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  • beulah888 7:39 AM on February 13, 2018 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , , , healing, , inspire, , Life, , , ,   

    Journey Of Love 

    So I am strong. I have moved on. And I am not dragging the dead behind me. They are buried and staying that way for ever!

    Having moved on….and still moving on because Life is a journey and journey requires movement, the next step is to stand still. Be still and KNOW.

    The journey, – the movement -, encapsulating all that life is (physical, emotional, spiritual) has brought you to this place of rest. Of reflection. Of security. Of faith.

    Faith in yourself and all that YOU are.

    We MUST travel. We must enjoy the journey. Otherwise we stagnate and miss all the new interesting things laid out for us on this Earth. Whatever path we tread, life is interesting. Life is good. Life is beautiful!

    Home life can be a slog, but that is only one part of life. Find other parts. Make them meaningful. Then re-structure your home life. After all, we only have one life. Live it to the full….by loving yourself…because it is a journey of love.

    I have moved on. I am stronger.

  • beulah888 3:12 PM on February 12, 2017 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , , Life, winds   

    Strong Winds 

    The wind is blowing stronger.  In fact, now there are winds.  That’s right, winds!

    They are rustling the leaves.

    Stronger winds, blowing strongly, fanning the flames of fire.

  • beulah888 3:18 PM on February 1, 2017 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , , , , Life, , Weather, Wind,   

    A New Wind Is Blowing 

    A New Chapter has begun.  It began with me moving on.  Now, even more settled into my new life in this part of the world, away from cold and ‘dark’, I feel a ‘New Wind’ blowing.

    A New Wind is blowing.  It is a cleansing, friendly, comforting wind.  It is a sweet, scented wind.  It is more than a breeze but not blustery.  It is gentle, sure, refreshing, and uplifting.  This augurs well for this new chapter.

    The prelude done, the wind blows…blows and blows and blows and blows….away… the cobwebs…


    the unnatural darkness…the gloom.  The clouds disperse.

  • beulah888 5:35 AM on November 26, 2016 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , , , , , , Life, philosophical, ,   

    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 5:00 AM on September 6, 2015 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: ennui, Life, shelter, waiting   

    Outside The Shelter 


    Outside the shelter life goes on.

  • beulah888 3:38 AM on April 1, 2015 Permalink | Reply
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    It Has Fallen! 


    Yep.  It has fallen again; and this time I cannot get it up!

    This window, and two others in my hermetically sealed flat, likes to fall whenever a bit of fresh strong wind blows.  It can’t take the wind.  It lost all support years ago, and, except for the latch and handle, has no viability.

    It is now caught,hoisted on its own petard, by the very latch that used to support it.


    Yep.  The latch is hooked under the cupboard door.  I therefore cannot raise the fallen defeated spy-hole cover to its pretentious position of “security”.

    How like life and homeaffairs.
    The very thing or person that might seem to be there to secure and uphold us, sometimes gets caught; and gets us stuck in a compromised position. 

    Yet, like the window, we might be spared the ultimate downfall, that of a splintering crash, by something or someone seemingly not as strong sturdy or dependable as that fickle latch. 

    Yep. Had it not been for the clapped-out cupboard and its two-penny door-handle the spy-hole cover would be no more.

    So, a few things, like in life and home affairs, remain apparent. 
    A thing or person in position, regardless of how clapped-out, might someday save us from hitting the floor.
    It takes a strong wind to prove true mettle.
    Security is tenured pretentiousness.
    Fickleness is not the preserve of the weak frail and or the seemingly undependable.

    And finally,

    That which we overlook or take for granted, like a cupboard door-handle, might be capable of bearing a great load.



    Homefinders are on the job.

  • beulah888 1:15 AM on March 13, 2015 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , , home key, Life,   

    Home Key 

    Hit the Home Key and we are right at the beginning. Back at the top of the page. Right back where it all began.


    Home is where it all begins.  Home is where all our recorded life on Earth starts..

    When we reach the end of the book, a volume, the volume, of our life, we close it and hit the home key.

    Close the book. Hit the home key – i.e. Turn the book over and look at the cover again, perhaps with a hand on the cover, a finger tracing the letters of the inscription or title, or the pictorial design; and ponder all you have read.
    All you have done as recorded in that book or volume. Was it a good read?

    Either way it is set in stone and cannot be altered. All that is left to be done is to put it down and, if it isn’t the last book or final volume allowed you, begin the recording of the next. Hopefully it will be better, more interesting cheerful instructive and full of love.

    Hit the Home Key when we have come full square. There is nothing else we can do.


    “From the cradle to the grave” we have to know when to hit the Home Key.

    If we hesitate, if we falter, we may end up in limbo- in a no man’s land- a state worse than dead.

  • beulah888 2:10 AM on May 3, 2014 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , Fleas, , Life, , , Pet Peeves, , Self, , will.i.am,   

    Feeling Myself – No Apologies 

    I’m feeling myself

    I’m scratching my ass

    Maybe got fleas

    ‘Cause I’ve been lying in the grass

    With my doggie…

    doggie didgereedooo

    Now I’m feeling myself

    Not lying in the grass

    Feeling myself

    Not scratching my ass

    ‘Cause I feeling fine

    Feeling me

    No doggie shite..


    I own my own mind

    And no dog can get it

    So I’m feeling myself

    and loving it


    Yeah-eh, yeah-eh, yeah-eh!


    With no apologies to what’s-his-name.  My lyrics and a bit of your riddim.  Now go scratch your ass and your head, you dog!

     (Not you will.i.am.  I mean that Dog William.  He thinks he can turn around, spin around and be God.)

    Yeah, I’m feeling myself.

    Here,use this

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