Month: December 2015

Girl Power – Greedy People – Jesus by Tiffany Belle Harper

Christmas baffles me ‘mostly.’

Black Friday where people stamp over one another.

Expensive cakes that we could make ourselves.

Greedy families who spend forthcoming months paying off debt for surplus packaging.

Not enough doing crucial work in their communities with causes and smaller charity and of course the homeless. (Which is what I do each year for a couple of days. Not long enough I know – but it helps.)

Obesity peaks for the privileged.

Kids and pets choking on bits out of crackers.

Yet it is beautiful for the children who realise it’s all about family, goodwill and a humble spirit – lessons taught to us by Jesus through the holy spirit – the divine.  A shaman of peace and love who celebrated life on a day to day basis. No desire for material wealth or egotistical recognition. A healer with little popularity til after his death. A death caused by greed and ego. A cyclical trait that comes back to haunt us intermittently.

(Extract from book I hope to finish one day.)

Hello Abi and Gracie – my princesses, a bit naughty today, good work you little darlings.

Happy Solstice.

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I love you – Aunty Tiffy x

ps I told Mummy it was me who broke the bunk beds …  Be good for Santa !!!

Tiffany Belle Harper.

by Tiffany Belle Harper

Few Days for my Heart by Tiffany Belle Harper

Want to spend a few days with my sons. They’ve held me up on so many occasions these last few years. Times beyond our control have not been easy for any of us. Yet being a single mum is cool. I get all the good times and the memories. The treasures – The keepsakes. I would not change a thing for the world. I love, love, love my boys unconditionally.

It is so unfortunate how poverty can tear families apart, yet it can also bring us so much closer. My mum didn’t speak with me for 10 years. All it did was divide us up at special times like xmas. So this year I want to have the fairytale.

That being the people I love most to be happy, totally blissful.

Family is everything and my heart is devoted to that love. It’s not how much time we make – it’s the quality. I really have not made enough room for the people in ‘my’ life that matter most due to my inability to focus. I have A.D.D. Attention defecit disorder.

I actually love it as I’m hugely spiritual. I get to daydream and do all types of creative things. There are others like me, just as magical. We are wacky, eccentric, quiet then loud but deeply sensitive. Misjudged. Often blamed for being frankly protective of what matters most … (wouldn’t have it any other way.)

We must never forget when our children are young that all that love given so unconditionally, comes back tenfold. My darling boys. My flame too, us. Oh to run away with you baby … x

Anyway … I helped out with a few tweets at Wetnose Animal Aid over the weekend, but you won’t find me there for the foreseeable future, due to my own goals and commitments that will need my full attention.

There’s new things on the horizon. I just know that great change is ahead. Variety is the spice of life.

Plus for 2016, I will be seeking a couple of new causes to get behind that as yet, have no voice or recognition. I tend to sneak in, help then scuttle off. I like it that way. The intimacy of charity is the only way to be real. To come from a place of love and give time with sincerity.

Our communities are little boxes full of treasure.

Wherever I am in life my loyalty will be with those who need help most with the people I love most to support me, as I them. And they know who they are. So there’s my boys and Mr Beautiful who I am so very proud of. For being patient, for trusting me as I him. For loving me so much. I feel it every day sweetheart. Mainstream media destroys all that could shine, promoting that which already does – in the most vulgar way. But we will change this. We will change this with love.

We should never stop our laughter – it’s what we’re best at – combined with love – we are one (little tear for you … )

And then some sweet-peas in a jar without its lid for my (sometimes v naughty) Angel  – you rock my world.

I think we’ve ‘always’ been best friends and anything else is the bonus. Small steps are infinite Mr Beautiful … x

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To be continued …

Tiffany Belle Harper. x

by Tiffany Belle Harper

Wrong Tickets – Ruined A Gift (daydreaming) by Tiffany Belle Harper.

Feeling pretty rough, drove to Yorkshire to take sons to see Alt J at The Arena for xmas. Long jaunt. Arrived at house – eldest son in tow. He’s a very sensitive soul. I sleep on the floor in my lounge as my dogs are not allowed upstairs, due to selling the house and having new carpet, I decided that I should keep the rest of the rooms in a virgin like state. (I am too ‘prolifically’ in the zone. A state of celibacy … consciousness.)

My dog Foley is 20 years young on the 29th December. He spends most time sleeping and the steep stairs often catch his legs. So as he has spent his life taking care of me, to sleep downstairs is no sacrifice. We’re near the front door when he needs the loo.

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Please note I do have a rather posh memory foam mattress and a high tog luxury duvet … My days of destitution are behind me. I shall never stop appreciating even the smaller things in life. A vintage tea-spoon, natural shampoo, sell by dates.

My sons are like chalk and cheese. It can be like a juggling act when we are together.

So sleeping in the attic was not good for my eldest. It’s cold up there in the roof. With the wind the outside flap to the fan bangs sporadically throughout the night. He didn’t sleep well. This resulted in him being a little moody as he does like his comforts.

We turn up at the concert to find I brought tickets for the London Ballet for which I take my mum later in the month. The correct ones being by my bed in Warwick. I ruined the night! Box office notifying me there’s no way to get replacements from Axa. Hey ho … ggrrrrr.

All of the commotion and clear disappointment from my sons. We decided to stay home with a take-away where I caught up with online friends and my boys, sharing snippets of YouTube through my Panasonic TV – Bose banging base. A whirlwind of catching up … ha-ha.

I love my private FB page that I chat with friends and enjoy my site here. Yet Twitter is so stagnant. I like to wind things up. The majority of people seem so behind on that platform? Perhaps, like me and so many others, they’re sick of the main stream mundane shit on it? About time … yawn. I do intend on setting up a media site specifically for ‘off the wall’ quotes and alternative tunes. But I won’t be in a hurry as I’ve targets already.

I actually feel a little better today. Still not 100% but one day at a time. Woo Hoo! I’ve some snagging to do at my house before returning to Warwick. Polyfilla and smear stick at the ready. Lost the right word for it .. That flat spatula type thing.

Love, family is everything and where we’d all like to save the world. The epicentre of well-being is ‘indeed’ at home. Wherever that may be. Recent weeks have taught me that nothing matters more than our initial sanctuary. Get the balance of ‘the comfort origin’ right and the rest follows – with a strength to continue.

Self Love – Love Nest – Better Times …

Still on track – goals in place … small steps.

Thanks to friends for well wishes. It really has helped. We all get our off spells. I realise now that showing our weak points is a quality not weakness. We should all feel able to admit to our imperfect states with absolute confidence.

It unites to reveal we’re simply ‘nomads’ on this wonderful journey through our galactic individualistic crusade with a never ending time and travel agenda – the infinite is our task master.

Hope to return to Warwick in couple of days to continue ‘our’ plans for 2016. Already got so many ideas. It’s a magnificent bubbling pot. Be warned, not going to worry too much about being grown up. But we’ll  be in a no barred state of approach … I think ‘you’ll’ understand …

Now it’s time for breakfast. It will be one slice of beans on toast (granary bread.) A cup of posh coffee. Slightly more indulgent than normal but I am taking care of myself. I’ll be up my ladder within the hour. I assure you, my next home I will not be alone. I am done with setting me unrealistic goals. It’s better as two. I yearn to splash paint – laugh at trailed DIY imperfection. Oh dear … what a year. I’ve a flat to sort out next … step this way.

Been looking in to container conversions. It’s such a broad subject I don’t want to give too much away here without a full account of my vision.

Finally some absolutely awesome tunes out there. Here’s Feder. Also look out for MNEK. Big, I hope for 2016. New, fresh … Love Adele’s new CD ’25’ but very similar to ’21.’ Shame. She’s made a mint! I do wish music were judged purely on merit. So much talent out there.

And an older one I found, like this too. Nu.

 

Love Tiffany Belle Harper. X

by Tiffany Belle Harper

Death Hurts to be Reborn for the Spring by Tiffany Belle Harper

A quick blog … I’ve a long drive today. Not been too vocal here or social web.

I’ve not been well. It’s cyclical. Each year I get the same ailments. I’ve been more sensible this time and liaised with my GP. She is also a client of mine, having reiki and massage with me on a monthly basis. I want to be well as I’ve so much to do for 2016. I’ve made personal pledges and goals.

Spiritual people have a hard time in mainstream. Once we step away from the comfort of the like-minded we are open to negativity, doubt, rivalry,malice and all of the weaker aspects of mankind inflicted upon our burden to heal.

The awake are brave to venture from their comfort zones. Yet like the Buddhist pilgrims, we have news to share. Like the prophets of time we have to face the rabble in its worst form. The awake are a mixture of messengers and shamans. It is not circumstantial to know what part we play. For ego with title is irrelevant. We are one …

I’ve had just about every test going. My beautiful white blood cells are working over time for me. The good news is that everything within me is healthy apart from a virus that shows in my tests, the medical people are unable to pinpoint. I don’t eat red meat yet I have a high count of iron. My GP said that my blood is rich in battle.  I believe I have a sadness in me that is a result of my own sensitivity. I have a rare deficit that my body will not beat after almost 5 weeks of trying, I am drained. I return in two weeks for another blood test to see if I am able to fight this with my own bodies mechanism. I do not have blood cancer nor HIV and my liver and heart are healthy and running to perfection. So my white blood cells are high which means they are trying to fix me.

I am in  so much pain …  feel I am being attacked on a deep spiritual level.  As though victim to a voodoo cloud of hate towards me … But that it is meant to be. Only I understand this so I shall not try to explain. It’s my fight – it’s about energy, rising to a higher level. For some it’s easier than this.

I have the love of my family that embodies me, deeply. My flame, my sons.

To the love of my life … We are more than social platforms for we are invisible there – as determined by the divine. To do greater things in flesh. Hold me tight…

 

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For the critics who assume that holistic therapists and spiritual teachers do not get ill, we do actually tend to suffer more because we are sensitive to the angst in the world.

Those who say to mystics, ‘so why don’t you win the lottery if the answers are within?’ I reply, ‘because love does not require wealth of that kind.’

Sadly those that doubt us most, do nothing more than thrive on material gain …

The dark months have never been good for me. I spend a lot of time in the North of England and it is said that the closer we are to The North, the less daylight  – the more we are prone to this type of thing. Maybe I am suffering an abnormal bout of the winter blues. So of recent weeks I remain in the South or Middle of the UK.

I feel such physical pain right now but I am positive and I am confident that I will soon be strong. Strong enough to do the work I am assigned with my other.

No man is an island. I have spent the last few months in virtual incubation to relinquish the system generated by main stream ego, deceit and agony agitated by sheep like behavior of many who constantly seek someone to blame for the mess this gorgeous planet is feeling. Mother nature is slowly dying but she can be reborn if we continue to spread the abundance of humanity in ever way possible. I have worked tightly with the energy of love – my other. Taking the burden for us both.

We must not forget to laugh, to find fun in the mundane and have fun. Fun is the biggest healer. To find pleasure in all that is quirky, twisted and energetic. To leave ego and narcissistic patterns behind – seeing the loveliness where we are able. Being spontaneous and open to our fellow creatives …

I am under going a metamorphism, a humongous shedding of what is behind. I am embracing all that I can manifest for a bright new year. I want to be well.

Sorry if this all sounds deep and rather miserable. But I did not want any of you to think I’d gone away or forgotten you. That will ‘never’ happen.

I’ve been writing little love poems too, making good use of my time in remission, so I shall put some on here over the coming days. Plus I hope to update my music on YouTube. So many enjoyed sharing the eclectic mix of tunes. I miss that so much. I love it when I am sent videos and music to enjoy and share. More so sourcing and exploring my own taste. I believe music and/or sport are so much better to unite us than religion, although I try to collate this way too with Belleva. A site dedicated to bring  you all closer, regardless of origin, belief or journey.

I am loved, you are loved. We are one. We are everything that can heal.

There’s so much we have planned for you. It will be fun .. sit tight. You’re in for the ride of your life …

~Namaste~

Tiffany Belle Harper.

To Be Continued ….

 

by Tiffany Belle Harper