Blackpool Boutique Hotel Assignment.
I wonder, what is the f*king point of useless kettle evolvement when you’re in a hotel with one of these robotic tanglements?
Please! I just want a coffee not a rubic cube version of how to make hot water.
And don’t assume if you pull the lever down it works. This is the most rubbish invention ever.
TYVM !!
Friend: Fight your corner
Me: I don’t need to fight anyone
Friend: What they hate most
Me: Such is life
Friend: lol
Whilst I was the victim of bullying on a social platform – as most of my tasks were to help animals suffering the most extreme abuse, I found it very difficult to cope during parts of 2010 to early 2015. The bully was aware of this but showed no mercy. Regardless of my contempt towards those who do such thing to others, I wish no harm to anybody including bullies and abusers. Instead I hope you get better …
A bully is not a happy person. They are often weak people with no inner sense of spiritual balance.
Further down is a link that I would love to share with those needing support with alcohol addiction, in particular for those who show traits of malice to others, such as the man who attacked me using the web together with his girlfriend who fell in and out of it with him. I can only assume their relationship ignites with territorial battles that lay within themselves. My bully had a cycle, it became predictable according to his drinking from home. Although I was the ‘main’ focus of his contempt others who showed a spiritual or religious opinion also took the wrath, using his multi-million Twitter following. What a pity this became his main ‘preoccupation’ when there’s so much loveliness going on in the real world.
I told the bully to please stop – but the torment continued. In fact the more I asked the worse it got. And much of it came through making annoyance with animal causes and charity that was counter productive to smaller rescue.
I had to walk away as I felt animals were dying due to the obsession my bully had towards me. An obsession that followed me to my blogs, YouTube channels and anywhere I tried to keep a link for my friends and family to keep up with me and my busy life. Ironically enough, as my animal welfare input decreased so did his …
There does come a point when we have to put the past behind us and be glad to be alive and stop hiding. I should not feel afraid to share my spirituality, music, words, photography and little videos of what I love to do. It’s my self expression and I am blessed to have the ability to do the things I enjoy and be able to make others happy too.
I hope that some of you may find this useful. The first step to recovery is knowing the only person that can truly help starts with ‘self.’ I wish somebody had of been around to support me during these years. But I became a very private person due to lack of confidence.
It would be fair to say I suffered in silence, behind closed doors. My only life thread/salvation to help animals. It was not about money or self recognition. Yet my bully spent most days trying to intervene between me and my goals. Eventually, he won. My work became interwoven in his projects. My stories, ideas …
It finally hit the wall of no return when he pioneered a lobby to help one rescue in Romania that depleted the others of funds. It has had such a devastating knock on effect for the dogs and volunteers, and I blame myself as he did it to hurt me using his fame and following.
I also ran a pet business using the Twitter platform and closed that down too. Nothing is worse than feeling persecuted in the work place. Especially by two ‘financially’ stable people who have no gain in what they did to me for so long.
However on a positive … I have used these difficult times to rebuild my spiritual bond and commitment to be a good person. It is with the help of my spirituality that I got well. Not to mention the land of blogging. I’ve made some really special friends here too!
However – I do not want to see anyone going through the same. Regardless of who they are or whether I respect them or not. There’s nothing worse than feeling like a piece of shit on the bottom of a boot.
I knew I had to spend less time on social platforms when I began to tug my hair out and make myself sick. I feel sad when I reflect back. I lost my dignity and I should of got out of it sooner. But my love of animals deterred the decision.
My family are my world and my heart is my guide. Without them I would not be here. I realise now that community is the best way to help and find help in return. I can relate to people of all ages who feel the same and suffer in silence. I really do and I am always here for my friends of old, new and for the future.
We cannot blame drink for our actions. We are totally responsible for the hardship we inflict and this is no excuse for being vile to others. Zero sympathy for brute behaviour. A constant stream of jibing and sheer spitefulness between two people that should know better. I can only assume it was/is a severe form of jealousy …
I recall one occasion where I tried to build bridges by including his long term girlfriend in a tweet to help a rescue, she responded by a tweet about Twitter slamming rather than using her integrity to support the animals. Yet the same couple are regarded as heroic task masters in their close knit public grouping.
Another time, when I moved over to Facebook. I am so rubbish at it and thought my chats were private. I tried to organise a birthday get together and it was so poorly done as there was a lot of holistic events going on that same weekend. His girlfriend (a mature woman who should know better) started making remarks on her timeline about a girl who had no friends on her birthday. It really hurt as I had only just started getting out again, after a long battle with past events. The truth of the matter was the same friends I was chatting with had arranged a surprise party for me. But why should I have to justify that on a public platform with what I assumed was a private conversation?
It got to the point I could not use social media to its best advantage on any level. I felt under scrutiny, constantly. It was having a drink in the evening that gave me the nerve to look up friends and get involved.
I could write a long list of all of the horrible things that were done to me both emotionally/personally and through the animal welfare platforms via my bully but I do not want to relive the past. I am in a good place now and my future is with those who love me and want me to be happy as I do them.
I will never be able to ‘fully’ participate in social media as this would all just resume where it left and things would not be any better. He’s still reactionary, and she’s on the tail. Yet it has done me a favour as I am now free. Free from the responsibility, free from the burden of trying to achieve better things without the right support. Furthermore I learned how to set up tweet streams which means I can still support causes.
I am pleased that more and more people are branching out to their own space. Less is more and we should not be reduced to relying upon likes and shares from strangers. We are human beings with massive energy fields that do not require a button to validate how magnificent we are. The beauty of blogging provokes healthy discussion unlike most other platforms.
Blogging is so much better than tweeting, it enables us to express our full self without exception.
If any of you are in a place where I have walked, things do get better. It is all about where we focus our energy. And remember, attention goes where energy flows, so don’t look where you’ll get no gain. It’s detrimental to you, your health and humanity itself.
If you are the victim of bullying, speak to people. You will be surprised how much help is out there. Small steps make the best progress. One day at a time. Although I didn’t, many others noticed what was going on, I did eventually receive support from the most unlikely of places. It’s true, I suppose, the truth wins.
My workshops are great ways to hold your hands and tell you, you are not alone. Don’t suffer in silence. I don’t want anyone to feel the way I did and I would die fighting for you.
I want to spend more time sharing links to help groups and encouraging people to set up more in the community for those that are suffering in silence. I’ve my own business now, a cafe – it’s not online, there’s no need. I’ve built my own reputation in the community. I’ve a new life and enough money to live without fear of destitution. (I’m surrounded by love, to include my pets …) Yet although we move forward, forgive … we should never forget – for bullies are here to teach us how to grow from their poor attitude. I sleep well. I’d rather be the target than hold the gun.
I’ve lost two people I love this year, due to bullying. Both shot in the face. The severest, most cowardly act. Yet, I know … they rest in peace. The hardest things to forgive, help us find clarity, peace, faith. This is why it’s so important to get the right help if we feel under threat. Yet sometimes such hatred can take us unaware.
I myself nearly lost my life to an attacker at the end of 2009. It was my sons that suffered most. They grew up very quickly having to take care of me. I’m sorry …
Please if any of this hits a nerve take a look > Link > Sunday Club show it to your bully if he/she/they are fired up on booze when they try to hurt you. Don’t be afraid to speak out. Write a blog like this one. Express your inner passion. You are loved. We all are.
Finally, if you know or connect with a volunteer, cause worker, campaigner or activist, their lives aren’t easy. There’s little reward for seeing hardship 24/7. Be good to them, please.
Tiffany Belle Harper.
So don’t tell me they should do yoga and meditate. The last thing on their mind is well-being. They’re just looking for somewhere warm and a place they can call home. Albeit a shed or a tent.
So if you lead a ‘more’ privileged lifestyle, stop and think before you put your big ideas on to those who do not have choice.
So to those for ‘today’ who don’t have what others take for granted. Cherish your dreams, let help find you and may your hearts not harden to this cruel society, where you’ve been shamelessly cast aside by the pompous and arrogant.
Life to me is now so divided I feel dismayed. We have the ‘comfortable’ full of ways they ‘say’ they could change the world. And those with no voice who ‘in too many cases’ suffer through no fault of their own, at the hands of greed, ego and inconsideration. May we never fall so far away from reality that we become a dictionary as opposed to hands that heal.
Yes, the world’s biggest ‘fuck ups’ are based on assumptions. A break down in communication and lack of empathy for the facts. A web of social media debate that may well serve for a common knowledge but does little for a bowl of porridge to the hungry right now. We’ve become a lazy ‘talking’ society. There’s too few healers and rescuers. Too many thrill seekers – yet not enough action. So many ‘talking’ heroes who do fuck all. This abhorable hierarchy of utter rubbish that fills our day with babble without any ‘actual’ solution.
Don’t lose touch with those in need. Consciousness is not yoga and meditation ‘alone.’ It’s love and if we all did a bit more of it, we’d have balance for all, without exception. I’m out there now, helping. Talk is cheap. The world is truly fucked. There’s kids living in sewers in Brazil. Get off your back sides and do something. Discussion is not the ‘only’ solution. Get your hands dirty. Get out in to your communities and help out.
There’s a thin line between letting go of financial burden and destitution. People are ‘dying’ to find work to support their families. Whether we like it, or not, sadly, lack of money kills.
There’s empty fucking fields, most of the UK is green! We have wooden cabins, portable cabins, shipping containers and tents. Yet the red tape means we are unable to erect dwellings for the destitute. What are we going to do about this?
We have stock piles of food going in to landfill for the namesake of certain charities who take but do not deliver.
I’d like to say we could all sit in pretty gardens swaying in the wind as we chant affirmations to our universe, then everything would be ok. But it doesn’t work like that. There’s people committing suicide rather than face life on the streets. It is about self improvement. Yes to meditate, stay well, keep fit, but only when we are able to life with dignity. Being awake, meeting ‘true’ consciousness is to know that we should heal others who cannot hear us. Are we doing that?
Here’s to those who suffer today.’Many’ without iphones, the internet or a drop in centre that isn’t over burdened. They’re invisible.
Tiffany Belle Harper.
There are women who poccess the masculine gene more obviously, this is their entitlement. Other women are forced to wear religious garb. This is not acceptable. However we decide to conduct our ‘self’ in this time should always remain free choice.
Embrace your curves with flowery textiles or wear tomboy denim with pride. But always be true to who you are.
I shall now return to my ironing pile of crumpledness … My priority in life being a tidy, clean home, love and happy pets. Work to me is something that should be enjoyed with the like-minded. It’s all about balance. Not wealth or success but a happy heart and a clean conscience. I’d like to send love to all of the wonderful women in this world today. Quietly, here on my blog. Being heard is not a competition. Less is more.
~Namaste~
Tiffany Belle Harper.
tiffanybelleharper.com 