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.




13 reasons

As beautifully suggested by mahbuttitches (god, gotta luv that name), I’m writing my 13 reasons why I haven’t killed myself, and then 13 reasons why I am happy.

13 reasons why I’ve not committed suicide.

1. My children. I couldn’t take my life no matter how rough and raw it got, or gets, as i love them too much to desert them in this way and break their hearts.

2.  I refuse to give the mean bastards out there any sense of satisfaction. Let them stew in me living regardless of how cruel they can be.

3.  Spirituality. I’m deeply immersed in the Truth, and the truth has removed the need to end it all.

4.  It’s doesn’t seem fair to take away the normals judgment. nope. Gotta let them have an opinion even if it’s way off mark.

5.  My love for animals. I adore elephants especially.

6.  Despite being a bit batshit crazy, there are people who really love me. I appreciate them so much.

7.  I love being a mental health advocate. My ability from Grace to help others who suffer, fills me with gratitude.

8.  Gratitude. In learning gratitude, I found a meaning to live.

9.  Shew this is getting tough. I’m running out of reasons, so can’t kill myself, as I have to find more reasons.

10.  Love. Love kills the demon. Every time. Being able to love sincerely brings joy.

11.  I beat 100’000000 sperms in the race to get here! Ok maybe I shoved a few out the way, but I made it!

12.  Babies. They always fill me with joy.

13.  Because I don’t feel like it.


im too tired to say why I’m happy, but I truly am, and for so many reasons, it’s exhausting to contemplate listing them. But the number 1 reason, is finding freedom and truth after years of searching. ❤️❤️❤️

The times they are a-changing….

Back in the 1950’s, 60’s,  life was simpler, more innocent than today.  People were generally happier with less. Women were delighted with a Vacuum cleaner for Christmas,  and they were grateful!  Women took great pride in cleaning their homes, ensured they ‘powdered their noses’ and changed their clothing just before Hubby got home, where he was greeted with a smile, clean house, perfectly polished wife, and an all round, healthy,  home cooked dinner with happy,  well behaved kids.  Children’s hair was neatly cut,  clothing perfectly tucked into their cupboards and all toys were packed away before bath and bedtime. Everything was orderly and innocent, and the feeling of HAPPY pulsated through people’s veins.

sexist vintage illustration housewife and vacuum cleaner

Roll on the ’60’s!  Liberation! it’s all Rock n’ Roll, free sex, Peace, Anti-war, and Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds! Vacuum Cleaner? What’s THAT?  Woodstock, Dylan, Cohen and who could forget the FAB Janis Joplin? People were less inhibited. The word ‘terrorism’ didn’t exist, unless a teenager pulled a prank on an elderly person, in which case, he’d be called a ‘terror’, but that was IT. The Vietnam war caused untold misery and destruction  ( to the men who were either conscripted or who volunteered not knowing any better, not to mention the poor Vietnamese!) and so the Peace lovers protested – peacefully, sometimes with humour.

Image result for pics of hippies in the 1960's Image result for pics of hippies in the 1960's  Janice Joplin:   Police protected themselves with shields from angry mobs, who were sincerely only on a campaign for Peace, with their head-bands on, placards in hand, calling for an end to the war in Vietnam. Posing no threat to anyone.

The world was more fun, less invasive on one’s privacy, innocence was the mind-set of most,  as they wondered around festivals naked, smoked pot, danced the nights away to the vibes of Bob Dylan,  for it was luuurve all the way…..’MAKE LOVE – NOT WAR’ was the slogan and motto!

Children pulled innocent pranks on each other, sometimes had a fight in the playground where no one interfered, and when the fight was over, they shook hands and often went on to become friends. It went no further….. Parents weren’t held to ransom over smacking their Children when it was needed, so as to teach them right from wrong.

Then….roll on fast forward to 2000 and onward and here we have….

A 1960’s school teacher called Mary. She gives her young student Jimmy, an innocent cuddle when he falls and scrapes his knee ending up in tears. He feels better, gets up and carries on playing.

A 2015 school teacher called Mary. She gives her young student Jimmy, an innocent cuddle when he falls and scrapes his knee. Instantly the police are called in. She’s arrested for Child Molestation, Jimmy is taken for counselling and he’s then put on Ritalin.

A 1960’s school child doesn’t do his homework and is given detention. After school, he sits his one hour detention, writing the same words on a piece of paper 100 times ‘I will do my homework’…’I will do my homework’…and then he hands his piece of paper to the attending teacher, who smiles at him as he happily goes and jumps on his bicycle to go home. When his Father gets home and hears the news of this, he is slightly angry , and gives him a spanking. The child learns that there are consequences to his actions, and never forgets to do his homework again. He goes on to Harvard and Graduates Cum Laude.

A 2015 school child doesn’t do his homework, and is given detention to which he fails to attend. When asked by his teacher why he didn’t attend detention, he glares at her and yells –  ‘you can’t tell me what to do!’  He then catches a ride with some friends in their beat up old car, smokes a spliff on the way home and then skulks to his bedroom. When his Father gets home and hears of this, he is slightly angry and gives him a light smack on the head.  The Child then calls ‘Child-line’. The FBI are called, Father is arrested for ‘aggravated assault on a minor’, Social Services are called in. They put the Child in a Foster Home. He goes on to mowing lawns and stealing for a living.

In 1960, this cute advertisement encouraging Children to play outside,  is popular and seen with innocent eyes by the public. Encouraging kids to play on the beach albeit with only the bottom of her costume on.

Coppertone suntan lotion ad from the early 1960s.:

In 2000 and onward, this advertisement is seen as Pedophilia, ‘filth’.   Furthermore, should an artist be commissioned to draw an innocent picture of a half-naked newborn lying on his/her Daddy’s chest for his/her Parents, the artist is instantly jailed for 25 years for ‘Pedophilia’, and their baby is taken away due to them being seen as ‘unfit’ Parents.

Paranoia and Fear is now the order of the day. Disciplining Children is absolutely not allowed in any form or fashion. If Children fight in the playgrounds, Social Services are called, the kids are sent for counselling, their Parents are told to attend ‘Child care  Classes’, and the kids are put on Ritalin. It is after all, a ‘mental illness’ to have a fight with someone these days isn’t it? Even if you are only a Child.

There is not only one illegal war being waged upon a foreign Country by the Super Powers, but many, upon innocent people in the name of greed, money and power. The media are fed the appropriate stories to publish, so as to appease the public, (who never question their validity) but then react with instant hatred for possibly really good people. Fear and hatred for strangers is now born.

Protesters get beaten half to death by Police,  no matter that they are unarmed. Should anyone dare take just their tops off at a festival, alarms go off, Police are immediately called in, the people are arrested for ‘indecent exposure’ and jailed. If they don’t have the money for bail, well, that’s just too bad. They do the time!

The horror grows more evil with every passing day, every passing minute. Mothers fear for their Daughters as Fathers are overworked and underpaid. Children don’t play in the playgrounds anymore as TV games and TV shows keep them inside glued to a screen. As ‘friends’ on cyberspace take over in place of  personal visits to one another, the days of tea and cake are all but gone. Children scream at their Parents, Divorce rates are through the roof, mistresses are common, even seen as ‘the norm’. Decent Parenting is not allowed, hence teenage pregnancies and street drugs are rife, leaving Grandma to raise the unwanted ones. The not so lucky bury their offspring from accidental overdoses.

Drugs are taken in copious amounts to numb the pain, mental illness is on the rise, addiction to anything and everything is seen as normal as human Beings try to cope in a broken world.  Values have long since been buried, Morals unheard of, and innocence?

( oh, I remember reading about what that word means in the dictionary once). 

How I long for a simple Vacuum Cleaner for Christmas!

*written by Deborah Mann* 






I am Electric and so are you!

Hi Folks

I don’t know if you are all aware of the story of the mental hospital they called ‘Bedlam’. Where the word ‘Bedlam’ comes from, when everything is in chaos, but it’s a hectic movie to watch, and I wouldn’t recommend it for the feint of heart.

I was going to give you a whole load of quotes and things to make my story ‘interesting’, but I think the blank canvas is good enough. I’m going to try and put a picture or 2 into the story if I can.

It all began when I was diagnosed with mental illness. Bipolar and borderline. Hospitalised many times for suicide attempts, to me, life was not worth living. When your head is filled with buzzing bees that just won’t ‘shut up!’ you kind of want to pull your hair out. Then came the meds.

I went from a size 8 to a size 14 in about 3 years. I couldn’t come to terms with it. I starved myself, exercised like mad, went on crazy diets, you name it I did it, and all my apathetic psychiatrist could or would do, was look me in the eye and softly say, ‘I’m sorry but the meds do make you gain weight’. His dulcet tones made me want to punch him!

marilyn monroe plus size     I was convinced that Marilyn with a bit of weight on her, being about my size, looked infinitely better than Gwyneth, who is very thin. (I still think that). I also, in psychotic states thought I could look like her if I changed my hairstyle.Gwyneth-Paltrow-Dress-InStyle-Awards

Weight became a HUGE (no pun intended) issue for me, as do most things when you suffer mental illness. You imagine the most ridiculous things, and it’s only when you are in ‘remission’ (normal balance), that you realise that all the fussing, crying and performing were and is senseless. However, you don’t get lucky enough to be in remission for very long.

So what I did was start a channel on youtube which you can click into right here above, called ‘bipolarline’. I thought that instead of whining to the public about how bad things are or were, I’d be a conduit as to ‘how to handle it’, as who knows better, than the one who suffers these disorders?

I must brag that I have over a thousand followers, so I must be doing something right, but that’s not why I’m writing today. Today I want to reach out to every single person who is either mentally ill, anorexic, over-weight, has bad acne, dislikes their face, wishes they looked like someone else etc etc…and tell you that you are not alone. There are millions in the world just like you, and the very strange thing here, is that you are more than likely wrong.

You have to grab life by the balls. You have to breathe fire! You have to have the courage of a Viking. You have to forget about the ‘others’ and what they say. They are wrong, you are right. You have to love yourself. You’ve got to have SOUL!

Learning to love yourself is the greatest love of all, and you cannot love anyone else till you love yourself. Not an egotistical ‘I’m so wonderful’ kind of love, but the love that comes when you think of your liver for e.g. and you love it for keeping your body cleansed and so on, because it’s not all about your face and body.

Some of the most beautiful women and men are the most horrible narcissistic people on the planet that makes them plain ugly.

So basically, if you are suffering from any kind of pain, know that you aren’t alone, and that there are thousands out there just like you.

Reach out to ‘like minded’ people. Don’t try compete with those that are so full of self love, they’re flopping over their own feet, taking selfies every step of the way.

No, find your own pack, and stick with them.

There’s nothing worse or indeed more painful,  than a wolf whose lost his or her pack. So go on, find yours and remember,


Till next time,

love Deborah

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Gratitude kids and Poverty

“Do not spoil what you have by desiring what you have not; remember that what you now have was once among the things you only hoped for.”

Hi Folks

GRATITUDE………this word is currently being bounced around from ear to ear, with many of the bouncers feeling very little real gratitude. It’s almost become a ‘buzzword’, which to me, is rather distasteful.

How do you know when someone is truly GRATEFUL, so grateful that light comes beaming from them, a light you can’t miss, and you are drawn to them, like a moth to a flame? Well, that’s just it. It’s the joy, happiness, laughter, loving life, no matter what their circumstances are.

A plane flies over a farm, and the pilot wishes he was home. A little boy on the farm, looks up at the plane, and wishes he could fly.

This is like most people living their daily lives. If you are constantly wishing for something you haven’t got, or envying your neighbour, just because they purchased a new television set, how can you be grateful for what you’ve got? Constantly sulking and complaining about how bad your life is, will only make it worse. Life gives us back what we put in. This is a living truth.

Try a month of feeling grateful for everything. The trees, the birds, the flowers, people (including those you don’t like, they are still people, you don’t have to socialise with them), for your rug with the torn side which your dog loves to chew, along with your old settee, that said darling dog has chewed half a leg off of.  Be grateful right there and then for it all, carpet, settee and dog. When you make a cup of tea or coffee, be grateful. Fill your heart with so much honest gratitude, that it’s overflowing with pure love.

I guarantee you, that incredible wonderful things will start happening in your life, because when you really begin to love and feel gratitude, they give back. Live only from your heart, not your head. Think with your heart, it’s your one true guide that’ll never fail you.

We can all learn a lot from the poor. They live together as families most of their lives. The kids laugh all the time, and make toys out of sticks and other such things, which keep them occupied for ages! They never scream at their parents, or their siblings. They eat what they are given with GRATITUDE, knowing how scarce money is. Poor kids don’t complain, whine, throw tantrums, demand toys or brand name clothes, or anything else for that matter. There is an unspoken knowing in poorer communities that ‘we are in this together’. So they grow up with huge amounts of gratitude already instilled in them.

The wealthy or middle class on the other hand, mostly have brats that scream, demand, throw tantrums, often scream at their parents and siblings, whine, perform, cry and refuse to do any chores and yet, they have every new gadget on the market!

The astonishing thing for me, is that so many parents honestly think they are helpless to stop this appalling behaviour from their children! There are so many ways to stop the abhorrent behaviour in it’s tracks, if only a tiny bit of gratitude resided there.

I’m not suggesting that gratitude would stop spoiled brats from their disgusting behaviour, but what I AM saying is that once the disgusting behaviour is under control  and stopped, would these parents then bring gratitude into the picture and teach it? I somehow doubt it.

All behaviour is learned. So it’s up to what kind of parent you are, as to how your child will behave.

I hope no one sees this as a lecture. It’s not. It’s a truth, and one, if you are not coping, or even if you are, you should try. You have nothing to lose, but believe me, you have so much to gain by being grateful.

till next time


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