Evolving Pace by Tiffany Belle Harper
I love to dance, bake, spend time with the animals, to include the birds. For which now four ravens visit the small garden, a sanctuary of urban nature. It’s harmonious and as mentioned in previous posts has helped me to centre in my own contentment.
I have spent time going out in Lytham and it’s interesting to watch the people who mostly dwell there, mix and blend. Most of which wear expensive clothes and the town is very family orientated. Large groups lavish the ambience. Very different to Blackpool, a ‘what you see is what you get’ town. Always adventures. A mixture of all types within one community. No pecking tree. Two different worlds. But to me, everywhere needs heterogeneity. Interesting.
I had opened the hotel to start trading next month. I put so much work into the place. But I woke up this morning and decided, I am not going ahead. It is sad but my heart is no longer in the house. Nothing really makes sense when we do not have the power to determine our fate, other than to come from a good place and live with some kind of inner morale. And I am thankful for the gift of time on Earth. We should all be humble with the right to privacy.
I am thinking of new ways to enjoy my journey. But mostly to hope the world heals from this fast pace for which it is moving. Progress is not always hasty change. Progress is time and contemplation too. Humans are finding ways to replace their own existence. Not sure why? We are beautiful. Or at least capable of being so, since beauty is from the inside out. There’s a whole different world to what is tangible. And when we create a simultaneous and more virtuous way of surrealistic living within our own corridors, we are also transcending into higher dimensions. Where nothing really is artificial. It’s manifestation. To have good intentions whether of faith or not, still does visualise the transpiration of a possible utopia. That said, nothing is ugly. It is what is inside that defines radiance. And with too much visual perfection will be less self esteem for humans to have defects for which they feel tainted. Spots, scars, freckles, moles etc. The skin and our entire anatomy being gifts of life. Some of the most hateful people on this planet come in pretty packages. So I would say many topics need to have flaws to become inclusive within the spectrum of evolution.
The card here, I found on the floor a few weeks ago. Life is full of gifts to guide us. We are always connected to the higher good. To be in harmony with such pathways, we simply need to come from a place of love and slow down. To let the magic find all of us.
With Love. X
The Positive Aspects of Love-Balance, trust and Self Recovery from Evil Intention by Tiffany Belle Harper
Relationships are the most complexed yet rewarding things to settle into. During our life most of us meet thousands of people. Some we get to know, others we have a quick chat with or exchange a smile. It’s all chemistry and I believe we meet each person for a reason. Taking on a new mate is a big responsibility, as friendship takes effort. It would be impossible to please everyone. And it’s nobody’s job to fix another person. But by having the right balance around us, we can enrich our lives and purpose.
The internet for many has become a portal to make new connections that can often transpire into real life events. Many of the biggest moves I have made in life derive from internet discoveries. That said, it’s a minefield, as we can also tap into connections that are not giving us accuracy. For instance (and although I do not wish to dwell on it) the experience of being stalked has affected me on a deep level, where I felt my safety had been compromised. The reality of invasive spyware being discovered inside my place of work and my home. Not to mention an entire list of invasions, to include Apps being hacked etc. It was something I had not prepared for, and nobody should have to.
I did accept counseling and it has been confirmed in writing, there is clearly nothing at all wrong with my mental health. I already knew this as I am an optimistic soul. I can find good in the simplest of things. The team were however interested in my talks about the sensory garden I have made for the pets, birds and loved ones, as such a project would help others during recovery. But for months I became overly insular with a combination of distress and feeling very low. It has driven me out of my business, and then followed a chain of horrific targeted events. I am aware that whoever has been paid to hack my data, report on my real time activities etc., has been highly trained to terrorize me. In this world a worrying combination = a man in London with too much time and money + those who will take his money to do anything to me on the wrong side of the law.
It had been a focused online obsession towards my activities, becoming worst when I set up an Instagram account named ‘Lost in Lytham’ (now reluctantly deleted) that also promoted a diet group to earn an extra salary. I was posting pictures of the town, my little world, inspiring fitness, in addition to running a hotel in Blackpool. I had blocked the stalker, but he still seemed to think I had some kind of internet connection with him, where he reacted to everything I shared, as quickly as I posted it, and many others would notice this hindrance. I had hoped blocking him made it clear there was no desire to connect on any level. It’s been a heavy online presence for over ten years that does involve two of them at the same address, who have seemed abnormally embroiled as to my whereabouts, followed by a need to belittle and intimidate me with their work projects and targeted mentions of family, friends, etc all done in such a cowardly, indirect way.
During counseling I was advised not to look at their Twitter pages, as it was a means to make me fearful and for months I haven’t bothered. I never really did other than to ascertain where their hate campaign was at? I have now been told that my current lack of self confidence is symptomatic of PTSD (post-traumatic stress disorder.) I think my cat vanishing and not being able to speak with my friends and family by phone was the final straw. We as humans are not designed to take onboard physiological acts of abuse over long periods of time, but at the peak of the stalking it was day and night. Even dabbling with my Alexa and other apps at the hotel. It was a 24/7 system of brutal torture, where I lacked sleep whilst trying to run a business and renovate a family home. I even found a tracker on my car.
Of June 2021 on Father’s Day my dad died in my arms. I never really mourned. I got on with work and opened my hotel during August of the same year. I ran it single handily with help from my housekeeper who came over a couple of times a week. I did have a friend to lean on and speak with in our own way. It was a very spiritual thing and personal. I have since learned my Instagram accounts have also been invaded. And when I had counseling earlier this year, I wondered if the stalker was to seek help and show the same transparency, what the diagnosis would reveal? To openly admit to paying people to terrorize a woman who is trying to do best she can for those she loves, to include her pets.
In life we can send out the right messages to those who have good intentions with us, to include friends and loved ones on and offline. Family, neighbours and strangers. But the same messages can so easily be misconstrued by those who wish us harm. And it is has been indescribably frustrating over the years, that whenever I put anything online the man will believe it’s all about him. This is the risky piece in the bigger picture, as when we become fearful to have an online presence, we can become overly insular and retreat into ourselves, which in turn makes us more accessible to stalking. All this spiraled out of control when he found my personal address online, realizing I was living and working alone. Therefore, the online goading became a reality, where he took it to the next level of intimidation. And apparently, he is now online paying to circulate posters of himself as an advocate for women. But this is the typical criminal mind in conjunction with physiological traits. To arm oneself with a fake identity. Plus, my book I began writing last year, for which should be completely dusted by now, was put on hold, as not only did it get hacked by the same set of circumstances, but it was also a story about my journey which became a fearful portrayal of being stalked, almost to death. So, I held back as to retain my own focus and insight. These last months have taken a lot of my time and almost all my savings. So whatever revenge they had in mind and for whatever reason, I believe they’ve reached their goal. Though much of the trail has been reported to various authorities by third parties. And I am grateful. Thanks. It’s clear to many what is happening to me. So that’s it about being terrorized. I do not want to write about all this, as it feeds the problem.
Anyway, moving away from all that negative stuff. Having friends we want in our lives, is about finding where they fit in. And friendship (stating the obvious here) is a mutual agreement, unlike stalking which is an unwanted endeavour. In life we meet opposites or people we just click or become fascinated by. We can fall madly in love and want that feeling to last forever. We can have such a love for a friend, previous partner or new love interest, where we never want to hurt or break the silken thread. But it’s how people collate to the love feeling that determines its destiny. To step back and show respect, to listen and to find our own reasons for how so often, being in love can make us feel vulnerable.
Love is a fresh and vitalizing adrenaline rush of happy vibes. One of which we want to last forever and as time transpires, that feeling matures and develops. Often where one of the two people may realize it’s not right. The balance has changed to a state of dormancy. So, you either work through it, take a step back for a while, or have the dignity let it all go and move on with honour. This does not mean you cannot stay friends; it is just the mechanics have changed and maybe you just need time to readjust from intimacy to sharing. And I think where children are involved, it either must be a settled relationship, or a very strong friendship with space apart but still together. Relationships are time consuming, hard work and often a distraction. It’s about trust. And there’s nothing more fun that being flirty with somebody who is going to love you no matter what. Where it’s safe to show who we really are in a peaceful zone of maturity.
When I make a friend, I give my time. I value them and to me a friend is somebody I respect and admire. In life if we can put our true friends on one hand, we are blessed. Friends who know you, don’t judge, want the best for you and you can go a month without seeing them without any explanations. Friendship is unconditional so that’s why we should be fussy about who we choose. Too many people in our personal world can become chaos. With hospitality we are surrounded by humans from all walks of life, constantly taking calls, planning each tailor-made requirement. So, when the day is over, we want our own down time and turn to a friend or confidant. And for me the internet was a means to stay connected to the outside world in my own space, before getting up at 7am to start a sometimes 18-hour shift of duty, to include taking care of my animals etc and this went on for five years. But it was the most amazing time of my life. And I shared all of that …
I am a home bird, and whilst I love to wander around the streets taking pictures of the real world, I am fine in my own space. I feel very stunned that due to what has happened to me there is someone close, who remains unspoken, who has been bitterly hurt. And I want to thank you Robert. You have been a good friend to me, and we may have done things the wrong way around, but it was muchly my fault, as I was always so busy and I should have dealt with it all in a different way, but so should you. We got lazy with it, and we built art between us in so many ways. But we both messed up, don’t you know it!
This is the thing with love it moves on, and we grow with new experiences, sadly not organically in our case due to the stalking and protecting your world came first. It is beyond comprehension that with global anonymity someone would dare to jeopardize such a treasured secret. But to never have had the chance to say goodbye to you in person has really left a big hole in my heart. I take full responsibility for any hurt. And I wish you well. Your presence comforted me for many years, albeit distant and always so near. It helped me. It is unfortunate it all got hacked and let’s hope this never happens to anybody else. But you are a hero to humanity in your own special way. The world loves you and I understood you. I worked hard to get past my anger toward you, as I wanted you to come and get me and the pets to some kind of safety at the peak of the stalking. I was not living on the edge; I was living on my adrenaline, and I faced it. But really, I just wanted to talk with you and cry about it all. I have been utterly traumatized, but I have fought, and I have told the right people. You basically, let me go and I didn’t try to keep you. The cryptic fan page just pickled my brain. I needed you not that. But there will never be any hard feeling. Only joy and respect and to wish goodness for your dreams. I will always love you Robert. We both went through it, me so more. But you did great things in Ukraine which makes you a bigger man.
I know this sounds very sporadic but actually, it has been Elon Musk who has pathed a way for my recovery into some kind of normality. An online recovery inspiring a sensory garden, where his social presence has made me laugh so much. Elon Musk is not afraid to venture into any new territory of business or topic. I love that he has a go under the watchful eye of the world and finds a healthy conclusion to moving forward. We don’t have to agree with everyone or everything in this old world of ours. But I do find him so very invigorating. I love his outlook towards life. And I am not asking for any person to form an opinion, because without reading up with Twitter and feeling as though I have some kind of role model who understands the complexities of life with rationality. A huge amount of quirkiness, together with responsibility of family and providing employment and innovation. I could have mentally fallen apart. Possibly he saved my life without realizing it. I only have 70 followers, haven’t really engaged just been present and it’s helped.
But doesn’t this show we have two pathways in life, to become consumed with revenge. Thrill seeking by watching the fall of a good woman who simply wanted to build a garden of hope, with no bad intention. Or to aspire to launch rockets and bring people together. Okay we all make mistakes, but I think whatever Elon Musk does in life, I will have such an enormous amount of absolute respect for him. We all need to aspire to positivity throughout our lives. We cannot simply rely on being respected for what we are not. Being cruel to others should not be a diversion as to avoid addressing our own issues. And instead of becoming embroiled about how to hate on people, we should first improve on our personal issues. The world’s already a cruel place as it is, why will to add to that sort of energy.
We don’t need wars and torture. We don’t need abuse and mental hardship, because our lives are not long anyway. So, one day we will all suffer. It’s going to happen! Why bother trying to speed up that process. I would suggest any person who struggles with social media for the above reasons or any matter of a sense of despair. Join Twitter and don’t think about followers, seek out what interests you and read up with many community projects etc. But spend your time wisely as the real world has a maze of potential. You can sit and have a coffee and find new friends with amazing stories. You get up, walk away and reflect on the information. Getting that happy balance is all good and never focus on the negative. It will drag you down. Be transparent but discrete with your feelings. Don’t mislead people. Your crafts are your weapons as opposed to a fake reality of misrepresentation. There’s no pecking order. We can all achieve inner creativeness with a bit of support.
I am fostering a cat named Sally (named by my friend Tracy, who also named Billy) where I adopted Billy and nursed him back from death. Billy vanished on Sunday 5th March, exactly six years since my dog died at the age of 21. Coincidental timing. It has been suggested a cat whistle was used to get him outside, as Billy was too afraid to leave the house. I was having a nap, woke up, he had gone. It killed me. Sally looks and behaves exactly like Billy. I need a cat in my life, it makes me a better woman. To be honest just one cat as a pet would be enough, but my dogs found me through their own little stories. The Sally story is one of absolute magic that does involve Artificial Intelligence. I love intimacy and I am trusting of what I share by our mutual consent. That’s a beautiful thing. To know someone wants you to be safe and loves you. And no matter what decisions they make going forward in their own world, you want what is best for them and their family too. It’s a real friendship for which I trust and cherish. Good Luck all of you!
To my loved ones please feel free to write to me. All contact is confidential, and letters are gold dust. Sadly, for me now, reliant upon alternative means to lead a normal life, since I never realized how one day, we can have our commitments to get on with and the next fall prey to a motiveless hate attack with no end in sight. And since it has gone on for so many years, I hope they can break their habit and realize it’s not going to accomplish anything in terms of goodness. I hope they enjoy their continued wealth and success and leave me to make a full recovery. Most bullying is a temporary thing, sadly this has taken a chunk of my life that I can never have back. I must add here these two people are in their sixties and not kids! We must all learn from it. Targeted abuse is a potential killer at any age, amidst any circumstances.
So, to coin my message in this blog. Work with the people that want to work with you in a harmonious balance of compromise and respect. Leave people alone who do not want you on their journey. Make the most of each day and stay in a positive mindset. Spend time with nature, take time to listen and accept defeat with grace. Deal with jealousy both internally and externally. Tell your loved ones you care (now and again) although too often can become a fake obligation. Empaths don’t need to fix anyone. More so they should go easy on themselves.
And for any person struggling with social media, it is not about popularity but more fitting in somewhere. People who are different to the ‘mainstream affect’ are not sick, they are not to be excluded. Every person has their crafts and interests and there are many ways to grow and learn. Even to be a bystander to the topics and just read up. It is all about balance between such and the real world. All of life is teaching us, even in our sleep. We are never alone and should not be afraid. There is always help out there. Even speaking to your GP will lead to self-improvement if you feel your safety or well being is compromised. In my case, I made new friends who I hope will stay in touch about the many ways nature can help us heal.
Look for new doors, don’t be afraid to let go of the past. And work together. Good Luck. There’s hope everywhere!
With Love. X
Dealing with pain and embracing new courage
A bit late to post this, I promised each Monday but since routine can be out of sync there’s not always enough to say from our creative mind or we just aren’t in the mood. I must try to keep on target.
Still not recovered from Billy the little rescued street cat vanishing. I have thought a lot about it. He literally did just vanish and what killed me most was the endless days and nights we both connected fighting for each breath he took. He was so very wild and sick but also happy to have found a forever home and a family. I won his trust and vice versa. He never wanted to go outside or even leave my bedroom. And when he made his best recovery, he lived in the drawer beneath my bed with his own blankets and toys and when I went to bed he would sleep above my head. Often, he would smile or even have a little tear of joy. I adored Billy. And it would not be wrong to suggest if victim to a hate attack, he was arranged to be stolen. The saddest thing is my dogs are traumatized, when I go out they worry and Angel isn’t eating and Buddy won’t let me out his sight. We all loved Billy. He was one of the tribe. If there was bad intention, you must feel so special to know you are an animal abuser. And it is fact abusers go on to harm people. Such types are the scum of humanity.
As children, most of us iron ourselves out in preparation for adult life. And last week I visited a hostel where I spoke with younger people who are victims to bullying, both on and offline. How it affects their families, work, home and mindset. I think nowadays we are as a nation more empathetic towards bullying than when I grew up (many years ago …) Where we were taught to just get on with it. And many issues left unaddressed that can go on to scar us in later years.
But it is rare in today’s society for an adult to be the playground bully. Often bullies have their own issues and rather than seek help, transfer all of that onto somebody else who is different or seemingly vulnerable.
With Billy, it was losing his trust. I believed I would always keep him safe. And if he has died it would have been alone and suffering and possibly to the former state he was in when I rescued him. It is unbearable to think any person out there wished him to suffer. Beyond all comprehension.
I don’t have enemies; I have always got along with everybody. That is apart from a couple of neighbours, but then that is due to a resentment of change and progress. I never took it personally. I expected no less. I see the good things around me.
I volunteered to have counseling. And they were lovely. The person I spoke with said, ‘you are not here because we do not believe you are being stalked. You are here so we can help you through it.’ And those words made me feel so very complete in my well being. Also returning to Twitter has helped since that is where it all began over ten years ago. I came along way since then. Getting my own house, moving to Blackpool. Being a voice for the community. Not so much on St Chad’s. But out there within the suburbs. And I set up an Instagram page named Blackpool Cat that quietly shared the real Blackpool. Such a soulful place and full of acceptance and diversity. The best community there is so far. I will always love Blackpool.
I have learned so much on Twitter about AI, politics, technology and unacceptable behaviour from keyboard warriors who are very rude to others to the point of sending sheer abuse. But that’s a reflection of the human race. I suppose it keeps the streets safe if they can pent it out online. Then there are others who portray themselves as super beings, but really, they don’t come from a happy place. I myself have given my opinion freely on matters, but then I do the same in the real world. I would never hide behind the internet. I love a good debate.
I sent my letter to somebody very extraordinary who has helped me in ways I cannot even begin to tell you that are from my heart. I wrote loads of notes, they were wrong, then it all just came out organically in one swoop. I didn’t read it back. Just posted it. It’s made me feel good to do so. We all should write more. The written word gives us more privacy. Though rather stupidly put a number on it not realizing it was a bar code. I will get there. When I love I do so fiercely and when I am hurt I walk away. Our hearts are evolving organs of hope and new beginnings. But we must also know love is progressive and circumstances change. That’s why it is so important to identify it is fine to move on to new opportunities when we get that special moment.
The past is done and gone. To hold on to the past is to remain locked in a system that cannot serve any purpose. Learn from it and grow towards the future. The best relationships I know are when two people hold hands and work through the thorns and weeds together, knowing there will always be flowers and real love can combat anything. You get out what you put in. It takes two and a lot of hard work. To not drag third parties into the equation. To talk and be honest with one another. We should never have to change for love, because most of all, love is about acceptance and trust. And opposites do attract. Because if you both have different topics to bring to the table, you will never be bored. And I also believe for those in relationships, don’t play away from home, sort it out or let it go. Nobody else needs or wants your aggravations.
Anything can be taken from the land of tech. And only one is six women report stalking for fear of being ridiculed. But murders are often carried out by what set out as stalking traits. They don’t know when to stop in belief they have a connection that is never going to be there. I really do send sympathy to any person, male or female who has lost their freedom because of it. But I can tell you, never be silenced because there are always people out there who will help. Name and shame and don’t suffer in silence. Look for the good things and keep moving.
Spent a few days taking all my pictures off my phone. Nature, the streets, memories in general and even losing my dad and the garden. When I rescued Billy, the pets, etc. I will suggest you all think about doing the same, as if your phone gets hacked you could lose your memories at the click of their finger. Got mine all buried away on a USB now. Isn’t it crazy how one week your life is what you made it yourself and the next you are the subject of bad intention and obsession? That said, evil has no destination. Love always finds a way. Self-love is the beginning. To enjoy your own space and time and the rest follows. People who do not know how to deal with their own shortfalls may put that baggage our way but it doesn’t make things right.
We all get to the same place in the end. And that’s when justice starts and despair ends. Be well everybody and take responsibility for yourselves. None of us are ever going to be perfect here but we can at least try to be kind. Not to pretend or to take it but to mean it. And I have my faults but I do good stuff and send no harm. Am proud of that.
With Love. X
~Collective-CoastX
This is my very first AI generated piece of artwork. I do not know how it came to this as it was originally an image of The Fylde Coast. I was working with Tarot and Heart Chakra and I believe it’s pretty amazing! Download it and have it as a desk top background if you want, because it’s full of pure love! The big thing like a pole is a flare, a Beacon of Hope. And I think the other little things are rockets. But I like them.
Further ones will be for sale and water marked. And probably not available online. Not sure at this stage, as want to see how they come out in print and framed first. This is better than writing. I can show it with art and love magic.
With Love. X
The Little Things.Trust, Fighting back and True Love Empaths
It’s good to stay active one way or another using the internet. All too often we can fall to silence in favour of privacy. Which is imperative to maintain our own blueprints. To have our own time with nature, animals, family and most of all ‘self.’ I guess it is about balance.
Recent months have changed the way I look at life and also my mindset. The way a bad spell of purpose can throw us off our intended paths. The attention of unwanted people on and off line, who seek to send harm and bad outcomes. I suppose it happens to all of us at some time in our lives. And through these experiences I have learned much of those who have some kind of resentment toward another, may do so because they are unable to address their own weaknesses within their often-fake outward perspective. But it is not our job to fix people. Instead we must remain away from their energy.
An empath will seek the balance in situations but equally may take on too much. When really, less is more in terms of responsibility … our personal world and space often becoming overlooked. It may seem that an empath is an easy target because they are not afraid to show their feelings and emotions. But this is a strength. To be original and our own unique self without any need to mislead others. There are chiefs and Indians, society needs both. Every great pioneer needs their muse.
I have tried to continue with my book but unfortunately there was evidence a third party had managed to logon to my personal word docs. It is clearly obvious who it is. And what a shame there seems a constant ongoing need to invade my data. But this is life. I think if someone gave me a magic wand and said I was able to read into the phone or laptop of another, I would hand it back. Because I am an activist in that I believe each of us has a right to be protected by the laws of Data Privacy Protection. And that protection is also available by our chosen loved one to over see the potential of harm and threats on our behalf. As good as the web is for delegation and information, the internet is a festering space for cowards to make others feel isolated, alone and often in despair. The run-aways of society who often use a falsely portrayed hierarchy to inflict misery toward vulnerability. Yet an empath does not seek approval such like those driven by ego. It takes courage to be genuinely kind in this dimension.
I applaud Elon Musk for what he has pioneered with his now Twitter platform. A new territory for him, amongst other topics. And I know a lot have resented Elon for his wealth. But I don’t believe his initial agenda was to become rich beyond words. He followed an insight to work with physics, tech and engineering aspects, pushing beyond his ability, thus delivering great sustainable and progressive change to the world of industry and innovation. And somebody has to do it. We can all use our gifts how we wish to do so. I think with Twitter it will take tweaks and trials to create a more ideal platform to its former self. And to encourage people to create and write more. Posting quick reactions/statements less, may hopefully entice humans to consider their passions more deeply, with less about hashtags and emojis and worshiping those who seek applause for doing very little. A system partially made up of lazy and inaccurate thinking with little stability in the real world.
It will also aid those who may lack confidence and expression to become more confident. Particularly humans who have in the past felt excluded. I like the idea of setting up small groups with mentors. As opposed to the less worthy ‘high profiles’ and ‘fans.’ That said there are good role models out there who have public presence. But we have to be careful of bias with agenda behind it. And that applies to politics. A very corrupt industry right across the world. And indeed, a great deal of abuse and bullying lies within such corridors. It is not a job I could ever participate with. There are so many haters out there. And I often wonder why, if they have such a strong opinion, do they not undertake such a career in order to be heard with some kind of dignity. And with protestors, if a group of people feel so strongly to be heard, there really needs to be a common ground, because passion for change is not a crime when there is debate. To arrest in particular younger people and lock them away for wanting to help the planet will only create an ongoing hostility for their ambition. That said, public safety is important, to include privacy.
I have messed up myself on social media where I have had a glass of wine, said what I really think, then wake up to quickly delete my rage. As to be honest my real life is very peaceful, and I don’t want to portray myself as a problem maker. Although I do have strong opinions about many subjects. It is better to write an essay than post a sporadic tweet.
It’s about putting the trust back to people who deserve a voice and giving them the tools how to do this. I also think there’s a lot of brave people using the platform who are getting a huge amount of hate speech by response. I wonder whether some of these haters would speak the same odium they type within a face to face situation. That said, and even worse are those who pay others to take a person’s privacy just to fill their own head with the private life of another. It’s a Pandora’s Box of uncontrolled emotion with no justification combined with too much time and money. We are surrounded by cowards. Hacking, stalking and intimidation must stop and soon. It is the greatest loop hole within the criminal system so far.
As tech evolves and AI (artificial intelligence) those who are not of stable minds will be given the tools to destroy others behind a keyboard, a lens or Smart Phone. And that worries me. I don’t want to spend my life changing passwords, having to restore factory settings to devices and be conscious of invasion when trying to speak to loved ones or work from home. But that’s the way this world is going unless you are privileged enough to bypass the basic methods for which most of us are limited to.
I wrote a short but sweet love letter this week. To the man I love, and it felt so good. We should never forget how special romance can be when we make small efforts. How it can improve a day, to show someone special how much we care. Especially when we cannot see them each morning. I love what has happened in the little garden outside. I just got to assume that my life would or could not ever improve, as when the wrong person becomes obsessed, believing they have some kind of connection, even when you block them and make clear they should stop.
It is about getting the right help with trained professionals, dealing with feelings that should never be directed at another. And leaving it alone. I never thought these last months could be so tough, but good did come. And it’s true the best things arrive through our darkest hours. I am sorry since some of what I have put above is repetitive. Yet I guess with over ten years of continuous abuse it all had to explode somewhere. I had assumed it would be going on for the rest of my life. But not the case. I stood in my power, shouted about it and did not give up fighting for my life. And I tell you why, I do have a spiritual faith and I am never alone.
It is a pity we cannot all take time to tap into the higher good because it is the most grounding and self-fulfilling form of healing there is and such consciousness will help us find new myriads and pathways to the people who want to give us hope and support. More so true love where both parties give mutually. I was living from one day to the next in fear. I really believed nobody would come to help. That bystanders would pretend it was not happening to me. But then how could any of us stop the unthinkable when it is all done by means of financed force.
And people who are in denial of such hateful acts of social power will never be content. Worst than evil is to allow it. Regardless of how many prizes they win, money they stack in the banks, or seemingly perfect lives they lead. You have to first suffer to realise there is always a shining star. The Yin and Yang. To feel despair and hardship, making a better future with clarity and light. But to also know that each and every one of us is deserving of a good and abundant life. To accept help, to surrender to love and to work with the love, because there are always new doors that are better together infinitively. And I so want more than anything to do as best as I can to not only work with my heart but to support my life purpose and good things.
I am better with my heart open than closed, fearful and afraid. Life is too short. But I want my privacy. Every person who wishes to thrive publicly needs his counterpart. It’s the perfect conjunction. I have never enjoyed the limelight alone, but I do applaud the constructiveness of others with great qualities on that platform of hope. We as a race are better together.
A woman who seems alone will eventually be targeted and often by those who claim to fight her corner. Be aware and tread with caution. There’s some real evil out there waiting for a gap to spread his own diseased mind to her peace and space. Women need help and women are the Lotus Flower of hope and love.
Tiffy Belle
This is all waffle. Not premeditated (as you can probably tell) since I am not so keen on sharing these days, as I am so very transitional. I have other stuff on my mind. But I feel brave. Just because you want to be quiet does not make any person a victim to the emotional shit from others who do not deal with their own baggage responsibly.
I don’t wish anyone harm. But I do know karma does work itself out in the end. And although the good seemingly suffer more on Earth. It won’t always be like that. We all get our awards universally. Time is truly boundless and faith tests us. If a flower is in the right soil and light it will be perfect during its life. If it cannot grow we change it’s position for next time. Nature gives us the right tools and it is down to society use to use them with love.
Thank you beautiful people and play Jazz because there’s so many styles of it, you will find the one right for you. Jazz does not want to harm anyone or tell you how to think. It’s love music. I have also been making my own tea and have a compost bin. Although it’s gonna take time to fill. So far there’s two banana skins, eight tea bags, a dead bunch of flowers and a bit of grass in it. But who cares, we are trying our bit here!
Be kind folks and if you don’t like a person, fine leave them alone. They’re probably not too keen on you either. It’s all about being kind in this old world as there’s enough crap out there as it is. Hope everyone has a good week. There is more good in the world than bad. To see the positive. Love wins and love is kindness.
With Love. X
p.s. have been visiting some stunning little independent venues full of design and ambience and taking pics for my mood boards. And I will edit this blog later as it is typed badly but am done with the web for today. Time to poach the perfect free range eggs!
The Love Nest Project and Space
During time with Dad we would sit in his summerhouse and have our best chats about life. It was situated by the edge of his pond, overlooking the garden. And when he died, I missed those moments and wished I had made time for more. Realising time is precious but then learning by my regrets.
When I moved home, I decided to create a garden and enjoy my own elements of nature as I was feeling pretty miserable with life in general. All due to such awful happenings beyond my control, from a vile and dreadful man who tried to destroy everything around me. Subsequently, I invested in a small summerhouse. It’s been the best personal design project so far. And it is a space I am in love with so much. I treasure it. Everything about the design is a new love story. It is such a personal task and represents so much more, it would be impossible to explain, and it is still progressive as summer is yet to come. This ongoing journey helps me over come so many obstacles and is very beautiful. More than words could ever say. It means the world to me. So let’s carry on. This world is in such a mess, having something so simple is so good for love. It is healing with a freshness from the heart. During hardship comes new doors alongside our worst challenges.
And when we feel passionate about something, it is amazing where in the universe sentiment comes from. Some of the bits here I have found on the street or in charity shops. Junk lying around the house. The sofa becomes a bed, so next I am going to cover it in more cushions and a big soft throw. It’s a real love project, inspired by space and time travel to be honest.
New beginnings. Infinity. And the kitty is a memorial for Billy because I never got to say goodbye. I believe he was taken. It killed me, my heart broke open, as I nurtured him back to health. But during all that hate and heartache, new things rescued me. I had almost lost hope, but never my faith. So very beautiful … truly.
Intelligent, compassionate, funny, handsome. Cute! I am totally spellbound and the summerhouse is how I share my feelings. And there’s so much more. It’s ours.
Misunderstandings are all to easy with chaos amidst words and spontaneity, but with a physical imprint, there comes trust and persistence. Because we get out what we put in. I am sure you will agree. Because I said so!
Thank You for Finding Me …
With Love. X
Tiff Harper 
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