Manifesting thieves.

Many adverts promising lies are thrown at us daily. You cannot open a single piece (if that’s the word) on social media, without some bullshit being peddled.

lets begin with the spam phone calls. No, I don’t feel sorry for the twit who’s taken a job, that he/she knows entails lying to people all day everyday. You’ve  installed the app that stops these calls, but these crooks are super smart, and by the time the app is installed, they’ve opened a new gateway.  You should know by now, that after you say “hello”, and you’re greeted with silence, (coz they’re trying to bypass app and plug in), it’s spam. Put the phone down. But we don’t. “I’ve got the app” you think, and feel safe. Maybe it’s old Aunty Mildred from Australia calling. But no…

A woman or man, normally a woman with the most efficient voice says “good day, is this x,y,z that I’m speaking to.” You answer “yes”, and OFF she goes, like a dog with a bone, rabbiting on about ‘an accident you had, which you’re owed compensation for’.

Slightly irritated, you put the phone down, not bothering to entertain her nonsense, and sometimes you yell a healthy F. OFF! Depending on your mood.

I scratch my head wondering…

How is it possible, for people to phone other people, knowing they’re talking absolute b.s. and feel nothing? She knows, before she puts the telepromt on, to read the lie to you, that she’s nothing but a low down pathetic liar. She or He, is aware that their job is to lie to people, and they’re okay with this! Like politicians and lawyers.

The worst however, is the “MANIFEST” lie. The thousands of adverts that cover our screens, promising soooo many ways to “manifest” dream jobs, partners, homes, ad nauseum…but the most revolting of this lie, is the promise of manifesting millions.

Why?  …

Because there truly are people, desperate people, who’ll spend their last dime signing up to some bogus site that promises to ensure the manifestation of their dreams, mostly money, (which doesn’t happen) , leaving such people feeling like losers (besides broke and depressed).

All confidence in Self is removed when the millions don’t manifest, leaving the desperate person feeling like a total failure and fool, and completely out of pocket. Of course, they’re blamed by the bogus thieves, who’ve taken their money, if they question why the manifesting didn’t come to fruition!

Lets put the bullshit into perspective;

The man or woman who presents The motivational video, that lures the unsuspecting viewer  is only an actor, filmed in hired locations, or studios, and you’ve swallowed it all, putting all of your energy, money and effort in, innocently believing and excitedly expecting!

If one uses just 1 brain cell, and if one had zero conscience, then that one would be the one hiring models and actors, hooking up websites with pictures of glory that’ll blow the unsuspecting persons mind, and that one would be rubbing their palms in delight, as the poor ba..ards give all their money, hoping to purchase heaven, only to land in hell.




War Children

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So there I was, riding on the train, minding my own business,  whenI looked up at the posters they display on trains, from the latest mobile phones, to clothing brands, when an advertisement caught my eye, and startled me; Frightened me, and If I had magic powers, a few ‘important’ people, would be sucking shit from a camels ass for food right now.

The poster of a terrified little girl, behind her, bombs exploding, she’s filthy (obviously), the town they’ve pictured her in, is all but rubble, and she’s alone, made my heart do a hundred somersaults.

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Then, what really put the cherry on the top of this horrific sight, was the advertisement line from the government asking the public for money to ‘help children in war torn Countries’!? huh? Yes, read it again….

So it goes like this; The USA and the UK, launch attacks on various Countries, in the name of greed.  For oil, for poppy seeds, gold and minerals of all kinds. Knowing that these Countries are helpless to fight back, they bomb the shit out of all the cities, not caring that there are  Mothers, pregnant woman, woman giving birth, crippled people, blind people, but mostly small innocent Children, who, whilst playing outside, are hustled quickly into their homes, by terrified Mothers, hearing the jets flying overhead,  and then, in horror see their neighbours houses get blown apart by  missiles.

The noise is deafening, and the Children scream in terror. They don’t yet realise that the friends who lived next door, are blown to pieces, arms and legs scattered around the rubble, but they see that their friends’ home is no more.

They huddle into their Mothers laps, scared stiff by what is happening, not understanding any of it. The noise, the screams, the sirens, and the mayhem promises to destroy these small Children’s lives forever. Those that survive that is.

So let’s see. The Governments of the strong Countries, slaughter the smaller Countries, in the name of greed. Children are left homeless, orphaned, traumatized out of their minds, petrified, at the hands of the offending Governments leaders – and then we, the public, who are totally against any kind of war, knowing it’s all bullshit, lies, smoke and mirrors, are asked to help donate money for these broken, homeless, orphaned, destroyed Children. and of course, we do. We, unlike the unruly indifferent powers that be, care. and boy, do those dipshits bank on our consciences. I mean we didn’t sign up, we didn’t fire a gun, we didn’t knife anyone, we just got on a train to go to a job, so that we can pay for a roof over our head, and BAM! we’re hit the horror of small children in pictures, begging for ‘the killing to stop’.

‘Why?‘ I ask myself. ‘Why is it, that the USA, the UK can joyfully bomb the crap out of anyone they please, but then THEY, the offending parties, do nothing to help the innocent that they’ve destroyed? Why is there not a WAR charity, set up by the very Governments who perpetrate these attacks, to give all the necessary aid to those who they’ve left in their wake of death and destruction,  crawling with legs blown off, little ones screaming for their parents, and those in hospital, who were already fighting for their lives, long having lost the fight. The hospitals are destroyed?

But hey people I forgot!…. there’s profit to be made in war! So, as the fat shit who sits in Office, drinking a swig or two of whiskey, the most expensive kind in the World, puffing on a Havana cigar, because ‘we’ve just won a victory folks! we secured the oil supply from Iran! Problem over!;  – leaving a Country behind filled with broken, shattered, panic stricken people, who have been thrown into a hell they could never have imagined existed. For what? Greed and hatred, he/she and their cohorts, are laughing loudly with a feeling of ‘Victory’, for murdering innocent people. The sickest part of this is, that they don’t even have the courage to carry out these cowardly acts themselves. Instead, they recruit men and women, who live in poor areas, promising them a ‘good career’…(I guess they don’t mention the fact that the ‘good career’ entails killing innocent people, including Children).

Then there’s a man whose family has been killed in one of the senseless attacks on his County and he’s just lost his entire family due to some Western Country blowing them apart, – maybe they were walking too close to the new oil line that is now being installed…?He’s angry and he’s hurting. What can he do to exact revenge for the family he’s lost? He has nothing left to lose, so he gets into a van, and drives innocent Western people over, kills them, then shoots more, until he’s shot dead. Do you think he cares that he knew he’d die? Of course not! He’s got nothing left, not even a home.

The Westerners are appalled at this man’s ‘cowardly’ act, and the media are fed to announce that it’s ‘radicalists, Islamists, terrorists’…doing this. WHO is the real terrorist here?

Now that’s interesting….What was their Country doing, when their soldiers blew the innocent people, who posed no threat to anyone, apart? Who is the bigger coward? and to add insult to injury, the Western countries, who perpetrate these heinous crimes, don’t have any integrity anyway, but they also don’t even have the morality of setting up a fund PAID FOR BY THE GOVERNMENTS WHO PERPETRATE THESE CRIMES for the victims.

This doesn’t make the man who kills people in anger, right. It only sheds light on why he’s doing what he’s doing. And then there are decent citizens of these very same Western Countries, who try and do whatever they can, to stop the madness. In vain sadly.

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What really pisses me off and upsets me no end, is that nothing is different. It’s just abuse and cruelty out in the open. Like 100 years ago, the Colonialists slaughtered, tortured and maimed thousands of African Slaves. They got away with it, and they believed that they were doing what was ‘right’ (in their sick minds). and they used ‘the Bible’ as their excuse! These sicko’s actually went to church every Sunday, holding their pointy noses in the air, singing songs to a God they knew nothing about, but felt very pious about praying to. Then went home to beat the child slave who hadn’t picked enough cotton.

Do you believe the cruelty and violence will ever end?

Even the beautiful, innocent animals are attacked and hunted brutally, to extinction, in the name of money. The Western Man is very clever here. He uses the poor underdog to arrange the poaching of certain animals, so that he can make a fortune from Ivory if that be his choice. The underdog’s family is starving, so he sets the operation up, because the cries of his starving children, drives him to do what the White man tells him to do. For a few measly pence.

Call me a pessimist, but I believe I’m a realist. All the ‘Hollywood’ actors, who show their faces ensuring the press capture their every moment when they visit a poor Country somewhere in Africa, where people are starving, showing them handing out scraps and smiling, whilst forgetting they’re still wearing their Chanel earrings, are an insult to injury. They are nothing more than people who are ego-maniacs.

and not to go on about this, but it’s an issue close to my heart, because I come from Africa, I’ve lived with these people and I know their culture and their thinking, and ANYONE who promises them just £1.00, can make them do anything. Their over-whelming joy and gratitude for a piece of bread, brings tears to my eyes. Who the fuck are these wealthy people, who token adopt these broken Children anyway? What about the others who don’t get adopted??


Do you know, that one ‘star’ (don’t know why they’re called stars, stars are beautiful and don’t call for attention), but anyhow, there’s one ‘star’, who has actually started a campaign amoungst largely uneducated African Children, with the slogan’

Together this generation will put an end to AIDS!.

‘say whhhhaaat?? (no I’m not kidding, and these poor, poverty stricken people believe in this lie. Of course it makes the ‘star’ look ever so important and Godlike. So I guess overnight, whilst studying her lines for her next movie, she’s also undertaking research on how to end AIDS? Holy shit.

Will it end? NO.

So is there anything you can do, we can do?. NO.


Aah we like to believe we’re ‘helping’, when we donate £2.00 to Unicef or some other such organisation, but we’re only doing that to make ourselves ease a conscience we shouldn’t even have to ease. We didn’t start the fire, our ancestors did, and now it’s the current, corrupt, nauseating powers that be have,  due to their vile ego driven self righteousness, greed and hatred, that keep the fires burning, ever hotter.

But I believe in the power of love.

No matter who is killing who, if every single person refused to fight, it would stop.

If every single person stopped harping on about how ‘unfair’ it was to their people 200 years ago, and instead just adopted love, and concentrated on the NOW, they’d wake up to TODAY’S reality. War doesn’t care about colour, age, creed. It’s now also blamed on Religion, like it has been for eons, but that’s just a smoke screen for the real reason.

If every single person, when seeing an elderly lady or gentleman waiting to cross the street, walked up to her and helped her or him.

If every single person, who heard their neighbours baby crying all night, took the trouble to knock on their door and check it out, for the sake of the child, who could be being abused.

If every single person, stopped worrying about how badly WE have it, and rather showered love on others, and held gratitude for what we do have, then, like one candle in the dark, a million can be lit.

It’s simple.


It’s a lie that’s been sold to people who feel they should ‘protect’ their Countries, when really, the real threat lies within their own Countries Borders. sitting in plush offices drinking expensive whiskey, puffing on Havana cigars, while telling rude jokes.







Back when….life was just wonderful. I was batshit crazy, but had no idea that I was! So, in my happy little world of talking to strangers, making friends with arbitrary people I decided were ‘great’ by the clothes they wore, whilst waiting for the train, all seemed perfectly normal for me. Life was FUN. Well I was having a ball going shopping in my P.J’s, singing down the aisles TO the food, and I thought everyone looking strangely at me, found me ‘interesting ‘! ‘Why did they all look so glum?’  I wondered.

Ive always had a loud personality. I’ve always had loads of friends who I’d entertain with toast and salt, because, to me, that was….well it’s what we ate, whilst sitting on the floor in my lounge, instead of on the sofas listening to loud music. Some of my friends thought me eccentric, bold, fun, fearless, and to a large extent, I was all of those. (Or so I believed). I mean, who entertains on the floor with salt and toast? I ROCKED!

Then, my FUN side met anger. I am not sure if anger happens along due to a trigger of sorts. Before anger introduced herself to me, HAPPY was my companion. Or, was I not actually happy, but on a serious manic for a couple of years? In denial of REALITY?

Before the ‘label, BIPOLAR ‘ my world worked for me. Until I started losing friends and making enemies at a fast rate. Never ever did it enter my head, that I was just ‘too much’, and when ANGER came and joined the party, people fled! I was mortified, not understanding why the friends I’d grown up with, no longer wanted anything to do with me? So, as a coping mechanism (which I only realised later that’s what it was) ,  I told myself, that I had outgrown them, and they were the shits, not me. I was FUN, right?

THEN I did something, that landed me in a psychiatrists office, and BOOM! My world changed forever. My FUN was given a sickness label. Turns out that I’d been Alice in wonderland, all this time. My head was so far down the rabbit hole, only marching tin men made any sense to me. So what did a LABEL do to me?

First of all, FUN fled, replaced with confusion, sadness, and then a deep depression joined my new party of no friends. I was sick. Flatly, without tone, my reality of being FUN in my own little world, collapsed. Could this be right? How can a dr. Label you mentally ill, when all you really are, is a little different to others? How does ‘different and eccentric ‘ equate to SICK? Well, what a BIPOLAR doesn’t see, is the ‘normal ‘ parameters that we are supposed to behave within. Who defines ‘normal ‘ anyway? What IS ‘normal ‘? Well…I said ‘such and such ‘ to ‘so and so’ , and it’s not MY fault that she found it offensive! Turns out, yes, actually, it IS my fault. Not because I’m a horrible person, but because I’m BIPOLAR! (Whew that’s a load off, at least I’m not a horrible person)…….well……actually, when you have BIPOLAR, you most definitely CAN be a horrible person. Especially, if you’ve taken anger in as a friend. The saving grace, is that everything you do that others may deem shitty, really isn’t your fault. Unless you refuse meds, drink copious amounts of alcohol, and blame THEM for all of your woes.

So, does being labelled, destroy one? I believe in a way it does. Everything you do, think or say, from the day you are labelled, you’ll re-run in your mind, over and over, until you get to the point of total and utter confusion about whether what you did or said, was wrong or not, and even then, you won’t find an answer to satisfy you. Now GUILT has joined the party. Oh joy, what used to be a cool bunch of friends, sitting on the floor eating toast and salt, listening to loud music, has turned into a nightmare of self hate, guilt, depression and confusion. You’ll no longer sing when shopping, always aware, that singing loudly while shopping, is not ‘normal ‘, according to the dr and the label.

You will become VERY aware of the parameters, and when you forget them by mistake, you’ll apologise over and over again, desperate to not be seen as SICK, and hoping like hell, that your friends who’ve long since fled, will come back, forgive you, because you are, after all BIPOLAR. The FUN has a label, and it’s not FUN!

The meds killed the mania, and now, if I have a day that doesn’t find me depressed, I grab onto that moment, with all I have, because, God only knows, when HAPPY will visit again. BUT! Aha! To my delight, I’ve come to know, that almost every intelligent, famous or artistic person, since before Van Gogh, was or is BIPOLAR.

Does this comfort me? NO not really, because the demons in my head, that I partied with, calling them FUN, have gone, leaving their enemy SAD with me.

I think I’d rather be CRAZY and HAPPY, than SICK and ‘SANE’. Although, after recognising what my BIPOLAR did to others, hmmmmm…..I’d like to settle for CRAZY and SANE.




What is mental Illness?

Hi Folks

I wasn’t sure what to blog about today. Many thoughts came to mind, like; interior decor, peace, world peace, politics, love etc etc, but all of that seemed trivial to what I really want to talk about, which is…Mental Ilness.

What is mental illness? Do you know? Is it a condition where there’s a crazy person who doesn’t brush their hair, bath, or change their clothing, sitting on the couch all day, chain smoking? well, yes, some mentally ill, are so ill, that’s exactly what they do. But then there are the well dressed Wall Street Moguls, who you’d never ever guess were mentally ill. Who present themselves in Carducci suits, cadillacs drop them at work, and the last thing you’d believe is that some of these men and women are mentally ill. As it is with some movie stars.

Mentall illness comes in many forms. Depression is deemed as a mood disorder, which falls under mental illness. Bipolar, Borderline personality disorder, Scizo affective disorder, PTSD………the list is long, and many people who are suffering from one or another kind of mental illness, don’t even know it! They wonder why they don’t want to face another day, and blame it on work, their partners, money, etc….when actually, it’s the illness most of the time.


There is no shame in admitting you are not well, if you are diagnosed with a mental illness. The thing is, you want to get better. For yourself, as well as your loved ones. That is and must be your priority. Many people decide to take to the bottle or hard drugs, and use the excuse of being mentally ill as their reason. NOT good enough! It’s a hard road to get to remission; i.e. no ‘ups or downs’ and just being stable. No depression, but rather, looking forward to the day, but you have to put work in. Tablets alone won’t just ‘make it go away’.

When you get to the end of your life, do you really want to say ‘Well, I sat on the couch smoking all day, best that I could do’, with a miserable face, while your partner and kids look on tearful and broken? Or do you want to say ‘I got better! Sure there’s no cure, but I got myself into remission, and I used the tools my therapist gave me when I hit the down days, and made my family happy, I had fun!’ and your family feel good.

Don’t throw your life away due to a mental illness. Don’t let it win. You are the Captain of your Soul, remember that. Most of all, love yourself. You are a precious Being of the Universe, and you have a right to be here, just as anyone else has. xFreedom

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Where’s a model when you need one?

Hi Folks

It’s wrong. wrong….wrong…….wrong I tell you! I was sitting in the doctors surgery, waiting for ‘my turn’, so I picked up a ‘fashion mag’ to peruse the latest looks (which I never do, the clothing makes no sense), but being bored, it seemed like a good idea at the time.

It’s filled with gaunt looking women, wearing the latest pieces on the racks of Harvey Nicks, but something is very very wrong with the whole ensemble.

Models, and I mean true models, who do this for a living,  have mostly been replaced by movie stars! This is crazy!! There are thousands of beautiful women out there, whose job is to Model. Why use a Movie Star, in replacement of a ‘just as beautiful, if not more so’ Model, to wear your clothing? Does this not say that your clothing is sub standard, and you need the services and indeed help of a Celeb/Movie star to don your latest fashion pieces, so that they’ll sell? (If Angelina Jolie can wear it, dang, I’ll look as good as her!) ………..yes, there are still people who think . ‘I’ll plump my lips, grow my hair and be a Jolly look alike’! (poor darling).


Movie Star Gwyneth Paltrow who works as a model AND Movie Star.


MODEL. Need I say more? I’m not bringing Gwyneth to the ground, but what I AM saying to the retailers, is ‘paleeze guys, we don’t need people like ‘Gwyneth Paltrow, Angelina Jolie, Scarlett Johansson’ and the like to get us to purchase your clothing. In fact, the moment we see your clothes ON a movie star, the only thought that comes to mind is ‘Oh God, that must cost a fortune!!’.

All beauty of the garment is replaced completely by cost. Don’t do it. There are models out there who outshine some movie stars in looks 10 -1, and they need the work. Use them!! I thought I’d share a bit of eye candy with you. All models.


I’m not bringing movie stars down, but I AM rooting for models who are mostly gorgeous, and who walk the streets of Manhattan searching, only to be replaced by a mega wealthy movie star, who honestly couldn’t be bothered either way. It’s not really right. Keep movie stars in movies, and models, modelling.

Till next time

Love Deborah x