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  • beulah888 5:35 AM on November 26, 2016 Permalink | Reply
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    So, Having Moved On…. 


    So, having moved on like an obedient Servant of the Gods, I am feeling relieved and slightly healthier.  Like after a good shit.

    I was well on the way to being very healthy again, I know that, but the move and thing got me (gotta blame something) smoking a bit more heavily again.  I was doing well at the less of the death-stick and more of the fresh air and exercise thing, but when my enemies ‘start huffing’ I sometimes start puffing.  Furiously!

    So once again settled, at least for a couple months while I figure things out, or the Gods show me a profitable path, I am discovering that leaving that familiar unfamiliar place where I was getting oh so comfortable has not been debilitating, but releasing.

    Maybe I AM meant to be one of Life’s ‘hobos’ or something.  Maybe I really am on the God-given trail but not liking it too much, ’cause I want a home, enough money not to worry and a perfect partner to rub my back when it aches.

    Thought I had the first one licked, what with being so settled back at that place; and was investigating all sorts of ideas that might have got me some money (if I could pull off at least one) and thinking of where to start looking about for a perfect partner.  Then the BOOM of the God’s and I am out on my ass.

    I am therefore beginning to think I am an FOTG= Favourite Of The Gods.  [I have this propensity to look on/for the bright side.  Continuous shit like mine does not happen to just anyone.  I MUST be special.]

    As an FOTG therefore, I am assed if I am actually going to put a lot of effort into figuring things out, and instead I am enjoying the fact that I am not physically or mentally homeless, I get to know a different place, and my breathing problems have disappeared despite the smoking.

    Well, some of you know the Docs in Hackney couldn’t find a real cause and I blamed it on the zombies and other dead detritus that hang around that location.  Thankfully, as the wind blows and the seas flow, those that tried following or enlisting followers, have caught a cold and a boat to the goal of no release.

    So, having moved on….a new chapter is beginning.


    Fidel Castro died yesterday at 90.  Not bad for a guy who either was as special as I am, or more insane than we realised.  Either way it proves  to me:  I might as well plod on in style as the Gods truly have the final say.  Not zombies, or death threats, or assassination attempts, or diseases, or ogres with clubs.  Like Castro, I gonna smoke (burn earth, burn rubber, burn tyres, or just plain burn!) ’til I gotta hang up my guns.

    I off to find something or someone to cherish and relish and remember fondly.  Otherwise, what is the point of moving on?  In fact, otherwise, what is the point of Life?

    You with me ye Gods?

  • beulah888 6:47 AM on October 29, 2016 Permalink | Reply
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    Sling Your Hook 

    Well, it’s time again. It seems I “gotta go”. Why, dear Gods, are you having people chuck stuff at me, chuck me out, and generally pissing on my parade. Enough!

    Not only was I comfortable, well mostly anyway, where I was, I was beginning to get some things sorted out. Then, BOOM. Along comes an Ogre with his club, and starts demanding I go. Go where now, O ye gods? Really, what have I done to offend you all in such a way that you wish to keep me like a Rolling Stone. Yep, I know the saying: “A rolling stone gathers no moss.” But is moss such a bad thing? What should one gather? Memories and thoughts alone?! What about a little nest egg? Um? And, oh yeah, if I manage that (somehow) ye Gods then make me use it up in moving on AGAIN.
    I am a HOBO!!! Not scruffy and degenerate,…. or is that it? I have not become scruffy and degenerate so you keep pushing and pulling and shoving and bellowing in the hope, in the EXPECTATION that that is how I shall be?! Dear God! No, no real god could want that for me, cause no real God could be that unkind; well not at this point or hereafter, considering ALL you have already put me through. So WHY/

    I fervently pray that this has something to do with rewarding me for being such a god sport in taking all the shit that has been thrown at me all the years. You must have had your fill. Belly laughs and OOhs and Aws at the dickens of a life’s journey you assigned me. Well, Gods, show your mettle and worth and upturn the apple cart. Show that, you give a shit about ME now and give me the promised Justice and repose. Otherwise, “sling your hook”!



  • beulah888 3:16 PM on October 2, 2016 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: 3linetales, , story, suspense   

    Lost In The Glare 

    Like a cat caught in the headlights.

    Hesitant, unsure of where it is and what it should do, the animal stares at me unwavering.

    I too stare, not unwavering but wondering: “Why!  It is deer!

  • beulah888 8:17 AM on September 22, 2016 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: #love #affairsoftheheart #homeaffairs #relationships   

    A man said to a woman: “I love you.” The man thought that this was enough. He never demonstrated it. The woman got rid of him.
    A man never said to his woman: “I love you.” He demonstrated it. One day she left him for someone else.

  • beulah888 8:40 PM on September 12, 2016 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: care, public, , roadsafety   

    Road safety is everyone’s responsibility. it is the public’s duty to safeguard their lives.

  • beulah888 10:33 AM on September 8, 2016 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: blind, , forgiveness, , , link, , tinaturner, vengeance, , youtube   

    September Remember 

    There are so many things to remember.   Where you put your keys, where you parked your car, the name of a person you just met… many things.   People often make a ‘to-do’ list of the things the have to do in order not to forget.  But where did you put that list?


    I don’t now where the saying originated, but September is supposed to be the month in which you remember.  Remember Allemand, remember Bosnia, remember Baslan…remember the Alamo.

    I always use September as a month for remembering.  To right any wrongs I may have done, or avenge any evil done me. Yeah, I am not truly a forgiving soul.  If you’ve had a whole year or more to stop your shitt, and desist from bothering me, then come some September I remember.  I agree that one should forgive stuff, but I also consider that there is a limit to forgiving and a time to act.  To avenge.  I don’t think any god or the Universal Ohm should have a problem with that.  I do not suffer fools gladly.

    September therefore, is a month in which to reflect sagely on things and life.  To plan and arrange for the future, should you be allowed one.  To make the Present clear!

    There comes a time for Justice, and Justice, like Love, is not blind.  Neither is Justice a ‘respecter of persons’ i.e Justice IS blind.  Blind to who you are or claim to be.  High or low, friend or foe, Justice will find you out and destroy you.

    What’s Love Got To Do With It?  Nothing.

    So, should Hilary Clinton or Donald Trump win the U.S. elections?  Don’t know.  Just let justice be done and be SEEN to be done across the board, throughout the world.  As someone  (Lord Chief Justice Gordon Hewart) said:  “…justice should not only be done, but should manifestly and undoubtedly be seen to be done.”

    This September, remember.  Remember to sow good seed.  Because it is true, you reap what you sow.  Some call it Karma.  I call it Natural Law.

    The wheels of Justice may grind slowly, but they grind.

    This September, Remember.




  • beulah888 3:22 PM on August 29, 2016 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: emails, frustrations, , internet, peeves, Technology, vexation   

    Trying to organize my email. What do you do when you cannot remember your password, and cannot get a verification code because you have changed phones and cannot remember the password for your backup email address?

  • beulah888 2:48 AM on August 28, 2016 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: choices, , friends, friendship, , humility, , Mind, , soul, virtue   

    Humility My Booty! 

    O.K.  So I am o.k.  I am in my old home which is new and which, frankly, I should have never left.

    Last night I had a bit of a reflective time with an old friend.  Someone with whom I had not connected in many years.

    Back to back with that I had a discourse cum discussion (are those two words the same?) with my sister on what she terms humility, i.e. (according to her) lying down and letting friends walk all over your back.  In fact she advocates letting your enemies do it too.

    But that just begs the question, what kind of friend would want to walk all over you?

    So today I was thinking:  Why do friends be friends and friends be not friends.  What makes the difference?


    Man in surrender pose

    Sometimes you find you may have to say,  “Hey man, I am your friend.  Ease off!”

    Thing is you might have to say it to someone you thought was a real friend who knew you, and then, KEBAAANG… they start treating you like if you are the enemy, and behaving as though they themselves are your enemy.

    What turns the tide?  Where do we go wrong?   Is it we made a bad choice in the beginning and was just being fooled or fooling ourselves?

    Or is it just Human Nature and if not ‘Nature’ then “the way of the world”?

    What gives people the right to be friends today and enemies tomorrow?


    Any answers?

  • beulah888 9:05 AM on August 9, 2016 Permalink | Reply  

    #00129: The Boy Behind the Mirror 

    10000 posts

    Have I ever told you about The Boy Behind the Mirror?

    We had a very big mirror in our living room when I was a kid. A huge, floor-to-ceiling mirror the covers the entire wall.
    I loved it.
    I would wake up every day before my family, and spend a couple of hours staring at the mirror. I was fascinated the symmetry the mirror provided.
    Everything I say in that mirror was the exact same thing in the living room, but completely opposite.
    My right eye became the left eye of that boy staring back at me in the mirror. He smiled the exact time I smiled. He made the exact same silly faces I did at the exact same I did them, but in the symmetrically opposite way.
    But the mirror didn’t show everything. There was always an end to what it can see (unless I moved around). But…

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  • beulah888 3:23 AM on August 2, 2016 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: destiny, fate, , , humanities, , ,   

    Here I Am 


    So Far So GOOD

    Well it is finished, it is over, and here I am.

    Seven months since I posted It Is Done and I am done with London.  Particularly I am done with Hackney.  I have absconded.  Gone AWOL.  Done a bunker.  Flown the coop.  Never to return.  Thank God.

    Thanks to the Gods too, and Life’s Controller, that the relief, the peace, nay the feeling of freedom, is profound and very real.  I have rested.  I am rested and getting fat.  O.K. the getting fat bit must be addressed, I must do some Zumba or something; but the rest relief and peace must continue.  Nay, but happiness must follow.

    The Zombies tried to follow but they got tripped and confused by the geography (zombies have no BRAINS and cannot understand Human life or “time travel” or mere normal movement).  They tried and got combusted in attempting to ‘travel through time’.  It is beyond their scope to comprehend that then is not now and that London is not where I am at.   So yeah, peace.

    Mind you, while getting lost in Transit, they tried to enlist and/or bully others such as they into continuing the detrititious (is that a word?) behaviour towards me.  How foolish was that?  They knew nothing of the place and nothing of the ORIGIN or ownership of the other zombies, nor indeed did not know that this type would rather zonk them than do me harm.  Well, at least not at their say so.  Ergo, they got zapped and wapped, and then frizzled and fried by their namesakes, and spontaneously combusted trying to enter the ‘real world’.  For you  see, they cannot SEE.   Me now, I knew it was merely a matter of time until they disintegrated &c.,  so I remained at peace and let them ‘self-destruct’.

    So where am I now? I shall not say.  Suffice it TO say, I still have not changed and I am still me.  My family will attest to that.

    My life’s journey continues.

    All of Life’s journeys are like Marathons:  In some places breezy, in some testing, in yet others seemingly beyond you.  Yet there are always water-stations scattered along the way; and for those who have the stamina, there is the joy, the satisfaction, nay the sense of accomplishment and, yes, pride in knowing that you did not quit, did not succomb to the terrain or climate, did not drop dead in shame but continued to the end…and crossed the finish line.

    I am reminded of that saying:  “The race is not for the swift but for those who endure to the end.”

    You see, life’s journey is the greatest most superior race of all, and to finish it with aplomb, yea even with style, is all that I ask of myself….and of you.

    Safe journey.

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