“Run from what’s comfortable. Forget safety. Live where you fear to live. Destroy your reputation. Be notorious. I have tried prudent planning long enough. From now on I’ll be mad.”
Even my parents-in-law, who are from that generation that OBEYED orders from above, can see what is going on now.
They, too, have lost all faith in government and “news” and society as it is now.
The Great Awakening has many layers. There were those of us who always questioned authority. Even when I served as a teenager in H.M. Forces I had this innate knowledge that respect is EARNED not given just because y’all went to Sandhurst and had shiny decorations on your shoulders.
Then there are those who gave birth to the “truth” community. They have uncovered so much, so many lies………..!
Now we have a new wave of WOKE people who see right through the “truth” community…. and so many new lies!
But, much like those whom these Truthers denigrate and verbally spit upon, this same community is STILL incapable of taking account for what they have done. I.E. Trodden the same path as those they proclaim to despise.
There is no real love there. Just numbers – subs, views, videos produced, followers, believers (Hallelujah) and ways that y’all can make donations.
They are now being seen for what they truly are. And people like me – who questioned them years ago – are now Banned. Dead. Hidden. Abused. Threatened. Humiliated.
Still!
But y’all CANNOT stop those who come behind us and question. And debunk. And disbelieve. And need answers.
WHY?
What you IGNORE, ENDURES.
If not me or those of my ilk – there will always be others demanding answers that these truthers can never confront.
WHY?
I’m Scottish. We do NOT kiss arse. We confront and challenge and operate under the Divine Law of TOUGH LOVE.
…just off landfall at Whitby but in full panic because the hold is holding many coffins full of mud. There is a shape-shifting MAD DOG on the loose and the only thing the Captain can do (as sole survivor) is strap himself to the wheel and pray to God for deliverance.
BTW – Demeter is the Greek Goddess of the Earth. Food. Agriculture. Grain. LIFE and also the mother of Persephone, who was kidnapped by Hades and forced to spend half a year underground.
Am I the only person who sees these VAMPIRES feeding off our ignorance and stupidity?
Way back in October 2019 I wrote a post about CNN (Chicken Noodle News) in HongKong and got this comment from Ms. LOL@NO.COM
My ABSOLUTE TRUE REPLY was :
And I’m still getting these kind of BS GTFouttaHere comments to this day.
Why?
We went to Hong Kong to visit our office there. FACT.
I WAS the 49% owner and director of a multi/international UK Ltd (fully registered at Companies House – paying 70% Corporation Tax) Security Company along with my 51% husband.
YouTube HATES truth. True Truth.
YouTube IS Disney Fantasy Land where anyone can do, be, say anything that they want.
Greta Brookes was KILLED by youtube TRUTHERS.
And not a single ET TU BRUTI gives a flying fuck.
Shame on y’all.
We were given the chance to unite and fight against THE THEY. Some just fought against their own. Blue on Blue.
Sad but TRUE.
For once in my life I’ve got something to say I want to say it now for now is today A love has been given so why not enjoy So let’s all grab and let’s all enjoy If the kids are united then we’ll never be divided If the kids are united then we’ll never be divided Just take a look around you What do you see
Dinah Lampitt became a friend of mine. She even did my horoscope reading for free. She is a Virgo and I’m Virgo Rising and complained online about how I get very organised each year around September.
I’ve read all her books – including this one.
England at the time of Edward III — a time when marriageable daughters were welcome currency in the plans of ambitious men.
In the Sussex village of Mayfield, the young and beautiful Oriel de Sharndene has been forced into marriage with the Archbishop of Canterbury’s brother though she loves a handsome Gascon squire.
Yet all is not as it seems, for these are three people who have not only met in another life but are fated to meet again and again.
From medieval England to the witch hunts of the seventeenth century and the smuggling and highwaymen of the eighteenth, TO SLEEP NO MORE is an unforgettable tale of three characters whose souls can not rest until their final destiny has been resolved.
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What is it with people today who will not let the dead sleep?
Are the they the modern Resurrection Men?
Oooh. That’s very effed up and creepy.
BTW : Despite what FEB and his mates have taught y’all. The iron grills around graves were not ANTIQUITECH. They were there to stop grave robbers. And called MORTSAFE.
I’m an Historian. I learned about the MSHist of this decades ago. Recent stuff has interfered with my sleep ( makes me antsy?!) and this is about the 3rd week listening to Phil Rickman’s Merrily book The Secrets of Pain.
Why?
Because it’s slightly painful and NOT relaxing.
He goes deep, deep, deep into Mithraism as practised by the “Romans” and connects the whole myth with the SAS. Mithras was the SOLDIER’S GOD. And blood was his everything
The murderee is called Mansell BULL who is slaughtered in his own farmyard and the murderer is seen running away, covered in blood
He has a brother called Solus Bull who is tupping D.I Frannie Bliss’s estranged wife and is a popular media hero.
OK. This is year 3 or 4 of Sparrowhawks in our garden.
Amazing birds but (like Dracula) birds of prey.
Peep.Peep.Peep.Peep. All day and all night.
The garden is now sans (without) sparrows, tits, wrens. The blackbirds are skitty. The pigeons too. And the baby rabbits need eyes in the top of their heads and their behinds. Hawk or cat.
Where am I going?
Well. The peep peep is insistent. I wake up in the night and thrash around and somehow make the audiobook go from Poirot to Bram Stoker.
All roads lead to Transylvania. Done this too many times to take myself seriously.
Today I’ll be a UnBovvered/Irreverent Historian.
Woof says Van Helsing. One could write a song called Woof, yes?
P.S. When I posted here about my Shamanic Journey with Leslie Kenton and meeting a my totem animal – a WOLF – UAV had such fun with this fact over more than one platform.
What goes around, comes around. WHICH WITCH IS WHICH?
I gave all my support to a totally vile and undeserving person and gained 4 years of hell and damnation.
My father-in-law joined the Royal Engineers aged 15.
All the time I’ve known him, he and his fellow recruits from that intake met each year in Pontefract for a reunion.
As of this year, there are only two or three still alive.
Grandad has suffered for years with skin cancer. His son and daughter and my son all have psoriasis. All three of his children have mild to severe medical problems.
He was on Christmas Island in 1958. Years ago, those who were there got together to sue the M.O.D. for their medical problems. The M(inistry) O(f) D(efence) denied all liability.
This is absolute LIVING HISTORY TRUTH.
Fact!
Grandad is now 83 and failing. From the age of 15 to 65 he served Queen and Country. Now they ignore him. He was just a stupid, innocent, loyal test subject from long ago.
Annie and Dave are fabby famous. So this song is Known by many.
Kelvin Kyte? And why bring him into it?
PAY ATTENTION to the music video. Read the below. And work IT OUT yo’self. FFS.
Hint?
Nah :o)
Just words.
Thttps://www.bookseries.org/series/the-cold-calling/he characters are real people with real issues and the mysteries are dissected and solved in ways that make sense for a crime fiction story. However, the books are also heavily steeped in the supernatural.
Rickman, the author, understands religions and lore and folktales, and whatever he doesn’t know he researches thoroughly. This shows in The Cold Calling.
The series revolves around the experiences of Bobby Maiden, Marcus Bacton, Sister Anderson, and Cindy.
Cindy is a cross-dressing Shaman. When readers encounter him in the first novel (The Cold Calling), Cindy is certain that a landlady’s daughter was killed by the same person who took the life of William Rufus a long time ago.
Because of a lack of concrete evidence, no one gives Cindy’s ramblings any consideration and that, in turn, drives Cindy to undertake his own investigation.
Bobby Maiden is one of the police officers that choose to ignore Cindy’s claims, and for good reason. Bobby’s life is unraveling. Not only did his marriage implode but he discovered evidence pinning his boss to a corruption case.
When the boss in question retaliates, Bobby actually dies, only to revive a little while later. For Sister Anderson, death is nothing new. And as far as she knows, most people that return to the world of the living typically report visions of a bright light.
But for Bobby, the afterlife was a nightmare, and even after he revives, he cannot find peace. Terrible dreams torment him. If that wasn’t enough, Bobby knows that his boss will orchestrate another accident the first chance he gets.
So when Sister Anderson, a nurse that was miraculously healed and whose own healing powers brought him back to life, offers him sanctuary, Bobby accepts.
It is through Anderson that Bobby meets Marcus, a student of the supernatural, and Grayle Underhill, an American journalist who writes a New Age column in the New Yorker.
Grayle, Cindy, Bobby, Anderson, and Marcus must band together to overcome the mystical source of their respective challenges.
The Cold Calling series tells their story. Each novel follows the distinct journeys of the individual characters as they pull away from one another and then snap back together, forced to reconnect by unexpected circumstances.
BEST THE COLD CALLING BOOKS
These novels are most commonly commended for their magnetic characters and grounded exploration of incredible paranormal occurrences, with some of the best books in the series including:
The Cold Calling: Marcus lives in the ruin of an ancient castle. His life is hardly ordinary. After all, his housekeeper saw the Virgin Mary at a prehistoric burial mound.
When a television archaeologist buys the burial mound and then attempts to acquire the ancient castle, Marcus wants to fight back.
However, distractions keep pushing their way into his life. Chief amongst them is Bobby Maiden. The DI was killed by his corrupt boss. But then sister Anderson, a nurse, and alternative healer brought him back.
Now he is plagued by frightening dreams. Anderson brings Bobby to Marcus because she thinks he can help the police officer.
Meanwhile, Cindy, a ventriloquist, is certain that a serial killer is on the loose. However, he has no proof and no one will listen to him.
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SIDE NOTE :
I have not counted the number of times that Phil/Will has had a pop at Richard Dawkins in his many novels.
But enough to tell us what he thinks of this #famous person/darwinian/atheist.
Back to Annie and Dave AND Stranger Danger. Gotta love past insults :o)
I spoke my thoughts out loud the other day and expected the usual response.
Expletives Deleted but basically – don’t be such an arse.
Surprised that he listened, I expanded my theory. About electric cars and where we are going in the future.
Long story short – Get an electric car and the onus is on you. Y’all have leccy at home – use it. And if you run out of juice – you can’t blame anyone else.
A bit like online shopping. You bought it. I described it perfectly. CAVEAT EMPTOR. Buyer beware so go forth and multiply.
It’s such an easy cop out. In principal. In reality………?!?
Doing 90mph in the outside lane of the motorway and the electrics fail. Massive pile up. Multi tragedy.
Push the blame elsewhere and then… AND THEN…. bring out the Global Warming Card. Which is ALSO YOUR FAULT.
If you listen to certain yt “truthers” all of this kind of stuff is B.S.
All organised and planned and actors and dupers delight and slitty pupils and All History Is a Lie and the “elite” and NWO and WHO and “controllers” and…and…and…
Maybe in the good ole Us of A but not here.
Or Ulster.
I’ve SEEN the damage a bomb can do. Lisburn. My son in a pushchair. The Wimpy got blown to buggery….same as before, me, son, the TA (Territorial Army Centre) blown to buggery as we were walking into town.
Some stuff is indelibly printed on a mind.
So this was a scam?
DON’T LOOK BACK IN ANGER.
Noel then the families of the dead and injured and those who tried to help.
There is too much evidence collected over the past 3 and a half years (and stored for future use) to make any of this mere coincidence or synchronicity.
No matter where I go on yt – I’m followed by demons whose sole aim is to destroy every single connection I make.
The one below happened a couple of days ago.
And every single time I publicly warn the channel owner – I AM TRASHED TO HELL.
Hey y’all – TRASH me in public and you WILL get revealed in public.
Greta Brookes’ name was made shit and unwanted….Now Uncontrolled Historian’s name is going the same way.
EVERY SINGLE PERSON on yt now gives me the STINK EYE.
Why?
Because I’ll NOT take this disgusting, diabolical, demonic dissing FROM ANYONE.
Never have. Never will.
I’ve lost too many friends and colleagues to sit quietly in a corner, sucking my thumb and screaming for Mummy.
Watch the video below and SEE YOURSELVES AS I SEE YOU.
But it is HUGE part of my literature/history/hidden journey.
Allegory can be as confusing as eff.
The Romance of the Rose was written in two stages by two authors. In the first stage of composition, circa 1230, Guillaume de Lorris wrote 4,058 verses describing a courtier’s attempts at wooing his beloved woman. The first part of the poem’s story is set in a walled garden, an example of a locus amoenus, a traditional literary topos in epic poetry and chivalric romance. Forty-five years later, circa 1275, in the second stage of composition, Jean de Meun or Jehan Clopinel wrote 17,724 additional lines, in which he expanded the roles of his predecessor’s allegorical personages, such as Reason and Friend, and added new ones, such as Nature and Genius. They, in encyclopedic breadth, discuss the philosophy of love.
I’m a rose grower. I have about 20 rose bushes in my garden. All but 2 planted by me.
A ROSE by any other name etc…….
Oh. And. DO NOT get onto the book to the left of Romance of the Rose. Delta of Venus by Anaïs Nin.
It started for me in 2018. I’d spent almost a year watching videos by certain yt creators. Then I joined the “trooth” community via FEB in January 2019
Stuff went viral. See image above.
Woohoooooo! Not :o(
I was given the label of Desperate Chick on yt in search of a babe.
It got so much worse from there. Banned. Trolled. Insulted. Threatened. Humiliated. Ignored. Ghosted. Blocked. Demonised. Hated. Patreon account destroyed. New website destroyed. Work destroyed.
Some of ’em even quoted MY OWN WORK at me and called me evil.
Y’all can see how my life turned from a respected writer to a toxic know-nothing nobody.
FACTS. EVIDENCE.
Here’s what I’m still seen as all these years later …A Desperate Housewife.
Yay. That’s me. Married to the same man since 1483 and now searching for a yt boy toy.
I’v always blamed Lady M for the past almost 4 years. But…
…She was also failed. Something happened over a decade before that led to her campaign of destruction. She was replaced by another. Maybe several others, for a time.
Hell hath no fury etc etc.
But – credit where credit is due. She was dealing with a man who, though outwardly saintly and gentlemanly, proved to be incapable of making the proper/good/right choices.
Their power struggle – though intensely private in nature – was performed on a world stage. All bystanders were tainted by their combined ambitions and the flowing of blood spread far and wide. Staining everyone with a vile stench.
I once had the brass neck to tell them both to stop their pathetic oneupmanship games because there was a whole world that needed healing. That was 2019. I’m still #banned. And their BS is still playing out.
Best to leave them to it and walk away. They are perfect together. True soul-mates.
…a yt content creator talking about HISTORY with zero knowledge about their subject.
I’ve watched all but one (and shared their work here) of the 6 below.
Bernadette is my go to for TRUTH and FACTS. Abby, Nicole and Karolina – I’m just a huge fan of all of them. The other dress historian, I’m sorry, I don’t know.
As for Weird History Channel………commentless!
This is a stinky dirty job but it HAS to be done. Or else FAKE HISTORY will dominate everything.
I’ve seen too much eff-ery for too long. And an expert has every right to stand up and HOWL their disgust. FACT!
Yesterday I was “accused” of putting on make-up. Purple eyeshadow on my right eye – to be precise.
Yeah. Symbolism everywhere.
I actually, factually walked into the bathroom door in the middle of the night and gave myself a black (a nice shade of purple now) eye.
The video below is DK’s take on an infamous case that happened quite recently in the UK. I remember going through all the emotions too, as every day, everywhere, we were given “facts” about what had happened.
I didn’t watch that infamous Press Conference live. Thank God.
The MOST HATED DAD IN THE UK aka WHAT SOME PEOPLE WILL DO JUST TO GET FAME & FORTUNE.
Almost 4 years later – I KNOW that the many will NEVER wake up.
They call themselves woke.
Like I could call myself drop dead beautiful, sexy as F and a genius. LOL….
Sorry. Just made myself laugh there.
I’m (so the internet says) EVIL, OLD and pig shit ignorant.
Oooooh. Am I projecting MY faults on others as FEB so publicly posted ?
I’m just an ordinary girl trying my hardest to help my family and myself. F A C T.
And I’m soooooo not chained to the mirror. That reflection is just False, Fake, Foney and the total opposite of ME!
P.S. For those expert gematria peeps. The number 10 on the door – that means THE END in tarot. When you reach 10, y’all go back to 0. THE FOOL. And start the stupid again…and again…and again.
Check it out. I’ve seen it far too many times to ever go back there.
You get to wondering wtf are these “reset/1850” personas actually talking about. Honestly. It boggles my mind.
HISTORY IS PEOPLE
Rewind. Repeat.
Who writes history? The buildings? The grass? The sky? The antiquetech?
Nope. THE EFFING PEOPLE write/record history.
Oooh. I have a picture of some demolished buildings. The inheritors came in after Noah and re-wrote the Bible.
Yuh. K. M’eh. #SoBeItBecauseY’allSaySo aka AMEN.
All three of the buildings that I’ve owned have come with REAL PEOPLE with REAL life stories about their REAL family history. With photographs.
Mr Lawrence gave me a photo of his mother and aunts playing tennis on our back lawn around the 19 teens. All wearing those gorgeous white, flowing Edwardian gowns.
A REAL LIFE PHOTOGRAPH – un-poh-hoto-shopped by computer.
I’d despair if I could be bothered. I’m just here to give y’all THE MESSAGE.
In 1934, the dying composer Sir Edward Elgar feebly whistled to a friend the theme from his Cello Concerto and said, “If you’re walking on the Malvern Hills and hear that, don’t be frightened. It’s only me.” Seventy years later, Merrily Watkins—parish priest and Deliverance Consultant to the Diocese of Hereford—is called in to investigate an alleged paranormal dimension in a spate of road accidents in the Malvern village of Wychehill. There, Merrily discovers new tensions in Elgar’s countryside. The proposed takeover of a local pub by a nightclub owner with a criminal reputation has become the battleground between the defenders of Olde Englande and the hard men of the drug world—with extreme and sinister elements on both sides. And as the choral society prepares to stage an open-air performance of Elgar’s Caractacus at a prehistoric hill fort, the deaths begin…Another spellbinding thriller in Phil Rickman’s lauded occult mystery series.
Who the fluff is Mr. Phoebus?
He’s more down-to-earth than you’d imagine.
As for Caractacus Hill – been there done that. Caradog…betrayed by Cartimandua to the Romans. His son, Linus, was supposedly the Very First Bishop of Rome.
Let’s get Hysterically Historical here with a magical, musical, mystery tour :o)
Oh. And sorry for the vernacular but – when a pig-shit-ignorant ytber stands on an altar stone smoking a spliff and pontificating about how wonderful he is……I exit stage left.
That’s how I know them. Most write Gallowglass but…whatever. We are all Different.
I’M NOT :o)
Sorry. That’s my immediate response to the phrase, We are All Different.
Anyway and whatever. Let’s go to the font of ALL Knowledge for a description.
The gallowglasses (also spelled galloglass, gallowglas or galloglas; from Irish: gall óglaigh meaning foreign warriors) were a class of elite mercenarywarriors who were principally members of the Norse-Gaelic clans of Ireland between the mid 13th century and late 16th century. Originally applied to Scots, who shared a common background and language with the Irish, but as they were descendants of 10th-century Norse settlers who had intermarried with the local population in western Scotland, the Irish called them Gall Gaeil (“foreign Gaels”).
Yeah.
That’d be Scottish. Norse. Irish. Warriors.
And Albrecht Durer? ? ?
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Bruce is with The Bruce who knew all about the Gallowglas and went to them for help way back in 1315 (or so they say!)
Whatever timeline or name or place or whatever – the essence is ALWAYS the same.
When in need – Call 0800 VIKING/GAEL/SCOT to fight for y’all :o)
Yes. They were needed in the beginning. All those who gave us a different POV from the norm. Much needed. But…
…A portal was opened – albeit innocently – to the darkest of the dark. The takers. The fakes. The Wannabes. The Know-it-Alls. The Groupies. The Neo-Controllers. The FameSeekers.
The NARCS.
Entebbe has NOTHING on this hijack.
Who DARES WINS is the new game.
Who LIES WINS…?
Who FOLLOWS & LOVE-BOMBS WINS.
Who can create the PERFECT STORM WINS.
Meanwhile…people still suffer from abuse and bullying and isolation and hatred and death-threats.
Like me.
Hijacked.
Welcome to The GREAT Awakening, peeps.
Frère Jacques….Oh. No. There was no J in th’alphabet. My bad :o(
My house was built in 1836. Fact. I have the original plans and the architect’s name.
The Victorian Era started in 1837.
A wee bit before 1850 (?)
From year dot (or when I entered a yt chat room – stupidly!) I’ve been stolen from. A comment of mine from early 2019 – “Cloudbusting by Kate Bush.”
5 minutes later the song is mentioned on another yt FE/Truth channel.
So what is Steampunk? Eeeerm. It’s FantasyFiction based on a thin line of facts. Fantasied.
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“Cloudbusting” is a song written, produced and performed by English singer Kate Bush. It was the second single released from her number-one album Hounds of Love (1985). “Cloudbusting” peaked at No. 20 on the UK Singles Chart.
Taking inspiration from the 1973 Peter Reich memoir A Book of Dreams, which Bush read and found deeply moving, the song is about the very close relationship between psychiatrist and philosopher Wilhelm Reich and his young son, Peter, told from the point of view of the mature Peter. It describes the boy’s memories of his life with Reich on their family farm, called Orgonon, where the two spent time “cloudbusting”, a rain-making process which involved using a machine designed and built by Reich – a machine called a cloudbuster – to point at the sky. The lyrics further describes the elder Reich’s abrupt arrest and imprisonment, the pain of loss the young Peter felt, and his helplessness at being unable to protect his father.
I’m still struggling through RDHall’s videos from yesterday.
There is not a single person in my REAL LIFE that I could get to sit down and watch a minute of it. They’ve chosen not to learn beyond their own thoughts.
Sadly.
Owen Benjamin touched on it yesterday evening. I only caught a small amount of his daily stream (as per usual) but he sees all this from another angle too?
We all have the God Given Gift of intuition/gut-feeling/instinct/gnosis/whatever y’all choose to call it. It’s in our nature. It IS our NATURE.
Comment : I’ve not had time to watch the entire video. I’ll be back tomorrow or the next day to comment. Maybe. Dunno. Might.
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Evidence is mounting by the day, which shows that every make of COVID-19 jab is packed with carbon nanotubes and associated self assembling intra body nano network technology. In today’s show we present evidence from many independent studies, produced in several different countries, which have carefully examined the contents of the so called vaccines. From this evidence we are confident that the jabs main purpose is not a vaccine. It’s quite difficult to explain the evidence to a lay person, because most people are not familiar with recent advances in intra body nano technology. In the show we explain several of the major developments within nano technology, and describe the characteristics of various components that are now in use or have been developed. We then show that these components can be identified within the ‘vaccines’ across all the manufacturers. We need to move quickly to get this evidence to the public and to police forces, so that the vaccine centres can be closed down and quarantined, and the perpetrators arrested and sentenced with assault and grievous bodily harm with intent.
Himself works for the council. He’s one of those annoying blokes who holds up the traffic when there has been a fatal crash and the road is strewn with dead bodies that people want to film and upload on yt…
One of those who come out in the middle of the night when a tree has just crushed your house.
When there is a massive pot-hole in the road.
When the bridge is dangerously unstable and a 20 mile diversion has to put in place.
Him and his kind get screamed at regularly. They get eggs thrown at them. Or are shot at with piddly. piss poor guns. Or are threatened with being run over because some wanker is late for a meeting.
You know. Those invisible people who sometimes work a 19 hour day being essential to a bunch of absolute, entitled ingrates.
I’m talking about men and women that I know personally. Their true working lives. The ones who get paid just above the legal minimum wage for taking total BS from strangers and who are shorn of the right to retaliate in kind.
DIGNITY :
There’s a man I meet, walks up our street He’s a worker for the council Has been twenty years And he takes no lip off nobody And litter off the gutter Puts it in a bag And never thinks to mutter And he packs his lunch in a Sunblest bag The children call him Bogie He never lets on But I know ’cause he once told me He let me know a secret about the money in his kitty He’s gonna buy a dinghy Gonna call her Dignity
According to the Stanford Encyclopedia of Philosophy, its publication was “an important stimulus to the flowering of experimental research on imagery and memory.”[1]
Modern Library included The Art of Memory on its list of 100 best nonfiction books.[2]
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Most of us “moderns” will know this system via Tony Buzan or Sherlock.
And they can spot a wannabe a thousand miles away.
The only place that I have EVER talked about being an Empath is HERE. I don’t broadcast it all over the place.
I have days when I truly HATE being me. Feeling what I feel.
Whenever I have HONESTLY pointed out that certain people are doing the same old, same old chitty chat amongst their mates with zero interest in the video content creator’s words…I get the reaction above.
BTW : this was the first and last time that I EVER took part in a live chat using part of my DEAD mother’s name because Greta Brookes was so HATED. And the content creator AGREED to ban me.
