<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14018321</id><updated>2009-10-07T15:42:38.804+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The One in All</title><subtitle type='html'>BEHOLD, &lt;a href="http://www.reelclassics.com/Musicals/MaryPoppins/marypoppins.htm"&gt;MARY POPPINS&lt;/a&gt; LIVETH IN ME.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoneinall.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14018321/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneinall.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14018321/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>theoneinall@googlemail.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>159</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14018321.post-2220372934838713480</id><published>2008-10-18T18:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T18:14:11.971+01:00</updated><title type='text'>NOTICE TO ALL READERS</title><summary type='text'>Dear readers,Just to let you know that if you've received an email from Enocia Joseph at my Yahoo account enocia_j@yahoo.co.uk begging for money, it's not from me. That email account has been compromised. I can't access it at the moment.Until advised otherwise, please ignore/delete emails received from that account.If you need to get in contact please use this email address: theoneinall@</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14018321/posts/default/2220372934838713480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14018321/posts/default/2220372934838713480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneinall.blogspot.com/2008/10/notice-to-all-readers.html' title='NOTICE TO ALL READERS'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>theoneinall@googlemail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08944231440873301139'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14018321.post-7500328220951162589</id><published>2005-10-08T18:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T16:27:32.455Z</updated><title type='text'>This Blog is Now Closed</title><summary type='text'>For new articles go to Infinite Life, Infinite Joy.With love,Enocia</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14018321/posts/default/7500328220951162589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14018321/posts/default/7500328220951162589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneinall.blogspot.com/2005/08/this-blog-is-now-closed.html' title='This Blog is Now Closed'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>theoneinall@googlemail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08944231440873301139'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14018321.post-113414781554918915</id><published>2005-10-08T17:02:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T15:42:38.818+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Articles in Alpha Order</title><summary type='text'>Dear readers,Following is a list of all articles in this blog in alphabetical order.For other blog articles see Making the Two One; I Am What I Am; I Need Not Want; It's All Done and Dusted - Part 2; It's All Done and Dusted; It is All Nothing; Being the Magic - Part 3; Being the Magic - Part 2; Being the Magic; Free to Be Me as Love; Free to Be Me; Love Always; Lucid Dreamer - Part 2; Lucid </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14018321/posts/default/113414781554918915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14018321/posts/default/113414781554918915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneinall.blogspot.com/2005/10/articles-in-alpha-order.html' title='Articles in Alpha Order'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>theoneinall@googlemail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08944231440873301139'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14018321.post-112895079620280880</id><published>2005-10-08T14:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T15:56:08.576+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixed Intentions</title><summary type='text'>The other day I watched Britain's Next Top Model. The girls are invited to meet a top casting agent where they have to do a mock-audition for an ice cream commercial. Their brief is to look sexy and animalistic while enjoying the ice cream. One model, who is also studying for her PhD, is not happy with the brief. Her audition goes badly. The model receives, what she considers to be, harsh </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14018321/posts/default/112895079620280880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14018321/posts/default/112895079620280880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneinall.blogspot.com/2005/10/mixed-intentions.html' title='Mixed Intentions'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>theoneinall@googlemail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08944231440873301139'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14018321.post-112877549349600903</id><published>2005-10-08T13:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T14:34:18.056+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Contemplating Nature</title><summary type='text'>For me, nature is symbolic of the One.When I contemplate the qualities I see in nature, I am acknowledging these qualities in me for the One is the same One in all.I could wax lyrical about the qualities I have observed, but I'm going to list them instead. In no particular order, they are:TimelessnessBeautyStillnessExpansionSuperabundanceOpennessFreedomSupplyInfinityBoundlessness(I shall add more</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14018321/posts/default/112877549349600903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14018321/posts/default/112877549349600903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneinall.blogspot.com/2005/10/contemplating-nature.html' title='Contemplating Nature'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>theoneinall@googlemail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08944231440873301139'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14018321.post-112869207685845119</id><published>2005-10-07T14:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T13:57:44.598Z</updated><title type='text'>Receive What Has Already Been Given</title><summary type='text'>"Blessed is the man that walketh not in the counsel of the ungodly, nor standeth in the way of sinners, nor sitteth in the seat of the scornful. But his delight is in the law of the LORD; and in his law doth he meditate day and night." (Psalm 1: 1-2)I'm on a bus ride travelling during rush hour. I'm contemplating our true wealth. No, I don't mean the stuff of modern society but the substance of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14018321/posts/default/112869207685845119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14018321/posts/default/112869207685845119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneinall.blogspot.com/2005/10/receive-what-has-already-been-given.html' title='Receive What Has Already Been Given'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>theoneinall@googlemail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08944231440873301139'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14018321.post-112859434827064602</id><published>2005-10-06T10:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T14:29:03.010+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Our True Wealth</title><summary type='text'>"The kingdom of heaven is at hand." (Matthew 10: 7)The world we live in is wealthy beyond belief. Each of us is more wealthy than we would ever dream of. This wealth is right in front of us.  What is this wealth?  Have you ever wondered about the amount of creative intelligence needed to sustain the world we live in?  What about all the energy used to keep us in health, and the energy we use to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14018321/posts/default/112859434827064602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14018321/posts/default/112859434827064602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneinall.blogspot.com/2005/10/our-true-wealth.html' title='Our True Wealth'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>theoneinall@googlemail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08944231440873301139'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14018321.post-112851048693732903</id><published>2005-10-05T11:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T13:28:10.480+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is My Only Insurance</title><summary type='text'>Last night on a bus ride home, this woman got on. She was carrying this long and flat package, at least it looked that way to me. The bus driver asked her whether it was a mirror and she said yes. He told her to be careful. She and her friend sat a few seats in front of me. At one point the driver stopped the bus and asked the lady to swap seats. He said "The mirror could fall on someone's head </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14018321/posts/default/112851048693732903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14018321/posts/default/112851048693732903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneinall.blogspot.com/2005/10/love-is-my-only-insurance.html' title='Love is My Only Insurance'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>theoneinall@googlemail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08944231440873301139'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14018321.post-112842832720571809</id><published>2005-10-04T13:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T13:59:49.583+01:00</updated><title type='text'>No Such Word as "Can't"</title><summary type='text'>Did your parents ever say to you, There is no such word as "can't." If they did, they were so right.I can't do this.  Says who?  You can do anything you just choose not to do it.  Besides, when you use the word "I" you are calling on the power of the One I Am in all. You are saying the One "I" cannot, which is immensely powerful.  What you believe the "I" cannot do you cannot do.Can't disempowers</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14018321/posts/default/112842832720571809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14018321/posts/default/112842832720571809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneinall.blogspot.com/2005/10/no-such-word-as-cant.html' title='No Such Word as &quot;Can&apos;t&quot;'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>theoneinall@googlemail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08944231440873301139'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14018321.post-112833857162874733</id><published>2005-10-03T11:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T15:20:52.633+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Inner and Outer are One</title><summary type='text'>"When you make the two one, and when you make the inner as the outer and the outer as the inner and the above as the below, and when you make the male and the female into a single one, so that the male will not be male and the female not be female, when you make eyes in the place of an eye, and a hand in the place of a hand, and a foot in the place of a foot, and an image in the place of an image</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14018321/posts/default/112833857162874733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14018321/posts/default/112833857162874733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneinall.blogspot.com/2005/10/inner-and-outer-are-one.html' title='The Inner and Outer are One'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>theoneinall@googlemail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08944231440873301139'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14018321.post-112825815682456497</id><published>2005-10-02T13:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T14:11:07.706+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Order in Madness</title><summary type='text'>"So shall my word be that goeth forth out of my mouth: it shall not return unto me void, but it shall accomplish that which I please, and it shall prosper in the thing whereto I sent it." (Isaiah 55: 11) Have you ever had an experience when things seem to go wrong only to discover it was all in divine order?  I had such an experience yesterday.I'm on my way to the library to do some work. At the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14018321/posts/default/112825815682456497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14018321/posts/default/112825815682456497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneinall.blogspot.com/2005/10/order-in-madness.html' title='Order in Madness'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>theoneinall@googlemail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08944231440873301139'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14018321.post-112817205625877343</id><published>2005-10-01T13:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T14:14:01.416+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Glad Game</title><summary type='text'>"Make a joyful noise unto the LORD, all ye lands.  Serve the LORD with gladness: come before his presence with singing. Enter into his gates with thanksgiving, and into his courts with praise: be thankful unto him, and bless his name." (Psalm 100: 1, 2, 4)Do you moan about how awful your life is and wish it would change for the better?  Are you grateful for what you have now?In the film, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14018321/posts/default/112817205625877343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14018321/posts/default/112817205625877343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneinall.blogspot.com/2005/10/glad-game.html' title='The Glad Game'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>theoneinall@googlemail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08944231440873301139'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14018321.post-112808234555900900</id><published>2005-09-30T12:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T14:53:29.196+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Being What Is</title><summary type='text'>After I had put on foundation cream on my face this morning it suddenly occurred to me that the skin tone on my face was a shade darker than on my neck and the rest of my body. Hmmm!  I need to change my foundation to a shade lighter. How come I haven't noticed this before?  I guess I've got used to wearing this shade because that was my skin tone. Oh well, at least I've noticed it now.  The same</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14018321/posts/default/112808234555900900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14018321/posts/default/112808234555900900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneinall.blogspot.com/2005/09/being-what-is.html' title='Being What Is'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>theoneinall@googlemail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08944231440873301139'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14018321.post-112799406616150556</id><published>2005-09-29T12:30:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T10:54:06.087+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Careful What You Wish For</title><summary type='text'>As I've been writing about focusing my attention only on what I want, I feel it is time to take a trip down memory lane. This is a poem I wrote a while back about an experience I had when I was a wee lass, in my early twenties.Nothing's changed there then. Oh joy!Lots of love,EnociaBe Careful What You Wish ForI once shared a house with a beautiful girlWhom we all thought should be a modelShe was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14018321/posts/default/112799406616150556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14018321/posts/default/112799406616150556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneinall.blogspot.com/2005/09/be-careful-what-you-wish-for.html' title='Be Careful What You Wish For'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>theoneinall@googlemail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08944231440873301139'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14018321.post-112799229219371116</id><published>2005-09-29T11:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T12:29:36.966+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind Control</title><summary type='text'>"Never look at that which you do not wish to experience. No matter what the false condition may be, it must be refuted. The proper kind of a denial is based upon the recognition that, in reality, there is no limitation, for Mind can as easily make a planet as an acorn. The Infinite knows no difference between a million dollars and a penny. It only knows that IT IS." (p. 186)"Never limit your view</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14018321/posts/default/112799229219371116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14018321/posts/default/112799229219371116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneinall.blogspot.com/2005/09/mind-control.html' title='Mind Control'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>theoneinall@googlemail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08944231440873301139'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14018321.post-112798974050715468</id><published>2005-09-29T10:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T11:45:47.700+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Going with the Flow</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday morning I went to the library to do some work and noticed it was closed with a sign on the door. Just as I was about to read the sign I saw a bus approaching so I decided to take it into town. In the bus was a dear friend I haven't seen in over a year. The amazing thing was I only thought of her the day before. I was so happy to see her. She said she was on her way to a local art </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14018321/posts/default/112798974050715468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14018321/posts/default/112798974050715468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneinall.blogspot.com/2005/09/going-with-flow.html' title='Going with the Flow'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>theoneinall@googlemail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08944231440873301139'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14018321.post-112798492592595253</id><published>2005-09-29T10:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T10:08:46.443+01:00</updated><title type='text'>God Is</title><summary type='text'>The following is the lyrics to a song I wrote a while back. Sorry I can't download the melody from my head to the computer screen.  Maybe one day I'll record it properly. Lots of love,EnociaGOD ISGod is PowerGod is WillGod is Love andGod is PeaceGod is WisdomIn your Heart it's trueGod is speaking to youGod is BeautyGod is StrengthGod is Life andGod is HealthGod is AgelessLooking after youGod is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14018321/posts/default/112798492592595253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14018321/posts/default/112798492592595253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneinall.blogspot.com/2005/09/god-is.html' title='God Is'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>theoneinall@googlemail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08944231440873301139'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14018321.post-112781717313272040</id><published>2005-09-27T11:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T13:18:13.266+01:00</updated><title type='text'>How Long is a Piece of String?</title><summary type='text'>In the UK we have a saying in response to a question that cannot be answered, "How long is a piece of string?" (see meaning) Have you ever wondered what it would be like to live as your infinite Self?  Come to think of it, can you cope with infinity?  In the West there is superabundant clothes, shoes, food, things, stuff. When I'm in Oxford Street in London, I marvel at how much stuff there is. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14018321/posts/default/112781717313272040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14018321/posts/default/112781717313272040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneinall.blogspot.com/2005/09/how-long-is-piece-of-string.html' title='How Long is a Piece of String?'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>theoneinall@googlemail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08944231440873301139'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14018321.post-112773573446734941</id><published>2005-09-26T12:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T11:07:39.530+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Travelling Companions</title><summary type='text'>We are all travelling companions supporting one another on our journeys. Sometimes we are conscious of this and sometimes we are not. Here is one such example that happened yesterday.My friend and I have been exchanging emails about my purpose and why I write. Here's what my friend wrote in response to my email:"This is a great line:'What I am passionate about is self-realisation, inspiring </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14018321/posts/default/112773573446734941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14018321/posts/default/112773573446734941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneinall.blogspot.com/2005/09/travelling-companions.html' title='Travelling Companions'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>theoneinall@googlemail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08944231440873301139'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14018321.post-112773240527405936</id><published>2005-09-26T11:49:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T15:40:55.742+01:00</updated><title type='text'>We Are Always Right</title><summary type='text'>The thing about life is we are always right. If you think the world is a dangerous place, you attract experiences that validate your beliefs. The more experiences you have, the more they reinforce your beliefs about the universe being dangerous, which end up being your truth. And the more you're right.Earlier today, I discussed a particular bus route with my mother which she says is always </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14018321/posts/default/112773240527405936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14018321/posts/default/112773240527405936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneinall.blogspot.com/2005/09/we-are-always-right.html' title='We Are Always Right'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>theoneinall@googlemail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08944231440873301139'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14018321.post-112756291428324888</id><published>2005-09-24T12:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T14:38:11.803+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You Living in a Blinkered or Open Now?</title><summary type='text'>So I'm living in the Now. Right where I am there it the totality of all that I am. However....Suspense....More suspense....Hehehe.My Now can be as expanded as infinity or as blinkered as blinkered is. What do I mean? Best way is by example on another bus ride, surprise, surprise.Halfway through my bus journey yesterday evening, the bus driver told us he was going no further because the driver, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14018321/posts/default/112756291428324888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14018321/posts/default/112756291428324888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneinall.blogspot.com/2005/09/are-you-living-in-blinkered-or-open.html' title='Are You Living in a Blinkered or Open Now?'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>theoneinall@googlemail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08944231440873301139'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14018321.post-112755845335174435</id><published>2005-09-24T10:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T12:16:23.450+01:00</updated><title type='text'>More Examples About Focusing Your Attention</title><summary type='text'>In the last article, I wrote that what you focus your attention on magnifies. Here are a few more examples.When I'm on the Internet, I tend to have several pages open at once: my email, my blog, and other sites. While I focus on one thing at a time, I'm also aware when not to focus on something. For instance, I have found that if I'm downloading something or opening an attachment, it seems to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14018321/posts/default/112755845335174435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14018321/posts/default/112755845335174435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneinall.blogspot.com/2005/09/more-examples-about-focusing-your.html' title='More Examples About Focusing Your Attention'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>theoneinall@googlemail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08944231440873301139'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14018321.post-112747814987344158</id><published>2005-09-23T13:00:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T16:03:03.035Z</updated><title type='text'>Where Do You Focus Your Attention?</title><summary type='text'>I have noticed that when I am looking at something, there is a light aura around it. As I focus on the object the light around it expands. More on this later.Picture this. You open a book to read and instead of finding words on the page like you're used to, you see a block of letters. Allyoucanseeisjumbledwords (All you can see is jumbled words). It would be totally meaningless. You would have to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14018321/posts/default/112747814987344158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14018321/posts/default/112747814987344158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneinall.blogspot.com/2005/09/where-do-you-focus-your-attention_23.html' title='Where Do You Focus Your Attention?'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>theoneinall@googlemail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08944231440873301139'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14018321.post-112739062880021592</id><published>2005-09-22T12:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T13:12:31.370+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratitude is Joy is Love is Bliss</title><summary type='text'>Imagine someone has bought you something and you are very grateful. How do you feel? When I imagine this, I feel immense joy, but then again I also feel immense love.  Come to think of it, I also feel blissful. Bliss is joy is love; it makes no difference really. These feelings of joy, bliss and love are the equivalent of acknowledging that I am grateful. Have you noticed that when you are really</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14018321/posts/default/112739062880021592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14018321/posts/default/112739062880021592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneinall.blogspot.com/2005/09/gratitude-is-joy-is-love-is-bliss.html' title='Gratitude is Joy is Love is Bliss'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>theoneinall@googlemail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08944231440873301139'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14018321.post-112738574175287254</id><published>2005-09-22T09:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T12:25:29.566+01:00</updated><title type='text'>God in Flesh - Part 2</title><summary type='text'>In a previous article, I wrote:"God is man in flesh now. God is a human being now." God in FleshI now want to clarify what I mean by flesh.In every way I feel very much human. My skin feels like most people's and I can feel hot or cold, but there is a slight difference. Though I appear to be in flesh, I am not flesh. What feels like flesh is nothing but God-substance. When I am still I feel my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14018321/posts/default/112738574175287254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14018321/posts/default/112738574175287254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoneinall.blogspot.com/2005/09/god-in-flesh-part-2.html' title='God in Flesh - Part 2'/><author><name>Enocia Joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998926054278965943</uri><email>theoneinall@googlemail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08944231440873301139'/></author></entry></feed>