Fake Intentions, Money and Manipulation in the UK

I suppose my life has always been ‘unusual.’ I would not regard myself a ‘lucky’ person (if luck exists …) And my main descriptive word would be ‘daydreamer.’ When I love I do so fiercely and those people I tell. Because a few kind words can never be too much. I never look for the like minded, I am drawn to the genuine. And I think to have a selection of people to draw inspiration from is imperative. In the real world my way of connecting is to wander about alone and sit quietly, watching, observing, sometimes listening. And then if I do get to chat with folk, I intently churn what they say, their body language. We part ways. I reflect.

Many years ago I would take their numbers, but never call them back. Because life can become too hectic for consistent strings with new connections. I have enough. I am not afraid of loneliness or death but I am afraid of harm coming to me as a result of the obsession or bad intent of another. Who wouldn’t be. A free spirit is a sacred gift and not to be threatened.

I do however, believe we have a handful of people we keep close. It’s a two way connection, where both parties give that permission. Other than that, it can feel intrusive. We should never be forced to pay attention to any person we do not like, or wish to be in the company of. Go away. Leave me alone. Words such as this are clear requests. Our basic human rights. To leave a person alone. For every person to have their freedom from unwanted attention.

Since last November my life has been turned upside down with a combination of fear, disgust and sadness. Emotions I was not prepared for, since already I have had my obstacles. It sort of piled things on harder. The person causing this, waited for an opportunity to see a gap where he could resume what was a horrid few years for me, during a chunk of my time in Leeds.

It was phycological abuse and way back then, I thought ‘my life is over.’ ‘I am never going to get away from this.’ His partner spotted the opportunity to quickly jump on board and still, to this day, I do not understand where it all comes from. He just won’t let go and has pursued my journey and then found the address for which I tried to set up a small health club. I have at times tried to defend myself, but this has made it worse. Any reaction being exactly what they want. I have somehow become a game in their very complexed relationship. One of which I feel as though I am a worm in a jar, with no escape. It’s as though they are trying to crush my spirit.

They are two people who are far removed from who I am. One writes books about revenge and the other focuses on characters who are misfits, drawn to a female role model. From clips scattered around the web, his stories are laced with my original words and her book covers and titles, with aggressive suggestions and themes about my life and business. Neither I have watched or read. So I am no critic. It doesn’t interest me. Yet they relentlessly continue.

It has been the most challenging and draining experience of my life. Though, since it is all presented through a social media platform, I am able to ignore the pestering and wicked situations, where they use targeted formulas to pinpoint specific happenings in my life. You block them. They still find a way. It’s been a witch hunt which would for some people on the receiving end of such hate, be so very overbearing, they could lose the will to live.

I have never wanted to be famous or to gain followers based on lies and agenda. I have never desired recognition because ‘really’ I am a private person. There’s been posts about missing people, referring to family names. Missing pets similar to my own. Death threats and risks to my safety in general. It’s not a possible coincidence. The timings are copulatively put to intimidate me and it’s been happening for over ten years. Day in. Day out. And so very cowardly.

So you think, ‘I will withdraw from social presence.’ Which has been hard for me since, I love to write and I enjoy photography. Perfectly entitled to participate in life and leave my own blueprint. They chisel away. The onslaught quickens. Its pure abuse.

He recently refers to names of work contractors, my pets, artefact around the hotel (a small independent business within a deprived region of Blackpool.) Even walking the dog with my son, during a trip to Warwickshire, who is suffering with his mental disposition. I believe the stalker was offered a menu of services by a money hungry surveillance firm – and he ticked every box. Why not, I guess, he can afford it and clearly, he hasn’t got much else to do in his spare time, so he’s encroached upon mine. Knowing I dislike him and organically would not want to be anywhere near the man, he has used money to force himself upon me. I want him to get away from my world.

And she must see he is distracted elsewhere, by whatever device he has the evidence on. He will have his tracks covered. He is a hugely calculated piece of work. An insecure man, believing women should not have male friends or any type of career. Threatened by most things. A man who thrives on a stage, besotted by the sound of his own tired, warped, racist and bigoted voice of no reason. Utter Crap. Believing ‘Cunt’ to be a regular used swear word, during his hate shows. He demises the vagina. Justifies the right to intimidate and bully. That it’s fine to ‘offend and intimidate.’ Although, he carries a chip on his shoulder and frazzles his mind with relentless grudges. Using his online persona to dictate utter crap. Big news, someone copied a joke. Despite the fact we are on the verge of a cold war and kids are dying of hunger around the globe, but yes. Someone copied a joke. The irony being, most of his works transpire from my life.

I could write pages about all this stuff but I won’t. I am just going to try and live like nobody is watching. I have come a long way these last five years. And they continue. He plays her off with his formulas, she reacts by attacking me. It’s so very childish. For about five years it was bearable, as I stopped looking at the taunts. Feeling it must be awful for both of them having such a small minded approach to their personal habits. But when it escapes the web and manifests into actual spyware and an invasion of my own space, you look to see where else he has asked them to put a camera or control a drone.

Whether he and his other criminals can see what you’re wearing (or not.) It’s as though I am living in the land of nowhere. No different to any other prisoner. All I can say to any person out there witnessing such acts of cruelty. If you know any person who is suffering at the hands of abuse and intimidation, don’t be a bystander. Imagine if you lost your basic human rights to an obsessive manipulator, who will become worse with age. A manic depressive with a drink problem. A man who thrives on dishing out misery. God Help Me.

It is worrying to realise that any person with an unhealthy obsession can implement technology to follow a person around their home, outdoors, in the car and also their family and associates, for the rest of their life. To the point of, they must flea their home and business. Hence stealing the soul of another’s livelihood. New material for their work, a sense of freedom at the hands of theft. It’s the most shockingly awful revelation of my entire life.

And this is really happening. It’s like fiction has spiralled out of control, toward their insane mindsets of delusion and monotony. That they chose me to try to destroy. Self declared atheists, they are not. They are walking demons, using the vulnerability of sheep as cloak and dagger. They relish the game of cruelty. They are abusers. And they know what they do. Although their adorning fans do not. Mere shields for their ego. Poor people that would probably be mortified to learn the truth of their intention.

Highly regarded for all they ‘tweet’ about animal welfare. I would love to see them get up at 5.30 am, to muck out rescue pens and take in new pets. He can pat a dogs head for a charity and be deemed a hero. How can a man who terrorises a woman when she is alone endorse a ban on Trophy Hunting, when he himself participates. To claim he wishes to stamp out ‘experimenting on animals’ when he places a woman’s freedom behind bars. He is fake. They both are. And the foolish buy into it. That’s fine, it takes all sorts. I just want rid of their stagnant shit, to wish them well on their road to whatever it is they want to be known best for, in truth. All the energy they put into my own little world, would be best spent addressing the causes they claim to support. To turn their obsession to something far more productive.

The positive aspect of this, it has made me fight harder to keep my own identity and intuition in tact. I have found new ways to find joy. I pray more and I am eternally awake and true to my own self and goals. Realising no person can ever escape obsession and wealth. The tech can follow us anywhere, even to the shower. The pillow and our family homes.

It’s been a tough week. My mom and son joined me in Lytham. We are all very different and it’s part of adjusting and trying to balance. Last night, I went out for a couple of drinks and got chatting to a lovely family. It was the dog that bought me to them. He’s a beauty.

Have a great week folks. Be safe and well. I am not sure whether my blog and website will remain on the web. I hope so but since keylogging gives any person who indulges, unauthorised access etc, fingers crossed for my journey. I have nowhere that is safe now. Nowhere at all.

We must remind ourselves in times of persecution and unnecessary hatred. The world is in a mess and all of our attention should be on the focus of helping those less fortunate. There are better ways for many to spend their time and money. And whilst social media is good for awareness, it is not so productive for communities. Community is with both feet on the pavement. To be constructive in the world as though technology does not exist at all. To become tribes of goodness and make progress with air and compassion. Let no man stop this natural form of light work.

I must wish the good people luck. Stand up, for we are shifting to a new and better dimension. Do not bow to scum. Respect a good leader and see the truth of intention. As though the red bracelet of hope for my friend. Thank You. You’re doing great. You come from The North. And I will, as promised, always pray for your courage. Be wise. I remain a socialist but we can all come together to craft one beautiful big tapestry. We just have to shake off the elitist lizards, for which have no goodwill to help this world. Thick skinned, vulgar tongued and lost.

Tiffany.

Two Real Examples of Most Recent Invasive Rape and Abuse in the UK

A thirty six year old woman in Blackpool, living and rearing her children, in what is regarded to be one of the most deprived regions of the town, is strip searched at 12.30am. whilst her children cry in another room in her home, having had their phones taken by the police.

She has been at work all day with one of her three jobs, raising money to feed her family. She hasn’t had time to shower. She is asked to remove her top, then bra. She is examined. Even her hair must be unleashed from the clasp. She is told to put the items back on, then remove her pants and trousers. To stand with her legs apart. She is told if she resists she will be restrained and her clothes cut off her. a woman of dignity. A mother.

The Abuses of the Law, Plate 7 by Hendrick Goltzius is licensed under CC-CC0 1.0

A multi-millionaire in an affluent part of London has paid a third party to stalk a fifty eight year old woman, with no motive other than obsession. Cameras, drones and unauthorised access to public CCTV cameras. Keyloggers in her phone and laptop. He watches her come and go from the shower. Reads her messages and makes anonymous attacks of blackmail, harm and misery to her friends and family using targeted formulas behind the façade of his social media account.

He continues to build wealth.

We live in a world like this.

May God Help Us.

Tiffany. X

February Diary – Tarot – Life – Peace and Hope

As we mature into adults, we experience all kinds of emotions and situations that help mold us into what we could become. Our earlier years are our greatest lessons. We suffer many experiences that can be difficult to cope with. Such like bullying, family separations and the pressure of education. Religious enforcement. We can go one of two ways, to grow and learn through our maturity, or stay within those same patterns. To be enslaved to the past or to be in denial of how or why we do the things that can hurt others. Acts of cruelty become a burden not only for those who receive the brunt but also solve no long term sense of inner peace for the troublemaker.

Life is so short, and it is important to use our years here on Earth to improve our immediate surroundings with what comes to us organically in terms of ‘less is more.’  I am not certain that one of life’s myths is true > That we attract the right people around us. It does apply in our actual world and for me, it’s a lighthearted thing. I am not into lots of deep and meaningful friendships, as it can take over from what we need to get done in our own space. And for me, most of the time it’s taking care of my pets.

I think any animal lover will agree, having animals about the place is so beautiful. They become your tribe and they need you. In return you get heaps of love back. Although, working in animal rescue is not so pleasant, because it breaks your heart repeatedly. The animal rescue circuit is a tough business to be in. I spent years trying to do as much as I could to make a difference, ranging from the dolphins in Taiji, to hedgehogs in Burnley. I got completely squashed by the bigger rescues out there, who had loads of money and social influence. Yet, the sad thing being, each animal is precious and every rescuer deserves a voice. I take my hat off to all of them. The RSPCA for instance. They get direct debits and donations amounting to huge profit. Whereas, a small rescue must sell raffle tickets just to buy cat litter or poop bags.

So having pets to live with bypasses all that pressure because you’re still doing your bit but without the politics. When I worked at my peak for animal rights and welfare I had not long before suffered an assault in my own home. It was a frenzied attack which left me for dead. I had been hit with a glass. Repeatedly punched in my face and head. My hair torn out. The final blow, just as I was going to pass out anyway, he pulled my head back up and kneed me in the face. My eldest son had to feed me with a straw on Christmas day. I found solace in helping animals and this was part of my recovery. But I still worked. I set up websites for animal organisations. Barely made enough to eat a good meal but it was something. I lived in the attic at my youngest sons house for years. I was very unwell. And I was vulnerable. A lot of bad things happened as I was so naive. But I was determined to get up and try to find a new life.

It is hard to accept that there may be people out there who feel thrilled to know I was physically harmed. And to have that kind of mindset will mean they can do the same. Which is scary. To feel a thrill at the thought of inflicting any kind of hatred, is to be guilty.  

I am not a do-gooder. I have made mistakes. My greatest being, I have spent too many years looking for adventures, or rather they find me. But last year I decided to slow down. I became tired, realising, I am growing into a much older person. I have spent the last almost five years, on St Chads Road in Blackpool. I have worked very hard. Met lots of people. And at this point I must say 80% of them have been magnificent. The 20% were the folk that took advantage of a Groupon Offer at the first bed and breakfast I managed. Nobody was to blame; it was an experiment that went wrong. Because they all turned up having paid £72 for 3 nights and Groupon worded it, ‘with a free evening meal.’ It meant one meal. But most of them argued that not only should they get a free breakfast each day but also a free meal each night. They were the scroungers of society. People I would not want to bump into anywhere. They had appalling manners and stole stuff from the rooms. And here is a thing, many of them turned up in fancy cars and wore posh clothes.

They didn’t give a shit about me and I think I got about two reviews out of 300 vouchers. It was hell. I stood in my power, buckled down and I served them. But not with a smile. I actually told them what I thought of them. I explained Groupon had made a mistake but not one of them gave me any leniency. They ensured they got the full works. And most of them didn’t eat all their breakfast. They just ordered everything on the menu because it was free. Greedy bastards.

That said the rest of the experience has been enlightening in one way or another. Belleva being a couple’s hotel for a relaxing break (not swingers …. I may add) I have never met so many great people. Men who treat their women like princesses. So much love out there. We read all the bad stuff, but in the real world, love really does exist. I think any of  you will agree, being treated with a genuinely loving gesture is the  most gorgeous thing. I have seldom felt unsafe in my line of work as a hotelier. Infact I feel more secure when I do have guests, as I know they would take care should there ever be a problem. I have had guests help me clean, check the place before bed. Turn off the lights, etc. Basically, they have treated my place like their own home.

Last winter, I slowed things down. I have personal matters to build on and my mom needs to settle into new ways since losing dad. I want to see my kids happy.  We have all been through so much of recent years, some more than others and the vulnerable have been hit the hardest. Destitution, sickness, depression, fear. Most of our careers now have been forced to go online, one way or another. I think the pandemic made a lot of people feel very isolated. Where going to work became a routine, suddenly more people were at home. And it affected a lot of younger men in particular. Men do have a natural born sense of responsibility. To feel in control. Whereas women are good at multi-tasking and adjustment. Men do need to feel stable in their ability to go about their ways. So, for a typically average male, suddenly being unable to work or go up the pub. To watch a football match, sent many into a state of isolation and loneliness.

Sadly, numerous males have not yet recovered and go on with this sense of solitude. Men are very misunderstood in society. And a great thing about hospitality is you get to meet all types of people, not just for a fleeting second but for a weekend. And you get to trust in them. To realise most people are good. I go out wandering too and I speak to lots of people, especially around Blackpool. But sometimes I just sit with myself. And I listen to what I have to say. I believe that abuse and intimidation towards women is at an all time high. It is a combination of technology, for instance social media and then stuff like spyware. Also forced relationships and child exploitation. This is a subject that is endless. But because of the prevalence of this abuse, all men are getting tarred to the same brush. This is just not fair.

Men are giving other men a bad stigma. And women are under the apprehension all men are bad. That they should not trust strangers and every male presence is a possible threat to them. I haven’t got my own daughter, although I do have women who are like daughters to me. And I think I would instill into a girl going out alone (for instance) that she should be cautious. Don’t talk to strangers. Don’t get her drink spiked etc.

My youngest son recently said to  me, he doesn’t chat with women when he goes out because she may think he is intruding on her space. And other men have told me they have been scorned for holding a door open for a woman, as it could be construed as regarding her of a weaker sex. Well, let’s be honest. Having experienced extreme assault, men are much stronger than women. We are the weaker sex. But we are also empowered and we give life. We are blessed with the vagina. A flower of beauty and we have breasts to produce milk.

When I came to Lytham last year to help with a family home, I saw it as a new beginning to feel inclusive and settled. At peace to revitalise and reflect on my life. It really has been tough but I am no quitter. Life can be tough for all of us. And a lot depends on what goals we set out to achieve. Whilst some wish for fame and success, others may want just the simple things. We may desire to pursue a career in health work or fashion. Or to work in a factory environment with a strong routine. To work nights or shifts to suit a household. Or to be a stay-at-home parent. And on … and on.

We also need time to find hobbies, ways to relax and unwind either within our own space or group environments. It is healing and distracts from addictions and obsessions that can become a tedious cycle of misery. 

I do tarot. I do this for my own interest. It is a way to interpret my intuition. Thing is, when life gets bad for me, I have in the past over done it. I think one card a day is fine. Or one reading a week. The last few days my card has been ‘the devil.’ The devil card in tarot is the Major Arcana and it means that something is trying to control us. That we could possibly be the result of addiction. It is not a particularly negative card, since it is telling us be aware of such energy and to work more with the light.

Using money and manipulation to harm another is never going to bring a healthy resolution to anything. And I think when a person who has extreme wealth turns to that kind of thought process, there is a very dangerous mechanism that needs to be challenged. Money is essential, nobody in this modern age can possibly survive without it. If you combine a fortune of wealth with an unhealthy mind, anything could go wrong. I think we all see very rich people as elite. Living a life where anything is affordable. Yet can you imagine if each and every one of us had their kind of wealth? Where we could afford to do anything we wanted? I think mankind would become extinct very quickly.

Whereas one person may invest in an animal rescue center. Another an art emporium for the homeless to craft. Or a dozen yachts in Bermuda. Someone else may spend that money paying for technology to stalk another. To implement spyware around their frequent places. To recruit a firm to hack their computer.  In turn spending most of their life watching that other person live theirs without permission. They may steal your entire existence. Then they judge you. Despite the fact their own activities involve watching someone else’s entire life. Hardly a fair balance. And a lot of hypocrisy.

I think we are all capable of having obsessive thoughts and addictions. I have had plenty. Ranging from collecting junk, drinking too much wine and for some years, social media. But I realised, this was a problem. And getting back to my first paragraph. Being hateful or having bad intentions towards another, is something we should learn to over come as we grow up. To mold ourselves into better people. As if we take our traits and mistakes forwards with us into our later years, we have served no purpose with our history. Sometimes we need to slow down to find our flaws and work on the parts of ourself that are only doing harm. We have to let go of living in a permanent state of inner child, where we excuse ill deeds for ignorance. No person should want a living being as a punch bag, either physically, emotionally or both.People at the hands of bullying and persecution are taking their own lives and this is not comedy. This is abuse. It is heartbreakingly sad for so many victims of those who deny every day ‘freedom of voice and actions’ to bring meaningless harm. Refusing to grow but to remain in a childhood pattern. We can all take responsibility for ourselves and our actions and clean up this often horrid world with kindness and tolerance.

The aspects we crave from others are the aspects we need to find within our own soul. Nothing should be stolen. And every person is entitled to their freedom and privacy. That said, we need CCTV in many places to protect us from the very harm that could derive from the stalker and those he recruits to bring misery. So abusing our rights to privacy in a back handed way is jeopardising the fundamental principle of authorised safety.

I believe in life, it is better enjoyed by working on our own inner peace. And not being wicked. Love is a two way thing. Stalking is not romance.

I wish all of you the best. Have a lovely week. It is time to feed the pets.

Tiff. X

for women. I say bring back the man slap.

I have history. A lot of it. But I have never slept around. don’t need to. i am a kinky, classy thing in my own right. my right. Yeah, I made a few mistakes when I was learning all about life. A life that until recently, has not needed shelter from tech and abuse.

At the age of 13 I was on the back of motorbikes without a helmet. It killed my parents, as I would vanish for weeks. I even managed to hitchhike around Europe, at the age of 16. Good cheese, bread, red wine. I sent the odd postcard. I was the only girl allowed on the runs with the bikers. In those days, any bloke who hurt a woman’s feelings without due cause, got a right bad hard slap. So, therefore they didn’t even dare to hurt the feminine, to include Mothers, Daughters and the one, the bomb, The Missus.

Today’s world of technology is a haven for stalkers and cowards. And I am sick of hearing about abuse, harm, mental torture, cruelty and control over women, in the virtual dimension which leads to real invasion in our own spaces. And it is the ones who so falsely claim to fight our corner, that throw the most stones with their talk, money, back handed tech and bullshit.

Nobody is responsible for the way any of us feel. Get out there and get over it. Grow up and live your own world. Cos taking someone else’s is something you never really own. Faith. Faith in God. Our very existence and in so many forms, beyond all comprehension. Why do humans blame the purest source of infinity for their own misgivings and mistakes. Deal with your own shit and be a real man. Women don’t need anymore torture. Anywhere. We always get home. I call upon the UK Government for more transparency and less tolerance toward stalking and abuse. The onset of harm.

Tiffany. X

Little Simz – Gorilla (Official Audio) very awesome. Listen to her other tunes.

When I post music it has no relevance to anything other than how that tune makes me feel or it is a part of my story and expression. Sometimes the words are significant, or the beat or just the sex appeal of the vocals, the visuals of a video can be compelling too. This song came on the radio yesterday, when I was driving and it was one of those pull over moments. I lit a cigarette, took the top off my coffee and thought ‘wow’ this artist. She has attitude. So I made a quick note of the tune. I absolutely love Little Simz. I write songs. I then sing them when I am wandering and crafting or I whisper them to the bae, cos he is hot and beautiful. And he is my aged cheese. Like wrinkle licking and biting ass. What a tune to share. Boom.

Tiff. X

life is never fair but it can be sweet

I can’t believe I am 58 this year. I will be honest, inside I feel about 30. I suppose because I have spent the gap between then and now, being quite isolated in my targets. Where I have had many struggles to overcome, beneficial to my journey, yet hard work. As I always say, Life is a Lesson – Learn it well.’ So, I have not plodded along the age stick with the mundane, but instead have sought out music, gatherings and people I think are cool. It’s kept me young, for sure. little and often. the lighter months.

When my kids were becoming adults, I used to go out clubbing with them and also with my late Father back in the day. I would pole dance or hop on a podium. My sons would cringe. I stopped clubbing on a weekly basis when I was about 35. This is when it took a week to get over one weekend. So you’re always either out or knackered. Staying young inside is good for the soul, but it can feel really awkward when you get to meet people the same age or older, who seem like decades ahead of you. I love to wander, slow down, people watch. Drink coffee or good wine. And not feel observed. It’s a basic human right for those who do not seek the limelight. Well … I thought so?

With Belleva, it’s taught me so much about couples in particular. The younger couples do seem to have more compassion and insight and are far more progressive minded. They like their space and seem to get by with me not around, coming and going as they please. Whereas, the more mature couples don’t like the contactless check in and out (generally speaking.) Also, they prefer a place with a bar, free breakfast and somebody to always be about. To coin it, they want more attention. Plus, whilst I am waffling on, thanks for any person who said a few nice words. I know Booking.com is a huge organisation that takes all the bread but still, this was nice to get. It’s been such a tough time this winter so it did give me a lift.

When I go away on a break, I don’t want any service at all. I like space and freedom. We are all different, I guess. But Belleva is more like a retreat. I can’t be waiting on people who bore the shit out of me. I prefer younger guests, I learn from them and we have much more in common. You have to keep up to date to keep moving. And the only way to do that is not to focus on the same things, day in, day out. Jazz keeps me fast in my heart space. My Dad loved jazz too.

Belleva used to be called The Nester. Well … when I took it over that was the name I chose. Because. I am a Nester. I have always made dens and my favourite way to do this is in cosy spaces. Prior to that, Belleva had always been called ‘Sovereign House’ and one of my biggest mistakes to date (I have made a few …) is not keeping the original name. I rushed in without thinking and got too creative. The neighbours could not get their heads around the pace of change when I hit number 30 on St Chads. Anyway, soon after I was contacted by a hotel chain with a similar name saying they had found ‘The Nester’ and it was an abbreviation of their hotel chain. This was due to me setting up Belleva as a PLC by the advice of my family. It was all over the web. So invasive for small businesses. And not safe for women in particular.

So I called a great company named ‘Trademark Eagle’ and got chatting with an amazing lady named Natasha, who explained that I had to choose a name nobody else had taken. I let her know I wanted to go back to Sovereign House, though, unfortunately that was also registered by another business. I had a blog named Belleva which was an anagram of Believer and being a spiritual being, we eventually did a trademark search on the name. By now, we had gone through so many ideas. Low and behold, Belleva came up. And since there was already a hotel owned by a mate of mine, named Belvere on the street we accentuated Belleva to BellEva as to avoid muddlements. It’s caused all kinds of problems, but I got there in the end and had to change the sign and branding quite quickly. Then came the strap line Home. Heart. Hotel. Because that’s what the place was to me. And that’s how I wanted it to feel for my guests.

I have spent the last few months doing up a little garden in Lytham and designing a family project. As you may have read from previous blogs, it has been such a challenging journey. I really was quite naïve and thought having a phone, a laptop and being able to go for a walk or drive to work, was a common practice. That was until we discovered how easy it is for a person to recruit agencies to hack and track. It’s not as if I am worth any money, want to be in the public eye, crave attention or do anything that interesting. It’s affected my mental health, in that it’s made me feel quite withdrawn and unsafe and my sense of happiness is currently very damaged. Yet, as a person I have not changed.

Life can be so very cruel and when I assess those going through difficult times too, they are the nicest people I know. Whilst the ones that do that bad stuff, seem to get away with it and don’t care who they tread on. Yet, I guess, deep down they are going through some kind of personal trauma, they perhaps disguise with a false impression. I don’t know. It doesn’t do to think about. I have my own problems, but I don’t think I have ever gone out of my way to cause hardship. I don’t carry baggage or bully my way into any person’s space. It’s far removed from my mindset how anyone can be like that?

That said, life is sweet, and it is short. It is all about finding inner peace and comfort in the simple things. I love chilling with the pets and doing my tarot. Collecting stones and looking at interior ideas. I like privacy whilst others crave attention. I don’t. These days I am just glad be here and daydream about my bucket list. One day a time. Everything any of us need is all on our doorstep in the real world. Not through a phone, PC or lens. We can all be free. I thought I should do this blog as previous posts have worried the crap out of a few people. I cannot lie, being stalked is horrific. But you have to try to live like nobody is watching. I still demand the UK Government implement safety and regulative laws to protect women in particular, from non permissive spyware and unauthorised intrusion, from not only the stalker but also, those offering such services to make our lives a misery. Imagine being paid to follow an innocent woman down a little High Street to buy sweets and toiletries for her Mother. Or to hide a camera in a tree. Or to remotely view a laptop. Ridiculous.

Have a Great Week All.

Tiff. X

The murder of charlene Downes cold case Case has been re opened £100,000 reward announced on BBC. Blackpool.

Every person deserves end of life dignity. Time to say goodbye to their friends, family and those they take care of, in a peaceful way of departure. Charlene Downes did not have this privelidge and the path of devastation for the unfortunate life she left behind is beyond any type of comprehension.

There is evil on this earth. Bring her soul justice. In the name of truth and faith in goodness of conscience. There is no glory in natural life depravation, abuse, hate and revenge. She was so loved, despite her complexed path and extreme hardship. People are still fighting to give her disappearance some kind of closure. How can any person walk on this planet knowing what really happened to her. We live in a world like this?

Every life deserves a memorial with dignity and respect. A time to be born and a date to die in remembrance of celebration for Mother Nature. The cold blooded act of murder is the greatest sin of all. Do not be a bystander. Come forward. There is no such thing as an inferior being. We are all equal. We are all serving a purpose. Life is Precious.

Tiffany Belle Harper.

paying hackers to target an innocent individual is such a horrid thing

It’s been such a bleak winter. Nursing my rescue kitty for weeks to some kind of good health where he can enjoy his new life. It drained me as I was not great myself. I sat up all night with him for so long to help him breath. I really thought he would not survive but at least if I lost Billy, he knew the world is not such a cruel place. Fortunately, he is now a healthy, loved, and happy cat. My main aim for the colder months, to help my family in ways I am able. We all have our responsibilities. But this winter has been awful.

My mobile and laptop have been hacked. I am not sleeping and I wonder how or why any person could find the time to spy on me, since my real life is very dull and quiet. It’s turned my entire existence into a private stage show for a cowardly person who clearly has too much time on their hands and it’s cruel.

I have had such loving support from people who are aware of the ongoing problem but it still does not help me to feel any kind of quality of life. What hurts most is that I am not jealous or overly interested in anybody’s activities enough to want to destroy their lives. I stick with my bucket list and sense of freedom. The ability to implement spyware is so easy nowadays and I wonder how many people are also affected by it. Sometimes, it’s better not to know as to avoid the over-thinking and depressed state it can bring to the target.

When you change your mobile number, a hacker still has a back entrance into your phone. And cyber hacking is so advanced, you can get into anything if you can afford to pay for it. It’s the cruelest form of hunting there is.

All I can say to any stalker is not everyone is going to like you or want you around. So be kind in life and let the fanatical patterns go to find a better future, less the ill intentions. Life’s too short anyway. Bringing misery has nothing to feel proud about.

Currently, there are no specially trained units to detect and protect the victims of stalking. Statistics reveal, only 1 in 6 women who are being stalked or harassed, go on to report it to the police. This maybe due to lack of evidence and/or fear of making it worse. Together with the fact, the police are not trained in such matters. And unlike many stalkers who pay for spying and sabotage, the victim will not have the financial freedom to recruit help such as a lawyer who is trained in phycology and criminal behaviour. Also, being stalked is so very draining, the last thing any victim wants to do is scrutinise all their own activities, to see where they are being pursued, both on and offline. At home, in the workplace and when out and about.

The best solution is to try and lead a normal life, in hope the stalker will become bored and just move on (hopefully not to stalk anyone else.) As dealing with a stalker’s habit, is inadvertently giving them the attention they seek. It is an awful predicament for any person being intimidated by such cowardly acts of attention seeking, when there is nothing to be gained by spying on innocent people. And that includes the friends and family of the victim, in order to obtain information and whereabouts of the target. Thus making it hard for any person who is victim to stalking, to escape from it.

And we must remember that a stalker is in belief they are a part of the targets routine, and even their lifestyle, despite the fact they are not ever going to be by natural choice. Such acts are an extreme form of denial and a ‘fantasy world’ lead by the abuser. They may infiltrate sites like WhatsApp, read emails, texts and listen in on phone calls.

I believe the UK needs specific mental health facilities for stalkers and abusers, which address such matters in order to avoid harm and further invasion to victims, both now and in the future.. Innocent victims whose freedom and liberal rights are at risk, in what we are lead to believe is a democratic society.

The selling of spyware over the internet for stalkers, is currently not a prosecutable crime. But the max sentence for a convicted stalker is up to 10 years. One should not feed the other. It begs to question just how many public places with private areas have hidden spyware? A pinhole camera for instance, is so small, it can be inserted inside of a screw head and turned off when magnetic equipment is used to detect the camera. In other words, a hidden lens can be impossible to detect?

Hackers are not bad people. They provide a service and like any other occupation, it is how their clients recruit such skills. Hacking in turn can protect us and save lives. It is so damning that technology can be used to the detriment of those who simply want to enjoy their lives and wish no harm to others. Would a hacker be pleased to find out another man is watching his wife and has pinhole cameras looking in to all his rooms?

Often a stalker will recruit a second or third party to carry out their surveillance. Terrifying to think that complete strangers to the target, have been paid for their time to invade someone’s privacy. The plus side is most surveillance companies are diligent, where they must appear to comply with the law and many do not realise (or prefer not to know) they are simply a stalking aid to their paying client (stalker.) It is disguised with topics such as ‘find out if your wife is cheating.’ When in actual fact most targets are not or never have been involved with the stalker. We live in a dangerously invasive world like this?

If you too are suffering the same, keep a journal and tell those who love you. Don’t be silenced. And never negotiate with a stalker. Please see previous posts scattered around here. Try to make the most of each day and do not live in fear.

Tiff. Xx

The Belmarsh Tribunal D.C. — The Case of Julian Assange

On January 20, 2023, Democracy Now! livestreamed the Belmarsh Tribunal from Washington, D.C. The event featured expert testimony from journalists, whistleblowers, lawyers, publishers and parliamentarians on assaults to press freedom and the First Amendment of the U.S.

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Constitution Democracy Now!’s Amy Goodman and Srecko Horvat, the co-founder of DiEM25, will chair the tribunal, which is being organized by Progressive International and the Wau Holland Foundation. Members of the tribunal include: Daniel Ellsberg, Pentagon Papers whistleblower Noam Chomsky, linguist and activist Jeremy Corbyn, member of U.K. Parliament and founder of the Peace and Justice Project Chip Gibbons, policy director of Defending Rights & Dissent Kevin Gosztola, managing editor of Shadowproof. Margaret Kunstler, civil rights attorney. Stefania Maurizi, investigative journalist, Il Fatto Quotidiano Jesselyn Radack, national security and human rights attorney, Ben Wizner, lead attorney at ACLU of Edward Snowden Renata Ávila, human rights lawyer, technology and society expert Jeffrey Sterling, lawyer and former CIA employee. Steven Donziger, human rights attorney, Kristinn Hrafnsson, editor-in-chief, WikiLeaks Katrina vanden Heuvel, editorial director and publisher, The Nation Selay Ghaffar, spokesperson, Solidarity Party of Afghanistan Betty Medsger, investigative reporter Suchitra Vijayan, writer, photrapher & activist.

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