FREEDOM OF SPEECH DOES NOT EXIST

It’s okay everyone. The world is in shut down due to a bug that will be on all of our death certificates. The masses are indeed being groomed. Chernobyl threatened with fire which could end the world, if an asteroid doesn’t hit us first. We are culling dolphins for money and most of wildlife is extinct. It is also illegal to feed birds (pathetic). Hollywood are eating more than animals. The North Pole is melting. The new age of vegan celebrities want to ban science and also holistic alternatives, because apparently, spiritual and religious people are also excluded from their cult. Other than that, all is fine on planet earth – apart from, self employed people – who are becoming homeless, whilst many of those, perfectly capable and able to get out and work/contribute/volunteer, have no intention of ever being officially employed – in favour of shoplifting and breeding kids, to grab at tax payers money to get free cars, food and rent for the rest of all their lives. There’s a thing called Facebook that spreads fake news faster than a bad rash and Twitter is readily available to pretend you are your pet all day or spread fear and hysteria – ideal for high earners with too much spare time on their hands – alternatively, tragic for the vulnerable who believe them. Apart from that, don’t worry, that is unless you live near a river. We are prone to flooding here in the UK. And watch out buying cheap pies and burgers. Anything could be in them. Remember not to laugh/smile/breath in public, you may offend someone.

What a time to be alive …

Amen!

TBH.

 

Please Do Not Suffer in Silence. Sharing is your Friend

It doesn’t matter how I feel about a person personally – it would not make any difference at all to learn they felt unhappy at home. I would fight for anyone who may feel detached from reality due to abuse and a sense of self doubt because of loving a person you do not necessarily like. I am stubborn. I have been in bad relationships and I walk away. But for others, it’s not so easy if you feel a sense of helplessness.

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A few years ago – I  had an abusive relationship, where I was assaulted and I am not playing victim here. But by sharing our experiences we can reach out to others. So if anyone ever wants to speak with me – do get in touch. I would not wish hardship on anyone. There is a better world out there for all of you who may feel trapped with your circumstances –  sometimes feeling emotionally attached to a person may be fear related. Perhaps you feel so low in yourself that it seems impossible to survive without your abuser to pick you up and drop you down. Where you rely on their highs to get through their lows. But it doesn’t have to be like this for you. Life is short and you deserve abundance.

I know real love exists for all of us when we are brave enough to let go of that which controls us. We really do not have to fear anything. And I would hate to think any person (women and girls in particular) feel their lives are suffering because of oppression at home. I don’t want anyone out there to believe they do not have anyone to speak with. Because I care and I will make time for you. I promise. So don’t be a stranger.

An abuser is a weak person – they will not want you to participate in activities away from them. They may make you feel they depend on you and vice versa. But this is not true. Join groups and get involved with activities away from your abuser/controller. Find ways to grow as an individual and new doors do open. They really do and one day you will look back and wonder why you wasted all those years feeling like half the person you could be. Love is the Answer and abuse is not love. Be happy! It’s free too.

Tiffany. X

fear is your enemy

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Don’t let fear become your enemy. No one is watching any of us. We’re all too wrapped up in ourselves. Fear is just a part of ‘evil’ that holds us back from our destiny. If you really want something or someone so badly. It would be with you now. If it is not. You are probably a coward. TBH©

Writing About The ‘Dark’ Days and the Power of ‘Hope’

It’s Friday already ! Where do the weeks go … ? I hope yours was a good one my blogging friends.

I have spent a while concentrating on my personal world and writing my book. I suffer with focusing issues when there’s too much going on and find myself heading off in all kinds of directions, often leaving the most important tasks unfinished.

Little obligations become big problems if we don’t sort our stuff out. I realise that. So I’ve found a balance between my home and pleasure. Combining both …

I’d lost my confidence writing. I’m not good at it but I am passionate so I’ve bit the bullet and got on with things. I didn’t want to write ‘all encompassing’ inspiration or ‘lift me up’ type stuff. But rather, the truth laid bare about my ‘real’ past. So that ‘hopefully’ other women in particular will be able to find solace in the normality of our insecurities.

Writing about my journey has opened up things that happened for which I’d forgotten. It’s made me weepy, but I’ve found resolve at the same time. I’ve been writing about how life has taken me. Relationships, struggling. Feeling some days there’s no purpose in my life. Soul searching. But I’ve still laced it with humour. I believe a good sense of humour is a tonic in this day and age.

I am still hugely spiritual yet am defining this sense of ’empathy’ with life situations (and beyond) with practicality. Writing my book has allowed me to see where I have gone wrong. I’d like to say ‘no regrets.’ But I do have them. Yet our mistakes can help us to achieve better things for the future if we take our own lessons as guidance.

I’ve been writing in a place that has no internet. It has helped my creativity. I have felt more confident to be ‘me’ away from peer pressure and my sensitivity.

I was going to blog each chapter, to get some feedback. But then I decided to trust my own instincts as the book is not with material intent but more of a way to record my blue print for my own sense of worth. 

The book is about my life between 2010 and 2016 with flash backs to the past then present. It’s  not a condemning book. There’s no name shaming. It’s about ‘me.’ There’s going to be a few shocking revelations too. Yes, I lived in the underworld for a while. But during this time in what some would call ‘hell’ I found great friends. None of this is online based, it’s all ‘real world’ stuff. In that I went there and yes it broke me into little pieces for a while. But I mended, went on to tell the tale (and that I am doing.) It’s awful being sensitive but it sure beats being wicked.

But then as my good friend ‘The Lonely Author’ taught me. Sometimes, we do need to write wicked, just to show we’re able to address all aspects of within. I suppose it’s a case of being true to who we are.

We can’t enjoy the light until we’ve been in the dark. The hard part is getting out alive. In every sense. Mind – Body and Soul.

Today I am being crafty with paint … We’re on the look out for abandoned pieces of wood that need to re-live their beauty.

I will check my emails on Sunday, Tuesday and Friday.

Finally, there’s a Twitter hashtag that I set up a while ago named #StopAnimalAbuse out there. It’s good to have one common phrase to unite many causes, I feel. Well, let’s hope so. I am sure the big boys will embrace the attention. May it ‘always’ be about the animals and getting ‘everyone’ involved. A minefield of ‘ego’ could be used to help the ‘voiceless’ on all levels.

I always say, ‘it’s what comes first in our hearts that define us.’

For some it’s fame and greed, whilst others it’s to sincerely want to help the less fortunate.’ Sadly, all too often the latter assume they must rely on the first. A vicious circle of never-ending imbalance. It’s about a happy medium, surely?

Tiffany. X

Have a great week ! ps Thanks to Lisa for helping out with emails and stuff.

 

As we Awaken by Tiffany Belle Harper

As We Awaken.

A Stage in our Lives. We Ascend. We are Awake…

We realise that nobody can give us anything useful. All that we need is within our ‘self.’ We become bored, restless, distracted.

We sort of convert to a hybrid of our former state. Where often, we just can’t wait to remove our self from social situations, to be in our own space. A place to heal and find our ancestors who need us now, more than ever, dwelling in the depths of a dying ocean because of our greed. I tell you!

We can be in a crowded room full of vibrancy, texture and intellect. Yet we wonder whether any of the information or cutting edge design is of spiritual significance?

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We join groups and forums, seeking out the like-minded on a psychic path. Yet ‘really’ they’re equally lost in what it is they are looking for.

Spirituality –  a jaded subject. I’ve never seen such competition and enviousness. Where one will claim to be a shaman, another greatest witch of all. Yet in the world of spirit and chi no man can choose a leader. Who are we to claim a higher authority?

We are all simply perfect by design.

We seek solace in religion as we watch animals being sacrificed. Homosexuals condemned. The gays as lepers. Children raped.

We seek fame. To be recognised. Where we become obsessed with gratitude from strangers. Each day seeking mainstream news to see how we looked, as press caught us unaware. Those who rely on fame are the saddest of all. Emotionally tangled. The greatest narcissists.

We wish for posh food, high end dining, yet … when we get the limitless plastic to pay, it all starts to taste the same. Sitting in our stomachs, creating gas with the greed of connoisseur palate.

We become fixated with our size. How will we compare to the more toned and what will our pursuits think if we are not with matching defined sculpture?

We should not be controlled by validation from others. We are free and we are one. Everything is relative. The sun, moon, ocean, the ground …

Yet we become enslaved to a life, where nothing satisfies the soul.

That is until we realise that ‘love is everything.’

Love being infinite, our only weapon. The redemption of our ways.

We must learn that ‘boredom’ is often ‘time to be awake.’ To find keys to ‘the chi.’

To no longer seek lessons, where there are no masters to teach.

For, The Divine is never apart from our true core value.

It does not matter if you know not of reference to faiths, philosophies, techniques and tradition. Fuck that! You are free to choose your path to your own salvation. So walk freely, with what works for you best.

Yes, truly, ‘Love is Everything.’ Do not be afraid to admit you pray and be proud to say amen. You are heard.

~Namaste~

Tiffany Belle Harper