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Panorama Special ‘My Online Stalker’ on Catch-Up and a mini rant. Though life’s sweet.

My lovely mum got in touch to let me know, there’s a special on Panorama where a very brave victim of ‘online stalking’ has opened up about the experience.

I get sick of mentioning it, but when it’s tainting your life, it’s impossible to forget. Although my case is more complexed, since I had my Smart devices hacked and a cryptic resume on the sick bloke’s social pages of my life and movements. Dead birds around my doors. My bank card hacked. My solar lights cut in my garden last year. A fuse removed from my freezer in my summerhouse. There’s pages of endless predicaments.

Stand alone ‘online stalking’ is horrific. We are forced to live and work by means of the internet in one way or another. To do our banking, speak with clients etc. But once you’ve been hacked, it changes the way you do things. There are many types of stalking, intimidation and harassment. Though when it comes into our homes, there feels as though there is never any closure.

I had hoped by now, somebody could have got into his devices and stopped the torment. But not. What annoys me equally. are the people out there, who get paid to make our lives a misery. My hotel door was hacked, the garage door wire snapped. The back doors at home here and at work damaged. People ask me, why I have not told the police? Because how can I prove it’s the same person when there’s years of trying to explain the psychology, social baiting and interference! … Then in cases, such a stalker would relish having the upperhand in terms of calculated risks and targeted intimidation. Feeding the fire can often make it worse, where the victim becomes powerless. But then … ignoring the problem does not help either. I think I’ve coped very well, considering the financial and lifestyle loss to me. Losing my data, my right to privacy.

The only way to catch the coward, who uses third parties and the internet, is to hack them out of their own game with legal professionals. As otherwise where is the proof … apart from those who also see the patterns of the psychopath online and habitably. It’s just not worth letting it all destroy my peace. Keeping busy helps. Otherwise it starts to grind away. Over 12 years now. The bloke needs to get a real life and ‘professional’ medical help as opposed to paying ‘professional’ surveillance recruits.

Believe me the last type of man to catch my heart would be an addict with absolutely no adult knowledge in terms of life skills or emotional intelligence, whose physical appearance and character do not appeal in any way.

If someone wants to be around another, it’s a two way agreement. And I let people know. I wear my heart on my sleeve. Not always a good thing, but at least peeps know where they are with me. If I am hitting on someone I want, feel free to send me flowers. I keep it simple. If you need to stalk me, it’s cos my doors are closed, so fuck off. And ladies, if the guy you want doesn’t send you stems, then move on. They will whip up a bunch for the right one. Valentine Day will stay with me for a long while! I was digging around slums trying to help out a community. Last thing I needed was a big slap in the face, metaphorically speaking. But that’s life.

Anyway, watch the show. I hope it’s going to help others. Though sadly the perpetrators who need to watch it probably won’t. And it’s not just women who get stalked. I have a male friend across the pond who had a woman turning up at all his events to grab his attention. And apparently she uses the internet too! It’s caused utter heartache amongst his friends and family. A ‘typical’ Honey Trapper. All you need is one bad penny to upset the apple cart. But hopefully, the addicts of nastiness get to move on. Such unnecessary acts of revenge and spitefulness are never a resolve when people cannot have their own way. Jog On and get your Dignity in Check you Low Life.

I have been sorting out shoddy purchases all week. Really pissed off about it. I work hard for my money. Watch out for websites with AI images where the stuff arrives and it’s not even remotely like the listing. Then you can’t find a return address. I will add to this blog later along with the images of what was sent from China. I am not opposed to all Chinese goods, but I despise corruption. How many other people have used their website?!

I hope you are all having a fabulous day. Speak later. I am cleaning and thinking about new ideas. And remember folks! Most people are lovely.

Tiffy Belle. X

by Tiffany Belle Harper

It was Sunday. Charity begins at home.

It’s drizzly outside. Sunday morning. I have both guest rooms occupied, until they are ready to flee the nest. I hope they’ve enjoyed the town and my rooms? The dogs are snuggled up. Guinea pigs enjoying late night ‘veg’ reductions from Sainsbury’s. I get huge bags of cabbage and often a lettuce at rock bottom prices, if I go in late enough. The staff know it’s for my little fluffies. They live well. My beloved Spike and Toby, tiny squeakers!! Then there’s Billy Pumpkin my ‘once’ abandoned ‘street cat’ who is now some kind of Godhead in my apartment. Well … if you can call it that. I live in the dining room. Cosy.

Billy just seems to know when I’m under the weather or in need of some fuss. He will just plonk his ‘now’ huge ginger cat body on me, my laptop, or if I am sleeping, my head. I have many adventurous stories regarding my cat. Quite unbelievable. In-fact, all my pets have their tales to tell, through the words of me ‘of course’. I hope one day I can reawaken my writing, without the apprehension of first being hacked, before I click ‘publish.’ I must rise above it. Though losing the draft of a book from years back was not a great experience. Despite being badly written, it was mine. The list is endless. And still there are problems.

For now the birds are back for a couple of seasons. I do stop feeding the pigeons throughout the colder months, as otherwise they occupy my small garden in such large numbers, there’s an excessive amount of muck to clean up. The magpies and crows seem to know when it’s time to go. But never the pigeons. My house exterior often covered with them. I have my regulars. And they have babies. You get to know, cos often they visit with a smaller replicate in tow. Very sweet. Family is all around us. Feathers. Waves. Petals.

Though sadly I lost my doggy, ‘Angel’ last year. She was 18, well almost, (her birthday would have been Christmas day.) We rescued many beings together, me and Angel. It’s a long time to have a best friend. I still feel her about. Love never dies. And I often wonder whether our dearest do not have a species. That albeit a bird, dog or human. The reinvention of that love becomes something completely new in our higher universe. Where Angels are our wings. I do have a recent theory, incorporating Christianity and faith, which aligns with today’s world … and I promise I will write about it. (And I do need to share more.) My head never stops nattering and all of it resonates. I do ‘enjoy’ my company. (Perhaps, conceited for this … but so what.) And by the way, sorry about my grammar, I am ‘self educated’ and try to avoid AI for correction.

Let’s face it, we are all only here for a snap of time. So to me, it’s better to be thankful toward Earth, than to want to rip it apart. Pretty ridiculous really. Oh well … I sigh. The answers come soon enough. Each of us go home in the end. And we only take the truth. No social followings, bank balances or ruthless accomplishments. We are accountable for the goodness of our sacrifices. Where acts of malice (for example) as a result of malevolence or greed, do not count in the larger framework. Hostility being a weak word, such like jealousy and to will mental or physical hardship to innocent sentient beings. Though all of which can be amended when we turn to our faults and we learn by our findings. Where the negative infrastructure of what we do, probably goes into a void hole somewhere, along with the spirit of those who conduct the flames. Meanwhile, the vulnerable here, suffer for it most. And that includes our most treasured friends of all, nature and all her animals. Everything that’s meant to grow organically.

Each of us are born unique. We have our own credibility. As we develop into the world, before we know it. we reach an age where we start to grow out of it. And it’s during the stages of life’s tapestry, we can either use our lessons and experience to teach and to flourish. Or, become stagnant and bitter, in belief our shortfalls are for others to fix, as opposed to realising any need for self improvement and personal growth.

Through our experiences we can help others going through similar, to find the compassion to work with empathy. Or we can punish society for how our circumstances have made us feel. How we manifest our feelings shows our integrity or weakness. How we can admit to our mistakes and speak openly about our insecurities in likeminded circles.

Nothing can change the past. What we were is who we are today. Financial burdens, incarceration, despair. Loss. A range of unfortunate conditions. Though we are all magnificent in one way or another. And it’s not about waiting for validation from others, who in many cases are not even worthy of giving it. It is about self love and the ability to realise how far we have come on our journey. To reflect with our own affirmations. A brave thing to do, because ego hates positive people who do not rely ‘solely’ on the limelight. A shallow soul does not work with experience and change. But rather the source of others. The parasites of society. Often with little self worth. To the contrary of how they appear. For now, anyway.

There are those who dwell too deeply within the lives of others, reluctant to explore the many hurdles life can reveal during steps into the unknown. Often we are forced by circumstances beyond our control. Where power becomes the ability to file a lawsuit as a means to crush a helpless victim. The wealth to destroy entire communities. To play ‘God’ in battles where there is no winner. This is not leadership, this is satanic work, with only one common goal. MORE POWER!

Hidden hand signaling to control us by means of cults. But let us remind those hard at work to cage our freedom. You are NOT higher than God. For the universe is our greatest organic spyware. The Akashic, so to speak. But really … there’s no word to improvise such activity, as we are not meant to know until our dimension is ready to show us. We vibrate with a much higher frequency, where those who are awake will translate this how they wish. There is good or bad in every religion and establishment.

War is a distraction. It is a display of activity, where the people who are vulnerable, want to feel safe. Protected. And war can be manufactured to control our opinion with wrath, hatred and fear. War is an addiction. War is hate. This is WRONG!! Do we create hostility in an attempt to control the public?

My worry is that, in today’s society, no child, no teenager, no young person should be consumed with anxiety, fear and depression as a result of attunement to:

1. The world is going to end because we put the heating on and use transportation.

2. There is going to be a global war, so don’t bother with education, just worry instead.

3. You cannot express your fashion sense.

4. You cannot have open discussions in public or on the internet.

We as adults are not doing enough to make life an enjoyable experience for generations to come. No wonder it’s such a mess. Mental health is not a whim. Psychosis and Schizophrenia are very real. Autism, Asperger’s, ADHD, are very factual. We should not dismiss further research and the correct care, based on the scroungers of society using these conditions (that are hard to detect, particularly in introverts) to claim time and benefits. Slipping into the loophole to get free stuff. There are genuine cases out there that are not getting any help at all, because they suffer in silence.

We have no idea how many individuals are in their rooms right now, confused with too much information. A sense of loneliness. No role model in the real world. They turn to online streams that corrupt their mind.

We as a nation need to be aware of the danger signs. To help those who have lost their way get the correct help, within the (somewhat outdated) medical system. With counselling. Home visits. But in a compassionate structured way. Group meetings. To talk in a controlled, friendly environment with others suffering the same. That no person feels alone. Because, one day it could be too late. We lose a precious family member or loved one. We are unable to reach them and bring their mindset home to a safe space.

Until such thing affects us personally, it is very hard to make judgement. And I speak with experience as my heart has broken many times with a situation very close to me. With so much choice in the world, children may feel deluded, misguided, afraid. The educational system is so rigid. We as humans consist of many different attributes. It is important to teach of nature, charity, community. To determine our characters and how well we can integrate with our own tribe of like-minded in the real world. It is too late for many, but there’s time to help the rest. Our new arrivals to the planet. To not dismiss personality types in favour of trying to uniform the many different minds within our masculine and feminine.

I do not believe in removing sexual organs or hormones from human beings. It is barbaric. But I do support the ability for a male to be more feminine, or a female to be more masculine. It is our own choice. To accept our characters as we are made. To completely remove sexual transformations by means of invasive surgery to minors. Exterior vanity is very different to our reproductive organs. We should never mock a person for their social way of fashioning themselves. How many men wear make-up discretely, yet sneer at other men who wear make-up more dramatically? Is that not hypocritical? And right through the ages, battle attire has been a high fashion and theatrical statement. The articulate attention to detail of fine glove and shoe making. The helmets and intricate tunic detail.

The Romans wore gallant hand woven tabards, robes and tunics with immaculate sandals – attention to straps and design. Garlands of gold in their hair? In many countries around the world, men wear robes in favour of trousers. That said, there’s nothing sexier than a guy in a good suit within a Western state of powerful environments. Fashion is fashion. Fashion should never be prejudice. Many of us have already lost our right to free speech. Please. Don’t stop fashion too!! There is female and there is male. When we try to control our appearance we create a surge of diversity and in worst case, anarchy. Youth should be fun and on-trend. Where has our music and fashion gone to?

Moving on, we should try to be much more aware of ‘street drugs’. Where are they coming from and what are people smoking? How do these drugs affect decision making. It’s not like a group of friends going to a rave or a house party and having a social smoke. It is about people who are isolated in a room watching a screen. A dangerous cocktail of misinformation and mind altering chaos combined. Law Enforcement is not always the answer, as much as determining the source and protecting potential outcomes. Perhaps even consider plain clothes specialists within such areas to establish the truth?

I need to do more research. But there’s some kind of drug you can buy online that can make you regress back in your life. I would not imagine this is good for a person who is suffering with any mental health issue. That said, intriguing by the sound of it? I have a very good mind and legal experiments are fine to an extent. But the best drug of all has to be variety and hobbies. To explore the real world. Addiction is never the answer. Not for the addict and not for the victims.

We should also take into consideration the amount of children who are in Foster Care and Children’s Homes, or who live in a traumatic environment. Habitats where nobody ‘really’ loves them. Thus assuming it’s the parents job to ensure their children are not out on the streets, getting up to no good, or taking a regular shower. Preparing a meal or giving them enough money to buy a sandwich. There’s children who have nothing other than their laptops and phones. Together with any stuff in the real world that can give them a thrill. I realised too late how growing up in a broken home affects the children. We can be so caught up with work and our own problems, we may over-look the impact this all has on the kids.

As we grow through life, we change our opinions. This is good, because otherwise we become stuck in our ways, we struggle to break cycles and habits of no worth going forward. We grow through our environments and consideration. I myself have shifted massively with my assumptions, particularly these last couple of years. It is all about where we feel at home, where we fit in to a group or spectrum. It’s wrong to hold people to the past that simply wish to evolve. We forgive. We germinate in spirit. We find new tribes. We have different interests yet engage in discussions. We may change our appearance. We are free to expand without reprisal.

We learn by our mistakes and we grow organically into our best selves, without the need to go about wishing harm toward others. Though with today’s technology we cannot shake off unwanted attention. Like closing a door or moving to a new area. Because with the web, we are all potential victims of fraud, intimidation, stalking, harassment and sabotage. Our views, our history, our data. Our entire pasts can be tampered with at the hands of those who are driven by their emotional grievances. Where insecurity actually threatens our security. Potentially dangerous times.

But we can all live through it by keeping our minds anchored to the good in this world. The positive change. The fresh air that we are blessed to have. Clean water. To declutter our thoughts and provide space in our minds for our own progress in every small way possible. To encourage our circles to thrive, even in our differences. To feel safe and inclusive. Charity Starts at Home. Because each of us is special. A balance of solitude, community and nature.

Finally, and just a quick account of things. I can only apologise to President Trump if you did not like my gift to you that went alongside your award. My intentions were sincere and exceptionally positive. That said, the outcome was ‘for the best’, since I do realise it was just another awkward ‘thing’ much like the internet can be. But the sentiment remains the same.

Tiffy Belle. X

by Tiffany Belle Harper

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.

by Tiffany Belle Harper

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.

by Tiffany Belle Harper

‘Christmas Ice’ Wax Melts – ‘Sea Spray’ Soap – Charity and Pride Ball

This week Danielle and myself decided to find a good home for a brand-new ‘spare’ king sized mattress I had here. Basically, the first mattresses I purchased I hated, there’s still one on a bed. There were just two of them and I got them online. The ‘now’ beds are from a fabulous shop in Blackpool.

We tried a few charity shops that hadn’t got space, so … I suggested we went to The Salvation Army. It was a real eye opener. I don’t want to go into it as it’s such righteous work but basically there were babies there from other parts of the world cradled in their mother’s arms. We both felt so sad and helpless. Yet, The Salvation Army had nowhere to store the mattress and such a huge building? It’s likely I will be helping out over Christmas. As some of you know, I love to be with community projects during the festive season. I find it grounding and this is when I get to meet more interesting people on the ground being near to them. The eyes are the windows to our soul away from a lens.

Anyway, we then found a tiny charity shop over the road where a man takes in stuff, washes it and sells everything for just £2 each. He gives stuff to the needy for free. We found some ethnic clothing there and got it for the mannequins. I don’t want to put the name of it here but he is not hard to find. It is just a tiny place. Bless that man.

Moving on, we sourced some beautiful, intensely rich parfum oil online. It is expensive but worth it for my melts. Last night I wanted a distraction from work so made some large melts in beautiful moulds. ‘Christmas Ice’ they’re called. I am going to tell you hand on heart this is the best scent so far. Relive the magical aura that surrounds the festive season and evokes imagery of dazzling snowflakes caressing the frozen winter grounds. It’s a fresh and dynamic aroma that embodies the spirit of Christmas. We will be selling them around Blackpool. Danielle is going to gift box them up and next I am crafting some Sea Spray to compliment these gorgeous little darlings. Danielle will be making her first melts next week too! And soap! We are fully licensed in soap and fizz making. Our melts are CLP compliant.

And I have not forgotten the bath fizz it just gets messy but that’s coming next week, I hope to show  you a video of how they react in water and they’re all natural. The sea air makes it difficult to create a bomb so I applied for a license to fizz instead. It is quite extraordinary…

Belleva Gift boxes start from £12. Wax Melt boxes Start from £8. We can deliver locally or why not pick up and mix from Belleva – sample the scent before you make a purchase! And here’s the Sea Spray Hand Poured Soap at Belleva. All our products are 100% cruelty free, eco friendly and bio-degradable.

Anyway, time to potter.

Got some girls here going to the Pride Ball tonight. They’re dressing up later and asked me to photograph them. I bet it will be F.A.B.

Tiff. X

by Tiffany Belle Harper