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Deep Relaxation Therapy

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 Deep Relaxation Therapy . Warning . TRIGGER .

It all started officially when I was seventeen years old . I had recently moved to a new foster family . Social Services deemed that it was in my best interests to go into a third family as I was not ready just yet to go and live independantly . I was moved to this new family on 22nd July 1991 . I really liked my placement . I felt finally free , I could do what I wanted within reason . As long as I returned to the house to go to bed . I had been placed with a lovely Caribbean family . My social workers from thirteen were black or dual heritage , to match my ethnicity . I had left a Caucasian household of over ten years .

I cannot remember the exact time and date , but I had been recently packed in by a lad and I was very upset. All I remember of it now was my freaking out completely at when my foster carer tried to comfort me . He went to hug me , bless him , but I had this wild flashback that brought me out in a panic . You see my panic was that an older black man was touching me in private places . I don't know where it had come from .  But I became nervous of all older black men .  ( Please don't think this is a racist piece of writing )

I grew up in an area that didn't have many Caribbean people . Somehow it got back to my social worker and Consultant Psychiatrist that my behaviour was becoming odder than usual . The next thing I remember was a 'therapy session' that dealt with underlying memories called 'Deep relaxation therapy ' .

As my Psychiatrist and I walked through the inpatients section of Thorneywood Unit , I remember seeing children and teenagers about the same ages as I . Was I the same as them , tainted by the mental health label ? , but they were living in the hospital . I just had appointments . I can't be that bad as I am not living here I thought as I walked through to an empty room .

I lay on a red leather couch thing and I remember talking to me , telling me to do things with muscles of my body . Quite soon I was deeply relaxed , almost like in a dream like state . She started to ask me questions . , then counting back and back to a time frame I am not consciously able to remember very well . She started to ask me questions . Presumely I answered them as in the transcript that I have in my CAHMS records ,  It talks about a dolly I had . Similar to my own name .

I started to tense up , feeling a panic in my throat as I started to recall a certain incident , a very traumatic incident , the room , the wallpaper . The face . As I was brought around from this haze , I woke to find my cheeks were all wet , my body clammy . I am led slowly out of the room in a daze to go home in a taxi that has been called for me . Only then do I equate the exact reason why I freaked out ..........Melizza Moore <mjm10475@gmail.com>11:21 (31 minutes ago)  to melizza

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Casting Shadows .

Casting Shadows

 

By M.J Moore

 

There was always that gravitational pull , deep in the pit of my stomach. The constant need for reassurance and answers. I felt isolated though I was surrounded by faces. There were friends that I had , but they didn't know the "real me".

 

There were things that I wanted to say , but I didn't know how to articulate it. Was there anybody else like me. Well there was other children who were picked out by there parents. I didn't really understand the word Adoption. Or even long term foster care. I just knew that this is where I had to live until I was a grown up. That this is where I had lived since I was five years old.

 

But underneath all of that , I had these pictures that were in my mind , that were hazy , almost like they were obselete photographs. I saw the image of discarded real family members. Not discarded because it was my choice , but of the situation that I was placed in. The memories that I have have become vague flashbacks , glimpses of buildings , peoples faces. I was not given a snapshot of my mother. So I didn't know who it was that I resembled. As I got a little bit older doing my "scrap book" with my new mum and dad there were pictures to stick in this book . There was oone of my first carers. They were Afro Caribbean and I knew them to be "Aunty and Uncle". I revisited Aunty and Uncle's house , directly outside it when I was a late teen , undertaking the official life story work , alongside of my then Social Worker

 

 

As I reached my thirties I had this pull in the pit of my stomach again . Something was telling me to return to the places that I have ever lived. In trepidation I mentally prepared myself for this event. I took just my camera phone , a pair of comfy shoes and set sail.

 

I am a frequent visitor to West Bridgford as I always do my food shopping at the Asda there. But this time I was staying on the bus , past the stop where I usually get off. The houses flashed into my eyes that I recognised as being much smaller than I remembered. Past the college that I attended as a sixteen year old, to the bus stop that was mine as a young child. Gingerly I remember walking the same route as I always did then . Onto the actual road I lived on. I knew that I was at the right place by counting the numbers of the doors. I got to number 100 , my old house. It looked nothing like the house that I left many years ago. It looked much posher , bigger nicer driveway . But then I looked up and saw my old bedroom. I even "saw" the wallpaper and curtains of the past. But inside I felt a heavy weight of sadness . Sadness that exuded from me . The adult me. I could almost hear my own voice , but as a child. I could hear my tears through those bricks.

 

I just wanted to get away from this house , just as surely as I did then. Though it looks different now , the memories were seeping out slowly. So I sped quickly up the road , to find the next location. Our local shop. This was where I spent my pocket money on sweeties. The old fashioned type. Cola Cubes , hundreds and thousands. I rounded the corner to where I was so excited. But in it's place was another shop. I could visualise my infant hands clutching a white bag full of goodies . I took a picture of this.

 

A little further on , is the route that I used to take to get to my primary school. Everything seemed so much small. As appose to the treks and effort that back in the day seemed arduous.

As I approached my school , I could see myself as an almost six year old going through the school gates every morning. I walked through into the grounds and walked a wee bit further into the school playground. I stood in the middle of the playground and could see myself trying to find somebody who would play with me. Then down the bank I saw my secondary school . It looked so big. I took a picture. I saw myself doing my sports days of yester years. The photographs becoming distant memories. But casting shadows of a former by gone era.

TO BE CONTINUED ............ .

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Life in Foster Care ( the one not on paper )

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Life behind the lens


As a former child in the foster care system , life on the outside looked idyllic . I lived in a nice area of Nottingham , lived in a very nice house . I belonged in a nice family set up . I was unofficially adopted by this family . I am not sure whose idea it was that I called them Mum and Dad , brother and sister . But quite soon after my arrival that was the reality . It didn't stop me fantasizing bout wanting to run away to find my 'real family' . The ones that were out there somewhere . There was no location name for where I had come from , just that I knew visually where I had come from.

This new area was different , the houses were far bigger , the cars were better . The people spoke differently . Almost like I was marooned in a foriegn land . You learn as a child to adapt tho your circumstances . Quite soon I started to forget about the other place .

 

My new Mum and Dad never had poor days . There was always plenty to eat. A larder full of food . It was the equivlant of an eat all you want buffet. I noticed that I was treated differently from the other children . I was the trouble maker , the one who couldn't do anything right . I would overhear snatched conversations and the shrillness of voice that announced that the mother figure was exasperated with me yet again . The cross angry at me for whatever I had done wrong . The constant 'You'll be the death of me Lisa ' . Always so dramatic prose that woman ! . Being blamed for her mounting anxiety . I write these words thirty odd years later as it still resonates in my brain that I am a 'problem ' .

Every few weeks there would be after school visits from Mrs. Margaret Humphreys , who seemed to be quite friendly with the new Mum and Dad . She didn't seem to want to talk to me much . Only them . But her shrill voice telling me off as well was too much . I often think of Margaret as only the stern voice that would harp on at me reminding me of the scum that I was . To reiterate me of why I was not with my real family because I was such a 'bad little girl' . That label has stuck like glue .

I can only imagine what the foster mum was drip feeding her over the years . Lisa this and Lisa that . I now had the oppurtunity to read my full case files ,so I know there were detailed meetings ( Case Conferences) to discuss my development . I wasn't invited until I was roughly twelve . By this time I had the inkling that something serious was underfoot . It seemed the more time I was 'acting out' , the more shouting took place , so I acted out all the more . I got the distinct impression that they wanted rid of me as a family . I was out of control by then . If I am accurate to my ways was as a promiscuous child who didn't know why I was doing it . I had started puberty earlier than expected . So maybe it was that .

By early teenage years I was took to the doctors surgery as the foster mum feared I was 'oversexed' . But alarm bells still didn't register , no discussions to put me on contraception . Just the knowledge that I was probably up to all sorts . Though it was true that boys were an escape route to my misery of feeling unloved , there were plenty of occasions that I was petrified of telling adults that I thought I might be pregnant . I also started to display violent behaviour out of anger towards people . I was constantly in trouble at school . I eventually expelled from one school , suspended numerous times from another . I was a ticking time bomb . No anger management though ! . I started to turn that inwards by using food as a weapon and also a reward .

There was one lad that was a racist violent type . He thought of nothing of beating me up in front of his friends or using me sexually when he felt like it . That was the part theat I didn't enjoy at all . Too scared of him to refuse . It says in my files that I was at risk from 'sexual exploitation' . My Psychiatrist knew what was going on as I used to tell her quite a bit . I had no self esteem to realise that this was a destructive situation , so on it carried until I left the area at sixteen . I was seen as a promiscuous girl , so why would I be believed that sometimes it was under duress or the threat of more violence .

In 1994 Radford Social Services were fully aware of rumours of domestic abuse by another partner . This social worker wrote to me asking me to come in the offices and handed me a leaflet on domestic abuse . I was too ashamed to admit he too was quite a cruel bloke as well . I eventually found the courage to leave him as well . Life behind the lens of social services intervention throughout my life leads me to conclude that the powers that be knows bout things because it is like a game of Chinese whispers and the game of Russian Roulette . Of whom they want to assist and whom they don't . I can now see where the mental illness label slotted in , from the reading of all my childhood files . I look back at those years in mixed emotions . Tinged with a sadness that couldn't be mended by anybody .

Because I was under a Psychiatrist , I didn't feel the need to discuss my sexuality with anybody else . She used to attend these meetings fully aware of the situation but not alert my social worker of any concerns . This set a pattern throughout my young adulthood that Social Services were aware of this innate sadness within , but I unsure of what my position was in life and feeling very confused .

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Beautiful destinations I have been too .

Childhood Holidays 

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As I look through my photograph albums in front of me . I found myself catapulted back in time to some very nice memories . These are when I was a young girl of the holidays I went on . They make me smile as I can see exactly the places that I have travelled to . One of my earliest memories is getting all exited when I was told that we were going on holiday to France . I remember the early morning start at the crack of dawn and the long long journey down to Dover .

I had never been on a ferry before , so I had no idea what to expect . I wondered how on earth that cars fit under a boat . The boats I played with in my bath didn't have cars in them . As we approached Dover , I could smell the sea air and the screeching of the seagulls .Our car drove into this big thing and parked with lots of other cars ( a giant car park) . We then ascended onto the deck . I remember feeling very queasy as the ferry started to move , but exited at the same time at seeing the coastline of France . Calais to be precise . There came another long car ride to our destination . Paris .

Paris is a remarkable place . The hustle and bustle of it all . The scenery . I went in the Notre Damm Cathedral , the River Seine and the Eiffel Tower . Honestly , that thing is huge , when you are six years old standing right in front of it . It was some years later that I travelled to the top of it . Simular to the film Superman 2 I think and view to a kill . We stayed at a lovely place called Brittany in Southern France . Little me acquired a healthy looking suntan . I must have gone to France quite a few times as I recall the cuisine was not really to my liking . Very strong coffee with no milk or sugar. Lapin , frogs legs and snails in garlic butter . Raw steak it seemed was on the menu . Best of all was the drink on offer called Orangina . The blinding heat is definitley not like the U.K .The picture of my belly flopping into a huge lake off a jetty looking thing and the subsequent images me in a dinghy are quite special .

 

Save for the horrible event of someplace that was huge and garden like a HUMUNGOUS tarantula looking business crawling up my leg . I tell you , I screamed and cried . A kindly gentlemen removed this creature . It was horrible , petrifying for me . And as for the camoflagued lizard watching me eat my picnic was not at all funny . Dunno what it is about wildlife , but they seem to follow me .

 

That always reminds me of France nowadays . I am certain that I have been in the Lourve , the picture of the Mona Lisa is featuring in my mind . Mind you I have visited many art galleries in my time . We travelled to Switzerland . I have pictures of me sitting near the top of some mountains ( later identified as the Alps ) and the cable cars . That James Bond film  with the giant Jaws in it fighting at the cable cars still frightens me now . I thought that we were going to drop.

Every school holidays , the parental figures would take us to a remote farm house called Penrhyn Isaf farm . They were friends with the owners . It was there that hold many nice memories . Nearby is the village of Portmeiron and Porthmadog . As a family we went on long walks to collect firewood . The trips down a stony pathway to the outdoor loo complete with HUGE spiders for company was not at all pleasant and my squealing for help waking up everybody .

 

 The "cob" near Porthmadog was roughly a two to three mile walk to the centre . The trains arriving there from Blaneau Ffestiiniog railway used to come past . With their individual names on the trains . They were steam trains . We used to walk to the centre of Porthmadog just for fun . Once or twice we went in this pottery place where I would sit at a potters wheel and make some kind of clay object . Wait for that to put in a kiln I think . Then paint it .  Great fun that was . This farm house had no television ,  so we had to make our own fun . Exploring the surrounding areas were miles away . Fields and fields of distant moo cows and sheep and their droppings . The sister figure and I snook into the leafy Portmeiron by scrambling over a fence . There was a beach about two miles away .Through this quite pleasant greenery and pathway . I can still picture it now and the smell of the plants .  Down an ever sloping hill . Our little legs would ache after a day at the beach . We would walk along the Tan Y Bwlch railway , sometimes catching the train back . Have you got the feeling that my childhood involved an awful lot of exercise yet ? . The amount of times that I have climed Snowdon is phenomenal . As a six year old trekking up there and Brecon Beacons . I cannot convey how beautiful Wales is , albeit for the sheep in the way and blooming rain clouds .

We went to Loch Lomond when I was eight and the Isle of Skye . We went with another family that I had befriended the children previously in France . They were from Huddersfield . The females went pony trekking , whilst the males went mackeral fishing . Thirty six mackerals were caught that day . We ate fish that night . I climbed Ben Nevis in this same time period . The highest mountain in the U.K . All there is at the top of this mountain is a rock . Wow !.

We used to go to Scarborough quite a bit , to sty in a hotel run by friends of the family . A really nice hotel . My favourite things to do in Scarborough was to visit the outdoor swimming park and the pier . To return to the hotel for a slap up meal .  They had an indoor swimming pool in there . Not a good plan to have lunch before spending hours in the pool though . My forays to foriegn acclimbes such as Italy and Germany were in the late 1980's . We caught the mono rail from France to Italy that took all night . We went to Lake Garda to go camping ( Eurostar ) . Absolutely stunning location and Milan . There is a funny memory ... not so funny at the time in a busy place with a big churchy looking arena , there flocked some pigeons . They were after my lunch . I am petrified of the blasted things so I fled in terror into the church , refusing to come out to eat . It reminds me of the first time in London when I was eleven being surrounded by pigeons . Totally having this full on panic attack . Everybody else was fine . I wasn't .

 

Oh yes and I do like Italian food and male attention there . Suffice to say they rather were amoured with me . Hmm Hmm. I was roughly fourteen . I climbed the leaning tower of Pisa . ( this was before the closure to the public ). Germany was an interesting experience . I remember it for its culinary things , namely the different varieties of sausages and salamies for breakfast alone .

We went to Ireland in 1990 . Being as I was now scared of boats after the Zeebrugee disaster , I opted to go by air. The toddy little erlingus flight took me to Dublin where I am pictured sitting by the statue of Mary Malone . We then went to Southern Ireland to our destination . Trabolgan holiday camp . My last holiday with this family was to North Wales again . I hve not returned to this idyllic destination since . I wonder what became of the elderly couple known to me as Mr and Mrs Thomas. Though I can revisit all this destinations in my photo album or at a click of a button on google . http://www.porthmadog.co.uk/ http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ffestiniog_Railway http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lake_Garda

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Herbal Treatment for Insomnia is the use of various plants with sedative properties that helps in promoting sleep. You can use various herbs for insomnia and other sleep problems.
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A BORN FIGHTER

The struggle to acheive

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A BORN FIGHTER


As I go back in time , there are several phrases that stick out like a sore thumb . The ones that were telling me to "pull your socks up Lisa " , "concentrate Lisa" , "think before you speak Lisa ". You see to people that grew up with me, I am Lisa/Liza , not Melizza . But only a few times people would tell me I was a born fighter through and through . I seem to bounce back from every knock back . Every verbal critism that is laid in my path . The road to success is rocky one . Even this draft has been rewritten , lest there be a slight tendancy to be OCD like and perfectionism . Maybe my childhood was an ok thing after all . My talents clearly are else where than study study study . One of my talents is the gift of insight , etc  photographic memory etc . 

 

 

I grew up in the foster care system . My foster family were very educated and religious . Church was a regular event. In my records that I have here , there are repeated references that there was something deeply wrong with me mentally . I was described as not being on the same wave length as other children . Disturbed even , on a short fuse and probably wanton . It was easier to goof off in class , than incuring the wrath of teacher  verbally laying into me . I always fear critism of any kind . It was easier NOT to raise my hand , to ask Miss if she could explain something again , until I understood what she was trying to teach me . I know this now to be mild Dyslexia and moderate Dyspraxia . Certain subjects hold no interest to me . It was easier to not admit that I couldn't actually see the black board , until I was right in front of it squinting , and the blinding head aches alongside  it . That is the period when I was taken to the opticians and given glasses .

 

How , I managed to pass eight G.C.S.E's and a manner of other qualifications with flying colours is a mystery . I was dumbed down academically . But described as a talented writer ,  a very sporty girl . It is with proudness that I look at my five star certificate for Athletics from the AAA. It is proudness when I got a letter telling me in 1999 that I had gotten a place in Nottingham Trent University . But it wasn't the Law , Criminology or Psychology I was after . I think now in hindsight that was God's plan for me , that he knew that Academia is a struggle . Deep down my first choice was Nursing . In between crap jobs in which I have walked out of , Nursing was always at the forefront . Though there is a certain edge to me , it is my chosen career . I am nearly there or the equivalent . I am a care support worker .

 

Twenty years after becoming a mother , and fifteen of being in a relationship , I am more than halfway there . A few weeks ago , it spooked me to be told that I had beaten the assistant trainer in attendance that day , a score in Dementia training . ( 97 %) . That the aptitude for written work was "outstanding" . It is my greatest moment standing alongside a certain Mr. David Icke who recognised the references to research that I undertook a few years ago . Nattering away to him was great . I knew my reputation for asking difficult questions preceeded me . That is now well over seven hundred Freedom of Information requests , that a few of them have been  used in the media . When I look back and  can see the born fighter  that I became , it gives me a great sense of satisfaction. Anyway better get ready for work now . Toodle pip xxx

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The enchanting tale of Sleeping Beauty .

Fairy tales retold . 

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Sleeping Beauty
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Sleeping Beauty



RETOLD TRUTHFULLY by Melizza Moore


In another Kingdom , far far away . There lived a Royal Family. No not the United Kingdom one. The Queen and King were yet to fall pregnant . Magically the Queen conceived a baby . They were very very excited of news of an impending birth.

Months passed by . Nine to be exact. On a certain day the Queen gave birth to a beautiful baby girl . They decided to call her Aurora. As many Christians like to , they decided to get their daughter christened . So they sent out invitations to all the important people in the land . Also invitations went to the local fairies who could bestow some smashing gifts. They all had wonderful powers. But they missed out one fairy. She was a bit of a bad tempered spinster . Her name was called Melethescent . They figured that she might upset the equilibrium of the other fairies. So they simply didn't invite her to the celebrations . Tut tut !

Well , on finding out this shocking gossip , she was a bit jealous. She figured that she would gate crash instead. It wasn't like the Queen and King could ACTUALLY stop her presence being felt.

The day arrived . Everything was going according to plan . The caterers had got their food stuff worked out well , it was all laid out nicely. Everybody was arriving. The Royal vicar was on time. All the attendees in the seating hall ready to start. The good little fairies all excited , all ready to lay their special gifts to the beautiful Princess Aurora.

When out of nowhere , there came a giant puff of smoke . Everybody jumped back in alarm. It was the angry Melethescent . She was clearly disgruntled by the lack of invitation. Suprizingly she had a smile on her face.

She strode over to the golden moses basket , in which Princess Aurora lay, gentling stroking her face. The guests started to feel scared , as this was not Melethescent's reputation. In truth Melethescent was not a good fairy , she was a wicked old witch. In a throaty voice she said "I too come , bearing the Princess gifts". There was a collective gasp from the congregation. All of the others had blessed the child with NICE gifts , such as beauty , intelligence , artistic , grace and other nice charms . What possibly could this venomous women give her that hadn't been given yet.

Melethescent intoned "When she is sixteen years old , she will prick her finger on a spindle and will die". Alas , this was the last gift and couldn't be undone. In his terror , the Queen and King declared that ALL spindles would be destroyed , in order to stop this terrible calamity occuring in the future. As quickly as she arrived in a puff of smoke , she disappeared . Nobody saw Melethescent again . Presumed dead.

Princess Aurora indeed grew up to be blessed with all the wonderful gifts the good fairies had bestowed upon her. Fair , beautiful , graceful , nimble , articulate , charming . Everything a proud parent could ever want . Everybody loved her .

Many years had passed . Believing no harm would ever take place . The Queen and King quit having panic attacks , stopped being so hyper vigilant . At last Princess Aurora was about to turn sixteen . The royal duo , went out of their kingdom to buy appropriate gifts for their daughter .

The day of Princess Aurora's birthday party arrived . Everybody was going to be assembling for a right royal knees up. As usual chefs bustled in the kitchen . Everybody doing their theng. Princess Aurora decided that she was going to take a more leisurely walk than usual  . Her walk led her to a more aged part of the castle. A part that was secret. NOBODY knew about this section.

Gingerly she ascended the stair case. It was all cobwebbed . A little bit dusty up this staircase. But curiosity got the better of her. She kept climbing up the ever winding stair case. At last she reached a weather beaten wooden door. She pushed it open . The door creaked loudly. There was a strange sight before her. An EXTREMELY elderly unattractive lady sat at this strange contraption. Why , it looked like a chair and a wheel . She had never seen one of these before .

 
Princess Aurora asked "What is this ?".


The aged lady replied  "It is a spindle , would you like to have a go?.

"Ooh yes please" , replied Princess Aurora

No sooner had Aurora's hand had touched the spindle , when something very sharp pricked her finger . Something that was making Aurora all whoozy and poorly . Immediately she fell to the ground in a dead faint. Also known as a coma. The prick could have been a hypodermic needle in truth , laced with narcotics . Who knows ?. But the aged unattractive woman disappeared as if by magic . This sociopathic woman had already been deemed dead . So nobody knew any the wiser.

Strangely enough , at the exact moment , everybody within the palace walls also fell asleep . As in like a mass narcoleptic fit. Even the animals in their stables , the horses in their paddocks fell fast asleep . All was silent.

Many decades past , the palace growing secluded by the mass of trees. Nobody could get through . Until exactly 100 years had passed since Aurora had been pricked . Which made her 116 in theory . On this day a handsome prince came riding through this enchanted forest on his trusty stead. He was armed with his knife. No not carrying a knife intent on maiming somebody ! .
He arrived at the entrance to the thicket , using his knife , that had been blessed with magical powers , he easily parted the thicket . He sauntered into the deserted grounds. Bodies of people lay littered everywhere . Not actually dead. Clearly still breathing. But everybody afflicted by the same characteristics.

He eventually lost his way and found himself in the secret passageway . He climbed up the barren staircase . Found the wooden door . There in the middle of the room , lay the most beautiful girl , lay all suppine on the floor . He knelt down and placed her gently on the bed the other side of the room. He bent down and kissed her very gently. Immediately Princess Aurora opened her eyes . The evil spell had been broken . She immediately fell in love with this brilliant snogger . At the exact same time , the rest of the castle awoke .

I am ecstatic to tell you , that instead of a sixteenth birthday party , turned into an declaration of love. A marriage proposal . Princess Aurora eventually married her handsome prince , complete with pomp and ceremony .

THE END

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The analysis of popular fairy tales.

It has been quite a while , since I pondered to myself what fairy tales , actually are trying to tell us . As a child I spent many an hour in my bedroom , with my nose in a book . Some of these books were Roald Dahl and his wonderful imagination . My favourite book of all time still is Charlie and the Chocolate factory. Within these pages I was immediately transported into another realm . I could visualise the actual scenery . I wanted to be Charlie Bucket . How his wishes became true. 

 

I never could envisage the darkness of his tales . Well , you don't really as a child question a grown ups word . Not unless you are a spunky nipper. Precocious I suppose. A bit like Miss Veruca Salt and the ilk.  But also the hilarity of it all  . A child winning over a corrupt set of adults. Yowzers !. 

 

My also favourites were the Well loved Fairy tales . Ladybird if I  remember rightly. Jack and the Beanstalk , Sleeping Beauty , Rapunzel etc. On looking back on it all . They do seem very very dark . We got stories of abandonment , wilful neglect , nasty rotten step parents . Is that why people have an innate hang up about  step parents ? . Plotlines that seem to crystalise , then go away. Murder , enchanted woods . Wicked witches etc. NICE !

 

Is it any wonder why children do not like to sleep at night , with their pitiful cries of "Mummy there is a monster in my closet/ wardrobe , there is a monster under my bed. The child imagination and perception is a strange thing .

 

I will be dismantling these slushy fairy tales and rewriting it as it is. But should you feel the need to tell a fairy tale tonight . Let it be nice and non scary ! 

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Political Correctness

Outdated Phrases

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 Stream img class="Uk wi hE" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-VhVjuVjX5Fw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAj4/qDIyzbzhCgU/s46-c-k-no/photo.jpg"; alt="" width="46" height="46" />elizza MooreShared publicly  -  3:59Parenting  Children   Political Correctness .
I am writing this somewhat risky blogpost today about the above word Political Correctness . When I was a child I do not recall this phrase being bandied about . This is a quite recent invention . Words mean different things to different people .
Certainly as a child , it was deemed incorrect or grossly rude to call adults by their Christian name . You had to call them Mrs so and so . Etiquette was afforded to the middle to upper classes . Oh no , pooh hoo , was not something observed to the lower classes . That was all about the rights and wrongs of life . When I had children , I taught them certain lessons , that it is wrong to mock those less fortunate than yourself . To be polite and well mannered . No uncouthness was allowed . Lots of people still state how well behaved my lads are . I do not like children especially running amok . That is poor parenting , if you do not where and what your offspring is up to . But I am digressing somewhat . 
As a child , it was brought to my attention , that there were a few people around who kinda lived in a wheelchair . How my parental figure verbally scolded me for staring . It led me to the conclusion that being stared at is not very nice . I didn't know the name of their illness , just that the word used was 'Handicapped' . That Handicapped people had certain words used to describe their condition . The word I am mean of course,  is the word retarded or spastic . It makes me wince now , as people still use these words in a derogatory fashion . 
That people who were deemed what is now known as Learning Difficulties were called the  'mentally handicapped '. The other not so polite words would be used in conjunction of 'slow, backwards , feeble minded ' . Awful words would be being called 'thick , stupid , dunce , cretin , imbecile '' . I remember those words being thrown about me . I mean who would believe , reading this , is that I am mildy Dyslexic and moderately Dyspraxic . These things , though I try to forget about them , do ail me . I do get things upside down and back to front . I almost certainly should proof read something before publishing ,  as I have an unfortunate tendancy to miss out words in a sentence .
I was called the above words too . A social worker in 1981 stated that I was 'emotionally retarded' . If broken down that translates to a withdrawn child who is traumatised by something . Well that is what I hope she meant . In my own world and unable to communicate properly . Clearly I made up for lost time !
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Beautiful destinations I have been too .

Childhood Holidays 

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As I look through my photograph albums in front of me . I found myself catapulted back in time to some very nice memories . These are when I was a young girl of the holidays I went on . They make me smile as I can see exactly the places that I have travelled to . One of my earliest memories is getting all exited when I was told that we were going on holiday to France . I remember the early morning start at the crack of dawn and the long long journey down to Dover .

I had never been on a ferry before , so I had no idea what to expect . I wondered how on earth that cars fit under a boat . The boats I played with in my bath didn't have cars in them . As we approached Dover , I could smell the sea air and the screeching of the seagulls .Our car drove into this big thing and parked with lots of other cars ( a giant car park) . We then ascended onto the deck . I remember feeling very queasy as the ferry started to move , but exited at the same time at seeing the coastline of France . Calais to be precise . There came another long car ride to our destination . Paris .

Paris is a remarkable place . The hustle and bustle of it all . The scenery . I went in the Notre Damm Cathedral , the River Seine and the Eiffel Tower . Honestly , that thing is huge , when you are six years old standing right in front of it . It was some years later that I travelled to the top of it . Simular to the film Superman 2 I think and view to a kill . We stayed at a lovely place called Brittany in Southern France . Little me acquired a healthy looking suntan . I must have gone to France quite a few times as I recall the cuisine was not really to my liking . Very strong coffee with no milk or sugar. Lapin , frogs legs and snails in garlic butter . Raw steak it seemed was on the menu . Best of all was the drink on offer called Orangina . The blinding heat is definitley not like the U.K .The picture of my belly flopping into a huge lake off a jetty looking thing and the subsequent images me in a dinghy are quite special .

 

Save for the horrible event of someplace that was huge and garden like a HUMUNGOUS tarantula looking business crawling up my leg . I tell you , I screamed and cried . A kindly gentlemen removed this creature . It was horrible , petrifying for me . And as for the camoflagued lizard watching me eat my picnic was not at all funny . Dunno what it is about wildlife , but they seem to follow me .

 

That always reminds me of France nowadays . I am certain that I have been in the Lourve , the picture of the Mona Lisa is featuring in my mind . Mind you I have visited many art galleries in my time . We travelled to Switzerland . I have pictures of me sitting near the top of some mountains ( later identified as the Alps ) and the cable cars . That James Bond film  with the giant Jaws in it fighting at the cable cars still frightens me now . I thought that we were going to drop.

Every school holidays , the parental figures would take us to a remote farm house called Penrhyn Isaf farm . They were friends with the owners . It was there that hold many nice memories . Nearby is the village of Portmeiron and Porthmadog . As a family we went on long walks to collect firewood . The trips down a stony pathway to the outdoor loo complete with HUGE spiders for company was not at all pleasant and my squealing for help waking up everybody .

 

 The "cob" near Porthmadog was roughly a two to three mile walk to the centre . The trains arriving there from Blaneau Ffestiiniog railway used to come past . With their individual names on the trains . They were steam trains . We used to walk to the centre of Porthmadog just for fun . Once or twice we went in this pottery place where I would sit at a potters wheel and make some kind of clay object . Wait for that to put in a kiln I think . Then paint it .  Great fun that was . This farm house had no television ,  so we had to make our own fun . Exploring the surrounding areas were miles away . Fields and fields of distant moo cows and sheep and their droppings . The sister figure and I snook into the leafy Portmeiron by scrambling over a fence . There was a beach about two miles away .Through this quite pleasant greenery and pathway . I can still picture it now and the smell of the plants .  Down an ever sloping hill . Our little legs would ache after a day at the beach . We would walk along the Tan Y Bwlch railway , sometimes catching the train back . Have you got the feeling that my childhood involved an awful lot of exercise yet ? . The amount of times that I have climed Snowdon is phenomenal . As a six year old trekking up there and Brecon Beacons . I cannot convey how beautiful Wales is , albeit for the sheep in the way and blooming rain clouds .

We went to Loch Lomond when I was eight and the Isle of Skye . We went with another family that I had befriended the children previously in France . They were from Huddersfield . The females went pony trekking , whilst the males went mackeral fishing . Thirty six mackerals were caught that day . We ate fish that night . I climbed Ben Nevis in this same time period . The highest mountain in the U.K . All there is at the top of this mountain is a rock . Wow !.

We used to go to Scarborough quite a bit , to sty in a hotel run by friends of the family . A really nice hotel . My favourite things to do in Scarborough was to visit the outdoor swimming park and the pier . To return to the hotel for a slap up meal .  They had an indoor swimming pool in there . Not a good plan to have lunch before spending hours in the pool though . My forays to foriegn acclimbes such as Italy and Germany were in the late 1980's . We caught the mono rail from France to Italy that took all night . We went to Lake Garda to go camping ( Eurostar ) . Absolutely stunning location and Milan . There is a funny memory ... not so funny at the time in a busy place with a big churchy looking arena , there flocked some pigeons . They were after my lunch . I am petrified of the blasted things so I fled in terror into the church , refusing to come out to eat . It reminds me of the first time in London when I was eleven being surrounded by pigeons . Totally having this full on panic attack . Everybody else was fine . I wasn't .

 

Oh yes and I do like Italian food and male attention there . Suffice to say they rather were amoured with me . Hmm Hmm. I was roughly fourteen . I climbed the leaning tower of Pisa . ( this was before the closure to the public ). Germany was an interesting experience . I remember it for its culinary things , namely the different varieties of sausages and salamies for breakfast alone .

We went to Ireland in 1990 . Being as I was now scared of boats after the Zeebrugee disaster , I opted to go by air. The toddy little erlingus flight took me to Dublin where I am pictured sitting by the statue of Mary Malone . We then went to Southern Ireland to our destination . Trabolgan holiday camp . My last holiday with this family was to North Wales again . I hve not returned to this idyllic destination since . I wonder what became of the elderly couple known to me as Mr and Mrs Thomas. Though I can revisit all this destinations in my photo album or at a click of a button on google . http://www.porthmadog.co.uk/ http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ffestiniog_Railway http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lake_Garda

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Care Leavers

Life behind the scenes as a former care leaver 

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Care Leavers May 16, 2014 I can remember it like it was yesterday . Though it now almost twenty one years ago . It was 1993 , and I was living in a semi independent unit known as "210" . It is actually 210 Mansfield Road . I had been living there since October 1992 . It was big house with like bedsits in it . There was a caretaker who lived in . We just had to make sure our social workers saw us to be honest for "handovers" , check in with the project workers and manager every so often . We were basically independent . Left to our own devices . I dunno about every other resident , but for me I had what would be now known as hardship payments/job seekers allowance . I had a set amount in which to live on . My rent was sorted out via  Social Services etc . I also went and did a YTS in hospitality and catering . ( Training in being a Chef basically. I did so NVQ level 1 and some of 2 in that .  )

 

I had just my food and essentials to get in weekly .  This is where I met the now world famous actress Samantha Morton . ( honestly that girl has always been the same ) . I was a trustee who was allowed to answer the phones in the office etc. But before this I was in foster care . When a child gets to about sixteen , there are decisions to be made about the future . Whether a child is going to college , where they are going to live . Whether they are returning home to live with family . If a child decides to "go home" then they lose all the basic package of payments and services available to them until their twenty first birthday I made sure I got what I was entitled to . The leaving care grant . Yes there is such a payment . To accrue items for furnishing your new home . Should it be a flat /house , you are entitled to it . You are also entitled to DHSS payments under the "leaving an institution clause". I got taken shopping with my then social worker to buy pots pans , the essentials . That was great fun . A child may also be entitled to ask for driving lessons . Make sure that you are not afraid to ask for these things . I was going to return home , but I was tempted to living on my own . The care order that I was under,  I was told that it had been down graded to unsupervised contact with my family in 1991/92 as I had been caught sneaking around there on a few occasions . Yes if a child is as sharp as I am , they can use their wishes and feelings to state how they'd like things . They can be invited to all review meetings because by this time they will have been deemed Gillick Competent/Fraser Competent as I was . This was from the age of twelve for me. Social Services can over rule you though on certain matters . 

 

By the time I had moved out of 210  in July 1993 , I had already been awarded a council flat in Radford as I was heavily pregnant with my then eldest son . I am not saying girls in foster care should deliberatley get themselves pregnant , as the waiting lists now are very long . But Social Services are obliged to support you if that should happen . At no time what so ever was I encouraged to give up my bambino up for adoption . But it was reiterated that because of my legal status as a care leaver , that I would be monitered carefully . The pregnancy moved nicely . I gave birth in November 1993 . By this time I had started frequenting a place called Base 51 in Nottingham . I made full use of the facilities there as advised by my now resttlement support workers . Yes care leavers get one of them too . There was young parents groups etc . My baby and I loved it . I am still friends with two of the other members . They know whom they are . So I won't tag them here . I also went to young parents groups in my area . I was totally emeshed in the young parent's group in my local area . 

 

Looking back on it all as a now nearly forty year old woman , I can see that there are great draw backs in the system . Care leavers are said to be more likely to become pregnant earlier , not leave school with good qualifications . Be involved with criminality . This is a very sad indictment of today' s youth . That many of the young adults in prisons , YOI's are care leavers . I have addressed this issue in copious meetings with City Council meetings to raise concerns of why this is happening often . What one of the social workers in that room nodding her head vigourously at everything I said was that SHE was one of my former social workers . You have to take care of the care leavers , essential with life skills training from their early teenage years to prepare them for independence from around fourteen years of age  . This is tantamount to neglect if this is not done . It is a national disgrace . That was agreed all around the room . I hope that I have made this as informative as possible . Suffice to say , my husband has been ordered to silence whilst I was writing this , as it is the first time I have spoken about this publicly. And it needs to be an accurate depiction of behind the scenes . https://www.gov.uk/leaving-foster-or-local-authority-care

 

                                                                   Mrs Melizza Jayne Moore nee Lunney 

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A BORN FIGHTER

The struggle to acheive

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A BORN FIGHTER


As I go back in time , there are several phrases that stick out like a sore thumb . The ones that were telling me to "pull your socks up Lisa " , "concentrate Lisa" , "think before you speak Lisa ". You see to people that grew up with me, I am Lisa/Liza , not Melizza . But only a few times people would tell me I was a born fighter through and through . I seem to bounce back from every knock back . Every verbal critism that is laid in my path . The road to success is rocky one . Even this draft has been rewritten , lest there be a slight tendancy to be OCD like and perfectionism . Maybe my childhood was an ok thing after all . My talents clearly are else where than study study study . One of my talents is the gift of insight , etc  photographic memory etc . 

 

 

I grew up in the foster care system . My foster family were very educated and religious . Church was a regular event. In my records that I have here , there are repeated references that there was something deeply wrong with me mentally . I was described as not being on the same wave length as other children . Disturbed even , on a short fuse and probably wanton . It was easier to goof off in class , than incuring the wrath of teacher  verbally laying into me . I always fear critism of any kind . It was easier NOT to raise my hand , to ask Miss if she could explain something again , until I understood what she was trying to teach me . I know this now to be mild Dyslexia and moderate Dyspraxia . Certain subjects hold no interest to me . It was easier to not admit that I couldn't actually see the black board , until I was right in front of it squinting , and the blinding head aches alongside  it . That is the period when I was taken to the opticians and given glasses .

 

How , I managed to pass eight G.C.S.E's and a manner of other qualifications with flying colours is a mystery . I was dumbed down academically . But described as a talented writer ,  a very sporty girl . It is with proudness that I look at my five star certificate for Athletics from the AAA. It is proudness when I got a letter telling me in 1999 that I had gotten a place in Nottingham Trent University . But it wasn't the Law , Criminology or Psychology I was after . I think now in hindsight that was God's plan for me , that he knew that Academia is a struggle . Deep down my first choice was Nursing . In between crap jobs in which I have walked out of , Nursing was always at the forefront . Though there is a certain edge to me , it is my chosen career . I am nearly there or the equivalent . I am a care support worker .

 

Twenty years after becoming a mother , and fifteen of being in a relationship , I am more than halfway there . A few weeks ago , it spooked me to be told that I had beaten the assistant trainer in attendance that day , a score in Dementia training . ( 97 %) . That the aptitude for written work was "outstanding" . It is my greatest moment standing alongside a certain Mr. David Icke who recognised the references to research that I undertook a few years ago . Nattering away to him was great . I knew my reputation for asking difficult questions preceeded me . That is now well over seven hundred Freedom of Information requests , that a few of them have been  used in the media . When I look back and  can see the born fighter  that I became , it gives me a great sense of satisfaction. Anyway better get ready for work now . Toodle pip xxx

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How Christmas used to be
Added: Saturday, December 22nd 2012 at 9:49am by Moochymoo
Category: Religion & Spirituality > Christianity > Holidays & Celebrations
Related Tags: christmas, family traditions, family life, family, faith


This contains scenes of extreme nostalga. Viewers that might offended , please turn off your notifications , your television screens and look away NOW.



I hope that I am not the only person talking about Christmas. I bet that I am not. But I would like to discuss Christmas too. I am a mother of four assorted boys. Height ranges from almost six foot , to almost five foot. Like Russian dollies all lined up. For embarrassing mum purposes . I shall refer to them as my lads .

When I think back to the early nineties , I cannot really recall much of this snow business. Not at Chistmas time anyway. It usually came ( if it was going to arrive) , before or after the event. January or February. To me , when I receive one of those things through my front door , it usually has a snow scene of snowmen , and snow based figures. Santa and his reindeer. But what happens if you don't live anywhere near snow. Or likely to get any snow. If indeed ever seen any snow in your life. I am thinking of sunny aclimbes such as Australia, The Orient . What does Christmas look like to them ?



It was wonderfully exiting for my lads to see this phenomena called Snow. As it drew colder in the nights , we were glad of our warm regalia on bustling home from school in the dark. As a child I can remember my foster parent reminding me that Jack Frost had been. In my inquistive nature , I cross examined the parental figure before me, "Who is Jack Frost" ?. Jack Frost was the mythical entity that had deposited our grarse and pavement with the delicate dusting of icing sugar whiteness. That is how I knew that Christmas was approaching.



We attended a weekly Methodist church in our area. Lots of my extra curricular activities featured "The church" or some sporty pursuit , music lesson as I got older. It was definitely nearly Christmas , when at Sunday School , there were bible referennces to the nativity. Who was going to be featuring as what in the church nativity. I remember I was chosen to play an angel ( me , an angel?) . With this white bedsheet business withan enlarged hole for my head. Smiling serenely for somebody's camera . As a preachers family member . I used to do readings from the pulpit , in my voice that had to reach the back . The elderly old dears at the back , maybe hard of hearing. The pat on my head , as lines delivered so well . My lovely well spoken voice and the praise I received when on answering the telephone. So polite !.



When the event came close , there was the Christingle service , this strange thing decorated , that was actually an orange , with fancy ribbon , sultanas in it. Then we got to eat it. "Its only a blooming orange" , I yelled .More church singing . The Christmas Carol singing with churchy people , all singing their very best. Some fancy warbling and over the top shrilling from one choir member. Then back to the B family home for festive mince pies ( all homemade and warm drinks). SO many people cluttering our nice neat house. Me STILL on my very best behaviour , helping to serve homemade mince pies . ( ever so the potential waitress ) . Trying not to pinch yet another one for my own greedy gains. Christmas Carol singing in our study with our musical instruments , me on the recorder , so and so on the cello , the other on guitar , the other on violin . The parental figure at the piano . I was glad because I didn't have to sing these songs. Almost like the Von Trapp family. You see , you had to gifted in something. Mine was yapping ten to the dozen and being annoying or naughty.

We also attended Christmas Day morning sermon , where we had to bring our favourite toys to show God and give thanks . Tell the congregation what lucky boys and girls we had been , to receive these wonderful gifts from Father Christmas. Whilst maybe donating an old toy for the poor children . But "these are my toys I wailed" . My toys were not as fancy as some of the other childrens. I had asked for a reasonable list , but as usual I didn't get everything I asked for. Then back home to maybe open the "family presents" underneath the Christmas tree . With my foster dad , with his piece of paper stock checking what each of us received. In which by boxing day , we had to write a Thank you letter to the sender. They usually went like this.



"Dear Aunty ...... and Uncle ....... etc

I am writing to thank you for the beautiful present of ....... . I also recived ..... , ....... . and this. I will look after it very very well and play with it everyday . Love from Liza.

Then it was time for the edible banquets to begin . Christmas Dinner to me was just a great big roast dinner , but crammed full . Homemade Christmas Pudding with money in it with brandy sauce . You couldn't get with that nowadays. ( Health and Safety brigade waggling their fingers) . The merriment of more game playing. Family board games . I was always the loser . Making an infernal racket . Wrapping paper that was not allowed to be ripped so they could re use it next year , carefully folded up . ( Cheap skates) . Lots of selection box scoffing. Remembering not to attack the lovely pine tree in the lounge/dining room , freeing the chocolate from it . Or disturbing the sometimes handmade decorations on it. I don't really recall watching heaps of television. It was kind of frowned on , that we might want to watch some childish show. That changed in 1985 , with the cutey pie Aled Jones and THAT song. I was ten . The Snowman movie by Raymond Briggs.I feel that this encapsulates Christmas. No Snowman movie , then it isn't Christmas time. As well as all of the festive cheese on television . Recycled from year to year.



I started to get a sneaking suspision about this whole Santa business . The way that there was utmost secrecy about where and what presents each might be getting. The flushed harrased look of shopping anxiety . The furtive wrapping of presents , that were suspiciously the hand writing on my present tags, looked strangely familiar. "To Lisa , from Father Christmas". How did he know my name ? . Did he have a list on each road ?The "go to sleep , Santa will be here faster". "Never mind the mince pie or carrot for Rudolph . Just go to bed , straight after your bath!!, PLEASE "



When it came to my lads Christmasses , I finally understood . That Christmas is down to traditions and how you make it. Darned you weather , I want my snow back , my welly boots weather and my sled. Someone stole my weather !. The last time I saw snow at Christmas, was after the Rotary Club had deposited it's festive jingle down our road, was in the the late eighties .Sweeties from Father Christmas , suspected Fox's Glacier Mints and other now familiar sweets . I remember going to see the film called Santa Claus the movie around this time period with a boy from across the way, invited along with our family. I had a lil crush on him too. I am divulging his name either.

Around 1986 OR 1987 . We went sledging , near this great big mountainous drop near Ruddington. Other families had also cottoned on to this venue as well . Great fun whizzing down this hill . Blooming cold though . Lots of thick snow up to my knees . Welly boots weather , and fingers frozen solid. I hope my own lads enjoyed their past Christmases , complete with a stocking of little toddy things, then their main presents. Not to dear , but reasonable. They can complain to the customer Services at any given time .

P/O box of Mr. S Claus

Ministry of Christmas.

Somewhere where it is very very cold

Every post person knows this address.





By the way these Christmas Cards are telling lies !

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Christmas Tidings .

A lil bit of satire, a lil bit of truth and a lil bit of OMG , you loon , trust YOU to farkin write THAT !
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Christmas Tidings

 

Added: Sunday, December 9th 2012 at 4:27am by Moochymoo
Category: Religion & Spirituality > Christianity > Holidays & Celebrations
Related Tags: calendar, celebration, catholicism, celebrity, family traditions


Well , it is that time of year again . Gosh dosen't it come around so fast ? It is that time of year where people become all nostalgic and excited about CHRISTMAS. Presents , cards , Christmas decorations and the like. But where does it all come from really ?



We are led to believe that this is a tradition of a religious festival of Christianity. Namely the birth of Jesus Christ. Where written in the gospels ( in which there are variations) . We have this concept of the humble nativity. Did you get a title role in your annual nativity play too ?You know , the bit where a virginal young lady gets pregnant by a holy spirit ( ooh er) . Joseph her bloke has to marry her. But he isn't the baby's papa. Then skipping onto the part where they got to return to the place of their births.

What confuses me is this, if there are variations of the same story , which one is the correct one?. I am still scratching my head on that one. In Matthew gospel , there is the mention of a star that guided some "wise men / magi". Where did they travel from ?. How long did it take them? . Months ? . What time did they actually find the baby Jesus ?The nasty King Herod . We are also led to believe that it was December the 25th. So that means Mary conceived around March the 18th . 

But seeing as nobody is alive anymore from that time frame. How can we be so sure of the actual date ? In clear reference between the two gospels that are to do with the Nativity that we all know and love , are the gospels of Luke and Matthew. There are vast differences between the two. In Luke 1 verse 26 , the Angel Gabriel visits the virginal Mary, as mentioned above. In Luke 2 verse 8-20 is about the birth of Jesus.

In Matthew 1 verse 18 , it is pointed out that Mary and Joseph are in an engagement/arrangement. Joseph is a good man who does not wish to disgrace Mary , so he plans to divorce her secretly. How can you divorce , what you have not married yet ? There is a lot of angels , that keep getting mentioned in these gospels that urge Joseph in a dream , not to be afraid to take Mary as his wife , as the unborn baby in her is from the Holy Spirit. He did as the angel said, but had no sexual relations with Mary until AFTER the baby was born . Therefore he was NOT the child's father. ( Modern day Jeremy Kyle would be having a field day with his DNA testing )

In Matthew 2 , there comes the wise men , who apparently followed a star from the East. East of where exactly ? . They visited the horrible Herod who made out that he wanted to worship the new baby. ( yeah right) . They deposited their rather inappropriate gifts for a newborn baby of Gold , Frankinsense and Myrrh. What need does a newborn baby have for such extravagance ?. God warned them in a dream not to return back to see Herod. There are even more prophetic "warnings" in dreams from angels that told Joseph to take Jesus and his mom Mary to Egypt , as Herod wanted to do away with baby boys,  aged two or under in keeping with what the wise men had previously told him. That is one heck of a long walk with a donkey and possessions ! . It makes me wonder how they did that . That is talked about in Matthew 2 verse 16.



There is the mention of the word Father Christmas. Lots of people call him this . Then there is a Saint Nicholas who gave gifts out to children. So how did he become that obese man in a red suit and a bushy beard ? . It is thought that time stands still for Santa Claus to deliver to all the good little children of the world . REALLY ? That's what parents tell their kids . I don't wanna trample over the jolly festive guy for the believers . But I wish somebody would ask Santa to deliver food for all the hungry children. End all poverty and wars .

But what if you are not a "Christian", do atheists celebrate this event . You would think that the answer is NO. In addition why is there not holiday advertisements for Hannukah , Divali etc . Don't they have all their own celebratory occasions . Why is that the television only uses adverts to flog goods for Christianity ? Which in truth makes it all commercialised , rather than biblical . It might be interesting for other faiths to tell us all about their holiday periods. Do they get time off work too? Maybe I should submit a freedom of information request that will answer all of these questions . But where would I send it. I cannot find a Ministry of Christmas listed . Ho Ho Ho.



Where do all out traditional festive stuff come from , and how does this get incorporated into what we know as CHRISTMAS ?



1. The edible stuff, turkey and all of the trimmings

2. The Christmas Tree

3. The Crackers

4. Mince Pies

5. Gifts

6. Christmas Cards with cheesy designs on it 

7. Tinsel and baubles

8. Coca Cola Truck and the iconic picture of jolly obese man in red

9. Lapland

10. North Pole , Reindeers and Santa Claus's sleigh .



YOU SEE , YOU HAVE TO GET YOUR STORY STRAIGHT , IN CASE INQUISITIVE KIDS ASKS YOU ALL OF THESE QUESTIONS .

 

Did I miss anything from the above list ? good good !

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Melizza Jayne Moore's comment, December 14, 2012 2:22 PM
I have no idea why it is all crammed like that , it was perfect when I re edited it. Bah humbug .