The ‘Divine Empowered’ and Basic Women’s Rights

It’s been many years since I have had my own little bit of land. But there was always Dad’s nature reserve. I do miss ‘that’ and him. During my time in Blackpool, being so close to the sea front has certainly replaced the need for a lawned area. Any connection with nature and fresh air is to be cherished. In particular, when we look at how some are living around the world, where basic essentials are unavailable. Freedom. Water. A safe space.

Commencing November 2022, I bravely endured an unequivocally traumatic experience in my work and personal life, where I was forced to leave my home and business. Despite the challenges, I managed to get back on track. It is clear that no woman should ever have to go through what I have, particularly in terms of losing her right to privacy at home and ensuring safety at work. A known individual decided to have a ‘pretend relationship’ with me, termed as ‘stalking,’ and went to extremes to intrude on every aspect of my life. This individual has used social media to leave a trail of my activities, unbeknown to his audience but overwhelmingly apparent to me and those who track him. I have faced these challenges with strength and resilience, and I am determined to overcome this experience.

What began as stalking and harassment in the workplace (over ten years ago) converted to actual acts of abuse and intimidation in my real world of 2022. From hacking smart devices and deactivating my main door access code in my little hotel. Plus, amidst many acts of intrusion, controlling my Alexa and making obvious reference to conversations with friends and family.

As a creative, I have since lost much inclination to participate with my online crafts or enjoy writing from my laptop. That said, I love design in my real world, and my hotel business is progressing, despite my booking facilities also being hacked on a regular basis. Taking into consideration the cost of this in terms of how it has affected the way I lead my life and with the actual loss of earnings exceeding 80k, the consequence remains priceless.

The appearance of dead seagulls and pigeons near the rear doors to my workplace and home, coinciding with instances where I mentioned these occurrences online. Which led me to understand that the situation goes beyond mere stalking. It has become clear that I may be in serious danger. The individual in question has targeted me in a cowardly and indirect manner, both online and offline, displaying no remorse. Such a problem can not be rectified, as any attention given to an abuser only serves to gratify them. The combination of lack of accountability, considerable disposable income, and excessive free time has significantly encroached upon my sense of security. Expected symptoms of post-traumatic stress disorder include flashbacks, recurring memories, anxiety, and fear, as well as diminished self-esteem.

No person should be considered a target for terror due to how they choose their right to freedom. We live in dangerous times when we realise much of modern-day tools, potentially for our best selves, can equally be used as weapons against us. Where things like making a doctor’s appointment, speaking with family, doing a web search, handing business information and finances, become exploitative to the extent of fanaticism. And it’s those who come from a wholesome mindset who fall victim to such intrusion. It’s all too easy for a narcissist to plug into the emotions of others they are unable to embody themselves.

The right to our own detriment = choosing who we want to be a part of it. Any woman who lives or works alone should not be deemed available for abuse. We choose our tribes and any man who believes he has a non-permissive right to overstep her wishes, and boundary is a rapist and rape is not an ideology. This includes those who take money to carry out such cowardly acts of terror on the abusers behalf. To this day, I wonder how such a man would react if it were their loved ones being treated in the same way by the instruction of unstable, dark comedy and death threats.

It’s one thing what we choose to convey by means of social media or a public statement. Another is how we wish to live within our own communities and exclusive space.

Imagine if every human gave themselves the limitless right to gain non-permissive access to bedrooms, back yards, gardens, and work spaces. Plus, the facility to follow a person everywhere they went from one day to the next, despite knowing it was causing the victim extreme distress. It would go beyond any George Orwell assumption. Where social influence, financials, and a belief of being above the law become binding to the terrorist. I guess it’s illegal migration by means of technology and surveillance experts, together with acts of downright violation.

It would be pretty depressing to have to spend chunks of time trying to evaluate the mind of a psychopath. In any case, it just feeds the virus. At some point in our lives, we have to identify our own transparency. Otherwise, we could all become just as insane.

My heart goes out to any person who has experienced the incidents I have these last months. Plus, many years online, where it has affected my true ability to earn a living (though not to the extent of giving up, it’s just made it very tough.) Though fortunately such unprovoked hate crimes are exceptionally rare. Most people are too busy with their own pathways to want to destroy another in the modern-day world. And such an addict is unlikely to change, provided they have some kind of fake persona to hide behind. But the self-denial is always the trigger to gain pleasure in frightening another, to the point of their own obsession. Yet seldom will you see such a fascistic on an equal playing field. In favour of a raised stage, security and a keyboard to appear bold, regardless of unspoken habits and rancid intent. Laziness is an anchor for manipulation and acts of cruelty. The demons of society seemingly less likely suspects.

We are living in unprecedented times, where rapid change is taking place around the globe. Our old systems are falling apart for new beginnings of hope and optimism, where we are adjusting to innovative ways within the tapestry of life. There’s an exodus of migration, and this is irreversible, although I am sure better ways to maintain the influx of new beginnings will come to the table. Each living thing has a natural sense of survival. From ants to humans. And we have to ask ourselves what we would do in that same situation of walking without any assurance?

But firstly, we must protect our own communities from harm. In particular women and children. That said … the majority of these migrants travel in hope of a better world for theirs. It is unfortunate that with that comes (in limited cases) a future of crime and corruption within ethnic communities amidst their new environments. Integration has to be desired from ‘all-in-one’ communities. Otherwise, we have a ‘gang warfare’ situation. And no Mother wants to hear her son got shot or stabbed to death, whilst popping out for a loaf of bread. And that sort of thing is happening every day.

There are people who find success with a desire to want better things for others. Whilst there are those in a place of authority or status that want only recognition for their own merits, regardless of how they came to that rank. Without empathy or a sense of compassion, greed and ego will be the detriment of humanity. Such types must ask themselves how they will be remembered in the hall of history, for which sustains itself in a state of permanence on another dimension. We can not see it; we can feel it, and we ignite it. It’s called faith. And with that comes a sense of existence that can only be felt with acts of sincerity and goodwill.

That’s why those who are misplaced into roles of leadership or influence will never find a true sense of blissfulness, other than peaks and troughs bought about by their own adrenalin fixes. This goes right across the board to social media influencers, entertainers, politicians, and military leaders. To a certain degree, such types control our physical and mental health due to their inflated power. Where often fear and abuse are used to create a fix for the aggressor’s own lack of empathy or feeling.

Fortunately, the majority do have a sense of greater purpose. Nonetheless … it is worrying how much destruction just one person can cause given financial stability, a lot of spare time, and a lack of conscience. There are puppet masters who will poke at the vulnerable to drip feed off the victim’s reaction toward the directed abuse and harassment. Such malicious behaviour often falls under the radar during our earthly short journeys.

What happened in Israel at the hands of Hamas during October of 2023 was wrong. It was shocking to see civilians, to include women and children taken from a Peace Festival and their homes into Palestine, where still, we do not know the fate of many of those hostages? It is furthermore appalling that a mass execution of innocent Palestinians, reaching colossal figures, is still taking place. I never thought I would see the day where the current world witnessed such increasing terror, with children being dug out of rubble and newborn babies being slaughtered. Girls and women are being raped across the borders. We are observing dangerous shifts within a common day of ecosphere activity. A total disregard for others and life itself.

To be honest, I do not see an end to this problem. And I really feel such sadness for all the families affected by such acts of savage brutality in both regions of The Holy Land. It is frightening to think people are actually applauding any act of cruelty toward another, regardless of the fundamentals. Balance. I’m bringing it back to the centre. Working to achieve rational thoughts. It’s too easy to relish suffering and hardship. To adopt transparency with respect for ‘freedom of speech’ as opposed to using it as a weapon of destruction.

The internet does provide a portal of communication for those who participate to share their views and happenings in real time. We have the rapid expansion of various ‘Artificial Intelligence’ Platforms. It did for many of us, seem to come from nowhere. Most people do not have a solid background in technology where the pots are brewing for the next leap of high-tech development. We have no choice but to put our trust toward the higher good and a positive outcome. Though sadly, even behind such tools of better ease, there will be good and bad detriment and on varying degrees for misuse at the hands of psycho-pathologic traits. No Smart device is safe. Fortunately, not everybody wants to pay hackers. Though there are civilizations on the planet that live within their tribal communities who are unaware of the global crisis and evolving gadgets available, who in turn may be happier for their ignorance. It’s about stability. Too much of anything will eventually become exploited. And too little of our basic commodities, in turn … creates destitution.

I do not believe we as a ‘human race’ should be forced to unite and think as one. We can forget ‘world peace’ because it’s not possible on Earth. Simply since this would require each one of us to possess morals and values unilaterally, with a sense of sincerity. There are those who will tread on any person to achieve recognition and applause. Whilst others choose a compassionate approach to poise and accomplishments. We are all entitled to value … self-worth comes in many forms.

I am not what most people call a typical ‘socialist.’ I have created my own version of the term. I do not agree we should all be the same. That success and accomplishment is a taboo topic. There’s a lot of hypocrites out there who fly the flag for equality, yet they have a privileged lifestyle. No money concerns. Comfort. Whilst others dig for pennies who would love an opportunity to do better. My socialism = any person who wants to do well in life should have all the tools available to go forward.

Education generalises our intellect, and this is a draconian perception. Some of the most influential moguls on this planet have been diagnosed with autism or aspergers (for instance). There are many branches off the autistic spectrum, with many to be discovered. But our current system determines such strains that are not with the majority as a deficit order within the mental health gamut. If every child was to be tested for ADHD, autism, aspergers and dyslexia, then I don’t think we could ever put the handle back on ‘normal.’ Because there is no such thing. I would say ‘mundane’ is a better word. The majority who get sucked in would rather be controlled and influenced by fake news and dictatorship.

Human beings need more definition of their capabilities from a very young age, and this would require changing the entire educational process. That said, despite schooling, kids are sophisticated enough these days to know what they want and therefore teach themselves. This is why we have to ensure the internet is a safe place. Social media is a boiling pot of mass information. And there are facilities to streamline what we ‘do’ and ‘do not’ wish to see online. But that does not make any of us safe. It’s too easy to bypass such boundaries. This is where we must put technological energies in place for the future. We need to remind ourselves of this in terms of this new age of rearing children, who in many cases seldom get out the house to play in the great outdoors, in favour of sitting at their computers. There are kids from all over the world who enjoy gaming and making new friends, whilst on the battlefield in the real world, adult wars are taking place dividing the very same communities. It’s ridiculous.

I myself these last two years in particular realise I am very unlike every other person around me. And I am learning to accept that. To stand proud in my power, often becoming a target for the thick skin, since they see my warmth as a feebleness. But this does not make me any less of a person, quite the opposite. My character aligns perfectly with the work involved with hospitality. Though I am shrewd in business, I have never set out to be a huge success, as my dynamics tend to stop and what I know I can comfortably achieve and enjoy. And I am very much driven by love and a harmonious home life. I am blessed with some very wonderful people around me, although, like most people, I thrive within my private space. That’s why commencing November 2022, my entire routine fell apart, realising that the very things I exist for had been taken from me. A private home, time to contemplate. To go online and design, write. Such simple pastimes were now being violated by a deplorable man who had gone beyond childish attempts to harass and belittle me online. It must be awful to live with that kind of desire when there’s so much good to be done in the world.

Money and fame do not afford common sense. A sense of being street wise is a route you learn only by walking your own steps. Living out lies on the internet and by means of entertainment does not make a person any happier than a man begging for pennies on the street. We all have inner misery and personal needs that only we ourselves can fulfil. We are born alone, and we die alone, and no person can buy time.

A few months into being targeted and after realising my hotel had been sabotaged by unwanted spyware and my data had been hacked, I became so fearful for my life, I almost thought about contacting the stalker directly to ask how much time I had left before he arranged to have me harmed, so I could make arrangements to get my pets re-homed and say goodbye to my sons. You never get over a feeling like that. Particularly when I myself do not set out to hurt anybody. It was a heavy and very sad feeling. I spoke with my late father a lot. A pie in the sky. I do miss him, and I had made it no secret by means of my blog how tough the journey was to get my hotel open, directly after his death.

You can not analyse any form of hatred. Pure evil is a cowardly embodiment that wants people to stand still. It craves mindful reactions and ways to knock us off our chosen paths. This is because the oppressor craves what we have and resents his own real predicament. In turn, being the victim of terrorism has a knock-on effect. Where, by showing our feelings to others, we become a portal to take advantage of our honesty when explaining how being bullied makes us feel. That’s why seeking help is imperative. To tell friends what is happening, keep a journal, and get some counselling. Surprisingly, when I sought support, I made new friends.

I was told, “you are not here because you think you are not safe.”

“You are here because we want to help you get through it.”

And there will always be a log of who the man is, what has happened, and how it has affected those around me, including former staff members, close friends and my pets.

Psychological abuse is a huge factor of receipt for those who are subject to it, and there’s highly trained professionals who understand how narcissism can affect empathetic people. The only difference is that in my case, most women are ‘in’ or ‘have had’ a relationship with the abuser.

People I have spoken with have been impressed with how I have made a sensory garden to enjoy peace and being outdoors, regardless of the fact I was being pursued. Also, I was advised to join Twitter, which is now called ‘X’. In order to feel inclusive within the very platform the problems derived from, (back in 2010.) This was during a time of ill health, following a serious assault toward me in my own home, just before Christmas of 2009, where I lost my business within the fashion sector, designing and selling mannequins, plus retail fashion display. Subsequently, the internet became a lifeline, where I chose to become a volunteer within the animal rescue sector. Then, from there, I built my own directories using Joomla software to promote pet businesses. It all grew very quickly. But sadly, this is also how all the problems are derived in terms of the ongoing stalker/terrorist.

Amidst all this … I managed to get my son through university and buy a small house in Leeds. I then moved to Blackpool with a friend to lease a bed and breakfast. I was thrown in at the deep end and, before long, was cooking breakfasts for as many as twenty-five people within an hour’s slot. Running a bar with food snacks and dealing with housekeeping. It was backbreaking work 24/7, but I would not change a thing. The majority of the Blackpool community has huge respect for the work of hosts, as the town relies on our revenue. And there’s much to be done in Blackpool.

I have become an integral part of the community, feeling passionately about the territory. I am a strong and often ruthless woman when it comes to fighting for justice and making decisions. My life has never made me afraid to walk the streets with the rest of them. I love the diversity of real-life scenarios. People watching. Speaking with strangers. Every person has a story and that’s how we learn our best and it is frustrating that those who do nothing for others in a true sense, rely on messengers (such as myself) to establish their material gain. But to me, the richest people I know are those with life experience. And to be a person who sincerely embodies both is a pure gift.

I never set out with the intention to have a house full of animals, but I love to have uncomplicated company and pets do fill that gap in many respects. I do not understand any person who does not want pets around them? I guess being a mum can also make you that way, as when we bring children into the world, our entire life perspective quite literally changes within a flash. The complete process of pregnancy to birth and the selfless giving. They flee the nest, and you never quite know what will become of your off-springs. But you love them unconditionally. Being responsible for others makes us value our own self-worth, as we have a sense of obligation that helps us through our own difficulties. Care and compassion define us as individuals, and this is where the right people come together. It’s an organic process that finds its way.

I am exceptionally proud of my courage and strength, where I have gone on to buy and manage my own small hotel. And I am ever hopeful to continue my journey with those I choose to join me (and they know who they are). It is my basic human right. Each of us is sacred, and no man has the higher permission to violate women, directly, indirectly, or with the help of others.

I wish to tribute this blog to Elon Musk. I believe he is an intensely intelligent Survivor. A man who comes from his truth and ‘in the moment’ logic, who tries his best to pursue a path of futuristic benefit.

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I would highly recommend any person who is dubious or critical of Elon Musk to read his biography by Isaac Newton. Where … to name but a few adventures, during Elon’s childhood, whist most kids read comics and played PC games for fun. Elon, despite experiencing a great deal of violence and emotional turmoil, enjoyed reading encyclopaedias, making explosives, coding and programming his own computer games. Always with the support of his mum (Maye) and siblings.

The Musk family came from poverty, and all that they are, they achieved for themselves. It’s quite a moving story. And hugely inspiring for any person with tough challenges ahead. It’s important to be altruistic, show transparency, and be remembered with the truth of our real agenda.

Getting back to Dad, he invented electromagnetic equipment to mainly help recycling in third world countries. One of my biggest regrets was not learning enough about the mechanics of his work, but then I had my first child at the age of twenty, so being a mum took precedence. That and having three jobs most of the time. Dad’s company was called ‘Master Magnets’ and it was sold to an American firm named ‘Buntings’. Though head office is still the factory my dad founded in The West Midlands, UK. My dad left a legacy that has expanded toward doing great things. Dad was a gentleman, fair in business, and respected by others. But always, providing for his loved ones came first. I do miss him.

So, when I re-joined Twitter (now X) last February, with huge trepidation, it was not my intention to gain likes and follows (fortunately) but more so, to spend time healing. I had no idea ‘Elon Musk’ had bought it, and not a day has gone by when he has not made me laugh out loud. We are all entitled to our opinions, and it’s not about always agreeing; it’s more to do with delegation and acceptance. Finding a balance.

In turn, my original ‘awful’ memories going back all those years when I was previously trying to work and promote volunteer groups on the ‘Twitter’ platform gradually subsided. In particular, I became inspired by Maye Musk (Elon’s Mum) who like me, brought her children up as a single parent. I went on to read her book too, namely ‘A Woman Makes a Plan,’ which is so very sweet, yet shows such determination and grace toward life, motherhood and the fashion industry.

Working in hospitality and especially living on-site, we can go without months of real sleep during high seasons. Guests are coming in all through the night. Doing a late bar, getting up at 7 am to prepare for breakfast, before cleaning rooms. I lived that way for a few years, and my diet consisted of leftover breakfasts. It was slave slog. So … going online with a beer for an hour or so is the best way to switch off. Most of us who work with the public all day/night do it that way. Listen to music, catch up on news, and keep up with a few mates. Never take it for granted, folks, because one day, that could all be taken away from you. Your basic human rights are paid out by a person with not much of a life at all. And suddenly, you are in the abyss. Though do not retreat away from your wind-down time, it is so important to feel inclusive in the bigger world. When you work long hours, the internet becomes a lifeline between gruelling shifts.

I am ever inspired and very grateful to be alive. It’s been a very tough time, but I have also become an even stronger and more determined woman. Where there has been intrusion, I have cleansed with creative ambition. I refuse to fear running my business or going to bed at night, taking the dogs for a walk or putting the keys in my doors. The normal things in our lives that we take for granted. And I will always have a conscience. I would advise any person who wishes to harm another, to mind their own business, make the ‘real life’ they crave, and leave others to do the same.

My working life is exclusively for ‘paying’ guests. My private life is by invitation, and for any person who is unable to grasp such a basic principle, they need help and fast. I have my put my heart and soul into Tiffy’s Place on St Chad’s Road. Blood, sweat, and tears. A labour of love in the real world. Family. Friends. Community. No man will tear such achievement down, to include those on the stalker’s payroll. What sort of men take money to terrorise a woman in her home and business!?

Namaste,

Tiffany Belle Harper.

rainy afternoon – busy

I love it when I can have time with my immediate surroundings. And when I think about it, I don’t need much. Social Media always leaves me feeling detached and frustrated, as apart from sourcing, networking, and staying close to distant mates and family, it can also start to make us less connected with who we really are.

I like to think that if I form a bond with a human, it could be similar to real life, and it’s not just a means to gain front house popularity. It’s not like when we go to heaven then get asked by the door keepers, ‘so, how many Twitter followers did you get? Or, how much money did you stack up?’ Karmically the universe sees everything anyway. So, what will be, simply is. We are only ever our true intention. And living with a free conscience is true wealth.

We all make mistakes but taking account for our own destiny and purpose is nobody else’s responsibility. Everyone has stuff going on, both good and bad. But some are much worse off than others. It is not so much luck, but who we have around us. Our Tribe. The people who really do help each other through the mess. Sometimes, just by being a listening ear or a hug. Sharing a fag or grabbing a bag of chips to scoff in the park.

With mental illness there is a thin line between being prepared and reaching out for a frame network. And the internet can become a fine line of confusion, since, as much as being a means to share great things, it can equally become a bow and arrow for keyboard warrior’s and those who know how to inflict a precise and calculated hate campaign. Often targeting a seemingly lone person, with the intention and purpose to make that target feel as vulnerable and detached as possible. Various means to this route could range from a desire for fame, money and an/or an ample amount of free time to plan such acts of spite. Either way such calculations derive from the perpetrators own sense of worth and often they turn to the web to push that onto those they envy most. Often a person who lives quite happily without the need of validation from strangers, all day, every day. A vicious cycle.

Either way, the older I get, the more it all jumps out at me. Saddened by the fact there are those that seek drama by means of (cowardly and indirect) disruption when it is so unnecessary. I myself have at times become very low, but after counselling or just speaking with a friend, it becomes apparent I am simply processing how life events have made me feel. Mentally I would describe myself as strong. I know this, as when I am under enormous pressure my adrenalin kicks in. Especially if someone I love is being hurt or bullied. Worse still, if someone I love is being a bully.

I have however, gone on to make real life friends as a result of the internet. And have sourced crafts and trades this way too. But then there are a small majority that offset the positive by creating a simultaneously ‘fake existence’ online. One of which takes residence over their own ‘real life’ world. The broad term ‘stalking’ covers much of above. And can overspill to the target’s friends and family also being scrutinized. And in some cases, books and scripts are created using the base line of the stalker’s often misguided assumptions. Financial wealth is awarded to the prowler. But guess what. The target remains richer in terms of balance and abundance.

That’s why, it is imperative to think above and beyond small minded cycles that serve no purpose to our origin and purpose. That said mental health is a huge factor towards using the internet to seek revenge and reap havoc. Especially during a psychotic outrage of another. This in turn is ‘so far’ completely unvetted by social media hierarchy. I know, I have been on the receiving end. The web being a cry for any means of ‘often the wrong of’ attention. Where the mentally meek will use any means of falsehood to be heard in a sea of sharks. Then, when they get well, everything is back to the real perspective.

But when this happens, a portal opens for the prowlers to become almost ecstatic at discovering such seemingly potential drama, that could not possibly happen in their own ‘white supremacist’ bubble of bullshit. The web makes tribes very vulnerable. Isn’t life so very wicked at times. We just have to know we can turn it off and find happiness all around us. In my case, alleyways, and my my kitchen, where I just cooked myself and Danielle (my housekeeper at the hotel) fajitas with spinach and peppers. Going to have another in a mo, with a skinny coffee fix. Then my time warp of a girl cave (bedroom), where I find absolute inner tranquility. A space that is full of worthlessly sentimental treasures, to include my crystal ball, rocks, shells, driftwood, tarot and pets. It’s indescribably connected to core.

I gave up regular drinking a few years ago. when I realised I was in a cycle of addiction to the internet and booze, due to ill health and grim living conditions. Wine being my ‘then’ poison and a means to numb my constant sense of no confidence. I went on an all out soul-searching, learning curve and during this time set up Pet Service Directories and Animal welfare groups. Through my unstoppable determination, I was subsequently bullied to fuck by an established ‘designer pet group’ and a couple of seemingly do good ‘social influencers,’ who use their money (millions) to tick heads. I hate snobbery.

This all went on for years. A systematic battle for which my faith would not be deterred. But on reflection the feedback and updates I still get to this day, regarding the progress I made for the animals, make it all worthwhile. And my tech skills vastly improved, due to the long haul out of physical service.

As we get older, we look back at life and wonder how we could have done things differently. But what we must remember, we cannot change the past. Only learn and grow away from it.

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We must remember there are those that confuse ‘love and admiration’ with ‘jealousy and resentment’. People who do not know how to feel empowered by any other, than themselves. The greatest people alive, are often ‘seemingly’ the most hated at a social glance. Maybe because they are truly loved within their own tribes in the real world. Where this in turn creates rivalry. Popularity indeed walks alleyways and does not need or wish to fill stadiums or win prizes. Wisdom has always been free for us all. Never forget that. Dew glistens brighter than diamonds and we can all afford nature.

Two nights a week I may enjoy a drink. It’s a 9% rose fusion made with strawberries and summer fruits. I thoroughly enjoy it on ice with a splash of tonic. I also have a takeaway and make wax melts, soap and bath fizz. I listen to jazz. I know it sounds boring, but I get off on it. I have a load of rescue pets too.

I was a young mum to two boys. I hardly had a social life. In fact, I cannot remember having one at all. I had an open house for all their mates. Three jobs. I would spend all my spare income on food for the kids. I drove them everywhere. I recall taking them to see Eminen in Milton Keynes. The town was rammed. There was absolutely nowhere to park up to wait for them. So, I rather stupidly drove all the way home, walked the dogs. Put a wash on then drove back. Due to it being so busy it took me 3 hours to get there. It was pouring with rain and my phone battery was dead. So, I got out my old banger of a car and ran around the arena circuit looking for the group I had to take home.

I was so worried, not only that I had lost my own kids, but also the two boys with them. I think they were about 12 and 14 at the time. I had given them strict instructions how to stay safe. And where to meet me. But the place we had arranged, which is where I had dropped them off, was now closed off to divert all traffic. The entire system was mayhem. Eventually finding the boys, I was by now almost wetting myself. I had an old washing up bowl in the boot so hid my best and went for a pee in there. Not one of them thanked me for my efforts to transport them to and from the concert. But we don’t do it for praise. It was their first gig. We do it to fill their lives with good memories. But as they turn to adults, they can all too often forget the things we did in favour of what we did not.

I love my boys, but it has not been easy. I am similar to both of them, but in different ways. I am proud. Our children, no matter what age can break our hearts, repeatedly. And we have to allow them to do that. I want James to move to Blackpool as I think he could nail this town. And I want Ashley to release his confidence with balance and harmony.

I still miss Dad. He was my best friend. I never really knew Mum. But I am trying. Our lives have been so different.

I want to retire before I die. But then work keeps me from over thinking. I sometimes miss blogging so much, now I am living in a goldfish bowl. Not everyone wants to be clapped by strangers. Life is much bigger than that. We are all on the same journey and it’s how we feel with our own space that counts most. Nothing to prove here. Am fine with me. I do good. Best I can.

Finally here is a video by a really good mate of mine, Seca One. Speaking quite openly about his history on the streets, together with his mind and how he turned it into being a successful artist. I hope it can help at least one person. Men tend to suffer in ways that are harder to detect. Often becoming hostile and aggresive. This makes me worry. Men need to be heard in a way that takes away a sense of delusion and guilt shifting.

Tiffany. X

The Nester – St Chad’s Road – Blackpool

Well apart from falling in and out of my other work, trying to run a bed and breakfast (with not much experience.) Nursing a bug (I caught from my son when he visited last month), not helped by my exposure to authentic Victorian dust at The Nester.) Together with watching old movies on you tube, we’ve been trying to focus on the new hotel. Well, it’s not a hotel, I don’t know what to call it. I worry a lot about it all.

We can’t make things go any faster when it is all about retaining the reason of budget, safety and getting it right. The hospitality industry is not about the individual/s behind it, so much as the end product. I have so many aspirations but it is going to take time. I just won’t rush it. If I do this, I will regret my decisions.

We have had problems with a tradesman who promised the world with a fabulous brand new heating supply, then buggered off with his personal problems. It hit us hard. But this will always happen in a world that is far from predictable. It is now about moving forward and fortunately we have found a great team to take that place. With relief, we’ve detected a few leaks and bad pipework, before the flooring goes down. It could have been devastating. But we can’t harbour on the past, these things do happen.

Taking this to one side. I have been working on another project that is about using stuff from the community and up-cycling. It is not funded. I have done it myself with Danielle’s help. We’ve been painting things up. It’s my favourite thing. So I will call it The Nesting Space. Just got the domain. I am going to make a little pop up shop in the hotel. There’s a few more surprises too, but I don’t want to put anything out there until I have some images to go with it. The part that excites me most. 

I was going to assign a different host to collaborate with us on each room – but again, that’s gone out of the window because we’ve all had loads of input together as a team. And I have taken some of it on-board. You sort of morph the blank canvas into the shapes. To rely on dimensional input. Art is always unknown until you pick up the paint. Or in the case of the interior colour. The swatch. I just knew it had to be this specific colour of coral. It caused a bit of a stir. It’s a flat colour but bright. But I just love it. The particular shade changes colour according to natural light too. In sunlight it is pink, autumn, more of an orange and so on… To put a deep powder pink and baby blue with it was a risk, but I saw them as a family. I then had some Victorian beading made to enhance the Villa prettiness of the building, with a backdrop of white, which will carry through into the hallway.

I like brightness in corridors. It lifts depressive mindsets and invigorates change and growth. White is a beautiful colour. TBH

The door. Well I just saw it and fell in love. It has no rhyme or reason. It’s just there. The glass to some of the windows I designed too, to bring in the sunbeams. I did want some colour there but will use decals at a later stage.

The hallways ‘though’ will be minimal. White with ivory paintwork and pastel doors. Mood music up the stairwell. Artwork by independent artists together with some cheapy prints, I just liked – I am not at all driven by a masterpiece or cash, so much as how a print or original makes me feel. A mismatch of visual, street and contemporary artwork is just too dirty for words. I like it dirty. I like my style.

Then… each room will have its own theme. Nothing extravagant. Just original and comfortable. The colours of the rooms are not at all consistent. Each room tells its own story and I hope I am able to entwine opportunities to incorporate the planet’s natural habitats. Or at least encourage people to value earth more. Not in a preachy way, as guests are on their breaks away from regime and anger. But to tease with nature in a respectful non-opinionated fashion. It’s like when I talk to the cats who walk at their own pace, if I shout at them to hurry up, they turn away but if I speak in a soft and kind fashion they brush past my shins. They are fully aware of their own feelings and boundaries.

What there will not be at The Nester:

A bar but guests may bring their own drink.

One time use plastics.

Fur of feathers from animals killed for their coats.

Although I do have some interesting faux skulls. Remember this, when an animal dies naturally, its entire being becomes a by-product. And nothing has to go to waste. The animal should be adorned for their life that was before their deterioration. I believe the skull of an animal is very beautiful. Ever-lasting. An art piece. But then, we are all free to interpret art as we wish in the boundaries of humane living. The world would be scary any other way.

To be told there is no art by those who cannot feel art. TBH

I have friends who make shamanic instruments and often use cow hide. But the cow died naturally, or perhaps euthanized due to pain or disease (a privilege sought by humans, although, we would imagine ‘hard core city vegans’ may contest and the irony.) The shamanic friends are vegans to the degree of growing all their own produce and using solar energy – to not kill an animal for food. They live high up in the hills of North Yorkshire in a static home that is Eco run. I do envy their beautiful lifestyle. They are just so committed to nature. So content.

So… I acquired two big skulls last year, that are ceramic but they look real. I saw them, fell in love, bought them home. One is a wilder-beast. (I have called him ‘Mr Happy Face the 1st.) The other is a buffalo. Currently nameless. I want to challenge peoples concept of them, as mainstream often misinforms about the natural life chain, in order to make us fearful or ashamed – worst still, controlled. Yet, the native Indians and shamanistic worship and celebrate life in a different way to the mainstream folk. I am much inspired – I bow to these lesson teachers of our habitual and natural life-force. Who take nothing and waste little. Preach nothing. Living only by means and necessity. Perfection to me. And I will be brutally honest. I feed road kill to my seagulls, they love the guts and gore. Messy little babies. My beautiful friends of the sky. 

At Golden Sands, I have faux antlers. But anyway, real ones can be collected when they are felled naturally and used as dog treats, where no animal has been taken for the benefit of the chew. I used to promote a similar company, I suppose you can google it. Interesting stuff. A great blog idea too. Natural antlers!

To be original does not simulate – it is just ‘original’. We can all be ‘original’ we just have to listen to our own truth and face our fears. TBH.

But remember, this is a hotel and I need to conform to legalities. It’s not a hippy commune. (Well, not yet…)  My personal home would be a different matter, though obviously. I could really live in a shed and be happy. In-fact, I have! I have indeed lived in most things, to include a beautiful static home, for which I do miss. I have friends with very big houses and I never feel at one there, as I don’t see the point of too much space, it just creates dust. I’ve never wanted all of that stuff. I’ve never been greedy. I just know what I like… and it does take time. My little house in Leeds took me four years to fill with silly things but I went there from homelessness – so I guess I did nest for longer than I needed, due to just being relieved to have a place I could call my own. We learn. However, The Nester is just the right size. If I ever get there! Not sure if I will reside there permanently though. But we will have a studio and bedroom for when we do dig down. However, the building is never empty we have a friend taking care of the place for us. Very grateful.

The Nester will be for adults only. Why? I believe couples in particular need to find a sparkle. That a woman is a Goddess and her counterpart is willing to please in order to feel cherished with the feminine. That same sex couples are also inclusive of all that involves chemistry. A healthy relationships = lasting peace and the trading of boundless love and spiritual growth. A relationship is constantly adjusting to the needs of that other person. It has little to do with sex and certainly not rivalry. In-fact, the basic act of sex can create the fear of instability and lust that often destroys a healthy relationship. It is about balance and harmonious unity of emotional intelligence – to keep flirting with one another. I could just write on and on about this subject. A true relationship is private and sacred.  Not to be flaunted to the jealous and often envious lives of others, who may lack the depth of true compassion. And in our lives it is known that we often collide with other partners before we find our true flame. We could never appreciate our gift by conquest of facing our fears, otherwise. But then sometimes we may meet our soul mate and know and expand very quickly. I am lucky. We both are.

There will also be arty twists. Food – Fun – Sleep, to feel cosy and nurtured in a non-intrusive space. But most of all to just relax and have adventures in the quirky town of Blackpool, together with its magnificent sunsets. Eclectic coastal front, spiced up with deco style metals and historical artefact. Return to The Nester, kick of your shoes and just float away in one of our little nests. 

I suppose for now… this is the best way to describe the mood-boarding. I am now going to be very lazy and do an online shop as I am out cat litter and I could kill for a fish pie with hot steamed vegetables that I intend to make tomorrow. I seem to get a bigger appetite during the winter. These bloody dark days. Come on Spring!

I pray things will be okay, if not I will keep trying. It’s about the journey, not the destination. The universe will give me only what I can cope with. I do also now have a book but it’s not going to go anywhere for a while as I am still on the journey, but it’s in safe hands. I am no author, I can’t write fiction. What I am is a free spirit and the book is about my journey. It’s hard for me to remember a lot of it. I was in a dark place due to such incidents. But it’s true. When we fall down, we can become trampled upon. But I got back up. I still fall but I have people to catch me now. I am no longer afraid.

Amen. So protect me God. Let hate not divide us. We are all one.

Tiff. X

PS re pic above:- the outside is not finished. The gap in the paintwork is where a handful of neighbours grouped up to the council to make me take down an ornate picket style fence with bauble detail, to the side that did not divide and was see-through. They also wanted my main picket style fence down too, but the council said ‘no.’ I believe the council to be fair, given the commotion the odd few caused. Half the street came out when it was put up. I have never felt so embarrassed over a bit of UPVC. Fuck them. And fuck anyone else who is over come with jealousy towards change and originality. Be your own uniqueness. Be your own change. Be different. Be your own business. Be inspired – be great. Be free. Oh fuck … I have just melted my best anorak in the tumble dryer!

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