I asked the universe when I was a child to give me what I had to do. I said I was not afraid. I decided to honour my child hood wish throughout my life. For this I have been taught lessons. Mainly about the weakness of others.
My life got signed away to a place in Blackpool for five years with very bad landlords. My gut feeling said danger but my heart said follow your journey. People take the piss believing the kind are foolish – but eventually all that matters is real love. When the shit hits the fan we discover who matters most. And I have something so special. I believe he saved my life at Christmas. I had a virus for nearly five weeks. I was alone in the dark. I was ready to go and even prepared myself to look okay in a coffin. At the same time I feared someone may burn down where I lived. I was quite literally the victim of mindful hatred – I did not sleep. I was too afraid to do that. I had done nothing wrong. I tried to make amends with my karma but could not find a reason to deserve feeling so afraid and unwell. On reflection lack of sleep, a sense of despair and a huge responsibility got the better of me. I was losing keys, misplacing my glasses, trying to cook stuff I had never prepared to paying guests. My self esteem became so bad I was too afraid to keep up with blog – as in addition I still had the internet baggage clutching on for books and drunken script writing. The lowest form of scum. No innovation. Just cash.
But the love and the friendships are something that I have been given from Angels. To meet strangers and find ways to connect on so many levels.
Also I want to say Happy Mum’s Dad to my mum and thank you for the flowers you sent to me on behalf of the family plus the Prosecco. I felt like a queen yesterday when they arrived. It has been almost a year of being the underdog but I love it here. It is where I am needed for now at least. I love the challenge of staying strong in my faith. Thanks mum for being my greatest critic and toughest ali – also a silent mentor. I realise now how hard you have worked for all of us. I am so sorry I never get to see you and dad. But you have never been in my heart as much as you both are now.
The photo is of Shnuggles, my eldest son’s cat. She is a feral. She came in the window one day and never left his side. Thank you for looking after him for me. I miss you all like crazy and I will never let anyone hurt you.
We have to smile and be thankful that new things are happening. I want you to be proud. No person should feel they have to hide from those who have so much less than true love. We are all so lucky. I am so in love! And I know I am a handful but I am doing what I want to do. I cannot stop people from coming here who wish me harm but I certainly should never give up sharing love with my friends and family because of them. They don’t realise what they are doing and they need help most. So let us send love but never attention. Focusing only on what matters for our soul groups.
The reason human beings are the least intelligent form of life in the universe is because they think too hard and do too little. This is why we need music. Those who die young are not the weakest. It has nothing to do with age. The problem with this current breed of Western men is purely ego and bias. A fake portrayal of how it really is. But music hides nothing.
Just daydreaming about me … probably the most three commonly spoken sentences I have made in my life so far are as follows:-
- Always wash your hands when you go to the toilet.
- Have you eaten properly today
My mind is really that simple. TBH®
ps and those windows I designed myself. I love glass.
Yesterday at noon … was a big milestone for me and my family. After a very tough year, but also one of my best, a gorgeous Victorian villa became mine. I feel humble. I have worked so hard and lost so much but I feel of value to you all today. I hope I don’t let myself or the people close to my heart down. It is a miracle. I never believed I could do this. I would rather tell you all about it when I have started the renovation. It is a real labour of love.
We all need a worry monster and fortunately I have a very patient one. I don’t know how he puts up with me but he does. I tell him everything and he knows that magic is real.
Thank you …
There’s a squirrel on your keyboard and a parasol in your hat. The world could not be without you darling. I struggle sharing you. Sorry.
Posted on March 29, 2019
The most dangerous thing you can be is, ‘off grid’ but then how would you manage without your mobile phones? just like terrorism hates the west and the east blows fortune then the south thrive sun with gorgeous black skin. The North. Well. The North is for Angels. For all of us – as one.
Tiffany Belle Harper. There are fairies, there is magic. Carpe Diem and Namaste. May your souls define the new word for energetical values. Words will never define you. Words are the last portal to grab at ego. There is so much more. TBD®
This will be my last blog here for a while as having sold my house, I am working towards a new project and I have also learned many things from this existing situation. It’s been horrific in some respects – but gorgeous, in that I have met new people who have blessed my life. I am not the least bit interested in brexit, reviews, scroungers, politics, religion, hate, ego, greed, current news, social media, social affairs, your relationships, books or films, numbers, colours, bullshit, back biting, bullying, false assumptions, fake news and third hand whispers and ridiculous gossiping. Time to be selfish. Selfish for my family, the love of my life and the people I care for in the real world. That’s enough to cope with right now. Tiff. X
Do you all remember when those stuck in the dark were told we are going to war. We sent thousands of children to fight for our country? They all died for nothing. No wonder we have ghosts. We must try to stop filling the children’s heads with gossip. It’s cruel and wicked.
Tiffany Belle Harper.
My girl works hard – I give her little praise – she works only with love – I will die for her my little minx. My babe. #always #littleminx
I feel very frustrated with myself. I do not know how anyone can sit and write a whole book at once. I find myself distracted by so many things. I need an alter ego to write alongside myself – another me – two of us at once. A dual existence … sigh. Daydreaming. I am not very good at ‘days off’ in pensive mode. I always feel so guilty I am not addressing emails, queries, accounting for expenses for the new project … and … worrying in general.
I suppose we all need to learn to switch off and enjoy quality moments without guilt. To not fear our own private thoughts. We all need space. (She says, despite admitting to jealousy issues … sorry … lol).
This time last year, I was wandering, writing … I thought I knew my head and heart. This year, nothing could be more different. I am living in a place I never thought possible. I am living a life that has a routine and I am responsible for strangers. It is is surreal. A dream – a nightmare – a passion – a challenge – a myth – fantasy – reality. Everything … there is happiness, fear and never knowing. I do worry. But I am thankful to be alive and in love. Distant or near. It’s in the heart – the eyes – the soul – infinite twisted through a heart. Like a left rib.
Plus I stood sideways in the mirror tonight and I look pregnant. I can assure you I am not (well not in an earthly sense) maybe some universal being is using me as a portal for someone else? It’s not a fat podge but like I have a real maternity bump … It could be a phantom pregnancy? I do admit though, I have been eating weird food and this is not a conscious decision. I hate waste. I hate greedy people who put more food on their plates than they know they are going to eat. So I become like a intermediary between their waste and the bin. Also I drink beer now and again. This is not because I am more social. Quite the opposite. I sneak into my bar in the night and grab a bottle just for the sheer fun factor and thrill of being able to do that. What has my life become?
On the upside I have sourced some amazing art. A night of worrying. Worrying about just about everything. Help! Or maybe all of above is anxiety that is induced by bathing in Mongolian rock salt. This procedure not only detoxes the body but also the mind. Perhaps I am in the midst of a ninth dimensional energetical shift. Yes. I prefer this concept.
ps I tend to blog most when avoiding a chapter. I am a coward – lazy at times.
A child born with a completely logical brain. Not controlled by the establishment or preconceived ideas. A free and talented spirit pulled into a fake system. Children and trolls, children are learning much faster than we are. Children are awake so who are we to judge. Adults, don’t grow up. Get younger. Feel the life and learn from them. TBH®