"Laugh and smile and the world will join you.
Cry and lament and the world will abandon you.
Drama is always drama when it's someone else's pain,
It only becomes real when it hits the home domain." ~ #ArtsieladieQuotes

‪#‎RobinWilliams‬ ‪#‎RIP‬ When those among us who are of the best that humanity has to offer, who are so generous with giving through their heart and spirit, who harbour the kindest and gentlest of souls, find this, our world, to be an unbearable place to remain in, we humans need to examine ourselves in search of ways we can change this horrible reality. When the most beautiful souls no longer feel welcome and/or at home in our world, then we, The People, remaining must work together to change this atrocity.

Being an ESP is not easy in this world because there are too many TIP's and THP's. Being a person who tries to be the best you can be, the best of who you are, sensitive to and caring about the woes of others, is an ongoing, uphill battle because of those who will fight you every inch of the way simply because they choose the opposite. It's no wonder most people choose the more traveled and easier road. TIP's and THP's are all about themselves. When they cross paths with a giving and caring person, a person who makes it a priority to be the best of who they are, their vindictiveness, resentment, and jealousy kicks in. Because they don't really give a damn what kind of people they are, they hate and resent those who do. It's not that they lack goodness. It's just that they lack self discipline, lack self motivation, lack gumption to take the initiative to cultivate the pluses in themselves and so, settle for the minuses to be representative of who they are instead.

"When people think they can lay all the blame on you with vicious tongue, they revel in it. But when you prove them wrong, they suddenly lose the use of their tongue altogether." ~ ArtsieladieQuotes

https://www.facebook.com/Artsieladie/posts/10203884000315860

How well informed are we?

Ebola:
http://consciousmedianews.com/ebola-what-youre-not-being-told/

"One who's a user and an abuser, is then therefore, a total loser." ~ #ArtsieladieQuotes

#Poetry #Love #Magic

I recently came across something that's a little unsettling...

I was going back through my emails when I came across a notice from Twitter about having a new follower on January 23, 2014. The 'new' Twitter follower is the Twitter account of "Kyrinn" (name on Elftown.com), the account being:
http://elftown.eu/member.html?membernr=21402

Her name on and her Twitter account is: Kristen Bradley/Kianyth
https://twitter.com/Kianyth

I know she passed away quite awhile ago now. I heard it through the grapevine and then I read about it on Elftown.com's FB page: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Elftowncom/17815116017

But just to be sure, I decided to go to Elftown's page just to double check and her passing is mentioned in this post on March 25, 2013 and WAAAAAY BEFORE her account following me on Twitter: (See bottom of image as well.)

https://www.facebook.com/permalink.php?story_fbid=10151591922076018&id=17815116017

This image is the screengrab of the mentioned info showing the email notification I received from Twitter, the time and date of AND of the post on Elftown's page.

Rather creepy? How can Kyrinn/Kristen Bradley start following me when she is no longer living?

Your Spirit Animal is an Owl.

Like the owl, you are highly intuitive. You can trust your instincts above all else, and you listen to your inner guide. You can see what others don't or won't see. You see everyone for who they truly are, and that frightens them. You are a natural lie detector. You can see past masks and facades. No one can hide from you. You have a quiet and gentle wisdom. You don't go around bragging about how smart or wise you are. You are good at uncovering potential in yourself and others. You are a catalyst for positive growth and change. You have a lot of creative and dynamic energy. You are focused on all of the possibilities in life.

This is so spot on! :)

"Quitting Time"

The draw bridge is up, firmly locked,
From my heart, you're completely blocked.
There is no need for this bridge again,
Because in this world, there are other men,
Who are real, true, and yes, sincere
And aren't fake and insecure.

The air of freedom my heart's now breathing,
No longer from pain is it seething,
Caused by a sick and twisted mind,
Driven by hate, to Love is blind.
Your heart's so infected with ego fed pride,
There's no room for good to live, reside.

Your comfort zone is lined with lies and deceit.
Those of the same are all you'll greet.
Anyone with a caring, true, and tender heart,
You revel in shredding, tearing apart.
You rob, you steal, you plunder and rake
Others o'er the coals as you greedily take
Anything, everything that yours is not,
Ethics and morals, dismissed, forgot.

You use and abuse with no remorse,
Causing pain and torment, you endorse.
With no social skills and superficial charm,
You live for drama, to create havoc and harm.
Your soul is a tundra, barren and cold,
Concealing a coward, to the devil, sold.
A loathsome creature yourself you reject,
Your despicable traits on others project.

Your heart is a desert, a desolate place,
When it comes to Love, there is no space.
Your only oasis but yet overflowing,
Is your garden of hatred you're fervently growing.
A self serving nature is your intended style,
With a carved agenda to match and guile.

You don't want peace, you want wars.
You don't want Love, you want whores.
You want minions who will blindly follow,
Weak in character, like you and shallow.
You're not interested in earning, you just take,
And not open for learning, except for your fake.

You preach freedom of expression and free speech
And you demand privacy but other's you breach.
You can't accept the truth because you feed on lies,
Then live to destroy those who reveal your disguise,
Because what you levy, on others place,
A coward can't deal with, especially face.
Your mind though brilliant is a mere wasteland,
Your ego controlling, has taken command.

You imprison and hold captive your very own self
With chains of guilt carried, you cannot shelf.
You're miserable, unhappy, but with stubborn objection,
To examine yourself, you refuse reflection,
Because underneath it all, you know down deep,
There's a much better you waiting to reap,
But the requirements needed just to start,
Are hidden and buried deep in your heart.
To dig them up would stir emotion,
Feelings exposed, put in motion.

So, the worst of yourself you place front and center,
And mastered so well, anything decent cannot enter.
For the lesser of you, you settle and cave.
You'll likely take this straight to your grave,
Because it's the easiest route to through life skate,
Denying your promise while sealing your fate.

No one can Love you not even you,
Though your ego tells you that you do.
It's all a facade and you're the fool
Buying it all and thinking it's cool,
When the reality is you're all alone,
Seeking comfort through a tech box clone.
A pathetic existence is what you live
But you can only receive what you give.
Since you give nothing, only take,
There are no rewards in this wake.

Just keep on living as you do,
Eventually you'll make it through,
As a waste of a soul, a brilliant mind,
The greatness concealed by a host kept blind.
That joke of an existence you call life,
You're married to, has become your wife.
Not even Love can pierce your walls so thick
Of a blackened heart turned to brick.

Written by Artsieladie, aka Sharon Donnelly ©2014-06-07 12:45:00 (EST)

THIS poem, "Quitting Time", is just for you... and this next one too!
...And YOU know who 'you' are. Enjoy!

"Goodbye, Good Riddance"

I think it describes you to a T
Of the person you "choose" to be;
Sums the situation up very well
With nothing else left to tell.
To say to you, there's nothing more.
At last to you, I've closed the door.
I'm quite sure you'll continue to play
Your demented games day after day,
Because in your world there is no real,
Only with fake and fantasy can you deal.
You haven't the guts nor the ambition
To alter your own life, its fruition.
You're content to wallow in rotten quagmire
In company with those of equal desire.
But as for me the company I'll keep
Is with the man I've caused to weep.
I locked 'him' out, for you, his entry barred,
Though countless times my heart you've scarred.
But the table's turned, you're out, he's in,
And he'll weep no more, only grin.
As I finish writing this,
He's giving me a tender kiss,
And I think when I am done
I'll make Love to the One
Who Loves me truly, his Love is real,
My Love for him is right to feel.
So when I send this, put it through,
Just know this, I'm through with you.

Written by Artsieladie, aka Sharon Donnelly ©2014-06-07 01:54:00 (EST)

Hmmm.... it's evident that someone told someone just what evidence I very recently gathered. So nice to know that someone pretends to be sympathetic with my plight of having my privacy invaded but is actually playing right along with it. ..And this isn't the first time this has been evident. It's just that when you collect data of 'seemingly' coincidences and these 'seemingly' coincidences take place on a number of occasions, they then are no longer 'coincidences'. Oh, but that's right, I'm crazy for saving and documenting data that implicates the one invading my privacy and those who are so willingly going along with the heinous act. :/