Tag: friendship
Chattering with Myself. Donald Trump. Media. Love. Life. All of it.
As I have become older, I realise that a lot of who I am is who I ‘have been’ and what I have or could become. We as humans are constantly evolving in such rapid times of change globally. Not just in terms of choice and decision-making, but also our climate is adapting to the solar world and the pain we inflict upon it. When the ice melts, we lose our land. It’s not fiction. It’s happening.
What is the point of world leaders attending eco summits to discuss how we can slow down the destruction of our planet while also endorsing war? War is a virus. Imagine how Earth must feel with all this hatred on her soil. And we do need change. But not in the likely places it would seem. We need to search statistically for where the greatest climate destruction derives from as a result of mankind, and then we must deal with it. It’s all there for those who are trusted in research. And sorry, but I don’t believe it’s cows. I have driven up the French Alps, spoken with the farmers, visited the little eateries amidst the abundance; the air was pure. On the other hand, if you looked at Earth from an aerial viewpoint and offset our fields against the holocaust and destruction in Palestine (for example), where would an alien being assume the climate is most affected? Come on, world, wake up!
But above all this talk of Earth, for appreciation of our own life force, a sense of self-value is imperative. As if we do not value our own time and resonance, we lose our core values in favor of trying to please the systems that may not be right for our mental well-being. There’s a thin line between loneliness and freedom, and if we spin too fast trying to resolve problems that don’t want a solution, we become depleted.
Sometimes addressing the simple things in life and having a sense of comfort in our immediate environment is more productive in the long term, simply because a happy spirit makes wiser decisions.
I think a big problem with the way the mechanics of human nature work is becoming a ‘people pleaser’ to the extent that ego and a sense of validation from strangers in large numbers become a cycle, to the point of worthlessness within one’s own self-esteem. And ego never has solved a problem. In fact, if we look right back through history, it’s one of our greatest downfalls.
Of recent weeks, I have gone from running two hospitality outlets single-handedly, where I was doing all my own laundry, cleaning, administration, and customer care. While also finding time for design projects and tending to all my pets. But I never felt ‘too busy’; I would have downtime, then bounce back up. As you may be aware from previous posts on here, for many years I have carried a burden of cowardice from the Hampstead Comedian, who for some reason has chiseled away at my life to the point of becoming rabid. I guess, with hard work, you can try to forget the terrors lurking in the background, and it’s true, hard work is so good for the soul. Though now things have slowed down for me while I plan ahead, I have reflected on my existence. It’s the season to soul search and not for the faint-hearted, as it is during these times we learn from our lessons/mistakes before taking the next leap. Adventures are things risk-takers go on, and they are mostly harrowing experiences. Peaks and troughs.
Though sitting at home scrolling on social media is not an adventure; it’s somebody else’s. Through our own experiences, we become nourished with wisdom that is of our own destiny and making. Throughout the years, I have enjoyed social media as it’s a lazy way to relax in our own space between work and home. For me, posting images from my phone of my hobbies and happy times was a joy. One of which many of us don’t participate in anymore.
And since Twitter (now X) was the point of the crappy situation where the Hampstead guy latched on with his other half, it was suggested to me that I go back there, block the situation, and get past the nasty stuff. As otherwise, me like many others who have experienced any type of violation such as stalking, baiting, and harassment can become silent – and this does not help the problem. Silence encourages it, as the goal of stalking is to create fear and worry.
The common day bully kicks off within the playground, where staff these days are trained more highly in catching it out before the group gatherings develop, as a result of the ring leader instigating hardship for the target. But also the workplace has such types who dwell in the suffering of others by means of psychology and baiting. Worst still, sexual connotation and hierarchy can be used to belittle the focus on the fixation. But again, such is dealt with more severely these days, and it’s good to learn that many businesses have or are preparing to make it mandatory for all staff members to take a course in the traits of bullying and how such behaviour destroys lives. Being aware and current does help those who suffer in silence. It’s good to talk, with empathy, about how life is really going for us, in safe surroundings.
Bullying isn’t a difference of opinion or a disagreement. It is not an argument or a viewpoint or a social media reaction. Bullying is a killer that is both cruel and cowardly. But to have such in your own home is unthinkable. More needs to be done with the deeds we cannot see. Where hackers who are highly skilled in tech choose a career with crime, as opposed to positive tech expansion. Probably due to the fact they get paid more.
I am speaking with people who tell me their own horror stories about this tech world we live in. Everything from online fraud to pinhole cameras found in sunbed rooms (for instance). AI is using women and kids to create porn videos/images. Apps that claim to keep our loved ones/children safe that instead are being used to follow us around without permission. Software running in the background of our PCs and phones. Nobody is safe from it. But I must be honest when I tell you that the majority of victims seem to be women of independence. Whereas physical and emotional abuse toward us, statistically derives from actual relationships past to present. The point being, a strong independent woman is not immune to being hacked and stalked to breaking point. God forbid.
When I rejoined the X platform, I was not really into politics. I have friends who are politicians from different parties. It’s about the authenticity of the individual. I believe if you become too fanatical about one specific party you end up being ignorant. It’s about balance. And that’s what a good leader should be: someone who has the common sense to hear both sides of the story, to read both sides of the coin. Otherwise, we are rejecting part of the nation that has different views. We must think logically to reach some kind of constructive outcome.
I think a lot of people in the UK are talking about American politics at the moment. I know my guests have discussed it with me in passing, in a jolly way (it’s tourism, I keep things light). And also the community here chatters about all the drama in the world. As for me, well, I have always liked Donald Trump. And when society makes us feel we are not able to speak positively of a person we admire, then we too fall under the bully spectrum. To not feel able to speak out about our likes, when indeed our current world thrives on the negative and the nastiness. The pile-on of political hatred and extremism right (and left) across the board. It’s not intelligent thinking at all. Small-minded people start civil wars that are so unnecessary. It’s blatantly obvious to those who sit on the fence of common sense, seeing the stirrers who are often hidden in fake pretty packages. Empty vessels make the most noise, and all that jazz...
I have many mixed race friends, and black music is the spirit of rhythm and dance. We all come in different shapes and sizes. Though in mixed societies, there’s not a real ‘white’ or ‘black’ skin. We’re many different shades and origins. And we can never truly know all our ancestors. I do believe ‘the woke’ thing has divided us. And it has caused political and cultural hatred. We must be careful that the actors in society do not use our principles to divide us. This can creep in with fake street rumors, hashtags, and misinformation spread across the web by ‘fake’ outlets. Basically, all types of gossiping. Sheep love gossip and bad actors.
We need to unite in our communities to promote kindness and support, ensuring everyone feels included. Otherwise, ego-driven power can strip away our uniqueness by creating division. This often distracts us from more serious issues like acts of war and premeditated riots. Where the vulnerable (sheep) are often caught up as chess pieces with absolutely no control of the outcome. Or in fact, often no idea what they are doing or the fundamental principles, in belief they are going to achieve a solution.
Moving on and importantly. I believe men and women need to get on. And as said before, many women are becoming less inclined to get to know the opposite sex for much of some of the above reasons. We can feel untrusting and cautious to the point of appearing defensive, when really most men are in need of our time and friendship. And nowadays, I hear the first thing either party may want to know about, is how your sexual organs perform — the size and capacity, the willingness to have sex on the first date. It’s hardly romance. And I wonder whether our younger generations even know what romance is? There’s so much porn available; is that their first perception of sex?
We need to put love back into our language. To flirt, fall in love, and be adventurous together. To make that one other person feel like a million dollars. To embrace all of the good things that life has for us by means of a sense of nurturing each other and going on silly dates. Or for those stuck in stagnant and dull routines, to rekindle your fires with one another and put the naughty back into bedtime. Even if that’s sharing ideas or a local pizza, it’s still togetherness. Little and often. Anything is effort. Though ‘stalking’ is not love. I may add at this point, as much as I love to write about romance, past attention from a nutter has never been less welcome. I have suffered great damage to my workplaces, car, garden and home.
Healthy loving that is consensual with two people who want to find peace and stability in their hearts is the answer to those who seek union. And with love we become better, healthier humans. We make wiser choices and we have less bad intention. Love is balance. When love becomes a wrangle, where there is turmoil and jealousy. We can only move forward and learn by our mistakes. Holding onto baggage is never the answer. And I wonder whether some of these people in the world who are spreading fear and hardship have ever loved at all. Or more likely, loved and lost. We can always love again. The world is full of new connections. New experiences. Only fear holds a fool back. Though most of all, ‘self love’ will stand with us eternally. And when we are in situations that make us doubt our own worth, don’t be afraid to close the door. There’s plenty more going on out there. Life’s a lesson. Learn it well. It is a great time to be alive.
We must remember ‘Legacy Media’, much of it wants to grow with us. Young people taking paths in journalism etc. It’s important to welcome that change and not let others influence the agenda into believing we are all at loggerheads with one another. There’s much positivity out there too. And individuals who work in media are posting their news across their social pages. Creating debate.
It all comes together as one big cake if we stop being angry. Gentle persuasion is more productive than arrogant meme’s and spiteful baiting. Think of the future, the next generation and how we as adults are perceived by attacking working sectors. We must encourage media journalism in all aspects and we must make any person who wants to work in those avenues feel inclusive and not belittled. There’s good and bad within all spectrums of news sharing. None of us are perfect by any standards!
Provoking a problem expands the most negative outcome. To choose friends wisely. A real mate won’t press buttons to start trouble on the doorstep, just to ‘get off’ on the aftermath. True friends/family will always want the best, above their own need for attention within any matter of goodness or indifference.
I will be leaving the X Platform. I have nothing to prove and nothing to gain. The nasty stuff, I don’t want in my thoughts. It was the very thing I tried to avoid. We must all stay in the positive light. Love is Stronger than Hate.
Tiffy Belle.
My News – Women’s Work
On November 8th 2024, Tiffy’s Place exchanged ownership. I wish the new owners ‘Claire and Richard’ all the best with the building. St Chads Road was an interesting street to occupy for over six years, alongside the other proprietors. A mixed bunch (to say the least). And I let the place go for less than I spent on the purchase and renovation. That aside, the memories, experience in all aspects of life and the entirety of the journey will remain priceless. Not to mention hand rearing a seagull. Adopting a Ginger Tom left for dead in a plant pot (my Billy). For whom has gone on to have some pretty edgy experiences around Lytham too. And then Buddy who belonged to neighbours and is now the little bloke who is our pack leader. He’s six next year.














I had three things to accomplish in a matter of days. Move out of the hotel, tend to the suffering of my beloved dog ‘Angel’ for whom would have been 18 on Xmas Day. And release the top floor of Windmill House that is currently occupied by a series of events that have left me somewhat drained for words.
More seems to be advancing in terms of positive progress for women and abuse. I am pleased. Not just pleased for the victims, but delighted for the men who stand by the women. Because we need to name and shame such acts of intimidation with less fear. For a long while men are increasingly becoming demonised because of a small percentage that do not represent the male species. The cowards of the male populous should be isolated, held accountable and removed from society in the name of ‘the good guys’ who often get tarred with the same brush.
Though, sole traders do not have as much protection as women who work within organisations, offering some kind of structure against harassment, terrorisation, baiting and stalking. In my case the perpetrator managed to get spyware inside of the building, to include my bedroom, recruiting clearly a team of criminals trained in targeting the victim, with slim chance of being caught. It’s not a common thing and due to the fact the Hampstead Comedian is not a multiple terrorist. That it’s me he is focused toward, puts my case in a tough situation as with all acts of cowardice and well thought acts of victimisation, his tracks are well covered. What a tragic way to go about life whilst simultaneously misleading the public. Ten years of social stalking and two further years of damage and interference of my property, garden, car and workplace, with the hacking of my personal devices thrown in for good measure.
But you can’t let a low life stop the natural transition of the worth of another. You just have to hope for a miracle of truth and change that can put the bloke where he belongs. That someone, somewhere will take the time to get the justice deserved for a trail of absolute horror for his own entertainment, where the need to create worry and hardship toward the lives of others (far removed) become a substitute for all that is lacking in his own (not very interesting) world.
When I read about what is happening to the women in Afghanistan, my recent experiences feel more acceptable by comparison. Yet, I am left with a daily feeling of frustration that I do not currently have the tools to find the rightful salvation for the women and girls whose lives currently exist of nothing other than vague hope and total despair. To be covered from head to foot with involuntary robes, no education. Not even allowed to listen to music or express creative skills. It’s barbaric. A repugnant sense of financial deprivation and control of human life. We are all born with our rights to freedom. No man is big enough to break the spirit of the sisterhood. And there’s nothing more depraved than the male who wishes to do so. It’s the work of Satan. And Satan hides within fools who would not cope under the same environments they so readily rejoice with acts of abuse toward women and girls.
And there is no woman more corrupt than she who justifies the abuse of her sisters. Who allows lies and phycological acts of sordid deeds to go without her defense. We the sisterhood, we nurture. We are abundant in our cyclical nature. We give life and we take the burden of our soul source, the universe. We need to awaken and rise because the world is our only home. Everything is life. That said, each living thing has the right to die with dignity. But nature can be cruel.
There is no glory in suffering that can be avoided. Shame on war. Shame on the money machines that create it. Homes, families, environments torn down at the click of a button, whilst the smug dictators feast in bunkers made of fools gold.
Tiffy Belle.
Clarity by Tiffany Belle Harper.
Do any of you ever consider turning off your 5G and unplugging the web from your private space for an hour or a week. Imagine a world without intrusion or bias. Imagine a spell of time without complications and bad news.

Gaining freedom to use a charitable heart. To find causes close by, instead of a like or a share on a social platform.
And what about how, without those invisible frequencies travelling through your space, the air would seem clearer and thoughts gain clarity.
We can write letters, ask a neighbour to pass on a message. We can trust the birds to spread our unspoken fears. We can pray, meditate, write thoughts and memoirs by hand. We can be free of nosey minds, bad intentions and negative energies. In turn our entire surroundings become our own vibe. Trueness, love, hope and a worthy solitude.
We can live, for those moments in peace. Where fact is not fiction. Where life is not fear and where seeds become flowers of design, innovation and all things lovely.
We can go for a walk, spend time in the garden. Many ways to escape momentarily. But the home is our cave. Let’s clear the way for Spring. The stagnancy of winter. The place where we manifest our roots to stand solid against all storms. Stronger. Wiser. Awake. A clear Conscience.
To trust in Karmic Law – that one day, each one of us stand before. We can dowse with sage, sticks and incense. To remove all we do not require in a liberated and free society. One day we will all be free of sabotage, rape and forced invasion.
Tiffany. X
Blackpool! Are we ready for Porter Girl
We’ve got this one coming to see us in July 2021. She may even leave a few signed books lying around the rooms … sort of like a treasure trail but with twists and turns … perish the thought. No seriously this is not a working purpose blog. Friends don’t need to do that. Lucy Brazier writes as a hobby because she is one busy and totally smitten young lady!

Lucy is here to get involved with the below event. My neighbour Lisa runs so I must make sure they get to know one another. Humans are all welcome at any time. Just let me know with plenty of forewarning so I can ensure I am home. I will find somewhere to put you but it won’t be the apartment as this is the place where everyone can fuck off. Joke … yes, something people used to do often. Did you know smiling makes you live longer and a smile starts with the eyes. I noticed this more when people started to wear masks in supermarkets. It can be flirty and dirty! But I am taken. Get on your knees my beautiful ‘gimp’. Let’s make melts …

Life is about gathering our ‘real time’ experiences and baking them into a beautiful cake full of laughter and optimism. I am preparing my new pamper boxes. So many orders I do not quite know where to start. Thank You.
Tales of mystery and suspense with a lot of cliff hangers inspired by her own adventures back at University as a key holder. Lucy edited my book to chapter 21 but it’s on hold as we are living out our own stories in this big world of ours. Thank God for Cats! What would life be without at least one to act on your behalf? Happy to oblige.
Porter Girl. Writer. Author. MISCHIEF MAKER …
Tiff. X