Keeping the Tree House fb group going as a wise friend put it “was a form of self defeatist self abuse.”
I have long since been locked “in an intimidated interaction.”
The damage has been done, by all those who consciously chose to target, to spread slander & manipulative lies, acted on their disdain simply because they could not succeed in playing games with me. They could not get what they wanted which was their own way and my Tree House.
The Tree House fb group is now, closed.
The website however, will remain open to view as a lot of hard work has been put into it. I thank once again, all those who willingly contributed and kindly supported.
By removing myself from the equation, mainly the negativity generated by the offenders of the deaf world, I am now free.
Donning my flip-flops (the poor things!), I walked down a long, winding and dusty road of North Africa taking in the wilderness of the countryside whilst absorbing the desert sun. Admiring those dressed in traditional Berber gear, for being proud of who they are and from whence they originated. Humanity, morality and peace were of more importance than money and status.
There was not an iota of any negativity, arrogance or hostility in the villagers’ faces or their body language but an abundance of friendliness, acceptance, respect and kindness. I could not have felt more safe or welcome being amongst such hospitality – which was extremely appreciated.
During my walk, ahead of me there was a particular field, which was covered with wild flowers that also seemed to be dancing and swaying except there was no wind. Upon closer inspection, it was an amazing show of butterflies simply bathing in Mother Nature and her designs. The sound of silence could not have been more apparent or golden.
In another field, being protected by the shade of a tree was a lonely goatherd who was perhaps keeping one eye on his goats (not literally!) in between 40 winks from under his tired but beloved cap. A song from my childhood started to play in my mind, (what we would call ‘musical tinnitus’) that yodelled for a minute or so to the tune of “Lay ee odl lay ee odl lay hee hoo!” I paused for a second thinking, “What would the lonely goatherd have been like, if someone had got his goat?” 😉
As I was growing up, I always had a cactus plant or two so to see cacti being right at home, proudly growing in the wild, made me wonder just what a prickly subject it might be for some 😉 (Ouch!) Moreover, what made it even more of an idyllic scene was the vast majestic mountains. Just by looking at them from a distance, the backdrop astounded me. The enormity of Mother Nature was simply breath-taking, all this natural beauty and the various amazing designs of creation was making my heart smile.
For some reason I did not see any camels, perhaps they had got the hump? 😉 There were plenty of asses grazing though – donkeys of course. Looking around, you have to see it to believe just how much brighter it is here than in the UK yet the lingering scent of cigarettes (and alcohol) in the UK compared to just how much cleaner the air is here, is sickeningly obvious.
There was no hint of poison in the air either, potentially laying in wait to corrupt and manipulate beings further. I realised just how vital it was, to avoid any negativity and venom via other people and engineered situations. Upon determining what needed to be done in order to recover my equilibrium and to retain that sense of peace from within, right there and then, I felt a wave of relief, a sense of enlightenment, freedom and independence. Most importantly of all, a taste of happiness. I once again needed to be free, as a bird, to be me.
I then relatively reminisced how the plane journey had made me feel serene just by looking out of the window, gliding through the air, soaring high above, and the clouds, which varied from being wispy like candyfloss or as soft as a duvet. An infinity of all shades of blue from above, below (the sea) and ahead. There was no looking back and so it was, onwards and upwards.