48:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-08T11:53:28.480Z</updated><title type='text'>Love Grips</title><content type='html'>As I was walking with a friend, he asked me if my boots had good grips for the icy conditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have my angels, remember?" I said. "They keep me upright."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boots may not have grips, but I have Love grips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is my support in every moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related articles: &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/walking-in-light.html"&gt;Walking in Light&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-is-strength.html"&gt;What is Strength?&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/walking-with-angels.html"&gt;Walking with Angels&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-7965909786625851238?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/7965909786625851238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/7965909786625851238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/love-grips.html' title='Love Grips'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-4098962995521027799</id><published>2010-01-08T11:33:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-08T11:48:12.633Z</updated><title type='text'>Walking in Light</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"Thy word is a lamp unto my feet, and a light unto my path." &lt;a href="http://etext.lib.virginia.edu/etcbin/kjv2www?specfile=/texts/english/religion/kjv/kjv-pub.o2w&amp;act=text&amp;offset=5597953&amp;textreg=0&amp;query=path"&gt;Psalm 119: 105&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I was chatting to a friend recently about how on my way home, I usually walk through a park and via a canal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Isn't the canal dark at night?" he said. "Aren't you scared?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The way I see it, I walk in and am surrounded by Love," I said. "Love takes care of me and guides me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They've recently installed light under the bridge on the canal and it's really bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just shows when you know you're walking in Light, Light is then made manifest in a physical form - light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is all there is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related articles: &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/love-dissolves-fear.html"&gt;Love Dissolves Fear&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/love-is-all-there-is-revisited.html"&gt;Love is All There Is - Revisited&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://beingthemagic2.blogspot.com/2008/09/living-light.html"&gt;Living Light&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://beingthemagic.blogspot.com/2008/05/illumination.html"&gt;Illumination&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-4098962995521027799?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/4098962995521027799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/4098962995521027799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/walking-in-light.html' title='Walking in Light'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-3213476028133138571</id><published>2010-01-07T12:05:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-07T12:18:56.628Z</updated><title type='text'>Love Dissolves Fear</title><content type='html'>I used to be really scared when it snowed and it turned to ice because of my fear of slipping. Now because I believe in Love's omnipresence, I'm no longer scared. I know I'm being supported by the angels. Earlier on, while I was walking on ice, I was even texting a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where there is Love, there is nothing to fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I prefer warm weather to snow any time. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related articles: &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-love-you-no-matter-what-mood-youre-in.html"&gt;I Love You No Matter What Mood You're In&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/angels-at-work.html"&gt;Angels at Work&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone.blogspot.com/2009/10/is-love-greatest.html"&gt;Is Love the Greatest?&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://ineednotwant.blogspot.com/2009/05/loves-omnipresence.html"&gt;Love's Omnipresence&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://alldoneanddusted.blogspot.com/2009/02/weve-come-long-way-baby.html"&gt;We've Come a Long Way, Baby&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://alldoneanddusted.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-melts-grievances-and-grudges.html"&gt;Love Melts Grievances and Grudges&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-3213476028133138571?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/3213476028133138571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/3213476028133138571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/love-dissolves-fear.html' title='Love Dissolves Fear'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-1363934599882192786</id><published>2010-01-06T14:24:00.084Z</published><updated>2010-01-12T12:04:28.108Z</updated><title type='text'>The Measure of Wealth</title><content type='html'>In a documentary about a tribe in Africa, they talked about how in that community wealth is measured by how much cattle one has. Cattle is then translated into money which pays for whatever the family need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some cultures, it's about how many children one has which translates into manpower and money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other cultures, it's about how much intelligence you have which translates into money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe there's another way to measure wealth - how much one expresses Infinite Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe Infinite Love is a living, intelligence that interpenetrates all time, all space, and all realities. Although this Intelligence is impersonal it can be expressed in a personal way according to the individual's needs. The Intelligence can also be expressed independent of individuals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Love is everywhere present, it has to be activated in order for it to come to life. I activate Love by: being aware of Love's presence; being grateful to Love; or loving what I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Love is activated, Love allows, animates, answers, appears, arranges, awakens, beautifies, blesses, breathes, builds, calms, causes, clears, comforts, communes, communicates, composes, conducts, connects, controls, creates, delights, directs, dissolves, embodies, embraces, empowers, energises, enjoys, enlightens, enriches, entertains, expands, expresses, feeds, feels, fills, flows, forms, gives, gladdens, grows, guides, harmonises, heals, holds, ignites, illuminates, inspires, joins, keeps, knows, leads, liberates, lifts, lights, lives, magnetises, magnifies, manifests, materialises, melts, moves, multiplies, nourishes, opens, pacifies, perfects, performs, plays, pleasures, produces, prospers, protects, provides, quickens, radiates, reconfigures, regenerates, reigns, releases, renews, resolves, restores, resurrects, reveals, rules, satisfies, saves, sees, shelters, shines, shows, soothes, stills, strengthens, supplies, supports, sustains, thinks, transforms, transports, unites, uplifts, visualises, works...and so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I have to do is believe and let Love work in His own amazing ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me thinks the wealthiest people in the world are those who know how to activate Infinite Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related articles: &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-love-you-no-matter-what-mood-youre-in.html"&gt;I Love You No Matter What Mood You're In&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/love-is-all-there-is-revisited.html"&gt;Love is All There Is - Revisited&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/power-of-love-revisited.html"&gt;The Power of Love - Revisited&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/intimacy.html"&gt;Intimacy&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/thank-you.html"&gt;Thank You!&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone.blogspot.com/2009/10/be-joy-and-rest-follows.html"&gt;Be Joy and the Rest Follows&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-explanations-necessary.html"&gt;No Explanations Necessary&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone.blogspot.com/2009/09/wealth-alternative-view.html"&gt;Wealth - An Alternative View&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://iamwhatiamv8.blogspot.com/2009/08/for-love-starved.html"&gt;For the Love Starved&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://alldoneanddusted1.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-pursuit-of-wealth.html"&gt;In Pursuit of Wealth&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://alldoneanddusted.blogspot.com/2009/03/measure-of-success.html"&gt;The Measure of Success&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://beingallandnothing.blogspot.com/2008/11/alien.html"&gt;The Alien&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://beingthemagic2.blogspot.com/2008/08/activating-love-revisited.html"&gt;Activating Love - Revisited&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-1363934599882192786?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/1363934599882192786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/1363934599882192786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/measure-of-wealth.html' title='The Measure of Wealth'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-9172222740422046955</id><published>2010-01-06T11:29:00.018Z</published><updated>2010-01-06T13:50:06.235Z</updated><title type='text'>I Love You No Matter What Mood You're In</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I can get very moody but I still love and accept myself anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like me, I have observed days have their moods. They can be bright, calm, drizzly, dry, freezing, scorching, snowy, sunny, warm, wet, windy, etc. There are some moods I like and some I don't much care for but I've come to realise that the days are simply expressing themselves in their own way and want to be loved and appreciated for who they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up this morning I noticed there were several inches of snow. I think snow looks pretty on cards, photos  and on films, but I don't like being in it. So I looked out of the window and thought to myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I see You are expressing Yourself as snow at the moment? That's alright with me. I love You anyway."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way to catch my bus I noticed several kids playing in the snow. I wondered if the schools were closed. As I walked past a local school I heard this man asking a boy what he was going to do on his day off. The boy said he was heading home. When they finished chatting, I asked the man if the school was closed and he said yes. He said he was a teacher at that school and he'd come all that way for nothing. We discussed how poorly equipped the British system is for coping with snow. At least the buses were running. I told him that when I attended secondary school in Sierra Leone, it didn't matter how much it rained or how flooded the roads were, we still had to go to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend said he also went to school in Sierra Leone and told me what school he'd attended, which I'd heard of. We talked about what life was like over there. I told him I haven't been back since I came to England and he said I should consider paying a visit. I also recommended a new book about Sierra Leone but I couldn't remember the title. I promised to find out the title and take it to his school next time I'm passing by. It was such fun meeting my new friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just shows that no matter what mood the day is in, when I love the day anyway life is full of wonder and magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love You no matter what mood You're in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related articles: &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/love-is-all-there-is-revisited.html"&gt;Love is All There Is - Revisited&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/power-of-love-revisited.html"&gt;The Power of Love - Revisited&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/through-thick-and-thin.html"&gt;Through Thick and Thin&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://alldoneanddusted1.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-mood-are-you-in.html"&gt;What Mood are You In?&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://alldoneanddusted.blogspot.com/2009/02/let-it-snow.html"&gt;Let it Snow!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-9172222740422046955?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/9172222740422046955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/9172222740422046955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-love-you-no-matter-what-mood-youre-in.html' title='I Love You No Matter What Mood You&apos;re In'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-5740411090536399885</id><published>2010-01-05T14:12:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-01-06T11:10:10.955Z</updated><title type='text'>What is Insanity?</title><content type='html'>I was chatting to a friend about how I saw this guy walking in shorts last night even though it was several degrees below Zero. He asked me if it the guy had a particular colour shorts on and I said no. He said there's a guy who walks around in the city who always wears the same colour shorts, t-shirt and open sandals no matter what the weather. My friend believes the guy is insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got me thinking about what insanity is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who are labelled as "nuts" or "insane" are not living according to the rules of society. If you don't believe in society's laws about nature, for instance, then you're living according to what you believe is true for you. Is it any wonder why the two men go around in shorts when it's meant to be freezing? In their reality it's probably too warm to wear a coat and scarf. There have been times when people have been in shorts and it's meant to be boiling hot and I've had on my cardigan because I was freezing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the book &lt;a href="http://www.spirituality.com/dt/toc_sh.jhtml"&gt;Science and Health with Keys to the Scriptures&lt;/a&gt;, the author Mary Baker Eddy cites a woman who went insane after she was parted from her lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Disappointed in love in her early years, she became insane and lost all account of time. Believing that she was still living in the same hour which parted her from her lover, taking no note of years, she stood daily before the window watching for her lover's coming. In this mental state she remained young. Having no consciousness of time, she literally grew no older. Some American travellers saw her when she was seventy-four, and supposed her to be a young woman. She had no care-lined face, no wrinkles nor gray hair, but youth sat gently on cheek and brow. Asked to guess her age, those unacquainted with her history conjectured that she must be under twenty." &lt;a href="http://www.spirituality.com/dt/toc_sh.jhtml"&gt;Science and Health, 245: 1-15&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;In other words, the woman was so lost in her own reality she was no longer affected by the consensus reality that aging is natural. That's one advantage of madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given my beliefs and ideas, I'm sure there are those who think I'm bonkers. Heck, I even see things a lot of people don't. If being mad means not buying into society's idea of sanity, I would rather be insane, thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am insanely sane. Mwahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related articles: &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/hat-of-matter.html"&gt;The Hat of the Matter&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone.blogspot.com/2009/09/method-to-my-madness.html"&gt;A Method to My Madness&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://iamwhatiamv8.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-is-mental-illness.html"&gt;What is Mental Illness?&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://ineednotwant.blogspot.com/2009/07/power-of-unbelief.html"&gt;The Power of Unbelief&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://alldoneanddusted1.blogspot.com/2009/04/playing-by-your-own-rules-revisited.html"&gt;Playing By Your Own Rules - Revisited&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://beingthemagic1.blogspot.com/2008/06/thinking-outside-box.html"&gt;Thinking Outside the Box&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://freetobeme1-ej.blogspot.com/2008/02/mutual-agreements.html"&gt;Mutual Agreements&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://cosmicluciddreamer.blogspot.com/2007/03/making-everything-up.html"&gt;Making Everything Up&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://simplyenocia.blogspot.com/2005/12/to-believe-is-to-agree-with.html"&gt;To Believe is to Agree With&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://theoneinall.blogspot.com/2005/07/formlessness-being-like-bee-and-losing_12.html"&gt;Formlessness, Being Like a Bee and Losing Your Mind&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-5740411090536399885?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/5740411090536399885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/5740411090536399885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-is-insanity.html' title='What is Insanity?'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-7538430025725305864</id><published>2010-01-05T11:06:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-05T12:03:38.842Z</updated><title type='text'>Song of the Day - 17</title><content type='html'>Sometimes a song says it best.  "Kind of Hush" by The Carpenters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GJDvhNszkRc&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GJDvhNszkRc&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-7538430025725305864?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/7538430025725305864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/7538430025725305864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/song-of-day-17.html' title='Song of the Day - 17'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-3917830542711869597</id><published>2010-01-04T11:55:00.037Z</published><updated>2010-01-06T15:11:05.445Z</updated><title type='text'>Love is All There Is - Revisited</title><content type='html'>I believe there are as many ways of expressing self as there are beings in the universe. That's why it's important to be true to mySelf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the Path of Love meaning I'm here to live with the awareness that Love is all there is. Thus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is abundance.&lt;br /&gt;Love is beauty.&lt;br /&gt;Love is body.&lt;br /&gt;Love is cause.&lt;br /&gt;Love is creation.&lt;br /&gt;Love is enjoyment.&lt;br /&gt;Love is freedom.&lt;br /&gt;Love is fulfilment.&lt;br /&gt;Love is happiness.&lt;br /&gt;Love is harmony.&lt;br /&gt;Love is inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;Love is intelligence.&lt;br /&gt;Love is life.&lt;br /&gt;Love is light.&lt;br /&gt;Love is magic.&lt;br /&gt;Love is mind.&lt;br /&gt;Love is nourishment.&lt;br /&gt;Love is peace.&lt;br /&gt;Love is perfection.&lt;br /&gt;Love is power.&lt;br /&gt;Love is riches.&lt;br /&gt;Love is self.&lt;br /&gt;Love is source.&lt;br /&gt;Love is spirit.&lt;br /&gt;Love is supply.&lt;br /&gt;Love is support.&lt;br /&gt;Love is wealth.&lt;br /&gt;Love is wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;Love is wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My purpose is to express and share what I love. I believe the entire universe - including my thoughts, feelings and body - are tools to express what I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the reality of "Love is all there is" is rather like experiencing the sun's glorious radiance all the time; while thoughts and emotions of fear and disharmony that give rise to equivalent experiences are like clouds that attempt to mask the sun's radiance. The trick is to develop a practice whereby I am constantly experiencing the sun's radiance regardless of the atmosphere. The simplest way, I find, is to love all that I am, love what I love and give love. This is not just a one-off practice. As long as I'm in this reality, it's important to love every single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am loving what I love I am activating the infinite power of Love in all. In other words, the world comes to life with love and light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once Love is activated, Love is now the Cause of all my experiences. Love then paves the way for me to have experiences that resonate with who I am being by; dissolving or removing obstacles; healing and restoring; bringing me experiences that I love; attracting to me playmates who resonate; revealing wonderful treasures for me to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, at the bus stop I noticed the lady beside me had a beautiful blue scarf which really complimented her skin tone. I told her how much I loved her scarf and she said it was her favourite colour. She also said my purple scarf, a present from a friend, was beautiful. I told her purple is my favourite colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later when I picked up my email, I noticed a friend had sent me two video links of characters from the sci-fi TV series &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Star_Trek:_The_Next_Generation"&gt;Star Trek: The Next Generation&lt;/a&gt; messing around. I'm a HUGE fan of Star Trek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe the above examples are perfect demonstrations of how Love is constantly meeting all our needs according to our unique temperaments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is all there is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I expect to experience greater demonstrations of Love in action in every moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related articles: &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-vision-for-2010-and-beyond.html"&gt;My Vision for 2010 and Beyond&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/power-of-love-revisited.html"&gt;The Power of Love - Revisited&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/mind-doors.html"&gt;Mind the Doors!&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/reconfigurations.html"&gt;Reconfigurations&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/saviour-revisited.html"&gt;The Saviour - Revisited&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/show-must-go-on.html"&gt;The Show Must Go On&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/living-in-art.html"&gt;Living in Art&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/if-its-not-love-it-doesnt-exist.html"&gt;If It's Not Love It Doesn't Exist&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/do-i-need-three-meals-day.html"&gt;Do I Need Three Meals a Day?&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/thank-you.html"&gt;Thank You!&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/ascension-game-of-snakes-and-ladders.html"&gt;Ascension - the Game of Snakes and Ladders&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone.blogspot.com/2009/10/sun-god.html"&gt;The Sun God&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-is-life.html"&gt;What is Life?&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://iamwhatiamv8.blogspot.com/2009/08/bus-announcer.html"&gt;The Bus Announcer&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://iamwhatiamv8.blogspot.com/2009/08/love-gives-you-freedom.html"&gt;Love Gives You Freedom&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://iamwhatiamv8.blogspot.com/2009/07/paving-way.html"&gt;Paving the Way&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://alldoneanddusted1.blogspot.com/2009/03/self-confidence.html"&gt;Self-Confidence&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://beingallandnothing.blogspot.com/2008/12/purpose-of-universe.html"&gt;The Purpose of the Universe&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://beingthemagic2.blogspot.com/2008/09/using-gifts-i-have-been-given.html"&gt;Using the Gifts I Have Been Given&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://beingthemagic2.blogspot.com/2008/08/activating-love-revisited.html"&gt;Activating Love - Revisited&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://beingthemagic.blogspot.com/2008/05/illumination.html"&gt;Illumination&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://freetobeme1-ej.blogspot.com/2008/03/living-on-love.html"&gt;Living on Love&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://freetobeme1-ej.blogspot.com/2008/02/love-is-life.html"&gt;Love is Life&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://freetobeme1-ej.blogspot.com/2007/12/path-of-love.html"&gt;The Path of Love&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://freetobeme-ej.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-just-love-machine.html"&gt;I'm Just a Love Machine&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://livingaslovelight.blogspot.com/2006/09/love-is-all-there-is.html"&gt;Love is All There Is&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zHzMLGH1Rfs"&gt;Greatest Day Video by Take That&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/t8aEhtJ-sgg&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/t8aEhtJ-sgg&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-3917830542711869597?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/3917830542711869597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/3917830542711869597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/love-is-all-there-is-revisited.html' title='Love is All There Is - Revisited'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-4768222583118448229</id><published>2010-01-02T16:20:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-02T16:23:33.447Z</updated><title type='text'>Song of the Day - 16</title><content type='html'>I just LOVE this song "These Were the Days" by Queen. For me, it's a reminder to focus on what really matters - love.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still love you, Freddie Mercury. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mRwG5LoSvwQ&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mRwG5LoSvwQ&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-4768222583118448229?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/4768222583118448229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/4768222583118448229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/song-of-day-16.html' title='Song of the Day - 16'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-4128134026205709941</id><published>2010-01-02T13:36:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-01-02T14:00:30.805Z</updated><title type='text'>My Vision for 2010 and Beyond</title><content type='html'>For 2010 and beyond:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I expect to experience greater demonstrations of Love in action in every moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I expect to witness untold magic and wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I expect to be even more joyful in every moment for no reason at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related articles: &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/things-that-make-me-smile-revisited.html"&gt;Things that Make Me Smile - Revisited&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/blessings-galore.html"&gt;Blessings Galore&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://ineednotwant.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-world-needs-now-is-more-dreamers.html"&gt;What the World Needs Now is More Dreamers&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://ineednotwant.blogspot.com/2009/05/power-of-expectations.html"&gt;The Power of Expectations&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://alldoneanddusted.blogspot.com/2009/02/greatest-day-of-my-life.html"&gt;The Greatest Day of My Life&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://alldoneanddusted.blogspot.com/2009/01/seeing-green-shoots.html"&gt;Seeing Green Shoots&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://beingthemagic2.blogspot.com/2008/08/activating-love-revisited.html"&gt;Activating Love - Revisited&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://beingthemagic.blogspot.com/2008/04/make-room-for-magic-and-wonder.html"&gt;Make Room for Magic and Wonder&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://lovealways-ej.blogspot.com/2007/08/inexhaustible-love.html"&gt;Inexhaustible Love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-4128134026205709941?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/4128134026205709941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/4128134026205709941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-vision-for-2010-and-beyond.html' title='My Vision for 2010 and Beyond'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-6292763447218621372</id><published>2010-01-02T13:17:00.006Z</published><updated>2010-01-02T13:36:22.792Z</updated><title type='text'>Things that Make Me Smile - Revisited</title><content type='html'>So a friend on Facebook wrote about how it's the little things that people say or do that make her smile. It got me thinking of things that make me smile. I thought of how some of the antics that pigeons get up to make me smile. (See &lt;a href="http://alldoneanddusted.blogspot.com/2009/03/things-that-make-me-smile.html"&gt;Things that Make Me Smile&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within half an hour, I received an email from a friend with a video link about a pigeon's antics, which made me smile. (See video below).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It never ceases to amaze me how like attracts like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I expect to experience zillions of things that make me smile. Otherwise, I can always smile for no good reason at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related articles: &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/power-of-love-revisited.html"&gt;The Power of Love - Revisited&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/search-engine-revisited.html"&gt;Search Engine - Revisited&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://ineednotwant.blogspot.com/2009/06/pigeons-do-funniest-things.html"&gt;Pigeons Do the Funniest Things&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://alldoneanddusted.blogspot.com/2009/03/things-that-make-me-smile.html"&gt;Things that Make Me Smile&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://vector8.blogspot.com/2004/06/smile-please.html"&gt;Smile Please!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jEjUAnPc2VA&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jEjUAnPc2VA&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-6292763447218621372?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/6292763447218621372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/6292763447218621372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/things-that-make-me-smile-revisited.html' title='Things that Make Me Smile - Revisited'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-8943775694067930896</id><published>2010-01-02T12:20:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-02T12:25:02.518Z</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day - 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Neo: I know Kung Fu&lt;br /&gt;Morpheus: Show me. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0133093/"&gt;The Matrix&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related article: &lt;a href="http://livingaslovelight.blogspot.com/2006/08/stop-dreaming-sing.html"&gt;Stop Dreaming, Sing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H8zyF0ZOy3k&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H8zyF0ZOy3k&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-8943775694067930896?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/8943775694067930896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/8943775694067930896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/quote-of-day-3.html' title='Quote of the Day - 3'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-1790916881851016697</id><published>2010-01-02T10:47:00.012Z</published><updated>2010-01-02T12:12:12.970Z</updated><title type='text'>The Power of Love - Revisited</title><content type='html'>I have observed that when I love something, that thing is magnified in my life experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend loaned me a book recently called &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Crack-Wall-Hodder-Christian-Paperbacks/dp/0340694491"&gt;Crack in the Wall&lt;/a&gt; about a Christian missionary's work in Hong Kong and how many drug addicts came off drugs cold turkey through prayer. While I was reading the book, I kept thinking of the film &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0070034/"&gt;Enter the Dragon&lt;/a&gt;, starring &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bruce_Lee"&gt;Bruce Lee&lt;/a&gt; who I really admire and find very inspiring. The film is set in Hong Kong. Lee's character is sent to a particular island to spy on a crime lord who uses fighting tournaments to attract potential drug-traffickers. I thought it would be interesting to watch the film again after reading the book. Well, my dream did come true because within a week the film was shown on television, which I enjoyed. I particularly LOVE the fight scene in the room that has many mirrors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I emailed my friend to tell her how much I'd enjoyed the book and how it had reminded me of the Bruce Lee film which I had watched. My friend, who lived in Hong Kong as a child, told me her mother once met Bruce Lee's widow outside her kindergarten. Apparently she had attended the same kindergarten as Bruce Lee's kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the power of Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love for Bruce Lee, who was raised in Hong Kong as a child, attracted my friend who lived in Hong Kong as a child, and she loaned me the book set in Hong Kong, which attracted the film set in Hong Kong that I've watched many times and has even inspired my writings. I expect to experience lots more Bruce Lee in my life experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love life.&lt;br /&gt;I love the Universe.&lt;br /&gt;I love Me.&lt;br /&gt;I love Freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related articles: &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/love-found-me.html"&gt;Love Found Me&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-currency.html"&gt;The Love Currency&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone.blogspot.com/2009/10/be-joy-and-rest-follows.html"&gt;Be Joy and the Rest Follows&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://alldoneanddusted.blogspot.com/2009/01/problem-with-love.html"&gt;The Problem with Love&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://alldoneanddusted.blogspot.com/2009/02/power-of-magnification.html"&gt;The Power of Magnification&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://beingthemagic.blogspot.com/2008/05/power-of-love.html"&gt;The Power of Love&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://freetobeme1-ej.blogspot.com/2008/03/love-is-only-cause-i-support.html"&gt;Love is the Only Cause I Support&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://simplyenocia.blogspot.com/2006/01/let-yourself-go.html"&gt;Let Yourself Go&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://www.powertoshare.com/dropzone/articles/2004/09/shattering-the-mirrors/"&gt;Shattering the Mirrors&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-1790916881851016697?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/1790916881851016697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/1790916881851016697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/power-of-love-revisited.html' title='The Power of Love - Revisited'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-4465712151683665621</id><published>2010-01-02T10:43:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-02T10:47:05.050Z</updated><title type='text'>Song of the Day - 15</title><content type='html'>The song just popped in my head and I started humming it.  Just as well I LOVE it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeke Yeke" by Mory Kante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/APTtkotTYXQ&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/APTtkotTYXQ&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-4465712151683665621?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/4465712151683665621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/4465712151683665621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/song-of-day-15.html' title='Song of the Day - 15'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-1522223037565322620</id><published>2010-01-01T17:37:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-01-01T18:02:04.560Z</updated><title type='text'>Being Space</title><content type='html'>I believe every story can be experienced on three levels: appearance, meaning, and the space between the words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the appearance level, I am focused on how the words appear, whether they are grammatically correct, whether they are verbose or need editing. I personally can only read small chunks at a time; that's why I write short articles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the meaning level, I am focused on understanding the meaning the words convey and how they apply to my life experience. Some ideas invoke certain feelings, while others don't. Some ideas can uplift while others can make you feel drained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the space between the words level, I get to experience the intention behind the words, the source from which the ideas emerge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore how I interpret a story depends on what level I'm focused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe life can be experienced on similar levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I experience life from the appearance level, I am focused only on what is visible or discernible by the senses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I experience life from the meaning level, then life is what I believe it is. If I perceive something is bad, then it is bad for me; if I believe something is good, then it's good for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I experience life from the space level, then I am being the Cause where all realities emerge, where there is true power, where the magic happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe the Cause level is rather like being a song producer who does all the background work, yet people tend to only focus on the musicians instead of how it was all produced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say my preferred level of reality is that of the space between the words. I guess it's because I am a "behind the scenes" kind of person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related articles: &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/smoke-screens.html"&gt;Smoke-Screens&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/ascension-game-of-snakes-and-ladders.html"&gt;Ascension - the Game of Snakes and Ladder&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://ineednotwant.blogspot.com/2009/06/taking-rough-with-smooth.html"&gt;Taking the Rough with the Smooth&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://ineednotwant.blogspot.com/2009/06/keep-moving.html"&gt;Keep Moving&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://alldoneanddusted.blogspot.com/2009/02/answer-is-always-one-revisited.html"&gt;The Answer is Always One - Revisited&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://beingallandnothing.blogspot.com/2008/11/music-producer.html"&gt;The Music Producer&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://beingthemagic2.blogspot.com/2008/09/transcending-duality.html"&gt;Transcending Duality&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://lovealways-ej.blogspot.com/2007/09/if-at-first-you-dont-succeed-stop.html"&gt;If At First You Don't Succeed, Stop Trying&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://cosmicluciddreamer.blogspot.com/2007/04/symbols-thoughts-or-feelings.html"&gt;Symbols, Thoughts or Feelings&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://cosmicluciddreamer.blogspot.com/2007/03/word-power.html"&gt;Word Power&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://lifeasejknowsit.blogspot.com/2007/02/space-final-frontier.html"&gt;Space, the Final Frontier&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://freedom-expression-being.blogspot.com/2006/12/mary-and-martha.html"&gt;Mary and Martha&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://simplyenocia.blogspot.com/2006/01/when-being-good-is-not-enough.html"&gt;When Being Good is Not Enough&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://www.powertoshare.com/dropzone/articles/2004/07/nice-words-but-so-what/"&gt;Nice Words and So What?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-1522223037565322620?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/1522223037565322620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/1522223037565322620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2010/01/being-space.html' title='Being Space'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-8018201373288889206</id><published>2009-12-31T15:03:00.012Z</published><updated>2009-12-31T16:20:23.365Z</updated><title type='text'>Mind the Doors!</title><content type='html'>As it was raining, I decided to catch the bus home. When the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Articulated_bus"&gt;bendy bus&lt;/a&gt; arrived the middle and back doors were closed and the driver seemed to be indicating that we should use the front doors but a few of us stayed put until he opened the middle doors. At the next stop I noticed the middle and back doors were closed. The driver told passengers those doors weren't working and asked them to use the front doors. It's funny how the doors had worked when I wanted to get on board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because some passengers right at the back couldn't hear the driver, some of them tried to exit through the middle or back doors. By the time they realised what was going on, it was too late for the driver to let them off, which was quite entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point I thought to myself that it would be funny if the middle doors started working again when I want to get off. At the next stop, the driver opened the doors and the middle and back doors opened. I heard him telling another driver that he'd been having problems with the doors. The driver advised all of us to catch the bus behind which we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind the doors! Oh, never mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related articles: &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/last-minute-shopping.html"&gt;Last Minute Shopping&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone.blogspot.com/2009/11/driving-me-bonkers.html"&gt;Driving Me Bonkers&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://freetobeme-ej.blogspot.com/2007/10/circle-of-influence.html"&gt;Circle of Influence&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://simplyenocia.blogspot.com/2005/11/open-and-shut-case.html"&gt;An Open-and-Shut Case&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-8018201373288889206?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/8018201373288889206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/8018201373288889206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/mind-doors.html' title='Mind the Doors!'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-7027122753741597993</id><published>2009-12-31T12:49:00.012Z</published><updated>2009-12-31T15:01:10.133Z</updated><title type='text'>Reconfigurations</title><content type='html'>I believe while Love is all there is, not all creations are of Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put another way, all is composed of Love and what Love has created is all good. However, what is good can be reconfigured to cause pain and suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's take natural disasters, which insurance companies would have us believe are "acts of God." How can God who is Love create situations that destroy and cause suffering? I believe the weather has been reconfigured by man's fearful thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is whatever has been reconfigured through fear can be transmuted by love. I'm reminded of Paramahansa Yogananda's book "Autobiography of a Yogi" where he cites how biologist, &lt;a href="http://www.thenazareneway.com/Autobiography_of_a_Yogi/Chapter%2038.htm"&gt;Luther Burbank&lt;/a&gt;, created a spineless cacti by creating a vibration of love around them. Once the plants stopped feeling fearful, they lost their spines. I've been on walks where there were lots of prickly plants and haven't been stung because I've kept reminding myself that Love is all there is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have observed my body being constantly reconfigured by my thoughts and feelings. Sometimes I look drained and all I have to do is think of joy or smile and my face is instantly transformed.  A friend who has been taking my photos thinks I'm a chameleon because every photo he takes is different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago I noticed I had back pain which kept getting worse. I was also aware that I hadn't been feeling particularly loving. The next day when the pain persisted I had this idea to weigh myself, which I haven't done in ages. To my horror I discovered that I had put on half a stone (7 pounds). For me 8 stone (112 pounds) feels very natural and I've been that weight for the last 8 years. After affirming my ideal weight I trusted my body to reconfigure itself to my ideal weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's now been two days since I discovered my weight gain and I've lost 5 pounds and my back has got better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe every moment creation is being reconfigured by love or fear. That's why it's important to choose love at every moment including loving myself when I slip up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is all there is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related articles: &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/saviour-revisited.html"&gt;The Saviour - Revisited&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/for-love-of-plants.html"&gt;For the Love of Plants&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-zone-revisited.html"&gt;In the Zone - Revisited&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/love-doesnt-play-silly-buggers.html"&gt;Love Doesn't Play Silly Buggers&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://iamwhatiamv8.blogspot.com/2009/08/reprogramming-memory-body.html"&gt;Reprogramming the Memory Body&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://ineednotwant.blogspot.com/2009/07/love-pandemic.html"&gt;The Love Pandemic&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://alldoneanddusted.blogspot.com/2009/03/dissolving-cell-memories.html"&gt;Dissolving Cell Memories&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://freetobeme-ej.blogspot.com/2007/11/knock-knee.html"&gt;Knock Knee&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://enociaj2.blogspot.com/2006/08/transmuting-fire-of-love.html"&gt;The Transmuting Fire of Love&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/03/god-doesnt-make-mistakes.html"&gt;God Doesn't Make Mistakes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-7027122753741597993?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/7027122753741597993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/7027122753741597993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/reconfigurations.html' title='Reconfigurations'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-4978752298219729610</id><published>2009-12-30T12:58:00.010Z</published><updated>2009-12-31T13:09:22.485Z</updated><title type='text'>The Saviour - Revisited</title><content type='html'>I don't believe in any alien beings coming down in their space ships to save humanity from destruction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe in a world saviour or messiah that will turn up one day to show us the way "home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I do believe in and know to be true is that my essence is Infinite Love-Light which has everything I need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is always there loving me in every moment.&lt;br /&gt;Love brings to my attention all the infinite blessings there are.&lt;br /&gt;Love holds the highest vision always and inspires me to keep believing.&lt;br /&gt;Love shows me and reminds me how to be true to myself.&lt;br /&gt;Love never judges me when I "mess up" but loves me anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My essence, Infinite Love-Light, is my saviour and guide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the only saviour I buy into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related articles: &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/why-all-selves-need-to-be-in-agreement.html"&gt;Why All Selves Need to Be in Agreement&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/show-must-go-on.html"&gt;The Show Must Go On&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/intimacy.html"&gt;Intimacy&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/love-found-me.html"&gt;Love Found Me&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-love-has-already-provided.html"&gt;What Love Has Already Provided&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://iamwhatiamv8.blogspot.com/2009/08/for-love-starved.html"&gt;For the Love Starved&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://ineednotwant.blogspot.com/2009/07/from-mediator-to-source.html"&gt;From Mediator to Source&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://ineednotwant.blogspot.com/2009/06/why-love-is-all-i-need.html"&gt;Why Love is All I Need&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://beingthemagic1.blogspot.com/2008/08/et-you-are-already-home.html"&gt;ET, You are Already Home!&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://beingthemagic1.blogspot.com/2008/06/saviour.html"&gt;The Saviour&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://beingthemagic.blogspot.com/2008/05/just-because-ive-made-my-bed-doesnt.html"&gt;Just Because I've Made My Bed Doesn't Mean I Have to Lie in It&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://theoneinall.blogspot.com/2005/09/modelling-part-2-self-mastery.html"&gt;Modelling Part 2 - Self Mastery&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-4978752298219729610?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/4978752298219729610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/4978752298219729610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/saviour-revisited.html' title='The Saviour - Revisited'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-4118545507529821325</id><published>2009-12-30T12:03:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-12-30T12:30:13.677Z</updated><title type='text'>Search Engine - Revisited</title><content type='html'>Two weeks ago my mother asked me to look up branches of a particular shop in central London. This shop specialises in household and gardening goods. When I gave her the addresses, she decided where the most convenient one was for her to shop at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward yesterday and I met a friend at the library. On our way out, it started raining. As my friend didn't have an umbrella I offered him shelter under mine and walked him to the local tube station (underground). Just before we arrived at the station, he asked me how my mother was and I said she's OK. Then he said that he'd changed his mind. He asked me if I knew where a shop was in the local area, the same shop my mother had asked me to check out on the Internet and the branch she intends to visit. I told him it was just round the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How amazing that my mother and friend were thinking of the same shop!  Just as well I'd done my research then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related articles: &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/nice-smile.html"&gt;Nice Smile!&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://alldoneanddusted.blogspot.com/2009/03/being-infinite-mind.html"&gt;Being Infinite Mind&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://beingthemagic.blogspot.com/2008/03/search-engine.html"&gt;Search Engine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-4118545507529821325?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/4118545507529821325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/4118545507529821325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/search-engine-revisited.html' title='Search Engine - Revisited'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-7622069324872687787</id><published>2009-12-30T11:54:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-12-30T11:54:19.545Z</updated><title type='text'>Song of the Day - 14</title><content type='html'>LOVE this song: "Runaway" by The Corrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zYxYo2_YttI&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zYxYo2_YttI&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-7622069324872687787?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/7622069324872687787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/7622069324872687787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/song-of-day-14.html' title='Song of the Day - 14'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-6942212525772745537</id><published>2009-12-29T16:28:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-12-29T16:30:14.849Z</updated><title type='text'>Song of the Day - 13</title><content type='html'>LOVE this song: "That's the Way Love Goes" by Janet Jackson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RfYUxEidNRY&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RfYUxEidNRY&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-6942212525772745537?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/6942212525772745537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/6942212525772745537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/song-of-day-13.html' title='Song of the Day - 13'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-1759644145528553184</id><published>2009-12-29T13:16:00.011Z</published><updated>2009-12-29T15:41:50.708Z</updated><title type='text'>Soul Mates - Revisited</title><content type='html'>I believe we are here to express the eternal attributes of our Soul which is our essence. Some of these attributes are: abundance, beauty, creativity, freedom, harmony, inspiration, intelligence, joy, light, limitlessness, love, magic, peace, perfection, power, prosperity, truth, wealth, wisdom, and wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To express Soul's attributes, we connect with the perfect partner(s) or soul mate(s) who resonates with our being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of perfect partners, I watched a documentary recently about the British figure skaters, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Torvill_and_Dean"&gt;Torvill and Dean&lt;/a&gt;, who performed their masterpiece "Bolero" 25 years ago in the 1984 Olympics. While they were performing, they were so at one that a lot of people thought they were romantically involved. They said they are just good friends who reserve the romance for the ice rink. After many years of not performing together, Torvill and Dean were reunited to share their expertise in a new TV show called &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dancing_on_Ice_(UK)"&gt;Dancing on Ice&lt;/a&gt; where celebrities and professionals dancers figure skate in front of a judging panel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I see it, Torvill and Dean are soul mates who have been brought together to express the beauty of dance, which inspire many and will continue to do so forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to see my stories as Soul expressions which I have written in collaboration with my many soul mates. A lot of readers have told me they find them inspiring. I know they will last forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One reader has even found my photograph uplifting.  (See &lt;a href="http://alldoneanddusted.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-one-is-blessed-all-is-blessed.html"&gt;When One is Blessed, All is Blessed&lt;/a&gt;). I have my soul mate photographer to thank for that.  ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my love and gratitude to all my soul mates - past, present and future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related articles: &lt;a href="http://alldoneanddusted.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-one-is-blessed-all-is-blessed.html"&gt;When One is Blessed, All is Blessed&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://beingallandnothing.blogspot.com/2008/12/perfect-dream-dance-partner.html"&gt;The Perfect Dream Dance Partner&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://beingthemagic2.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-allies.html"&gt;My Allies&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://beingthemagic1.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-dream-play-mate.html"&gt;My Dream Play Mate&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://freetobeme1-ej.blogspot.com/2008/02/inspiration.html"&gt;Inspiration&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://freedom-expression-being.blogspot.com/2007/01/sleeping-partners.html"&gt;Sleeping Partners&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://simplyenocia.blogspot.com/2005/12/soul-mates.html"&gt;Soul Mates&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E8obUdxnTlc&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E8obUdxnTlc&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-1759644145528553184?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/1759644145528553184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/1759644145528553184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/soul-mates-revisited.html' title='Soul Mates - Revisited'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-956981136776451750</id><published>2009-12-29T12:51:00.013Z</published><updated>2010-03-10T11:26:20.186Z</updated><title type='text'>For the Love of Plants</title><content type='html'>All plants are not the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some plants need very little sunlight and water to thrive, while others need a lot of sunlight, water and extra care to fluorish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some withered plants can be revived instantly, while others take time and lots of TLC to return to full health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love in human relationships is rather like a plant that needs to be cherished and nurtured, according to the individual's needs, otherwise it will wither away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is while love can appear to wither away it can never die as that is impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just keep watering and feeding that plant and watch it blossom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related articles: &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/love-makes-you-blossom.html"&gt;Love Makes You Blossom&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://iamwhatiamv8.blogspot.com/2009/08/right-environment-to-fluorish.html"&gt;The Right Environment to Flourish&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://alldoneanddusted.blogspot.com/2009/03/dissolving-cell-memories.html"&gt;Dissolving Cell Memories&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://beingthemagic1.blogspot.com/2008/07/where-heart-is.html"&gt;Where the Heart Is&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://lovealways-ej.blogspot.com/2007/08/love-never-dies.html"&gt;Love Never Dies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-956981136776451750?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/956981136776451750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/956981136776451750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/for-love-of-plants.html' title='For the Love of Plants'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-316715215040889653</id><published>2009-12-29T11:55:00.010Z</published><updated>2009-12-29T12:34:26.476Z</updated><title type='text'>Nice Smile!</title><content type='html'>Two days ago while I was watching the movie &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0457939/"&gt;The Holiday&lt;/a&gt;, I kept thinking how much &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000139/"&gt;Cameron Diaz's&lt;/a&gt; smile reminded me of an old friend who I recently connected with on Facebook. Although we'd exchanged brief messages we hadn't had a proper chat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of my friend's sharp wit and how we used to have such a laugh when we were together. Then we lost contact for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier today when I logged in at Facebook, my friend sent me a message and we chatted for a few minutes. I told her I'd been thinking of her. While we chatted I got to experience her wit, which is as sharp as ever. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Hannibal from the TV show &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_A-Team"&gt;The A-Team&lt;/a&gt; would say, "I love it when a plan comes together."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related articles: &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-zone-revisited.html"&gt;In the Zone - Revisited&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/quote-of-day-2.html"&gt;Quote of the Day - 2&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/previews.html"&gt;Previews&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-wonder.html"&gt;I Wonder&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://ineednotwant.blogspot.com/2009/06/universal-social-network.html"&gt;The Universal Social Network&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-316715215040889653?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/316715215040889653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/316715215040889653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/nice-smile.html' title='Nice Smile!'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-5799298101886312846</id><published>2009-12-28T16:42:00.010Z</published><updated>2009-12-28T18:05:34.057Z</updated><title type='text'>In the Zone - Revisited</title><content type='html'>Every moment I am either in the &lt;a href="http://alldoneanddusted1.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-zone.html"&gt;Zone&lt;/a&gt; or I'm not. The Zone is when I'm being true to myself and expressing my joy. In my Zone, life is effortless and I experience limitless joy, magic and wonder. When I am not in my Zone, life feels likes a drag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago I was in two minds whether to check my emails or not but I decided to pop to the local library to read them. I noticed the radio was on which was very unusual as libraries tend to be quiet. I thought to myself that maybe it's because it's Christmas Eve and they're relaxing the rules. At the time, &lt;a href="http://www.joemcelderry.org.uk/"&gt;Joe McElderry&lt;/a&gt;, the recent winner of the TV song contest "X-Factor" was belting out his new single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first email I read was from an American friend I met at a forum I used to participate in and he was wishing me a Merry Christmas. He told me he still reads my blogs. My friend said in one blog I had posted Joe McElderry's video which he enjoyed. He said he loves Joe's voice. How funny that I was listening to Joe as I was reading my friend's email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an example of living in the Zone where I get to experience the wonder of synchronicity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I wasn't feeling so great as I had been mulling over something. My mother asked me to buy some fruits for her at the supermarket. On the way back the bag's handle broke. Fortunately, I had another bag with me so I transferred the shopping into that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then went to catch the bus into town. When I got into the shop, I realised I didn't have my purse with me which I had left at home. Aargh! Where were the bloody angels when I needed them to prevent this from happening? Now I have to catch another bus which is going to take me another hour. During my journey home I realised I wasn't in my Zone. I calmed down and affirmed to myself that I am in my Zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back in my Zone and am feeling good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related articles: &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/when-in-doubt-do-nothing.html"&gt;When in Doubt, Do Nothing&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/previews.html"&gt;Previews&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/dont-push-it-dont-force-it.html"&gt;Don't Push It, Don't Force It!&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/make-or-break.html"&gt;Make or Break&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://alldoneanddusted1.blogspot.com/2009/05/biggie-small.html"&gt;Biggie Small&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://alldoneanddusted1.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-zone.html"&gt;In the Zone&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://alldoneanddusted1.blogspot.com/2009/03/where-do-you-live.html"&gt;Where Do You Live?&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://beingthemagic.blogspot.com/2008/04/if-not-now-how-about-now.html"&gt;If Not Now, How About Now?&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://freetobeme1-ej.blogspot.com/2007/12/living-in-easy-world.html"&gt;Living in Easy World&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-5799298101886312846?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/5799298101886312846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/5799298101886312846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-zone-revisited.html' title='In the Zone - Revisited'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-4445763335470436370</id><published>2009-12-28T15:29:00.011Z</published><updated>2009-12-28T16:28:03.354Z</updated><title type='text'>Gloria in Excelsis Deo</title><content type='html'>On the bus I noticed this girl, about two years old, asking another passenger what was in her hand bag. She kept saying, "What's that?" and the woman explained whatever it was. The girl's mother, who was speaking on her mobile, interrupted her conversation and said to her daughter, "Gloria, stop pestering the lady! Sit down!" but Gloria was having way too much fun with her new friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gloria then pulled the woman's earphones and asked to listen. When Gloria couldn't fit one piece properly in her ears, she asked the lady to do it for her. The lady seemed to be enjoying herself playing with the little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Gloria and her mother got off the bus, Gloria waved indiscriminately at passengers and I waved back at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I love about kids, they are so open to play with anyone. It doesn't matter what race, class or creed, everyone is fair game. I believe it's because young kids do not identify themselves as persons limited in time and space but as the entire universe. Only when kids have been programmed by society to identify themselves as limited do they stop being so open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as well I haven't grown up then. I see everyone, including animals and nature as aspects of my Self to have fun with for however long I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Gloria, for reminding me that I am the Universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gloria in Excelsis Deo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related articles: &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/blessings-galore.html"&gt;Blessings Galore&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-only-game.html"&gt;It's Only a Game&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone.blogspot.com/2009/11/help-me-but.html"&gt;Help Me, But...&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone.blogspot.com/2009/11/fear-is-forgetfulness-of-infinite-self.html"&gt;Fear is Forgetfulness of Infinite Self&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-dogs-life.html"&gt;It's a Dog's Life&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone.blogspot.com/2009/09/everywhere-is-fair-game.html"&gt;Everyone is Fair Game&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://iamwhatiamv8.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-friends-are-everywhere.html"&gt;My Friends are Everywhere&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://alldoneanddusted1.blogspot.com/2009/04/being-like-child.html"&gt;Be Like a Child&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://alldoneanddusted1.blogspot.com/2009/03/are-we-friends-or-strangers.html"&gt;Are We Friends or Strangers?&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;a href="http://freetobeme-ej.blogspot.com/2007/10/not-person.html"&gt;Not a Person&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-4445763335470436370?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/4445763335470436370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/4445763335470436370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/gloria-in-excelsis-deo.html' title='Gloria in Excelsis Deo'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-8782156002718159337</id><published>2009-12-28T14:09:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-12-28T14:12:46.277Z</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day - 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Arthur Abbott: Iris, in the movies we have leading ladies and we have the best friend. You, I can tell, are a leading lady, but for some reason you are behaving like the best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iris: You're so right. You're supposed to be the leading lady of your own life, for god's sake! Arthur, I've been going to a therapist for three years, and she's never explained things to me that well. That was brilliant. Brutal, but brilliant. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0457939/quotes"&gt;The Holiday&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Enocia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-8782156002718159337?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/8782156002718159337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/8782156002718159337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/quote-of-day-2.html' title='Quote of the Day - 2'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-3036669047939515047</id><published>2009-12-27T16:13:00.011Z</published><updated>2009-12-28T17:07:11.465Z</updated><title type='text'>When In Doubt, Do Nothing</title><content type='html'>While I do believe in honouring how I am feeling at all times, I believe it's best to avoid making decisions or taking actions when I'm feeling angry, frustrated or fearful as whatever it is that is being expressed will be tainted. It's best to either do nothing or focus on what I love. When I'm doing what I love, I end up being joined with all the Love in the universe which will then dissolve the dissonant feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm back in my Zone I can then take action which I know will be based on Love's vision, which always works out for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So earlier on I was feeling angry about something and was about to send an email. I had even composed the email in thought. Something told me to do nothing. I decided to listen to music instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know everything is working out for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related articles: &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/why-all-selves-need-to-be-in-agreement.html"&gt;Why All Selves Need to Be in Agreement&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/would-you-rather-be-right-or-happy.html"&gt;Would You Rather Be Right or Happy?&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-all-good-revisited.html"&gt;It's All Good - Revisited&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://ineednotwant.blogspot.com/2009/07/vision-of-love.html"&gt;Vision of Love&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://alldoneanddusted1.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-zone.html"&gt;In the Zone&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://alldoneanddusted1.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-mood-are-you-in.html"&gt;What Mood are You In?&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://lovealways-ej.blogspot.com/2007/10/seeing-through-rose-tinted-glasses.html"&gt;Seeing Through Rose-Tinted Glasses&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://lovealways-ej.blogspot.com/2007/09/observer.html"&gt;The Observer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-3036669047939515047?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/3036669047939515047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/3036669047939515047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/when-in-doubt-do-nothing.html' title='When In Doubt, Do Nothing'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-7479359602187608592</id><published>2009-12-27T15:17:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-12-27T15:52:12.400Z</updated><title type='text'>Previews</title><content type='html'>Last night while I was sleeping, I was aware of making love/merging with a presence which felt very, very good. After our merging, I was aware of a tiny screen opening in my mind's eye and I watched images being played out. I also had to squint like I sometimes do when it's really sunny. I could even see the tiny streams of light rays being emanated from the sun. After that I fell into deep sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I decided to watch some old episodes of "Star Trek: The Original Series." One episode I found really interesting was called &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Alternative_Factor"&gt;The Alternative Factor&lt;/a&gt; where the crew encounter this man in this deserted planet who believes he's been attacked by this force. Each time he's attacked he disappears and when he reappears he has a personality change where he's either demented or perfectly sane. It turns out the man is actually fighting himself in an alternate reality. I can perfectly relate to this episode as I know there are two versions of me, which I've discussed in &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone.blogspot.com/2009/09/through-looking-glass.html"&gt;Through the Looking Glass&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was watching this episode, it got really sunny and I had to squint to see the screen properly. I also recognised some of the scenes in the TV screen I'd seen last night while I'd been asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it looks like last night I was giving myself previews of things to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related articles: &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/why-all-selves-need-to-be-in-agreement.html"&gt;Why All Selves Need to Be in Agreement&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-all-done-and-dusted-revisited.html"&gt;It's All Done and Dusted - Revisited&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone.blogspot.com/2009/09/through-looking-glass.html"&gt;Through the Looking Glass&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-7479359602187608592?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/7479359602187608592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/7479359602187608592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/previews.html' title='Previews'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-1756068833984857876</id><published>2009-12-27T14:54:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-12-27T14:54:59.830Z</updated><title type='text'>Song of the Day - 12</title><content type='html'>"Drive" by The Cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zbTjzZzfR7w&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zbTjzZzfR7w&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-1756068833984857876?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/1756068833984857876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/1756068833984857876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/song-of-day-12.html' title='Song of the Day - 12'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-6170369732060686560</id><published>2009-12-26T16:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-26T16:29:06.563Z</updated><title type='text'>Indulge Me</title><content type='html'>I've noticed they've been advertising the medication for indigestion for those who have over-indulged at Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got me thinking - why do they believe we need help? Are they saying the Infinite Intelligence that created our marvellous bodies can't manage a simple thing like digesting our food?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on guys, you've got to give the Infinite Intelligence more credit than than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for indulging me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related articles: &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/prayer-for-earth.html"&gt;A Prayer for the Earth&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-is-strength.html"&gt;What is Strength?&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/dont-push-it-dont-force-it.html"&gt;Don't Push It, Don't Force It!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-6170369732060686560?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/6170369732060686560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/6170369732060686560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/indulge-me.html' title='Indulge Me'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-4014063355486356700</id><published>2009-12-26T14:51:00.015Z</published><updated>2009-12-26T16:03:22.220Z</updated><title type='text'>Why All Selves Need to Be in Agreement</title><content type='html'>In a sleeping dream I had recently, I was telling someone that I was looking for a job that pays well. I told the friend in the dream that God created us to work really hard and we'll get our reward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke out of that dream I realised that dream represented how multi-layered belief structures are. By this I mean, I can believe something at the conscious level (waking dream) but if another part of me doesn't agree, that will come out in my subconscious level (sleeping dream).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this example, I know that we are all creative beings whose purpose is to express our joy. I also know that the Universe has provided it all for free. Only if I believe my good has to be earned will I have the equivalent experience. It just shows a part of me is still in split mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I get the conscious and subconscious to agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe it's important to keep reminding myself that all my selves are working together as one mind, one will and one intent. In other words, it doesn't matter what form the self takes or what reality this self is in, we are the same self working together as one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way to the bus stop earlier, I experienced such a bad period pain that I nearly went home. After spending an hour in bed yesterday suffering from the same, I didn't fancy a repeat performance. So I started repeating to myself: All is One. In other words, the Me that is perfect harmony and never experiences pain is the same me in this human form. On the bus I felt nauseous but I kept repeating to myself "All is One" until the pain ceased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have infinite selves in all time, all space, and all realities. All my selves are always working together as one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only One exists!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related articles: &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/smoke-screens.html"&gt;Smoke-Screens&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-love-has-already-provided.html"&gt;What Love Has Already Provided&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone.blogspot.com/2009/09/through-looking-glass.html"&gt;Through the Looking Glass&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://ineednotwant.blogspot.com/2009/07/power-of-unbelief.html"&gt;The Power of Unbelief&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://ineednotwant.blogspot.com/2009/07/same-old-me.html"&gt;Same Old Me&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://alldoneanddusted.blogspot.com/2009/01/unity-consciousness.html"&gt;Unity Consciousness&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://beingthemagic1.blogspot.com/2008/07/dream-is-dream-is-dream-revisited.html"&gt;A Dream is A Dream is a Dream - Revisited&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://freetobeme1-ej.blogspot.com/2007/12/living-in-easy-world.html"&gt;Living in Easy World&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://cosmicluciddreamer.blogspot.com/2007/06/collective-consciousness.html"&gt;Collective Consciousness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-4014063355486356700?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/4014063355486356700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/4014063355486356700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/why-all-selves-need-to-be-in-agreement.html' title='Why All Selves Need to Be in Agreement'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-254487774811839710</id><published>2009-12-26T14:17:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-12-26T14:50:14.738Z</updated><title type='text'>Last Minute Shopping</title><content type='html'>So my mother asked me to pick up a few things from the supermarket on Christmas Eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got there, the supermarket was so crowded there was hardly enough room to move the trolleys. To avoid getting caught up in the chaos, I decided to bless everyone with peace. Not only did I feel peaceful, I seem to have a lot of room to manoeuvre the trolley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum had asked me to buy a particular brand of chocolate but they'd run out. At first I thought of getting a brand of sweets but I decided to get another brand of chocolate instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the checkout the queue's were so long they went all the way down the aisle. While I waited, a shop assistant came round offering customers sweets. The interesting thing was it was the same brand of sweets I had been thinking of buying before I changed my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of the customers weren't impressed though. One said instead of offering us sweets, the supermarket should give us discounts like spend £30 and get £10 off. I thought she had a point. Another customer said the sweets are only going to give people high blood pressure, which I found hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were waiting another customer asked if she could get through and I moved out of the way. Two customers queuing up believed the woman had been trying to cut in. They said there's no way they were going to let her after we've been queuing up for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But it's Christmas," I teased her. "It's supposed to be the season of goodwill."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now is not the time to show mercy," my friend said. "Tomorrow, when the shops are closed, is the perfect time to show mercy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend's comment made me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I did queue up for about 30 minutes, it turned out to be a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings or not, I would rather not do last minute shopping unless I have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related articles: &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/season-of-goodwill.html"&gt;The Season of Goodwill&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone.blogspot.com/2009/10/shopping-trip.html"&gt;Shopping Trip&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://beingallandnothing.blogspot.com/2008/12/have-fun.html"&gt;Have Fun!&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://freetobeme1-ej.blogspot.com/2007/12/traffic-warden.html"&gt;Traffic Warden&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://freetobeme-ej.blogspot.com/2007/11/power-of-blessing.html"&gt;The Power of Blessing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-254487774811839710?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/254487774811839710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/254487774811839710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/last-minute-shopping.html' title='Last Minute Shopping'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-6528383197605238926</id><published>2009-12-24T12:05:00.014Z</published><updated>2009-12-24T13:28:37.834Z</updated><title type='text'>The Show Must Go On</title><content type='html'>In the movie &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0120382/"&gt;The Truman Show&lt;/a&gt;, Truman doesn't realise that ever since he was a baby he's been living in a TV show where all his family, friends, neighbours, colleagues and acquaintances are actors. When Truman falls in love with one actress, she tries to tell him that his life is not real and he's in a TV show. The producers of the show soon get rid of her and line Truman up with another actress who he eventually marries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe the Truman Show represents the dream i.e. a reality that appears to be real but is based on fear. The actual show, the actors, producers, and the show's creator represent the System i.e. various control mechanisms that keep one believing the dream is real. The purpose of the System is to keep the illusion going. The woman Truman falls in love with represents Love's purpose which is to wake people up from the dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe a large part of society is based on fear. If everyone loved one another and acted accordingly, we wouldn't need the police, the law, insurance companies, politicians, insurance companies, security firms, doctors, etc. In order to keep the dream going, people have to be programmed to not trust and to live in fear. The moment someone realises that all is Love, they awaken from the dream. In other words, the show is over for that particular individual. However, for those who continue to live in fear, the show must go on for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the movie, when the girl Truman loves leaves the show, although Truman is now settled with this other woman and a particular lifestyle, deep down he knows that something is not quite right. He also doesn't love his wife. He never stops thinking about the other girl and dreams of being reunited with her some day. Truman eventually "wakes up" to the truth that his life is not what it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the final scene when Truman is about to exit, the creator of the show tries to convince him to stay. The creator tells him that he's created a perfect world for him where he's the star and he can feel perfectly safe. In truth, the real reason why the creator doesn't want Truman to leave is because he doesn't want to lose all the benefits that come with having such a show such as the huge revenue from advertising. Besides, real or not, the actors need the show to continue as that is their livelihood. Truman decides he would rather take his chances in the unknown and what is real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is all there is unless you're living in a dream; then the show must go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related articles: &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/invisible-chains-that-bind.html"&gt;The Invisible Chains that Bind&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/if-its-not-love-it-doesnt-exist.html"&gt;If It's Not Love It Doesn't Exist&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-so-dream-continues.html"&gt;And So the Dream Continues&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://alldoneanddusted.blogspot.com/2009/03/good-on-paper-but.html"&gt;Good on Paper, But...&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://alldoneanddusted.blogspot.com/2009/01/unity-consciousness-in-practice.html"&gt;Unity Consciousness - In Practice&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://freetobeme1-ej.blogspot.com/2008/01/enocia-show.html"&gt;The Enocia Show&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://freedom-expression-being.blogspot.com/2006/12/light-is-all-and-in-all.html"&gt;Light is All and in All&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-6528383197605238926?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/6528383197605238926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/6528383197605238926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/show-must-go-on.html' title='The Show Must Go On'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-3097154259259902819</id><published>2009-12-23T15:11:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-12-23T15:14:21.198Z</updated><title type='text'>The Joker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Me5ToKp8stE/SzIzVT0Hg0I/AAAAAAAAAWI/BGFExVfXEyk/s1600-h/joker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418449742869267266" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Me5ToKp8stE/SzIzVT0Hg0I/AAAAAAAAAWI/BGFExVfXEyk/s320/joker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always loved the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joker_(comics)!"&gt;Joker&lt;/a&gt; from Batman. Now I look like one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-3097154259259902819?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/3097154259259902819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/3097154259259902819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/joker.html' title='The Joker'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Me5ToKp8stE/SzIzVT0Hg0I/AAAAAAAAAWI/BGFExVfXEyk/s72-c/joker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-4003460033690525061</id><published>2009-12-23T14:00:00.009Z</published><updated>2009-12-23T15:36:26.508Z</updated><title type='text'>Love Makes You Blossom</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"One thing I've discovered about the wonder of love is when I love something or someone, they reveal more of who they are for me to love, in terms of their gifts, and interests. In other words, they seem to come to life and be overflowing with joy and purpose." &lt;a name="7859258624778384849"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ineednotwant.blogspot.com/2009/06/greatest-gift-is-love.html"&gt;The Greatest Gift is Love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;A friend who is into photography has been taking my photos. At first it took me a while to get into it. As he appreciated my photos, I found myself relaxing more and like a flower I started to blossom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same is true about my friend. The more I appreciated his work, the more he blossomed. His photographs are getting better and better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love makes you blossom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related articles: &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/love-found-me.html"&gt;Love Found Me&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-makes-you-relax.html"&gt;Love Makes You Relax&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://ineednotwant.blogspot.com/2009/06/greatest-gift-is-love.html"&gt;The Greatest Gift is Love&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://alldoneanddusted.blogspot.com/2009/03/dissolving-cell-memories.html"&gt;Dissolving Cell Memories&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-4003460033690525061?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/4003460033690525061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/4003460033690525061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/love-makes-you-blossom.html' title='Love Makes You Blossom'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-2042335624639378401</id><published>2009-12-23T13:48:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-12-23T13:53:40.499Z</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me5ToKp8stE/SzIgQQBVLeI/AAAAAAAAAV4/w3pG-w891Fo/s1600-h/Happy_Holidays.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418428765230673378" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me5ToKp8stE/SzIgQQBVLeI/AAAAAAAAAV4/w3pG-w891Fo/s320/Happy_Holidays.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you celebrate the festive season or not, wishing you all love and happiness whatever you get up to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love,&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-2042335624639378401?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/2042335624639378401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/2042335624639378401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays!'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Me5ToKp8stE/SzIgQQBVLeI/AAAAAAAAAV4/w3pG-w891Fo/s72-c/Happy_Holidays.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-783148314024919681</id><published>2009-12-21T16:05:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-12-21T16:13:17.435Z</updated><title type='text'>The Heart Rules!</title><content type='html'>I've noticed recently that in TV contests, it's not always acts which are technically brilliant that end up winning but acts that touch people emotionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems to me that people want to feel and be reminded of their feeling of joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heart rules!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related articles: &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/would-you-rather-be-right-or-happy.html"&gt;Would You Rather Be Right or Happy?&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://alldoneanddusted1.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-its-important-to-follow-my-heart.html"&gt;Why It's Important to Follow My Heart&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://alldoneanddusted.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-head-says-yes-but-my-heart-says-no.html"&gt;My Head Says Yes But My Heart Says No&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone.blogspot.com/2009/10/be-joy-and-rest-follows.html"&gt;Be Joy and the Rest Follows&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-rules.html"&gt;Love Rules!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-783148314024919681?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/783148314024919681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/783148314024919681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/heart-rules.html' title='The Heart Rules!'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-8717197942614367726</id><published>2009-12-19T15:33:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-12-19T15:34:51.438Z</updated><title type='text'>Song of the Day - 11</title><content type='html'>"Phat Planet" by Leftfield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RyBQKaaDWTs&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RyBQKaaDWTs&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-8717197942614367726?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/8717197942614367726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/8717197942614367726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/song-of-day-11.html' title='Song of the Day - 11'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-662914315144378710</id><published>2009-12-19T12:50:00.010Z</published><updated>2009-12-19T13:53:00.307Z</updated><title type='text'>Angels at Work</title><content type='html'>While I'm walking home, I like stopping off at this particular library to browse through their magazines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one magazine, there was a story about how this plumber who was called out to this elderly couple's home to sort out their heating. After checking the boiler and he still couldn't work out what the problem was the plumber, who believes in angels, asked the angels to sort out the problem but the heating didn't work.  He was very sad to leave the couple without heating when it was so cold. When he went to his van, a part fell out, which he hadn't brought with him. This part costs about £200. He realised the problem must lie with the equivalent part in the boiler.  He returned to his clients and replaced the part in their boiler with the one the angels had given him. The couple's heating was restored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading the article I got thinking about angels. Not only do I believe in angels, I believe angels come in different forms and are always there to assist us in our various projects. Angels do not judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I left the library, it was so bitterly cold so I caught the bus home instead. I was so grateful it was lovely and warm at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning when I woke up, the flat was freezing. I heard my mother on the phone complaining that there was no heating. I thought to myself, if the plumber in that article can call on his angels to help him, so can I. I asked the angels to sort out the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got dressed and went out. When I returned later that evening, the flat was lovely and warm. My mother said part of the neighbourhood had been affected by the same problem which was quickly resolved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you angels for your assistance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related articles: &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/look-of-love.html"&gt;The Look of Love&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/walking-with-angels.html"&gt;Walking with Angels&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-662914315144378710?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/662914315144378710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/662914315144378710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/angels-at-work.html' title='Angels at Work'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-8626737491150937006</id><published>2009-12-17T15:14:00.017Z</published><updated>2010-08-10T13:27:00.292+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Smoke-Screens</title><content type='html'>On the one hand, it appears that we are constantly being bombarded with different forms, ideas, and images. Each individual has to be very discerning about what ideas to let in or accept as true for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, as I see it, appearances and ideas are nothing but smoke-screens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find when I look beyond the ideas and forms, there is only one Light shining through; and the Light's intention is freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe no matter what the appearances, the Light is always present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related articles: &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/look-of-love.html"&gt;The Look of Love&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/killing-time.html"&gt;Killing Time&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/thank-you.html"&gt;Thank You!&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-all-good-revisited.html"&gt;It's All Good - Revisited&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://iamwhatiamv8.blogspot.com/2009/08/one-light-many-refractions.html"&gt;One Light, Many Refractions&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://iamwhatiamv8.blogspot.com/2009/08/some-thoughts-about-racism-and-bigotry.html"&gt;Some Thoughts about Racism and Bigotry&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://ineednotwant.blogspot.com/2009/07/vision-of-love.html"&gt;Vision of Love&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://beingallandnothing.blogspot.com/2008/10/good-intentions.html"&gt;Good Intentions&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://beingthemagic2.blogspot.com/2008/10/using-discernment.html"&gt;Using Discernment&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://beingthemagic2.blogspot.com/2008/09/transcending-duality.html"&gt;Transcending Duality&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://freetobeme-ej.blogspot.com/2007/11/beyond-veil.html"&gt;Beyond the Veil&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-8626737491150937006?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/8626737491150937006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/8626737491150937006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/smoke-screens.html' title='Smoke-Screens'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-3985738755647179038</id><published>2009-12-17T13:59:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-31T12:24:01.024Z</updated><title type='text'>Song of the Day - 10</title><content type='html'>Nice trip down memory lane: "Soul MaKossa" by Manu Dibango.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aWK_Josc0Og&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aWK_Josc0Og&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-3985738755647179038?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/3985738755647179038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/3985738755647179038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/song-of-day-10.html' title='Song of the Day - 10'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-1801032952795636018</id><published>2009-12-17T10:34:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-17T11:42:13.464Z</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Ashok: Who the hell do you think you are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucas: Whoever I need to be to get this job done. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spooks"&gt;Spooks, Series 8: episode 7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Enocia &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Related article: &lt;a href="http://alldoneanddusted1.blogspot.com/2009/04/shape-shifter.html"&gt;The Shape Shifter&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-1801032952795636018?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/1801032952795636018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/1801032952795636018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-1013389774750824752</id><published>2009-12-16T13:27:00.015Z</published><updated>2009-12-16T14:53:33.793Z</updated><title type='text'>Living in Art</title><content type='html'>I have heard people who have had near death experiences (NDE) describe being embraced by this Light at the end of a tunnel. They talk about feeling happiness and love from the Light that is out of this world, and being reluctant to come back to earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally resonate with the NDE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have experienced the Light numerous times during meditation when I've merged with it and realised the Light or Inner Sun as my true nature and have been in total bliss and never wanted to be separated from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I was puzzled about was why I kept coming back. Why would I choose to stay in this reality when I can live forever in happiness in that Light?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reminded of my visits to art galleries. There was a time when the images in the painting would appear so real, I could see the character's lives and even know what they were thinking. It became so overwhelming that I decided to tune out the thoughts and ideas and just enjoy the painting for what it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe the Inner Sun represents the overwhelming happiness the artist is feeling after completing his masterpiece. Life in this form represents the artist entering the work of art and experiencing in form what he has already painted so perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very happy to be here as I get to experience what it's like living in art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the Artist living in My Masterpiece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related articles: &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/seeing-stars.html"&gt;Seeing Stars&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-love-has-already-provided.html"&gt;What Love Has Already Provided&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-all-done-and-dusted-revisited.html"&gt;It's All Done and Dusted - Revisited&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://iamwhatiamv8.blogspot.com/2009/08/creativity.html"&gt;Creativity&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://beingallandnothing.blogspot.com/2008/11/self-realisation.html"&gt;Self-Realisation&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://cosmicluciddreamer.blogspot.com/2007/04/being-here-now.html"&gt;Being Here Now&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://cosmicluciddreamer.blogspot.com/2007/03/artist.html"&gt;The Artist&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://freedom-expression-being.blogspot.com/2006/12/some-thoughts-on-meditation-haha.html"&gt;Some Thoughts on Meditation - Haha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-1013389774750824752?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/1013389774750824752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/1013389774750824752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/living-in-art.html' title='Living in Art'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-3260449688321724598</id><published>2009-12-16T13:11:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-12-16T13:11:50.531Z</updated><title type='text'>Song of the Day - 9</title><content type='html'>LOVE this song: "Technologic" by Daft Punk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YtdWHFwmd2o&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YtdWHFwmd2o&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-3260449688321724598?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/3260449688321724598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/3260449688321724598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/song-of-day-9.html' title='Song of the Day - 9'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-6777065585386380546</id><published>2009-12-16T12:28:00.008Z</published><updated>2010-07-30T13:27:29.345+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Would You Rather Be Right or Happy?</title><content type='html'>At the library, I got chatting to one librarian whose views were totally different from mine. (The details are not important). I wasn't in the mood to get into a heavy discussion so I just acknowledged her perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We changed the topic and started discussing Christmas. She said she was having her kids and mother round and she and her husband were going to be cooking. Her mother has &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alzheimer"&gt;Alzheimer&lt;/a&gt;. She expressed how sad she felt that sometimes her mother doesn't remember her kids. Although I believe the essence of the Universe is Love and Love doesn't create diseases, I didn't feel it was appropriate to share my belief. I told her about a documentary I watched a few days before called &lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b00pdv0w"&gt;The Alzheimer's Choir&lt;/a&gt; about a choir composed of Alzheimer sufferers and their spouses. I said it was amazing to see how Alzheimer's sufferers, who could barely recognise their spouses, could actually remember the songs. My friend said her mother is the same - she remembers all the words to songs and is constantly singing and dancing, which makes her very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we continued to chat, I realised I have experienced memory loss numerous times. I told my friend that when I used to have migraines, I would lose that faculty that enables one to have continuity and memories. Without memory I couldn't make sense of the world. If my mother was present at the time, I wouldn't even know who she was as I had no concept of "motherhood" or relationships. All I knew was the love I felt for her and from her. As I described my experience to my friend, she realised I did understand what her mother was going through. I told her that whether her mother remembers her or not, she still loves her. You can't erase real love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend said she's come to realise that the need to survive makes people focus on things that are not important and forget what is real. She said at least her mother is enjoying what she loves and her family is happy to let her stay in her "bubble". Before we parted company, I recommended a &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Forever-Today-Deborah-Wearing/dp/0385606265"&gt;book&lt;/a&gt; about a man who can only remember his love for his wife and music and nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I see it, it's pointless having arguments about what's right or wrong because based on what everyone believes everyone is always right anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would rather focus on what we all have in common - our desire to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related articles: &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/if-its-not-love-it-doesnt-exist.html"&gt;If It's Not Love It Doesn't Exist&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/love-is-all-that-matters-revisited.html"&gt;Love is All That Matters - Revisited&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://iamwhatiamv8.blogspot.com/2009/08/reprogramming-memory-body.html"&gt;Reprogramming the Memory Body&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://beingthemagic1.blogspot.com/2008/08/love-conquers-all.html"&gt;Love Conquers All&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://cosmicluciddreamer.blogspot.com/2007/03/power-of-amnesia.html"&gt;The Power of Amnesia&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://livingaslovelight.blogspot.com/2006/08/love-and-let-go.html"&gt;Love and Let Go&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://vector8.blogspot.com/2005/01/senseless-figures_13.html"&gt;Senseless Figures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See also &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2005/jan/23/biography.features3"&gt;The Death of Yesterday&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-6777065585386380546?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/6777065585386380546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/6777065585386380546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/would-you-rather-be-right-or-happy.html' title='Would You Rather Be Right or Happy?'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-7895860341637672484</id><published>2009-12-14T11:51:00.031Z</published><updated>2009-12-14T13:25:57.501Z</updated><title type='text'>Make or Break</title><content type='html'>After watching the finals of the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_X_Factor_(UK)"&gt;X Factor&lt;/a&gt;, the TV singing contest, I got thinking how useful these shows are to help showcase new artists and help them fulfil their dreams. The only snag is that because the audience gets to decide who wins, their support comes with strings attached. In other words, the audience might believe that because they "made" the artist, they expect a piece of that artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same audience that made you can also break you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard many stories of artists who have been successful and then lost everything. I've also heard about artists who have been successful and have been desperately unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I believe it's very important for the artist to know where he's coming from in terms of his core beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you believe is your real source of success and happiness? Is it God, Love, Mind, the One, Self, Soul, Spirit, the Universe or You?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's say you believe You are your source and You are infinite. Then you know that the audience is only one channel through which your good is being expressed. If the audience takes away their support, there are zillions of other resources to support you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you know You are your source of happiness then you will always be happy regardless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reminded of part of the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mary_J._Blige"&gt;Mary J Blige&lt;/a&gt; song "Work That" which goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Feelin great because the light’s on me&lt;br /&gt;Celebrating the things that everyone told me&lt;br /&gt;Would never happen but God has put his hands on me&lt;br /&gt;And aint a man alive could ever take it from me &lt;a href="http://www.musicjot.com/mary-j-blige/growing-pains/work-that/"&gt;Work That, lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;In other words, Mary J Blige believes God is her source of success and happiness and nothing can take that away from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe while humans can make or break you, Self never lets you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I trust in Self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related articles: &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/why-so-cute.html"&gt;Why So Cute?&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/through-thick-and-thin.html"&gt;Through Thick and Thin&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/intimacy.html"&gt;Intimacy&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/rock-solid-trust.html"&gt;Rock Solid Trust&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/blessings-galore.html"&gt;Blessings Galore&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone.blogspot.com/2009/11/fear-is-forgetfulness-of-infinite-self.html"&gt;Fear is Forgetfulness of Infinite Self&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone.blogspot.com/2009/10/be-joy-and-rest-follows.html"&gt;Be Joy and the Rest Follows&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://iamwhatiamv8.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-core-beliefs.html"&gt;My Core Beliefs&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://alldoneanddusted.blogspot.com/2009/02/being-source-revisited.html"&gt;Being the Source - Revisited&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://alldoneanddusted.blogspot.com/2009/01/importance-of-self-belief.html"&gt;The Importance of Self-Belief&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YaS8YqRuY8o&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YaS8YqRuY8o&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-7895860341637672484?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/7895860341637672484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/7895860341637672484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/make-or-break.html' title='Make or Break'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-3208466815971255888</id><published>2009-12-14T11:33:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-14T11:43:19.150Z</updated><title type='text'>The Invisible Chains that Bind</title><content type='html'>While I was on the bus I noticed three boys beckoning the driver to stop but he didn't as he'd already left the stop. As the boys were running to the next bus stop, I willed them on to catch the bus. The bus was even caught at a traffic light. At the side traffic light the boys waited for two cars to drive by. When the road cleared, one boy ran across but the other two boys waited for the lights to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For crying out loud, the road is clear!" I thought. "Cross over!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the two boys just stood there waiting, keeping their other friend back. By then the bus had driven off. When we got to the bus stop there weren't many passengers so as soon as they got on we took off without the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe the two boys who were "stuck" at the traffic light represent invisible chains caused by one's beliefs, education, programming, previous experiences, or society's rules, which can sometimes hinder you or make you feel stuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Universe, which is not bound by any rules, was trying to help the boys catch the bus but they missed out because they were stuck in a box of their own creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am either living in a prison of my own creation or I am free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related articles: &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/loving-is-never-wrong.html"&gt;Loving is Never Wrong&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-love-has-already-provided.html"&gt;What Love Has Already Provided&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone.blogspot.com/2009/11/help-me-but.html"&gt;Help Me, But...&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://alldoneanddusted1.blogspot.com/2009/03/problem-with-experience.html"&gt;The Problem with Experience&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://alldoneanddusted.blogspot.com/2009/03/nothing-new-under-sun-part-2.html"&gt;Nothing New Under the Sun - Part 2&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://alldoneanddusted.blogspot.com/2009/02/promises-promises-part-2.html"&gt;Promises, Promises! - Part 2&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://beingthemagic2.blogspot.com/2008/09/stepping-outside-box.html"&gt;Stepping Outside the Box&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://freetobeme-ej.blogspot.com/2007/10/your-box-is-empty.html"&gt;Your Box is Empty&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://freetobeme1-ej.blogspot.com/2008/02/sword-of-freedom.html"&gt;The Sword of Freedom&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://freedom-expression-being.blogspot.com/2006/12/revisiting-causeless-cause.html"&gt;The Causeless Cause&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://enociaj2.blogspot.com/2006/06/with-boundaries-yet-boundless.html"&gt;With Boundaries Yet Boundless&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/03/love-is-unconditioned-and.html"&gt;Love is Unconditioned and Unconditional&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://theoneinall.blogspot.com/2005/08/freedom-speaks.html"&gt;Freedom Speaks&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://theoneinall.blogspot.com/2005/08/conditioned-and-unconditioned.html"&gt;Conditioned and Unconditioned&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://theoneinall.blogspot.com/2005/07/our-daily-bread.html"&gt;Our Daily Bread&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://vector8.blogspot.com/2004/11/be-true-to-yourself.html"&gt;Be True To Yourself&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-3208466815971255888?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/3208466815971255888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/3208466815971255888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/invisible-chains-that-bind.html' title='The Invisible Chains that Bind'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-8931431310367297855</id><published>2009-12-13T14:36:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-12-13T14:59:55.559Z</updated><title type='text'>The Cave</title><content type='html'>There's a popular belief that when men are stressed and have problems they retreat into their "caves" and don't come out until they've worked things out. Some men can get stuck in their cave for ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not just men that have caves, I have a cave I need to retreat into from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my cave I get to sort out what's real and what isn't; what is my stuff and what isn't; distinguish between my heart and head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I come out, I get to experience life based on my experience in the cave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see clearly now and whatever I decide, it's all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related articles: &lt;a href="http://alldoneanddusted1.blogspot.com/2009/04/home-away-from-home.html"&gt;Home Away From Home&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://alldoneanddusted.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-head-says-yes-but-my-heart-says-no.html"&gt;My Head Says Yes But My Heart Says No&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://beingthemagic2.blogspot.com/2008/10/using-discernment.html"&gt;Using Discernment&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-8931431310367297855?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/8931431310367297855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/8931431310367297855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/cave.html' title='The Cave'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-8063482870922870330</id><published>2009-12-12T13:28:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-12-12T13:44:18.061Z</updated><title type='text'>The Look of Love</title><content type='html'>While I was waiting at the station for a friend, I felt so cold my bones started to rattle. I started praying for warmth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly noticed this girl walking by with a woman, presumably her mother. The girl stared right into my eyes and even looked back at me. Right at that moment I stopped shivering and felt warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, friend, for transmitting the Look of Love just when I needed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related articles: &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/killing-time.html"&gt;Killing Time&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/walking-with-angels.html"&gt;Walking with Angels&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-all-in-eyes.html"&gt;It's All in the Eyes&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://iamwhatiamv8.blogspot.com/2009/08/for-love-starved.html"&gt;For the Love Starved&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Atf42KxzlcM&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Atf42KxzlcM&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-8063482870922870330?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/8063482870922870330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/8063482870922870330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/look-of-love.html' title='The Look of Love'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-4668992418514198235</id><published>2009-12-10T14:21:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-05-27T12:07:32.524+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone Has Good Taste</title><content type='html'>While I was walking through the park, I noticed this squirrel with a packet of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Snickers"&gt;Snickers&lt;/a&gt; in its mouth. I wasn't sure whether the packet was full or empty, all I know is that squirrel has good taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I happen to LOVE Snickers too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, squirrel, "get some nuts!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related articles: &lt;a href="http://ineednotwant.blogspot.com/2009/06/are-animals-affected-by-credit-crunch.html"&gt;Are Animals Affected by the Credit Crunch?&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://livingaslovelight.blogspot.com/2006/08/being-adorable.html"&gt;Being Adorable&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ineednotwant.blogspot.com/2009/06/are-animals-affected-by-credit-crunch.html"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-4668992418514198235?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/4668992418514198235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/4668992418514198235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/someone-has-good-taste.html' title='Someone Has Good Taste'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-4766754700338567536</id><published>2009-12-10T11:54:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-12-10T11:56:06.371Z</updated><title type='text'>Song of the Day - 8</title><content type='html'>Love this song - "Rimshot" by the beautiful Eryka Badu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HEPo3DEBtUI&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HEPo3DEBtUI&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-4766754700338567536?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/4766754700338567536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/4766754700338567536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/song-of-day-8.html' title='Song of the Day - 8'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-2220802785928945254</id><published>2009-12-09T11:59:00.008Z</published><updated>2009-12-09T13:33:29.044Z</updated><title type='text'>Killing Time</title><content type='html'>On my way to meet a friend, as I was a bit early I thought I could kill time by waiting at a particular bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I arrived at the bus stop I saw a police officer speaking to a woman and her young daughter. There was another man beside her. The woman looked distressed. I asked her what had happened and she said as she and her daughter (aged 4) were getting off the bus, one of the school kids tripped her and she went flying out of the bus and twisted her ankle. She said her daughter banged her head on the ground. She was now waiting for an ambulance to take her to the local hospital to get her ankle checked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I still had time to kill, I decided to sit beside my friend while the policeman took some information from her. My friend said after the "accident", they spotted this police car driving by and someone flagged it to stop. The officer was very compassionate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were chatting, a teenage boy walked by.  The woman called out to him as she happened to know him and he stopped to say hello. She explained what had happened and told him she was OK. Before he left he gave her a hug. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were waiting for the ambulance to arrive, I said to my friend that I practised energy healing and if she liked I could lay my hand on the ankle. She was well up for it. I felt a lot of heat coming from the ankle. I didn't do the traditional &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Reiki"&gt;Reiki&lt;/a&gt;, I just laid my hand on her ankle and sole of her foot and prayed in my head thanking Divine Love for being present in every situation. We then exchanged hugs and I wished her well. As I was walking away, I heard the ambulance approaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great way to kill time witnessing Love working through me, the police officer, the passenger, the woman's friend, the ambulance, and well-wishers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how things appear, Love is always present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related articles: &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/if-its-not-love-it-doesnt-exist.html"&gt;If It's Not Love It Doesn't Exist&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/walking-with-angels.html"&gt;Walking with Angels&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://beingthemagic.blogspot.com/2008/05/just-because-ive-made-my-bed-doesnt.html"&gt;Just Because I've Made My Bed Doesn't Mean I Have to Lie in It&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://vector8.blogspot.com/2004/12/accident-or-omnipresence-at-work_02.html"&gt;Accident or Omnipresence at Work?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-2220802785928945254?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/2220802785928945254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/2220802785928945254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/killing-time.html' title='Killing Time'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-7135807170080498433</id><published>2009-12-08T12:02:00.017Z</published><updated>2009-12-08T15:03:21.872Z</updated><title type='text'>A Prayer for the Earth</title><content type='html'>Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As You already know, this week there are all these politicians, environmental experts and activists meeting in Copenhagen to discuss issues about global warming which they believe is critical. These people believe that if humans do not intervene and change their ways, the future of earth will be a bleak one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I know You know everything because You are in all time, all space, and in all realities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I also know that You are a God of Love who has already provided a perfect earth to meet humanity's needs forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I know that You Know and that You are everywhere present and very aware and active, I'm not going to worry about "global warming" and environmental issues because I know You have got everything under control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You for being everywhere present and constantly revealing Your Beauty, Harmony and Wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You for all the politicians, experts and activists who I believe mean well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You for everyone. We may not all share the same beliefs and world view, but I am really grateful to you all for being here to play with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related articles: &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/thought-of-day.html"&gt;Thought of the Day&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/if-its-not-love-it-doesnt-exist.html"&gt;If It's Not Love It Doesn't Exist&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/love-is-all-that-matters-revisited.html"&gt;Love is All That Matters - Revisited&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-love-has-already-provided.html"&gt;What Love Has Already Provided&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone.blogspot.com/2009/11/purpose-of-prayer.html"&gt;The Purpose of Prayer&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://ineednotwant.blogspot.com/2009/07/love-pandemic.html"&gt;The Love Pandemic&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://alldoneanddusted.blogspot.com/2009/01/unity-consciousness-in-practice.html"&gt;Unity Consciousness - In Practice&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://cosmicluciddreamer1.blogspot.com/2007/07/global-warming-and-end-times.html"&gt;Global Warming and End Times&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://freedom-expression-being.blogspot.com/2007/01/season-of-light.html"&gt;Light Season&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://simplyenocia.blogspot.com/2005/12/co-creating-with-god.html"&gt;Co-Creating with God&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-7135807170080498433?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/7135807170080498433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/7135807170080498433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/prayer-for-earth.html' title='A Prayer for the Earth'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-380029231649669641</id><published>2009-12-08T10:36:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-12-08T10:39:03.576Z</updated><title type='text'>Thought of the Day</title><content type='html'>Where there is trust there is no worry.&lt;br /&gt;Where there is love there is no fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related articles: &lt;a href="http://alldoneanddusted1.blogspot.com/2009/03/love-and-fear-cannot-occupy-same-space.html"&gt;Love and Fear Cannot Occupy the Same Space&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://cosmicluciddreamer1.blogspot.com/2007/06/trusting-in-love.html"&gt;Trusting in Love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-380029231649669641?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/380029231649669641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/380029231649669641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/thought-of-day.html' title='Thought of the Day'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-3566855340128741629</id><published>2009-12-07T12:51:00.018Z</published><updated>2009-12-08T12:05:39.271Z</updated><title type='text'>If It's Not Love It Doesn't Exist</title><content type='html'>When I went to bed last night I started experiencing headache which felt like a migraine. Given what I believe that Love is everywhere present, I thanked Infinite Love for always being present and that She has already erased what is unlike Herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the headache persisted I kept thanking Love over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is all there is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Love I believe in doesn't create illnesses and suffering of any sort just so the suffering can teach me lessons, at least I no longer buy into that bullshit. However, Love can always transform "suffering" into good. For instance, years ago I had a knee injury and was in constant pain. I believe Love did not give me the knee injury, yet Love used that opportunity to reveal to me that I am whole in Spirit and my knee was healed. See &lt;a href="http://freedom-expression-being.blogspot.com/2006/12/gift-of-unbelief.html"&gt;The Gift of Unbelief&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Love I believe in doesn't keep putting experiences on my path as tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Love I believe in brings to me experiences that I resonate with and love; and repels and erases those which do not resonate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's not Love it doesn't exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By morning I got to experience my prayer in manifestation i.e. the migraine was erased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related articles: &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/why-so-cute.html"&gt;Why So Cute?&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/yum.html"&gt;Yum!&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/love-doesnt-play-silly-buggers.html"&gt;Love Doesn't Play Silly Buggers&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/love-found-me.html"&gt;Love Found Me&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-all-done-and-dusted-revisited.html"&gt;It's All Done and Dusted - Revisited&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/thank-you.html"&gt;Thank You!&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-natural-repellant.html"&gt;My Natural Repellant&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://ineednotwant.blogspot.com/2009/06/love-heals.html"&gt;Love Heals&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://freedom-expression-being.blogspot.com/2006/12/gift-of-unbelief.html"&gt;The Gift of Unbelief&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/03/god-doesnt-make-mistakes.html"&gt;God Doesn't Make Mistakes&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://theoneinall.blogspot.com/2005/09/its-either-love-or-bullshit.html"&gt;It's Either Love or Bullshit!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-3566855340128741629?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/3566855340128741629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/3566855340128741629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/if-its-not-love-it-doesnt-exist.html' title='If It&apos;s Not Love It Doesn&apos;t Exist'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-9140320222395699508</id><published>2009-12-07T11:40:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-12-07T12:49:58.833Z</updated><title type='text'>Why So Cute?</title><content type='html'>The other day I met this guy who took a shining to me and asked me out on a date. He even wanted me to go for a drink with him right at that moment, but I declined his offer. When he asked me my age and I told him he said he couldn't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How come you look like this?" he said, meaning, why do I look so young for my age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I believe we're not supposed to age," I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I met another guy who thought I was cute and asked me out. When he found out my age he said: "How come you're so cute then?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pointed to the sky, "You have to blame God for that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When man is the source of something, it is temporal and there's always a price to pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Spirit is the source of something, it is eternal and lasts forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spirit is my Mother-Father and Source.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe all things originate in Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related articles: &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-is-strength.html"&gt;What is Strength?&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-love-has-already-provided.html"&gt;What Love Has Already Provided&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/love-doesnt-play-silly-buggers.html"&gt;Love Doesn't Play Silly Buggers&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://alldoneanddusted1.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-i-see-you-matters.html"&gt;How I See You Matters&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://alldoneanddusted1.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-i-see-you-matters.html"&gt;How I See You Matters&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://alldoneanddusted1.blogspot.com/2009/03/genetic-heritage.html"&gt;Genetic Heritage&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-9140320222395699508?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/9140320222395699508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/9140320222395699508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/why-so-cute.html' title='Why So Cute?'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-110256185559657673</id><published>2009-12-04T13:40:00.006Z</published><updated>2010-01-02T16:06:44.267Z</updated><title type='text'>Love is All That Matters - Revisited</title><content type='html'>Let's say a friend invites me out for a meal. I could choose to order the same food as my friend, or I could order something different and then we can try each other's meal to see what they taste like. It doesn't matter if my friend and I don't share the same taste in cuisine, as long as we're sharing the restaurant experience and enjoying each other's company, that's all that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like watching people taking their dogs for walks. Sometimes the man or woman would stand still and let the dog sniff or pee to their heart's content before they continue their walk. While man and dog are having different experiences of the world, they are still enjoying being with one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we like the same things and sometimes we don't. As long as we love each other and enjoy being with one another, that's all that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related articles: &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/heart-of-jazz.html"&gt;The Heart of Jazz&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/loving-is-never-wrong.html"&gt;Loving is Never Wrong&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-really-matters.html"&gt;What Really Matters?&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://beingthemagic1.blogspot.com/2008/07/love-is-all-that-matters.html"&gt;Love is All That Matters&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mRwG5LoSvwQ&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mRwG5LoSvwQ&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-110256185559657673?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/110256185559657673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/110256185559657673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/love-is-all-that-matters-revisited.html' title='Love is All That Matters - Revisited'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-415954033360657297</id><published>2009-12-04T11:45:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-04T11:48:59.240Z</updated><title type='text'>Song of the Day - 7</title><content type='html'>LOVE this song "Work It" by Mary J Blige. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks YOU for getting me into this song. We've listened to this album over and over, haven't we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-jZxR70w3Vs&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-jZxR70w3Vs&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-415954033360657297?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/415954033360657297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/415954033360657297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/song-of-day-7.html' title='Song of the Day - 7'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-4723906026371617850</id><published>2009-12-03T13:08:00.033Z</published><updated>2010-03-12T16:13:30.310Z</updated><title type='text'>What is Strength?</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"Not by might, nor by power, but by my spirit" &lt;a href="http://etext.lib.virginia.edu/etcbin/kjv2www?specfile=/texts/english/religion/kjv/kjv-pub.o2w&amp;amp;act=text&amp;amp;offset=6152781&amp;amp;textreg=0&amp;amp;query=grace"&gt;Zechariah 4: 6&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;In a fun questionnaire a friend sent me one question was: "Do you think you are strong?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My response was "Yes in a weak way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't being flippant, it's something I truly believe in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't see myself as strong because I believe strength is about using force. I've long since realised that when I use force it makes me feel physically weak, but when I don't use any force, I feel as mighty as the oak tree. For instance, just washing the dishes can make me feel physically sick, but when I just let it happen, I feel as if I'm doing nothing. In other words, it's like having all these invisible hands doing the washing for me and I'm doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like many people I'd been programmed to believe that how quickly anything is accomplished depends on the amount of focus or hard work one puts into it. For example, it takes a lot a less energy and man-hours to manifest a £100 as opposed to £1000. As for £1 million, that takes a lot of belief, effort or thought power. But is this really true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do a lot of walking. I have observed that there's no difference between walking from home to the bus stop (which is about a mile and takes about 15 minutes) and walking from home to the city (which is about 7 miles and takes between 1 hour 45 minutes and 2 hours, depending on the route I take). The reason why it makes no difference because I feel the same way at the end of both journeys - like I've done nothing. Why is that? Because I'm walking as Spirit and Spirit uses no effort or thought. Sometimes I arrive at my destination and I wonder how I got there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment I start thinking of myself as the human doing the walking then I think in terms of how much energy I need to walk the distance or whether I do have the necessary stamina. My body even tells me when I've over-exerted myself and I need to rest so I can get energised in order to complete the journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I apply Spirit's way to manifesting, then as far as Spirit is concerned, manifesting a penny and a million Pounds is the same thing as both require no thought or effort. Now it makes sense what Jesus (in the Bible) means when he says to his disciples:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"If ye had faith as a grain of mustard seed, ye might say unto this sycamine tree, Be thou plucked up by the root, and be thou planted in the sea; and it should obey you." &lt;a href="http://etext.lib.virginia.edu/etcbin/kjv2www?specfile=/texts/english/religion/kjv/kjv-pub.o2w&amp;amp;act=text&amp;amp;offset=4560362&amp;amp;textreg=0&amp;amp;query=mustard+seed"&gt;Luke 17: 6&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;A grain of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mustard_seed"&gt;mustard seed&lt;/a&gt; is very tiny indeed. Thus, it's not how big your faith or conviction is, or how much thought you put into it, but how willing one is to trust in Spirit and let Spirit do the work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm describing here is the paradigm shift from experiencing life as material/mental where one needs physical prowess and mental powers to accomplish anything to seeing the Universe as spiritual where all things are accomplished by omnipresent, omniscient and omnipotent Spirit in which all things are possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times when I have an idea about how an article should be written but I find the article has other ideas. In the end I just sit back and let the article write itself through me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the topic at hand: "what is strength?" I have no physical or mental strength; I achieve everything by Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All is Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related articles: &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/dont-push-it-dont-force-it.html"&gt;Don't Push It, Don't Force It!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/hilarious.html"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/ascension-game-of-snakes-and-ladders.html"&gt;Ascension - the Game of Snakes and Ladders&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-is-point.html"&gt;What is the Point?&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://alldoneanddusted1.blogspot.com/2009/05/credit-where-credits-due.html"&gt;Credit Where Credit's Due&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://beingthemagic1.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-is-stamina.html"&gt;What is Stamina?&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://beingthemagic.blogspot.com/2008/05/lost-art-of-bone-idleness.html"&gt;The Lost Art of Bone Idleness&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://freetobeme1-ej.blogspot.com/2007/12/zero-energy.html"&gt;Zero Energy&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://lifeasejknowsit.blogspot.com/2007/02/you-do-it.html"&gt;You Do It!&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://lifeasejknowsit.blogspot.com/2007/02/weaker-stronger.html"&gt;The Weaker, the Stronger&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://freedom-expression-being.blogspot.com/2006/11/fitting-square-peg-into-round-hole.html"&gt;Fitting a Square Peg into a Round Hole&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/03/no-time-passes.html"&gt;No Time Passes&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://vector8.blogspot.com/2005/05/what-it-means-to-live-in-spiritual.html"&gt;What It Means to Live in a Spiritual Universe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-4723906026371617850?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/4723906026371617850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/4723906026371617850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-is-strength.html' title='What is Strength?'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-2301560984376323082</id><published>2009-12-03T11:58:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-12-03T12:27:11.633Z</updated><title type='text'>Yum!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"There is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so." &lt;a href="http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Hamlet"&gt;William Shakespeare&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;When I offered a friend some chocolates she declined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know how you can have such smooth skin and eat so many chocolates," she said. "If I did my skin would break out in spots."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's because of my beliefs," I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend shook her head in amazement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to share my friend's belief that certain foods make me break out in spots or make me put on weight. I no longer have that belief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I see it, all is Love and Love has no opposites. In other words, there are no polarities; they only exist because man thinks them into being. I prefer to simply focus on what I enjoy. Even when occasionally I have something I don't particularly enjoy, I don't judge it as good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love chocolate! Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related articles: &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/hat-of-matter.html"&gt;The Hat of the Matter&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone.blogspot.com/2009/11/do-food-supplements-and-diets-work.html"&gt;Do Food Supplements and Diets Work?&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone.blogspot.com/2009/10/is-love-greatest.html"&gt;Is Love the Greatest?&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://ineednotwant.blogspot.com/2009/07/love-pandemic.html"&gt;The Love Pandemic&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://alldoneanddusted1.blogspot.com/2009/03/genetic-heritage.html"&gt;Genetic Heritage&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://theoneinall.blogspot.com/2005/09/its-either-love-or-bullshit.html"&gt;It's Either Love or Bullshit!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-2301560984376323082?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/2301560984376323082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/2301560984376323082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/yum.html' title='Yum!'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-481606121467769984</id><published>2009-12-03T10:37:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-12-03T13:56:59.522Z</updated><title type='text'>Song of the Day - 6</title><content type='html'>For the One who makes "my heart go giddyup."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My Boy Lollipop" by Millie Small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZYj9J4UH8ck&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZYj9J4UH8ck&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-481606121467769984?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/481606121467769984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/481606121467769984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/song-of-day-6.html' title='Song of the Day - 6'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-6330889089094503601</id><published>2009-12-02T11:39:00.012Z</published><updated>2009-12-02T12:20:50.655Z</updated><title type='text'>The Season of Goodwill</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"People want to be told what to do so badly, they'll listen to anything." &lt;a href="http://www.amctv.com/originals/madmen/cast/ddraper"&gt;Don Draper&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;It is quite funny watching the adverts they show on television at this time of year, the season of goodwill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment there are not only adverts to encourage people to shop till they drop, there are the food adverts reminding people that Christmas is the time to stuff yourself silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as Christmas is over, next follows adverts for the sales where people are encouraged to spend all the money and gift vouchers they've received for Christmas, or exchange their gifts for something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the holiday season are the adverts to encourage people to lose weight caused by over-indulgence. While you're at it, why not let us help you with your new year's resolution to change careers, give up smoking, join the gym, and look good? Remember, now that you are earning more money you can afford to go on more expensive holidays. And with your slimmer figure, you're bound to look good in your bikini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the cycle of programming continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so blessed to have people who care so much about our well-being...for a small fee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tis the season to be jolly, fa la la la la la la la la."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related articles: &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/teaching-old-dog-new-tricks.html"&gt;Teaching an Old Dog New Tricks&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-so-dream-continues.html"&gt;And So the Dream Continues&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://alldoneanddusted.blogspot.com/2009/03/when-i-follow-my-heart-every-day-is.html"&gt;When I Follow My Heart, Every Day is Christmas Day&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://beingallandnothing.blogspot.com/2008/12/stagger-joy.html"&gt;Stagger the Joy&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://beingthemagic.blogspot.com/2008/05/mind-control.html"&gt;Mind Control&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://freetobeme1-ej.blogspot.com/2008/01/are-you-feeling-post-christmas-blues.html"&gt;Are You Feeling the Post-Christmas Blues?&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://freetobeme-ej.blogspot.com/2007/11/goodwill-to-all-men.html"&gt;Goodwill to All Men&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-6330889089094503601?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/6330889089094503601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/6330889089094503601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/season-of-goodwill.html' title='The Season of Goodwill'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-155585198476726072</id><published>2009-12-01T15:22:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-12-01T16:16:42.414Z</updated><title type='text'>Teaching an Old Dog New Tricks</title><content type='html'>I find when I've got accustomed to doing something leading to a particular habit, the reason I am addicted to that habit is because my body has been programmed to that habit. One way to break a habit is to train my body to act in a different way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance there's this library I use a lot. When I leave I usually turn left. Over the last two weeks I've been trying a new route which means turning right out of the building. I have observed that because I've got so used to going left, I have to consciously tell myself to go right otherwise my feet tend to do what they're used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just yesterday as I was leaving I absent-mindedly went left then I remembered what I was doing and changed direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The easiest way I find to break a habit is to intend it. Then the Universe takes over and does the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's never too late to teach an old dog new tricks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related articles: &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/ascension-game-of-snakes-and-ladders.html"&gt;Ascension - the Game of Snakes and Ladders&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone.blogspot.com/2009/11/magic-of-intention.html"&gt;The Magic of Intention&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://iamwhatiamv8.blogspot.com/2009/09/these-feet-were-made-for-walking.html"&gt;These Feet Were Made for Walking&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://alldoneanddusted1.blogspot.com/2009/04/kicking-habit.html"&gt;Kicking the Habit&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://beingallandnothing.blogspot.com/2008/12/can-leopard-change-her-spots.html"&gt;Can a Leopard Change Her Spots?&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/03/you-cant-teach-old-dog-new-tricks.html"&gt;You Can't Teach an Old Dog New Tricks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-155585198476726072?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/155585198476726072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/155585198476726072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/teaching-old-dog-new-tricks.html' title='Teaching an Old Dog New Tricks'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-4069653350052179724</id><published>2009-12-01T13:24:00.020Z</published><updated>2009-12-02T11:38:12.044Z</updated><title type='text'>The Hat of the Matter</title><content type='html'>As I was walking through the local park, I came across a man I usually see in the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I said hello he said, "Aren't you cold without a hat?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, as long as I've got my coat and scarf, I'm OK," I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Most of our heat is lost from our head, you know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's what they say," I said. "I've had my hair short for many years and I'm used to it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's amazing!" he shook his head and walked off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although my coat has a hood, I either put it on just for fun or if it's raining and I can't be bothered to put my umbrella up. Other than that, I don't bother with hats. As I see it, hats are just fun items of clothing that make me look good or if I'm trying to make a statement. Maybe if I was living in the North Pole, I might see things differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hat of the matter is, excuse the pun, is that it's all about what one believes to be true. If I shared my friend's belief about exposing my head to the elements, I would probably need to wear a hat to protect myself. It's interesting though that my friend had short hair and he didn't have a hat on. I guess as a woman I'm supposed to have longer hair; I've never been one to follow the norm anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I see it, I don't like in the UK or on Earth, I live and have my being in and as Love/Spirit/Mind. In other words, all that I am experiencing are Infinite Mind in infinite manifestations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Science-Health-Scriptures-Authorized-Trade/dp/0879520388"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Since there is nothing but Infinite Love that fills all space, there is no other law to oppose Love. That's why I don't believe in any such idea of losing heat from my head. There is nothing but Love inside and outside of me. That, for me, is the real Heart of the matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, friend, for your concern as I can see you were loving me in your own way. It's just that your way is not my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is all there is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related articles: &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/ascension-game-of-snakes-and-ladders.html"&gt;Ascension - the Game of Snakes and Ladders&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone.blogspot.com/2009/10/is-love-greatest.html"&gt;Is Love the Greatest?&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone.blogspot.com/2009/09/is-world-within-or-without.html"&gt;Is the World Within or Without?&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://ineednotwant.blogspot.com/2009/05/loves-omnipresence.html"&gt;Love's Omnipresence&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://alldoneanddusted1.blogspot.com/2009/03/where-do-you-live.html"&gt;Where Do You Live?&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://beingallandnothing.blogspot.com/2008/11/dont-believe-hype.html"&gt;Don't Believe the Hype!&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://beingallandnothing.blogspot.com/2008/10/good-intentions.html"&gt;Good Intentions&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://freetobeme-ej.blogspot.com/2007/10/harmless-fun.html"&gt;Harmless Fun&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://cosmicluciddreamer.blogspot.com/2007/04/living-in-my-own-planet.html"&gt;Living on My Own Planet&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://simplyenocia.blogspot.com/2005/11/fun-reminder.html"&gt;A Fun Reminder&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-4069653350052179724?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/4069653350052179724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/4069653350052179724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/12/hat-of-matter.html' title='The Hat of the Matter'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-2908307527610553222</id><published>2009-11-30T14:07:00.013Z</published><updated>2009-11-30T16:30:47.894Z</updated><title type='text'>Where There is a Will, There is Always a Way</title><content type='html'>In the last &lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b00p8950"&gt;Countryfile&lt;/a&gt; I watched, the programme looked at people who have bought huts that overlook this particular beach. One woman who is a hut enthusiast spoke about how she fell in love with the huts when she was a child and has loved them ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another woman who was interviewed spoke about how she's always loved one particular building and wished they could develop it. Her dream did come true and the building was converted into one room apartments that overlooked the beach. She said she was one of the first people to buy a space in it, even though it was very expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got me thinking about the expression "Where there is a will, there's a way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe the will is the desire to express what we love. When I love something then I as Love has already created the opportunities for me to enjoy more of what I love. I believe what is defined as the future is actually Infinite Love projected into all time, all space and all realities as the experiences I love that are unfolding in the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the case of the two women, their love for the buildings had created the experiences they loved which became their reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will experience all that I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related articles: &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/loving-is-never-wrong.html"&gt;Loving is Never Wrong&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-love-has-already-provided.html"&gt;What Love Has Already Provided&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone.blogspot.com/2009/10/be-joy-and-rest-follows.html"&gt;Be Joy and the Rest Follows&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone.blogspot.com/2009/10/song-day-keeps-doctor-away.html"&gt;A Song a Day Keeps the Doctor Away&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-currency.html"&gt;The Love Currency&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://ineednotwant.blogspot.com/2009/06/greatest-gift-is-love.html"&gt;The Greatest Gift is Love&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://beingallandnothing.blogspot.com/2008/12/perfect-dream-dance-partner.html"&gt;The Perfect Dream Dance Partner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-2908307527610553222?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/2908307527610553222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/2908307527610553222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/where-there-is-will-there-is-always-way.html' title='Where There is a Will, There is Always a Way'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-2809682459170467142</id><published>2009-11-30T12:31:00.010Z</published><updated>2010-05-24T13:13:36.631+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Through Thick and Thin</title><content type='html'>I was chatting to a friend the other day about football. He said when he first came to live in the UK, he was attracted to "Chelsea Football Club" because he resonated with the colour blue at the time and decided to support them. He said when the players changed and he didn't like the new team and manager he moved on to "Arsenal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What kind of a fair-weather fan are you? You can't stop supporting Chelsea just because you don't like the team!" I said. "I've supported &lt;a href="http://www.liverpoolfc.tv/"&gt;Liverpool&lt;/a&gt; since I was a child. There are times when I don't even know who the players are but I still support them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's because you support the club," he said. "I support the team not the club."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I see where you're coming from."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what attracted me to Liverpool in the first place. As a child while I was living in Sierra Leone, they used to show first division football every Sunday on television. Just for fun, I decided to support Liverpool and have stuck with them ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether Liverpool has a good or bad season, I'll always support the club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether Liverpool has great players or not, I'll always support the club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether Liverpool wins or loses, I'll always support the club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether I understand the &lt;a href="http://www.talkfootball.co.uk/guides/rules_of_football.html#l"&gt;The Offside Rule&lt;/a&gt; or not, I'll always support Liverpool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe it's great to have something to support no matter what whether it's a football club, a principle, or whatever I love. This way I am not only choosing to love unconditionally, I always have long-term and committed relationships going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through thick and thin, I'll always be there for you, Liverpool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related articles: &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/heart-of-jazz.html"&gt;The Heart of Jazz&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-are-perfect-as-you-are.html"&gt;You are Perfect as You Are&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone.blogspot.com/2009/11/why-michael-jackson-lives-on-and-on.html"&gt;Why Michael Jackson Lives On and On&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-only-game.html"&gt;It's Only a Game!&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-you-know-your-back-is-covered.html"&gt;When You Know Your Back is Covered&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://iamwhatiamv8.blogspot.com/2009/08/right-environment-to-fluorish.html"&gt;The Right Environment to Flourish&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://ineednotwant.blogspot.com/2009/06/taking-rough-with-smooth.html"&gt;Taking the Rough with the Smooth&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://ineednotwant.blogspot.com/2009/05/offside-rule.html"&gt;The Offside Rule&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://alldoneanddusted.blogspot.com/2009/02/wonder-drug.html"&gt;The Wonder Drug&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://freetobeme1-ej.blogspot.com/2008/03/love-is-only-cause-i-support.html"&gt;Love is the Only Cause I Support&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-2809682459170467142?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/2809682459170467142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/2809682459170467142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/through-thick-and-thin.html' title='Through Thick and Thin'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-3621303797864679865</id><published>2009-11-30T10:42:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-30T11:25:24.409Z</updated><title type='text'>Redistribution of Wealth</title><content type='html'>When a friend was given a lovely plant she asked me if I wanted it as she said she didn't enough space in her place to look after it.  I accepted her gift which I thought I would enjoy looking after. Then I had a change of heart and I decided to give the plant to my neighbour who loves plants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My neighbour was really chuffed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love being part of the great redistribution of wealth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related articles: &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/intimacy.html"&gt;Intimacy&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/blessings-galore.html"&gt;Blessings Galore&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone.blogspot.com/2009/10/sharing-versus-giving.html"&gt;Sharing versus Giving&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-3621303797864679865?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/3621303797864679865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/3621303797864679865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/redistribution-of-wealth.html' title='Redistribution of Wealth'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-4865617804551745506</id><published>2009-11-28T14:26:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-28T14:32:06.728Z</updated><title type='text'>Song of the Day - 5</title><content type='html'>"You'll never walk alone" by Gerry and The Pacemakers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ma3Nax8yyOE&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ma3Nax8yyOE&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-4865617804551745506?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/4865617804551745506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/4865617804551745506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/song-of-day-5.html' title='Song of the Day - 5'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-4448425578216230587</id><published>2009-11-27T11:31:00.011Z</published><updated>2009-11-27T13:20:03.294Z</updated><title type='text'>Walking with Angels</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;For he shall give his angels charge over thee, to keep thee in all thy ways. They shall bear thee up in their hands, lest thou dash thy foot against a stone. &lt;a href="http://etext.lib.virginia.edu/etcbin/toccer-new2?id=KjvPsal.sgm&amp;images=images/modeng&amp;data=/texts/english/modeng/parsed&amp;tag=public&amp;part=91&amp;division=div1"&gt;Psalm 91: 11-12&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;As the bus I was on was driving by I noticed this man at the traffic light had just slipped and fallen, which made me gasp. A few passengers also stared in the man's direction, presumably wishing the man well. The man got up and brushed himself up. He did look OK though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got me thinking about something. Isn't it amazing how people transform into human angels when there's a crisis and do all they can to help? Why don't people act like that all the time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One could argue that because we've all been given freewill, people have to ask for help before it is given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it were really true that we need to ask first before help is given, how come when people are involved in accidents or disasters, people offer to help anyway without being asked?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe there are angels everywhere appearing in human form, animal form, nature,  and infinite ideas in the universe be they visible or invisible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe angels do not judge; they help us enjoy life and fulfil our dreams. All I need to do is be open to let them help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am an angel in human form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you angels for always being there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related articles: &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/enjoyment.html"&gt;Enjoyment&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-love-has-already-provided.html"&gt;What Love Has Already Provided&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone.blogspot.com/2009/11/help-me-but.html"&gt;Help Me, But...&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone.blogspot.com/2009/10/how-to-get-out-of-sticky-situation.html"&gt;How to Get Out of a Sticky Situation&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-way.html"&gt;This Way!&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://beingthemagic1.blogspot.com/2008/08/youre-angel.html"&gt;You are An Angel!&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://freetobeme1-ej.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-choir-of-angels.html"&gt;My Choir of Angels&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://cosmicluciddreamer1.blogspot.com/2007/07/angels-are-everywhere.html"&gt;Angels are Everywhere&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-4448425578216230587?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/4448425578216230587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/4448425578216230587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/walking-with-angels.html' title='Walking with Angels'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-1375254654758287656</id><published>2009-11-26T12:37:00.031Z</published><updated>2009-11-27T15:53:00.596Z</updated><title type='text'>Intimacy</title><content type='html'>On my way to meet a friend, the Voice within said: "I KNOW you. I KNOW everything about you. I KNOW you inside out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got me thinking of intimacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think intimacy was the kind of relationship I have with someone I'm very close to where we share what's in our hearts and our deepest desires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I can be there for someone I love I can never experience what they're feeling. Even if that person is feeling joyful, I can only share in their joy but I can't feel what joy is like for them. While I can sympathise or even empathise with their pain, I can never feel nor would I want to feel their pain. All I can do is simply be there for them, love them, and wish them well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is only one who knows all my deepest desires, fears, and secrets, my I AM or God Presence. By knowing I mean God is not just there as a force giving me impersonal love like the sun sending its rays indiscriminately on all, God is having and feeling the experience as me. That's why God knows me inside out because God is having the experience. Even the experiences that haven't gone so well, God was actually present. The idea is to surrender everything and let God experience everything as me and it will be transformed into good. That, for me, is intimacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, I don't like experiencing periods which I see as messy and pointless. I can understand why that programme is in place though. When I feel God in the period, it's a totally different experience. I can just relax and let it flow in a way that's right for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, when I met up with my friend who is a music producer, we listened to what he'd been working on. To me, what he'd created sounded perfect but he said there was a particular note he wasn't happy with. He was back on his computer tweaking it until the note was just right. In a way, my friend was demonstrating my idea of intimacy in motion. The reason why my friend knows all the notes and arrangements so well because he'd created them. He knew what works and what doesn't. Even when he works on songs he hasn't written, he takes the notes apart and gets to know each note so intimately that he can shift the notes around in order to create new sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was working on this piece in the library, one friend approached and said she'd bought some doughnuts and had received an extra bag for free. She wanted me to have one. She even gave me a choice between jam and custard. I opted for jam. God knows I LOVE jam doughnuts. Another friend had brought me some chocolates she'd received as a gift. As she's not into chocolate she remembered how much I love chocolate. They were delicious! This is what I mean by God knowing me so well that He brings exactly what I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe intimacy is letting God be me in every moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related articles: &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/your-wish-is-my-command.html"&gt;Your Wish is My Command&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone.blogspot.com/2009/10/is-love-greatest.html"&gt;Is Love the Greatest?&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-things-dont-go-according-to-plan.html"&gt;When Things Don't Go According to Plan&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://iamwhatiamv8.blogspot.com/2009/08/for-love-starved.html"&gt;For the Love Starved&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://alldoneanddusted.blogspot.com/2009/02/celebrating-love.html"&gt;Celebrating Love&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://beingthemagic2.blogspot.com/2008/09/impersonal-personal-and-special.html"&gt;Impersonal, Personal and Special Relationships&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://beingthemagic.blogspot.com/2008/05/dear-god-what-is-your-will-for-me.html"&gt;Dear God, What is Your Will For Me? - Revisited&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://livingaslovelight.blogspot.com/2006/10/god-in-every-moment.html"&gt;God in Every Moment&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://livingaslovelight.blogspot.com/2006/10/god-rules-ok.html"&gt;God Rules, OK!&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://enociaj2.blogspot.com/2006/08/transmuting-fire-of-love.html"&gt;The Transmuting Fire of Love&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/05/will-to-do-good.html"&gt;The Will to Do Good&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TtGY4G7II6s&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TtGY4G7II6s&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-1375254654758287656?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/1375254654758287656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/1375254654758287656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/intimacy.html' title='Intimacy'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-1595450704790211022</id><published>2009-11-26T11:10:00.011Z</published><updated>2009-11-26T12:14:53.459Z</updated><title type='text'>Seeing Stars</title><content type='html'>While my mother and I were watching the game show &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Family_Fortunes"&gt;Family Fortunes&lt;/a&gt; on television, one question that came up was a part of the body that people usually bump. The answers were: head, knee, hip, elbow, shin and toe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum and I discussed how painful it can be when you hit those areas of the body. I told mum about when I once knocked myself out. I was out at late at night with a group of friends. On our way to a friend's house, another friend started chasing me down the street. As I was running away from him, I was laughing really hard and kept looking back at him. The next thing I knew I had run into this lamp post. I literally saw stars then my legs buckled and I was out. I don't how long I was unconscious for but when I came round I was lying in my friend's arms with a throbbing headache. The rest of my friends thought it was hilarious. (That was the first and last time I've ever knocked myself unconscious. The other times I've been unconscious were when I was put under general anaesthetic for operations).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told mum that since I started seeing life from a different perspective, I have been able to reverse the pain after hitting my head, elbow or sheen by thinking "I am Light/Spirit." My body is instantly transformed into Light and where there is no density, there is no pain to experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You mean you no longer see stars?" mum said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, I don't."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of seeing stars, there was a time when I used to see tiny specks of light each time I had my eyes closed. It was as if I was looking into the sky at night and seeing zillions of twinkling stars. When I started meditating, I noticed the stars got closer and even appeared bigger. One time during meditation I found myself staring at what looked like the sun but millions of times brighter than the physical sun. When I merged into the sun, I realised the sun was me, all of us. Since then I no longer see the inner stars. I guess it's because all the stars have merged in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer see stars, I am the stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related articles: &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone.blogspot.com/2009/10/sun-god.html"&gt;The Sun God&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone.blogspot.com/2009/09/is-world-within-or-without.html"&gt;Is the World Within or Without?&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://freetobeme-ej.blogspot.com/2007/11/knock-knee.html"&gt;Knock Knee&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://freedom-expression-being.blogspot.com/2006/12/some-thoughts-on-meditation-haha.html"&gt;Some Thoughts on Meditation - Haha&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://enociaj.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-is-evolution_10.html"&gt;What is Evolution?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-1595450704790211022?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/1595450704790211022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/1595450704790211022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/seeing-stars.html' title='Seeing Stars'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-8108124338720405537</id><published>2009-11-24T12:28:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-11-24T12:47:35.791Z</updated><title type='text'>Read All About It!</title><content type='html'>Last night I noticed a trailer for the Reality TV show &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/I"&gt;I'm a Celebrity Get Me Out of Here&lt;/a&gt; about how one of the celebrities had walked out of the show. Although I haven't watched this show in years and I had no intention of watching it, I was still curious about what had happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I left home a lot later than usual, which meant catching a later bus. Instead of getting the usual route, I decided to get on the first one that came along. During the journey, this woman sat next to me. I noticed she had her newspaper open to the &lt;a href="http://www.metro.co.uk/fame/article.html?Katie_Price_ditches_Alex_Reid_after_quitting_Im_A_Celebrity&amp;amp;in_article_id=776059&amp;amp;in_page_id=7"&gt;story&lt;/a&gt; about the celebrity who had walked out of the Reality TV show. I asked her about it and she let me borrow the newspaper so I could read all about it. After I had finished, I returned her newspaper and thanked my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It never ceases to amaze me the many wonderful ways my questions get answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related articles: &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/love-found-me.html"&gt;Love Found Me&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone.blogspot.com/2009/09/now-i-know.html"&gt;Now I Know!&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://beingthemagic1.blogspot.com/2008/08/thank-you-for-keeping-me-posted.html"&gt;Thank You for Keeping Me Posted&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-8108124338720405537?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/8108124338720405537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/8108124338720405537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/read-all-about-it.html' title='Read All About It!'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-1672307799827923831</id><published>2009-11-24T10:31:00.023Z</published><updated>2009-11-24T15:42:42.608Z</updated><title type='text'>Do I Need Three Meals a Day?</title><content type='html'>The nutritional experts keep telling us how important it is to have three meals a day. Some tell us that if you skip other meals, it's important to at least have breakfast as it's the most important meal of the day. They also say it's important for us to drink lots of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm more of a one meal a day girl; I tend to have one big meal in the evening, unless if someone invites me out for lunch or dinner. Something happened recently which made me rethink my eating habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days ago I applied this particular eyeliner I haven't used for ages. The next day my eyelids were slightly swollen. I decided to give that particular eyeliner a miss. Last night I felt my eyelids stinging again. I thought after a good night's sleep they would get back to normal. During the night they kept itching. This morning my eyelids and the areas around my eyes were really puffy. While I was contemplating whether I wanted to go out in that state, the Inner Voice (my Guide) said: "Receive Liquid Light and let the Light heal you everywhere it hurts." I stood in front of the bathroom mirror with my eyes closed and thought to myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am receiving Liquid Light now!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my mind's eye, I saw Liquid Light being poured at the top of my head. The Light felt like someone rubbing healing balm on my eyelids, which took the sting away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although my eyes were still puffy, I decided to get dressed trusting in the Intelligence to do the healing work necessary. As I was getting ready, the Voice also reminded how important it is to fill myself up daily with Liquid Light. The Light is all the wonderful blessings, things and experiences Infinite Love has already prepared for us all including healing and nourishment. All I need to do is receive the Light as often as I feel the need and let Its Intelligence do the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I have been practising receiving Liquid Light for quite a while, I haven't been quite as consistent as I should have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to admit that the experts are right - I do need at least three meals a day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now on, I'm going to receive Liquid Light 3 times a day: first thing in the morning, mid-afternoon, and late at night. If and when the mood takes me, I might just stuff my face all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am receiving Liquid Light for all time, all space, and all realities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related articles: &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-love-has-already-provided.html"&gt;What Love Has Already Provided&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/ascension-game-of-snakes-and-ladders.html"&gt;Ascension - the Game of Snakes and Ladders&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://ineednotwant.blogspot.com/2009/07/importance-of-good-diet.html"&gt;The Importance of a Good Diet&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://ineednotwant.blogspot.com/2009/06/keep-moving.html"&gt;Keep Moving&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://ineednotwant.blogspot.com/2009/06/why-love-is-all-i-need.html"&gt;Why Love is All I Need&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://alldoneanddusted1.blogspot.com/2009/03/self-confidence.html"&gt;Self-Confidence&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://alldoneanddusted.blogspot.com/2009/01/importance-of-good-hygiene-and.html"&gt;The Importance of Good Hygiene and Nourishment&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://livingaslovelight.blogspot.com/2006/09/love-downloads.html"&gt;Love Downloads&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://theoneinall.blogspot.com/2005/08/dressing-you-in-love.html"&gt;Dressing You in Love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-1672307799827923831?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/1672307799827923831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/1672307799827923831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/do-i-need-three-meals-day.html' title='Do I Need Three Meals a Day?'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-1930309300280646536</id><published>2009-11-23T12:00:00.014Z</published><updated>2009-11-23T13:00:26.276Z</updated><title type='text'>Don't Push It, Don't Force It!</title><content type='html'>I'm becoming more and more aware how much I used to use power and will a lot. No wonder I had Piles (Haemorrhoid). Naturally, someone got to benefit from my sore bottom: the pharmaceutical companies who provide the creams for piles, which poor sods like myself had to pay for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was watching television, it started raining heavily. At the time I was watching an episode of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Star_Trek:_The_Original_Series"&gt;Star Trek: The Original Series&lt;/a&gt; about a teenager who had so much power he could just make people he didn't like disappear just by staring at them. A notice came up that no signal was being received. This usually happens when it's raining. I was so tempted to zap the box with my supersonic thought ray and get it to work but I simply reminded myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This Satellite operates not by might or by power but by spirit." (&lt;a href="http://etext.lib.virginia.edu/etcbin/kjv2www?specfile=/texts/english/religion/kjv/kjv-pub.o2w&amp;amp;act=text&amp;amp;offset=6152781&amp;amp;textreg=0&amp;amp;query=grace"&gt;Zechariah 4: 6&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The signal was back on even though it was still pouring with rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't push it, don't force it, just let it come out effortlessly! Take it from me, it's painless that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related articles: &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-love-has-already-provided.html"&gt;What Love Has Already Provided&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/ascension-game-of-snakes-and-ladders.html"&gt;Ascension - the Game of Snakes and Ladders&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-are-perfect-as-you-are.html"&gt;You are Perfect as You Are&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://makingthetwoone.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-so-dream-continues.html"&gt;And So the Dream Continues&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://iamwhatiamv8.blogspot.com/2009/08/why-someone-benefits-from-anothers.html"&gt;Why Someone Benefits From Another's Suffering&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://lovealways-ej.blogspot.com/2007/09/if-at-first-you-dont-succeed-stop.html"&gt;If At First You Don't Succeed, Stop Trying&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-1930309300280646536?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/1930309300280646536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/1930309300280646536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/dont-push-it-dont-force-it.html' title='Don&apos;t Push It, Don&apos;t Force It!'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9007025731233467444.post-6039750552501252960</id><published>2009-11-23T11:52:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-11-23T11:54:55.313Z</updated><title type='text'>Hilarious!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"I went to my doctor and asked for something for persistent wind. He gave me a kite." ~~ Les Dawson&lt;/blockquote&gt;Enocia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related poem: &lt;a href="http://vector8.blogspot.com/2004/05/as-high-as-kite.html"&gt;As High as a Kite&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9007025731233467444-6039750552501252960?l=makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/6039750552501252960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9007025731233467444/posts/default/6039750552501252960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makingthetwoone1.blogspot.com/2009/11/hilarious.html' title='Hilarious!'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05322043348041044083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhzwNMlqFpA/Tf5dFKe18hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FpHUMzxugE/s220/vector8.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
