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Feeling Persecuted in London

I woke up upset again today.

Recently the sun has been shining. We had a week long, glorious heat wave.

The government released most of us from our homes from covid19 lockdown rules and we’ve been able to move around freely, with or without masks. Most of us made the most of it.

And, we are looking forward to complete freedom on the 21st June.

So, why do I feel low?

Could it be because I’m surrounded by untruths?

As I sit and write this, a mist hangs low over Watford in Hertfordshire and sirens sound loudly on the roads outside my tower block. It is always busy where I live, on the outskirts of London.

Many things bounce around my head, none more than the attack on myself in 2012.

I try so hard to not think about it…so hard.

I went to the fair on Sunday. Three hours of screaming and colour. It was probably the second time I’ve been out with my grandchildren. It was amazing. Everyone was happy and smiling. I was smiling. I was laughing.

So, why don’t I wake up thinking about that happiness?

I’m trying to avoid news channels but I live in London. It’s impossible not to know the news as I’m attached to youtube most of the day.

I check to see if the system is working yet.

For me, this is done by putting a victim’s name into the BBC news search box. Not mine.

No, it isn’t being covered.

He doesn’t matter.

So, why do I feel so upset. They tell he doesn’t matter.

Roll on ‘complete freedom’.

Thanks for reading.

Photo is of german facial protection mask from 1600s currently on display in a Combined Military Museum England, UK. Sorry about my wheelchair being reflected in the glass! I wondered if this mask would protect me from the virus, G7 or G5?

Persecution Poetry

Quick Quick

Where do I run?

If they don’t follow the father

They follow the sun

I don’t mind devotion

Devotion is great

A more meatier experience is not mine to forsake

I wish to lie in sciences’s arms

And to feel man’s biological charms

Why should I give a toast

When it gives away the roast?

I understand it’s crude to you

But what you do to me, saying

I’ve no right to be

Painting me as a

Devil worshipper, an eater of flesh

Ah yes, of this only

You would know best

Yes, I am human and was meek

For me, the place to worship and seek

Is freedom

At the foot of man, earth and beast

That is where I’ll run to be

Yes, that is where you’ll find me.

The End.

By Samantha “unextraordinarybint” Harris

written 26th September 2019. Poem is self explanatory.

However, I will have a little rant…why not sharing is caring!!!

Some interesting links for any UK born non believers.


PLEASE NOTE THERE IS NOT A VIDEO FOR LOOKING FOR SIGNS OF RELIGIOUS HATRED AND BIAS IN PAGAN HOUSEHOLDS. There is little risk of a child being raised into hatred within a pagan home.

The rest of the rubbish made up about pagans is, quite frankly, dangerous, and bordering on racist. It allows our children and adults to be targeted without impunity.


Some other interesting links collected within minutes on an internet search on UK and paganism – how people react to it and what they call us.


Look up word ‘pagan’.


This is what a religious education will get you…ignorance.

As always, thank you so much for reading. For me life is about passing on a good favour – if you learnt something today don’t keep it to yourself!

Blessings to all of you.

I have a right to defend myself…witches are still burn’t today.