Friday, 31 July 2009


So I was chatting with an Internet friend about how I used to love the cartoon series called He Man and the Masters of the Universe. I said my favourite character in the series was the villain Skeletor as he was so incorrigibly bad. The series also inspired me to write this article: There is Only One Power.

After that I had this strong feeling to listen to "Encore Une Fois" by Sash on YouTube, which I happen to love. There were several versions but the version I preferred simply had a photo with the words: "I love Electro. I noticed the heart shape had a photo of a skull, which reminds me of Skeletor.

It's amazing the many ways I attract what I love the most!


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Song of the Day - 8

Always LOVED this song: "Encore Une Fois" by Sash. It makes me want to go clubbing.


Go Away, Rain!

As I was walking home, I saw two fire engines driving by. In the distance I could see thick smoke billowing from a building. The sky was thick with smoke. and I could even smell it. At one point I started coughing. I heard some passers-by saying the fire was at a local school. Just as well the kids are on holidays.

I reminded myself that I'm walking in Light and asked the Light to clear the smoky environment around me. I felt better.

I also had a thought that the building could do with some rain to help put out the fire. A few minutes later it started drizzling which became a downpour.

As I was putting up my brolley, I thought to myself "It's not me that needs rain, silly! Please go away as I need to walk home in dry weather."

It stopped raining and remained dry and sunny the rest of the way.

Rain, rain, go away!
Come again when I really need you!


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Shmoo - The Shape Shifter

A friend has just brought a cartoon to my attention called Shmoo which he said he used to watch as a child. As soon as I saw Schmoo, he reminded me of the Shape Shifter within, which changes shapes into many different forms to meet the need. I discuss my own purple Shape Shifter in Paving the Way.

Thank you for bringing this series to my attention, which is so timely.


Thursday, 30 July 2009

It's Only Natural - Revisited

As I chatting to a security guard at the library, he asked me how my mother was as he's met her before. I told him she'd recently had a hip replacement operation and was getting better.

"That's what happens when you get older, your body starts to give way."


"Yes, it's only natural."

Although I didn't agree with my friend's opinion, my heart told me to say nothing and remain silent.

All I know is what is natural for me is being in radiant health regardless how I old I am.


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Paving the Way

Years ago I remember waking up in the middle of the night and felt this presence and when I opened my eyes I saw it was a purple, amorphous, mass. The purple mass then formed itself into a finger and it touched my shoulder. I realised I had become aware of my essence, the Shape Shifter and Dreamer, that is constantly shape shifting as the many. Every day I have a choice whether to live with conscious awareness of the Shape Shifter or not.

On my way home yesterday evening, as I didn't fancy walking all the way to the traffic lights, I decided to use the subway/underground tunnel to get to the other side. The only snag about this tunnel is there are many sharp corners and you never know when someone else is approaching from the other side. I was suddenly aware of this Power coming from my heart and shooting out in front of me. I knew It was clearing the way for me. All I had to do was walk with faith. Considering it was rush hour, when a lot of commuters are rushing to either catch their tubes (underground trains) or coming out of the tubes, the subway was totally empty.

When I got out of the subway, I saw it was quite cloudy and looked like it was going to rain. I asked the Power to make it dry for me. In my mind's eye, I saw what looked like a mist reaching up into the sky and going ahead of me. I decided to take a shortcut that would lead to the local park not far from home, but when I got there I couldn't find it. It was as if that path had been blocked. It even started to rain so I put up my umbrella. The moment I retraced my steps back to the main road to walk back the long way, the rain stopped. It was dry all the way home.

As I walked home, I asked the Power to ensure I had a relaxing evening. When I got home I was so chilled out I didn't feel like eating anything heavy. I just had some breakfast cereal, watched a bit of television, and was in bed by 10 o'clock.

One of my favourite passages in the Bible is as follows:

I will go before thee, and make the crooked places straight: I will break in pieces the gates of brass, and cut in sunder the bars of iron: And I will give thee the treasures of darkness, and hidden riches of secret places, that thou mayest know that I, the LORD, which call thee by thy name, am the God of Israel. Isaiah 45: 2-3
I believe the "LORD" is the Shape Shifter, the Power that goes ahead and paves the way and make all things harmonious and wonderful. I believe it's important to remember to invoke this Power every day.

Thank you for paving the way for me in every moment.


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Wednesday, 29 July 2009

Not Again!

When I went home yesterday I noticed there was a tray on the kitchen table full of fruits of every variety.

Not again! I grumbled to myself.

"I take it your friend came to visit then?" I said to mum.

"Yes, he brought those fruits for me."

"That's all we need, more fruits!"

"I feel the same way but I didn't tell him that though," she said. "I thanked him profusely for bringing them."

"At least he only brought fruits and not vegetables," I said.

"He knows how time-consuming it is to pick and cut them. I'm hardly in a position to do all that work."

"Where are you going to put these fruits as we've got enough as it is, and I'm not in the mood to eat fruits."

"I'm going to just bung them all in the blender and make fruit juice."

"Oh good! I have a feeling the angels are bored and entertaining themselves by continuously sending us food."

Mum laughed. "They have been sending a lot lately."

"Can you imagine if we were to receive all of our good in an instant? There wouldn't be enough space in London to contain them."

Later in the evening when another of my mother's friend paid a visit he had a bag with him for my mother and asked me to put the contents in the fridge.

"You haven't brought more food, have you?" I said.

"No, just fruit juice. These ones have lots of minerals which your mum needs to help her get better."

"But you brought some juice yesterday!"

"So what? I enjoy spending my money on your mum. She's a good friend and deserves it."

"How about spending your money on me as I deserve it too?" I teased him.

He promised to buy me some Vimto, my favourite drink, on his next visit.

Thank you, Universe, for providing superabundantly, even though I moan about it.


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Shining in Every Moment

One of my favourite films is The Shining, about a family employed to look after an isolated hotel during the winter months. On one level, it's the perfect job for Jack who is a writer; they have tons of food to last them over the winter months, and their son Danny has lots of room to play. On another level, the hotel has got a shady past which only Danny, who is psychic, can sense.

I love when the family is introduced to the chef, Dick, who is also psychic. Dick instantly knows Danny is a kindred spirit. While Dick is describing to Wendy (Mrs Torrance) what food they have in stock, he is communicating telepathically with Danny about ice cream.

Dick Hallorann: We've got canned fruits and vegetables, canned fish and meats, hot and cold syrups, Post Toasties, Corn Flakes, Sugar Puffs, Rice Krispies, Oatmeal... and Cream of Wheat. You got...

[then, telepathically to Danny]

Dick Hallorann: How'd you like some ice cream, Doc?

Dick Hallorann: ...a dozen jugs of black molasses, we got sixty boxes of dried milk, thirty twelve-pound bags of sugar... Now we got dried peaches, dried apricots, dried raisins and dried prunes. You know Mrs. Torrance, you got to keep regular, if you want to be happy!
When Dick and Danny have the opportunity to chat on their own, Dick talks about what it means to be telepathic:

Dick Hallorann: I can remember when I was a little boy. My grandmother and I could hold conversations entirely without ever opening our mouths. She called it "shining." And for a long time, I thought it was just the two of us that had the shine to us. Just like you probably thought you was the only one. But there are other folks, though mostly they don't know it, or don't believe it. Quotes from "The Shining"
I can very much relate to "shining." For instance, yesterday I was chatting to a friend who has been off sick with "Swine Flu." I was carrying the conversation on two levels. On the surface level I was asking him about how he was feeling and listening to him describing the symptoms, his visit to the doctor, the medication he's been taking; while on a deeper level, where I experience life, I was dissolving the belief in "Swine Flu" with "Love is all there is", sending my friend love and giving him a hug. In other words, at the deeper level I was shining.

I would go bonkers if I only experienced life on the surface level.

Nothing can dull my shine.


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Tuesday, 28 July 2009

The Shape Shifter

The following article was previously posted at my It's All Done and Dusted - Part 2 blogs.


Monday, 20 April 2009

The Shape Shifter

The real me is the shape shifter that can identity as any shape, form or idea. I even have a name for my shape shifter self.

Whenever I use the words I AM this or that with conscious intent, I am invoking the shape shifter which automatically identifies Herself as whatever thoughts or ideas I have in mind such as a daughter, sister, lover, partner, friend, male, female, writer, people, music, art, dance, animal, a tree, a mountain, the earth, planets, galaxies, love, peace, joy, happiness, abundance, wisdom, etc.

Shape shifting comes in very handy when I want to dissolve a state like when I've injured myself. I simply think I AM Spirit and the pain is instantly dissolved.

If I'm feeling sad and don't wish to prolong that state I simply think I AM Happiness and I feel happy.

When I don't wish to identify as any thought or idea, I stay in silence. Then the shape shifter reverts to its essence - formlessness.

I AM whatever I think I am.


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Song of the Day - 7

Another great Luther Vandross song: "Never Too Much." LOVE it!


My Friends are Everywhere - 2

As I was walking home yesterday I saw this guy at the bus stop. When I smiled hello at him I realised he lived in our neighbourhood.

"What are you doing this far from home?" he said.

"I'm walking home."

"Why aren't you getting the bus home?" he said.

"Because I prefer to walk."

"Do you want me to pay for your fare?"

"No, I'm fine, thank you."

"Well, have a safe journey home," he said.

It's good to know I have friends everywhere looking out for me.


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Song of the Day - 6

I've been thinking a lot about Luther Vandross and remembering all his wonderful love songs. His songs are so timeless. Here's one I LOVE: "So Amazing."

I love you, Luther!


Monday, 27 July 2009

Song of the Day - 5

What is it about this song by Spandau Ballet that I LOVE so much? I guess because it's "True". Yup, "I know this much is true." :-)


What is Resistance?

During my walk I decided to pick blackberries to take home with me.

I noticed they are in three stages of development: ones that are not ready; ones that appear ready; and the ones that are ready.

I don't bother with the ones that are not ready.

The ones that appear ready look black and ripe, however, they are quite hard and when I try to pick them they don't come off that easily. It's as if the berries are saying they are not yet ready. I have found that although they are edible, they can taste sour, which is not surprising as they're not expressing their fullest potential.

The ones that are ready are a lot softer and come off easily. In fact, they are almost ready to drop and they taste sweet and juicy.

My blackberries friends got me thinking about life experiences. Resistance is a sign that I'm trying to force things to happen; to pick fruits that are not yet ready to be harvested. When I try to force the issue, it might seem to work out but deep inside it doesn't feel right. It's best to simply let nature take its course. Then what I love ends up chasing me or lands on my lap.

When I took the blackberries home, my mother asked why I didn't have as many as the previous week.

"That's because not all of the ones I picked were ready."

"Yes, some of them were sour."

"I know."

This time mum said they were all delicious.

Life is always sweet when I let nature take its course.


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It Takes One to Know One

The other day I went into town to listen to a rap performance. I expected it to be an outdoor event but when I arrived it was indoors. The venue was already full to capacity and there was a long queue outside. We were advised that they were now only letting people in on a "one out and one in" system, which meant it would be a long wait. However, anyone interested in hearing the performance can always listen via the PA system installed round the corner. I thought I'd give that a go. Besides, I didn't mind standing outside as that is what I had expected anyway.

As I was walking round the building to where the PA system was, I heard someone admiring this guy's t-shirt. I was curious to see what was so special about it.

"What's on your t-shirt? Let me have a look!" I said to the guy.

The words read: "I Love Tokyo."

"Is that it?" I chuckled.

"He must obviously like Tokyo as well," he said.

I happen to love listening to Japanese people. It's my second favourite language, after Italian.

My friend and I stood near the PA system. Because of the glare of the sun it was difficult to see through the window. I had to press my nose against the window and peer in. It was then I noticed this woman inside the building had "Tokyo Cowboys" at the back of her t-shirt. When I turned round to point it out to my friend with the Tokyo t-shirt he wasn't there.

After listening for a few minutes, I decided to see if the queue had gone down so I could get into the venue, but it was still long. I returned to my spot outside the building. It was then I noticed my Tokyo t-shirt friend standing there. I grabbed his hand and led him to the window and pointed out the "Tokyo Cowboy” woman. My friend shook his head and laughed.

It's good to see the magic of synchronicity is always at work no matter what I'm doing.

It takes one Tokyo lover to know one.


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My Friends are Everywhere

It's amazing the different ways I get to connect with friends.

As I was taking a walk via the canal, I noticed this man polishing his boat. I was curious about what product he was using.

"Is that a special product you are using to make your boat so shiny?"

He showed me the product and when I saw it, I laughed out loud.

"Baby oil?"

"Yes, not only does it make it shiny, when it rains the water just slides off it."

My friend told me how he came across that information which he's shared with others. I asked him what it was like to live on a canal boat and whether there was enough space. He said they had all the home convenience, microwave, washing machine, television and enough room for him, his wife and their guard dog. He said they were mooring at that space to get water and to get rid of their rubbish and they were heading further north. I asked him what route he was taking and he told me. It turned I knew that route as I've explored it by foot.

While we were chatting, he introduced me to his wife and their German Shepherd dog. While his wife was off on her walk, my friend and chatted for about half an hour. We had so much in common. I used to live in the town where he was born. His grown up kids (the eldest is now 50) live in a place called Canvey Island; I once stayed at a caravan site at Canvey Island and we even went to the local night club. My friend has spent time in Australia; I've been to Australia. The only thing we didn't have in common was our football teams; he supports Tottenham Hotspurs and I support Liverpool. I told him Liverpool was the best team in the world and he didn't agree. :-)

It's wonderful to see my friends everywhere.


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Sunday, 26 July 2009

Moan, Moan, Moan!

As I was shaving my armpit the other day I had a good moan to myself about having to shave. My legs needed a shave but I couldn't be bothered. It would be so nice to have a hair removal system that doesn't involve shaving, chemicals or waxing. It has to be pain free. Otherwise, I really can't be bothered.

This morning I noticed this packet in the living room. At closer inspection, it was a pain free and easy to remove hair removal system. What? I must be sleep-walking again. Hang on, I never sleep walk! I'm wide awake. But this can't be for my mother as she hardly shaves as she's got smooth and silky legs. She says she hardly shaves her armpit either. Where did it come from?

"What's this, mum?" I said. "Whose is it?"

"It's mine."

"But you don't need to shave!"

"I saw it on a shopping channel the other day and I ordered it," she said. "It's supposed to be very good."

"Oh yeah? Let me have a go."

I took one of the pads which you're meant to move in a circular way on dry skin. When moved in one direction, it exfoliates the skin; and in the other direction, it removes the hair. I tried it on one leg and wonders of wonders, the hairs were coming off. And it didn't hurt, it was like having a massage.

"This is fantastic!" I said. "I was only moaning to myself the other day about shaving and now I've found this product."

"It's like you always say, answers are everywhere," she said. "You can have it."

"Really? Thanks!" I said. "It's even good for facial hair too."

"That's why I ordered it."

"Well you're welcome to use it for your facial hair as it does work."

Just shows moaning does have its benefits.

I'm reminded of a car advert on television. When they first started showing it my mother said she didn't like the music as she believed it gave her a headache. I actually loved the ad concept and the music. Each time it came on she would either have a moan or put the TV on mute. Just recently I noticed they'd changed the music but were still using the same concept.

"See mum, they heard you and they've got a new song just for you."

I believe moaning is another kind of prayer.

Moan, moan, moan!

Actually, the Universe doesn't seem to mind, so I'll moan as loud as I want.


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Saturday, 25 July 2009

The Rainbow at the End of the Downpour

While I was walking home it started drizzling, but I was reluctant to open my umbrella. The drizzle turned into a heavy downpour. Damn! Within a few minutes the rain ceased. I looked up and saw the most amazing rainbow. Aha, so that's what you were trying to do, express yourself as this magnificent rainbow.

As I was walking down this street I noticed two guys chatting. They stopped chatting when I approached them and one gave me a once-over. I thought of a perfect way to distract him.

"Look, rainbow!" I pointed out to the sky.

"Oh yeah," he said. "It's beautiful!"

I don't mind the rain, when there is such a beautiful rainbow after.


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Why It's Important to Stay Neutral

Over the last few weeks they've been advertising a compilation album on television. There's one particular song that comes on that I don't like. Last night when I saw a clip of the song, I had the same feeling.

Guess what happened? A friend who shares videos via emails sent me a link to that same song today

I still don't like the song.

It just shows that it is my emotions that attracts experiences, whether it's something I like or don't like. In other words, "What you resist persists."

When I don't want to attract something, I either don't give it my attention or I stay neutral.


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It's a Different World

Sometimes I feel like I'm living in a different world to most people.

When I went to collect my mother's prescription from her doctor's I drew a blank. I couldn't remember how the system works i.e. that you have to sign on behalf of the patient and what boxes to tick. I guess it's been such a long time since I've experienced that system, it feels quite foreign, like they're speaking a language I no longer understand.

While I was waiting to collect the tablets at the pharmacist, I sat next to this woman. I saw she had this strange looking object so I asked her what it was. She said it was for prescriptions. As I still couldn't make out what it was, I asked her to explain. The thing had 28 compartments with the 7 days of the week at the top and the four times of the day on the left. She said that because her husband needs to take tablets four times a day, it helps him or his carer remember when to take the next ones. Now it made sense. The packet was like a bigger version of the "pill." I remember when I used to take the pill, I found it really handy having the days to remind me.

My friend said her husband was in a nursing home at the moment and had run out of tablets and she's been running back and forth trying to sort it out. I told her I was collecting my mother's prescription. I said I was bewildered at first because it's been such a long time since I was at a doctor's surgery.

"Don't you go to doctors?"

"No," I said.

"You've never been to a doctor?"

"Oh I used to, it's just I haven't been to one in years. I don't even have one now."

"But how do you cope?"

"I just pray."

"That's good. What church do you go to?"

"I don't follow any religion, I just believe in God," I said.

When the pharmacist called out my mother's name, I said goodbye to my friend and wished her and her husband well.

It's funny how the world is still the same and yet it's totally different from the one I now live in.


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Song of the Day - 4

I watched the film The Beach last night and this song is featured in it: "Pure Shores" by All Saints. Reminded me how much I LOVE that song and the group.


Friday, 24 July 2009

Quote of the Day

A friend shared this words of wisdom which I think is brilliant.

"Give them what they want, not what you think they want, and you will be successful, and they will be happy." -- Author Unknown
So true.


Being Passive

In this week's issue of Sport Magazine, there's an interview with Britain's motorcycle racer, James Toseland. Toseland talks about how he leaves all his aggression on the track. He says as soon as he takes his helmet off he's as "passive as anything."

It got me thinking about aggression. Is aggression part of the human experience which needs to be unleashed otherwise we end up either internalising it and making ourselves ill or take it out on our loved ones?

At least James Toseland expresses his aggression on a racing track.

For me, writing is an excellent outlet for me to express my various moods. The computer screen doesn't judge what I say or how I'm feeling, I can just let rip.

Another way I express what I'm feeling is I like to give myself space to simply observe the emotions with detachment. I can then choose which emotion I want to take personally and express; or which to just let slip by.

After I have expressed or released the emotion(s), I'm back to being passive.


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It's funny how during our day to day lives, we pretend we are all in our own little worlds and completely disconnected from one another. But are we really?

During my bus journey this morning, as I was reading a magazine, I heard a passenger two seats in front speaking on her mobile phone.

"Boy, she's loud!" I thought to myself.

When the woman finished her conversation, she turned round and apologised for sounding so loud. She said she'd left her 10 year old daughter at home with her father and she'd been trying to call her but she wasn't answering her mobile. She said she got really concerned and was about to get off the bus and return home. That's why her voice was raised.

"It's OK," I said.

Aha, so you did hear me then!

We are one!


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Song of the Day - 3

LOVE this song: "Drive" by The Cars.


Thursday, 23 July 2009

Song of the Day - 2

I woke up in the middle of the night with this song in my head: "I want to know what love is" by Foreigner. Just as well I LOVE the song as it would have been very annoying.

When I woke up this morning, it was still playing in my head like someone sending me a telepathic message.

"I want to know what love is. I want you to show me. I want to feel what love is. I know you can show me."

So do I.


The Problem with Generalisations

In last night's episode of "Sex and the City", which is about the lives and loves of four close girlfriends, Carrie introduces her new boyfriend, Berger, to her friends. Miranda tells her friends about a man she went out who wouldn't go back to her place for "coffee." She asks Berger for his opinion as a guy. Berger tells her that a guy will never miss out on an opportunity to spend the night. The only time he will pass is when he's not into the woman. Berger tells Miranda to expect an apologetic email from her date to try and to make excuses. Charlotte, who is a great believer in love, doesn't believe Berger. She assures Miranda that there must be another reason why her date wasn't keen on spending more time with her, but Berger insists Miranda's date is not into her.

Miranda buys into Berger's theory and expects never to see her date again. She soon receives an email from her date which she interprets as his way of trying to make an excuse. One day while she's having lunch, she eavesdrops a conversation between two young women discussing why one friend hasn't heard from her boyfriend. The other friend assures her he's probably busy and he's going to call. Miranda is so convinced that the "he's just not into you" rule applies in every situation that she decides to share the "good news" with the young women. She tells her the man is not into her so she should just move on. Her advice is not appreciated.

A few days later, Miranda's friend calls to arrange another dinner date. They go out for another curry and get on really well. After the meal, Miranda asks him back to her place, but he tells her he can't make it. Miranda asks him to be honest that he's just not into her. Her date says he really likes her but the reason why he has to go home because he has diarrhoea. Miranda now realises that both dinner dates had been two hot for him to handle.

That's the problem with generalisations, they tend to be based on false assumptions and expectations. Maybe, I should say ALL generalisations are based on false assumptions and expectations, then I will be generalising. Ha!

I believe there are some generalisations that are true for everyone. For instance, we all want to prosper, be happy, and fulfilled, but how they are expressed depends on each individual's idea of happiness, prosperity and fulfilment. It's because I believe we are all unique, that's why when I share my experiences, I share in the first person. It's up to the readers to decide whether they identify with my experiences or not.

Today is a wonderful day.
Every day is wonderful.

There I go generalising again! When will I ever learn?


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Wednesday, 22 July 2009

I Am What I Am

I reconnected with an old friend from university at Facebook. After she read one of my articles she said I sounded very deep and philosophical and reminded her of the conversations we used to have while we were at university. She said she rarely has those conversation these days; she's too busy trying to make ends meet and only has the occasional reflection.

I told my friend that I don't write about philosophy, which tends to be just intellectual and have nothing to do with reality. My focus over the years has always been about how to apply what I believe in every day life. I know I'm not here to just focus on survival issues but to make real those lofty "philosophical" ideals and dreams right here and now. Otherwise, what's the point of living.

Our email exchange is a very timely reminder for me that I haven't changed at all. I'm still the same old me always dreaming over how things can be better.

The world needs more dreamers who are not only dreaming up wonderful ways of being, but sharing how practical their dreams are. We wouldn't have electricity if there wasn't a dreamer like Thomas Edison.

I am what I am. I am a dreamer.


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What is a Prodigy?

The following article was previously posted at my I Need Not Want blog.


Monday, 20 July 2009

What is a Prodigy?

People tend to regard people who are incredibly talented at a young age as prodigies.

What is a prodigy anyway?

In the sci-fi series "Star Trek," the crew sometimes encounter beings called the Q from the Q continuum. Because the Q are masters of telekinesis and teleportation, they can do anything they want. The Q find the human way of doing things rather tedious and laborious.

In one episode called Q2, Q's son, Q junior, wishes to spend time with Voyager so he could have an experience of what it's like living with humans. The boy being a Q simply teleports into Captain Janeway's quarters, which startles her. Then his father appears to formally introduce them. Here's what happens:

Q: I'm a little hurt you didn't recognise junior. You are his godmother, after all.

Janeway: The first time I saw him he was an infant.

Q junior: Four years ago in human time. You called me adorable.

Janeway: You remember?

Q junior: I may have looked like an infant but I was still a Q. [addressing his father] Maybe, you should have picked a better godparent. *
I believe Q junior is making a very important point. A Q doesn't stop being a Q just because he's a baby. A Q is always a Q regardless of how he appears.

In the same respect, just because I'm appearing as a human doesn't mean I stop being my True Self as Light. I am always the same in any reality, whether I'm appearing as human or another entity.

That kind of thinking is not acceptable in the human dream. We're all meant to know our place in society. Kids are expected to act like kids. When you get to a certain age, you're expected to rebel. I'm sure there are lot of "kids” who are awake to their true identity that are now living in families whose parents and siblings are totally "clueless." Kids who don't conform to the human model of behaviour are either regarded as prodigies to be marvelled at and treated as gods; or sent to psychologists to be given appropriate labels and treated like freaks of nature.

Those who have lived with full awareness of their true identity have been idealised to such an extent that religions have been built around them. They are regarded as models we should all look up to and try to emulate. Some even treat these individuals as saviours.

I believe we are all prodigies. It's just that there are prodigies who are aware of who they are, and there are prodigies who are in deep slumber.

I've always known who I am.


* Dialogue from: Q2 on YouTube

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The Real Me

The following blog was previously posted at my Being the Magic; Sharing the Wonder - Part 3 blog.


Tuesday, 23 September 2008

The Real Me

Imagine I'm meeting an Internet friend for the first time in person at the train station. Before our meeting I email my photograph so he knows what I look like.

What if I decide to play a prank on my friend and send him someone else's photograph? Then when I arrive, my friend is not going to recognise me because he'll be too busy looking out for the other girl in the photo.

When I look at myself in the mirror I feel like my hypothetical friend at the train station looking out for the woman in the photograph, while being totally oblivious to the real me standing beside him.

The image I see in the mirror is not the real me but a representation of who I am; rather like when fashion designers present a collection of their work on the catwalk.

The real me is omnipresent, omnipotent and omniscient Light.

I am Light.


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Song of the Day

This song always makes me smile. "Bring Me Sunshine" by Morecambe and Wise.

Love, happiness and laughter.


Using the Gifts I Have Been Given

The following article, which was previously posted at my Being the Magic; Sharing the Wonder - 3 blog, is about when I was reminded to use my gifts of Light.

Saturday, 27 September 2008

Using the Gifts I Have Been Given

A few weeks ago I had a dream about this man who said to me, "You are not using all the gifts you have been given."

"What gifts am I not using?" I said.

"The gift of light."

"What about sharing who I am through writing? Am I not expressing light through them?"

"You are radiating the Light that you are in those writings, but there is something else you must do, and it's now time for you to focus on doing that."

Before I could continue quizzing my friend, I woke out of that dream. I didn't have time to ponder over what that dream meant because I heard the Inner Voice speaking to me about the very same topic. (To Self, there's no difference between the waking dream and the sleeping dream). The Voice said it is time to express my nature as Light; to literally be a lightworker by consciously projecting light wherever I am. HE was going to teach me how to express Light in every moment.

First of all, I'm to get into the habit of flooding my whole being with light every single morning and during the day. It's important to see Light as my real "daily bread" and let Light nourish me. It's also important to train my body to be totally obedient to the Light.

Next, I am to consciously project light wherever I am in order to dissolve fog-like thought forms that try to conceal the reality of God's presence. Only when the fog has dissipated can one enjoy the sun's radiance.

Later that morning as I was watching television, the satellite started playing up and a notice came up saying no signal was being received. The Voice showed me how to project light to the Source of the "problem". It felt like a laser beam coming from my eyes. The signal returned to normal.

Since then I've been religiously radiating light everywhere. Just recently my mother had the flu and I radiated light everywhere. Even though I know my nature as Light that cannot have cold, I started experiencing my throat itching and feeling like I was getting a cold. I continued to flood my consciousness with Light whenever I got the urge and I've been fine.

Thanks for the reminder to use the gifts I have.


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Some Thoughts on Meditation - Haha

The following post, which was previously posted at my Freedom, Expression, Being blog is about when I first experienced my True Self as Light.


Thursday, December 07, 2006

Some Thoughts on Meditation - Haha

Meditation is a wonderful way to know and be our True Self.

While there are many different meditation techniques, I believe there are only two types of meditation: active and passive.


Active meditation is when you're consciously trying to silence your thoughts, breathing, or whatever technique or rituals you're practising. Most of the techniques that are being taught are the "Active" type, where you are meant to be in control and tame the mind.


Passive meditation is when you have the idea to meditate and instead of trying to meditate, the meditation meditates you. The best way to describe this is by personal experience.

When I first started meditating it was because I had the idea that it would be fun. At first I tried to still my thoughts. After a while I got bored with this; besides it was too much like hard work and not fun at all. But something told me to persist. I would lie down with the intention of meditating and then let it happen. It didn't matter if I was still thinking, spaced out or fall asleep. All that mattered was having the intention to meditate. As time went by I would find myself without any thoughts. How did that happen? No idea. I guess stillness must have taken over.

One day the meditation took me to a realm of light where it felt like I was looking into the sun; but this Sun was millions of times brighter than our sun and it didn't hurt my eyes. I had a feeling I was being encouraged to go into the Sun but I resisted. I must have eventually surrendered because one day I found myself merged in with the Sun. I realised the Sun was/is who I am; who we all are. The Sun felt like the sum total of love, bliss, laughter, joy and fun. I never wanted to leave the Sun; I would stay in bliss for hours.

After that first experience of being the Sun, I wanted to be the Sun again and again. I started devoting my weekends to meditation where I would simply stay in my bedroom. Fortunately, I had a flatmate who was always away at weekends so I was never disturbed. I would then try to be the Sun. By trying, I was actively meditating; and all I ended up being was frustration. I would go for months and not experience the Sun. Only when I stopped trying, i.e. actively meditating, would the Sun reveal Its glory and I would lose myself in Being.

For me, the Sun was like experiencing real life. My everyday, waking, consciousness felt like death. I went through deep depression. All I wanted was to be the Sun forever not live in this, what I considered to be, God-forsaken reality. As time went by I realised that the Sun was teaching me, in a way that was tailored for my needs, how to live as the Sun in my waking consciousness. (See The Gift of Unbelief).

I believe everyone receives the call from Self to know who we are. Self shows each individual a way he can reveal Himself. Meditation is one such way. Most people hear the call and then try to know and be Self by actively meditating or whatever technique they are using and end up frustrated. I believe when you trust in the One who has called you, the One will reveal Himself in His own way.

I am Stillness.


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Fitting a Square Peg into a Round Hole

The following article was previously posted at my Freedom, Expression, Being blog.


Friday, November 24, 2006
Fitting a Square Peg into a Round Hole

No matter what they tell us
No matter what they do
No matter what they teach us
What we believe is true

No matter what they call us
However they attack
No matter where they take us
We'll find our own way back

I can't deny what I believe
I can't be what I'm not
I know I'll love forever
I know, no matter what No Matter What, Boyzone
I used to think I had a weak body due to my genetic heritage. I would get tired over little things. Doing a household chore like vacuum cleaning left me exhausted. I would feel sick in the pit of my stomach.

One day I had an insight. Instead of thinking your body is weak and gets tired over little things, what if you're feeling tired because of how you are identifying yourself. It was then I realised that I am spirit trying to make myself flesh; I am the infinite trying to make myself finite.

What is spirit? Spirit is formless and has no body mass or weight. It is awareness, being.

When I vacuumed without thought, I didn't know where my body began and where the carpet and vacuum cleaner ended. There was only one of us being in a vacuum cleaning way, effortlessly.

The moment I try to do anything with force or will power, I'm back to the person with a weak body who gets tired very easily.

All along I believed I was born with a weak body with very little stamina. Little did I know that I was trying to fit a square peg into a round hole.

I can't be what I'm not.
I am what I am.


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Expecting a Cat to Behave Like a Dog

The following article was previously posted at my The One in All blog.


Monday, July 18, 2005

Expecting a Cat to Behave Like a Dog

Recently I had a discussion with a friend, who is already married, about relationships. He asked me what kind of man I was looking for. I said I expected him to be like the One Self who is accepting of all experiences, non-judgmental, and always there. I asked him if he thought I could find a human who is like God. He said I was expecting a cat to behave like a dog.

I thought his analogy was very funny and so true. While there are exceptions to every rule, the collective cat consciousness or nature is totally different from that of a dog's.

In the same way, you can't expect humans to go against their nature. Human nature is about evolving through learning life lessons. Humans love to share ideas and knowledge, and they have unlimited ideas, but to expect humans to give without expecting anything in return is like expecting a cat to bark. Even those who give for the sake of giving say they get back joy, love, pleasure, or altruism. To justify having a reason to give, humans have even made up a God who gives because it is His pleasure to give. My understanding of God is that He has no feelings, thoughts, or concepts so how can this God feel pleasure? The God that feels pleasure is a human construct.

Humans are capable of immeasurable acts of kindness (according to human standards and beliefs) on the one hand, while creating and experiencing lots of pain and suffering on the other. This is because it is their nature to war against themselves, regarding some experiences as good and others as evil. Is it any surprising humanity hasn't achieved lasting peace when he is constantly warring against himself in one form or another? It's no use pointing a finger at terrorists for killing "innocent" people when you have a war going on within yourself. Terrorism is only self-warring on a larger scale.

There is also no point trying to make humans into something that is totally against their nature. Trying to change humans is like watching a particular channel on television and wanting it to be different.

You're watching a geographical channel but you want to see movies.
You're watching a movie channel but you want to see documentaries.
You're watching a religious channel but you want to see sex.
You're watching a shopping channel but you want to see comedy though, admittedly, some of the products could pass off as comedy. (smile)

I have had some days when I’ve felt pissed off and judgmental, then I feel bad for feeling that way because I think I am way above such pettiness. I then try to change my inner state by thinking up jokes or something to cheer myself up but I still feel pissed off. It is then I realise I am listening to the human channel, which is perfect as it is.

Instead of trying to change humans just accept humanity as it is, a different channel. Accept that humanity is doing the best He can and getting better and better. Then simply switch channels to the real Self that is formless Spirit, the One in all.

As you focus on being the real You, you realise the futility of trying to change humans. You realise that humanity is an aspect of being, a paradigm, but not the real Self. You find that you now experience the world in a different way. You then understand that as your real Self you give because it is your nature not because Self feels any pleasure or joy in giving. Those who live predominantly in the human paradigm might think you've lost the plot as your ideas are so way out, but you are what you are - you are Awareness.

You can't be human and Spirit at the same time. You can't expect a channel to show two programmes at once. If you want to experience humanity then be a human; if you choose to be your real Self then be yourSelf. The spiritual path is about making a choice to be.

Stop trying to change humans; stop expecting a cat to behave like a dog.

Switching channels.

In Oneness,