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Christy Electric Wheelchair Fundraiser,Hi.I created this Artwork as a way to raise funds for an outdoor Electric Wheelchair for myself.I've been trying to raise funds for 14yrs without success,My story is on Buy me a coffee below.All I ask is you read my story & Give me a like and to repost if you like my images.All ARTWORK is genuinely FREE on COFFEE.You only donate if you choose too.Thanks Christy. Patreon is Donation or Sponsor only.They Charge Me.Sorry. Buy me a Coffee https://www.buymeacoffee.com/myfrontdoor . Paypal donate https://www.paypal.com/donate/?hosted_button_id=UQD48H4SCEEPE . Patreon support https://www.patreon.com/MyFrontDoor
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I'm trying to create something To raise funds for a new electric Wheelchair and hopefully something that makes people smile & brightens their day. If one person laughs.Everyone around them smiles.It.s lovely. It's like a good virus.
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Irish Celtic Mythology.
VOL 7. Oillipheist the Irish Dragon Serpent.
The Oilliphéist: Guardian of the Murky Waters
In the heart of Ireland, where the veil between the mortal realm and the Otherworld grew thin, there existed a place both feared and revered—the shores of Lough Neagh. Its waters, like darkened mirrors, held secrets older than memory itself. And at the heart of those depths slumbered a creature of legend—the Oilliphéist.
The Origins of the Oilliphéist:
The druids whispered that the Oilliphéist was born from the primordial chaos, a serpent forged in the forge of forgotten gods. Its scales shimmered like midnight stars, each one etched with symbols of forgotten languages. Its eyes—two fiery orbs—held the knowledge of ages, and its breath carried the scent of distant lands.
The Curse of the Oilliphéist:
The villagers knew better than to venture too close to Lough Neagh. For the Oilliphéist demanded tribute—an offering of livestock, precious gems, or even a maiden’s hand. Those who dared defy it faced dire consequences. Their homes flooded, their crops withered, and their cattle vanished beneath the murky waves.
Generations passed, and the Oilliphéist’s wrath remained unyielding. Its coils, longer than the tallest oaks, circled the lake, binding it to its watery domain. The villagers whispered prayers to the old gods, seeking protection from the serpent’s malevolence.
Cian, the Brave Warrior:
But fate weaves strange patterns, and one day, a young warrior named Cian emerged from the mist. His sword, forged from the heart of a fallen star, gleamed with otherworldly light. Cian had heard the tales—the Oilliphéist’s curse, its insatiable hunger for tribute, and the sorrow it wrought upon the land.
Determined to free his people, Cian set forth. The water stirred as he approached, and the Oilliphéist’s eyes emerged—a pair of fiery orbs fixated on its challenger.
“Bold mortal,” hissed the serpent, its voice echoing across the water. “Why do you disturb my slumber?”
Cian stood firm. “Your reign of terror ends today,” he declared. “Release this land from your grip, or face my blade.”
The Battle Beneath the Waters:
The Oilliphéist laughed—a sound like distant thunder. “You think a mere sword can defeat me? I am older than the hills, older than the stars. I have seen empires rise and fall.”
But Cian was undeterred. He lunged, striking at the serpent’s scales. Yet each wound healed instantly, and the Oilliphéist coiled tighter, threatening to drag him under.
Desperate, Cian remembered an ancient incantation—a secret passed down from druid to druid. He chanted the words, invoking the power of the elements. The water churned, and the serpent writhed in agony.
“Enough!” roared the Oilliphéist. “I yield.”
The Oilliphéist’s Confession:
It uncoiled, revealing its true form—a creature of sorrow and longing. “Long have I guarded these waters,” it confessed. “A curse binds me here, and only a hero’s sacrifice can break it.”
Cian hesitated. “What sacrifice?”
“The heart of a true warrior,” whispered the serpent. “Plunge your sword into my breast, and the curse shall lift.”
Cian’s hand trembled as he drove the blade into the serpent’s chest. The waters surged, and the Oilliphéist dissolved into mist. The curse lifted, and Lough Neagh sparkled in the sunlight once more.
Legacy of the Oilliphéist:
Cian returned to the village, hailed as a hero. But he carried the memory of the Oilliphéist—the guardian of murky waters—forever etched in his soul. And so, the legend endured—a reminder that even monsters had stories, and sometimes, their fates were intertwined with our own.
And there, by the shores of Lough Neagh, the Oilliphéist’s tale lives on, whispered in the wind and reflected in the ripples of ancient waters.
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Irish Celtic Mythology.
VOL 6 Abhartach the Dwarf King - The Irish VAMPIRE
The Legend of Abhartach
In the shadowed valleys of ancient Ireland, where mist clung to the gnarled oaks and legends whispered through the heather, there existed a chieftain named Abhartach. His name, meaning “dwarf,” belied the darkness that consumed his heart. Abhartach ruled over a desolate realm, a land where the sun dared not linger, and the moon itself seemed to shiver.
Abhartach was no ordinary ruler. His eyes held secrets—secrets that danced between life and death. His malevolence knew no bounds, and he reveled in the suffering of his subjects. The villagers trembled under his iron-fisted rule, their lives drained by his insatiable hunger for power.
But it was not merely earthly dominion that Abhartach sought. He wielded forbidden magic—the kind that twisted the fabric of reality. His very existence defied the natural order. When the moon waxed full, he would vanish into the ancient woods, chanting incantations that echoed through the hollows. And when he returned, his eyes glowed like embers, and his thirst for blood remained unquenched.
Cathain, a neighboring chieftain, could bear it no longer. His people suffered, their souls crushed by Abhartach’s maleficence. Cathain, fueled by courage and desperation, rallied his warriors. They marched toward Abhartach’s fortress, swords gleaming with resolve.
The battle unfolded—a clash of steel and ancient curses. Cathain fought with valor, each swing of his blade fueled by the collective anguish of the oppressed. Abhartach, however, was no ordinary foe. His wounds healed swiftly, and his laughter echoed across the blood-soaked moors.
Three times Cathain struck him down, and three times Abhartach rose again. The villagers watched in horror as the dwarf king emerged from his grave, his eyes aflame with hatred. The very earth seemed to recoil from his touch.
Desperate, Cathain sought the counsel of a wise druid. The old seer revealed the truth: Abhartach was one of the neamh-mairbh, the walking dead. To defeat him, Cathain needed more than mortal weapons. He required a yew-wood sword—anointed with moonlight—a burial upside down, thorny barriers encircling the grave, and a massive stone to seal it shut.
And so, Cathain faced Abhartach once more. With each blow, he drove the yew-wood blade into the dwarf’s heart. The earth drank Abhartach’s malevolence, and the villagers wept with relief. They buried him head down, thorns piercing the soil, and placed the colossal stone atop the grave.
Abhartach’s reign of terror ceased, but his legend endured. The laght—a sepulchral monument—still stands in the parish of Errigal, a grim reminder. Beware, for Abhartach’s thirst for blood may yet stir in the shadows, waiting for the next moonrise to break free.
And so, the tale of Abhartach echoes through the misty hills, a cautionary whisper to those who dare disturb the slumber of the undead.
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Now.
I'm trying to create something To raise funds for a new electric Wheelchair and hopefully something that makes people smile & brightens their day. If one person laughs.Everyone around them smiles.It.s lovely. It's like a good virus.
If by some Miracle I raise these funds.
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They are a wonderful charity in need of our support.
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Irish Mythology
VOL 5 A Mermaid Sad Love Story
The Legend of Lí Ban
In the ancient days when the sea and land were closely intertwined, there lived a mermaid named Lí Ban. Her beauty was unmatched, and her voice could weave enchanting melodies that echoed across the waves.
Lí Ban was no ordinary mermaid. She possessed a magical red cap called the “cohuleen druith”, which allowed her to move freely between the depths of the ocean and the rocky shores. With her cap on, she could walk upon land as gracefully as she swam in the sea.
One fateful day, Lí Ban ventured too close to the shore. There, she caught sight of a young fisherman named Eochaidh. His rugged features and kind eyes captured her heart. Lí Ban watched him from the waves, her green tail shimmering in the sunlight.
Eochaidh, too, was entranced by the mysterious beauty in the water. He longed to know her name, to hear her sing. And so, he waited by the shore, hoping she would return.
Days turned into weeks, and Lí Ban and Eochaidh exchanged glances across the boundary of sea and land. Their silent connection deepened, and love blossomed between them. Lí Ban would emerge from the waves, her red cap concealing her mermaid form, and they would share stolen moments on the beach.
But love between a mortal and a mermaid was not without its challenges. Lí Ban knew that her time on land was limited. She could not stay forever, for her heart belonged to the sea. And Eochaidh, though smitten, could not follow her beneath the waves.
One stormy night, as the waves crashed against the cliffs, Lí Ban made a choice. She removed her magical cap and placed it gently in Eochaidh’s hands. Tears filled her eyes as she whispered, “Keep this safe, my love. It is my link to both worlds.”
Eochaidh vowed to protect the precious cap. But as Lí Ban returned to the sea, her tail transforming into shimmering scales, she knew their love was destined for heartache. She sang a mournful song, her voice carrying across the waves, bidding farewell to the man she loved.
Years passed, and Eochaidh grew old. He would sit by the shore, staring out at the horizon, waiting for Lí Ban’s return. But she never came. The magical cap remained in his possession, a bittersweet reminder of their love.
And so, the legend of Lí Ban lived on—a tale of forbidden love, sacrifice, and the enduring bond between land and sea. To this day, fishermen along the Irish coast claim they can hear her haunting melodies on stormy nights, carried by the wind and the waves.
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Irish Celtic Myths.
Vol 4
The Salmon of Knowledge . Myth 1 Fionn
Long ago when Fionn mac Cumhaill, the great leader of the Fianna of Ireland, was still a young boy he was sent to live with a very wise man named Finnegas. Finnegas was a poet who lived on the banks of the river Boyne and was renowned throughout Ireland for his vast knowledge. As well as being renowned for his skills in composing and reciting poetry Finnegas knew more about the ways of the world, including the secrets of the birds and animals and plants and stars, than other man in Ireland. It was because of his vast knowledge that Fionn had been sent to learn from Finnegas. Fionn loved to listen to the old man's wonderful stories and his many words of wisdom which he too, in time, would learn to recite. In exchange for the wisdom Finnegas would pass on to him, Fionn would help about the house, cooking, cleaning and fishing for the old man.However, despite Finnegas' vast knowledge, he did not know everything and there were times when Fionn's endless curiosity got the better of him, and he was left unable to answer the young boy's questions. ' Is there a way to know everything?' Fionn asked him. This was a question that Finnegas had asked once too and was the very reason why he now lived next to the river Boyne. It had been told by the druids of old that living in a still, dark pool in the shade of the overhanging hazel trees was the Salmon of Knowledge. It was as result of eating the nuts of these magical hazel trees that the Salmon had acquired all the knowledge of the world. And so it was that, according to prophecy, the one who would eat the Salmon would gain the
knowledge for themselves. Finnegas had been living on the edge of the river for several years now, attempting to catch the Salmon and gain such wisdom. It so happened that one day, not long after Fionn had come to study under him, Finnegas went fishing and finally caught the Salmon. 'I've caught it! I've caught it!,' he cried happily. He immediately reeled it in and ran up to Fionn with the Salmon in his arms. 'You must cook it straight away!' Finnegas ordered Fionn, dancing and skipping with excitement. As Fionn began to set up the fire and spit in order to cook the Salmon, Finnegas warned him, 'Cook it, but whatever you do, do not eat a single bit of it!' Fionn nodded and went about cooking the Salmon while Finnegas went to fetch some extra firewood.Upon his return Finnegas found the Salmon laid out and ready to eat. He looked at Fionn and thought he saw something different about him, as though the light of wisdom now shone in his eyes. 'Have you eaten any of the Salmon?' he asked Fionn anxiously. 'I have not!' Fionn replied. 'Have you tasted its skin?' he continued to enquire. 'I have not!' Fionn replied, 'but when I was turning it on the spit I burned my fingers, so I put my thumb into my mouth to ease the pain.
Finnegas' heart sank. 'That's enough!' he told Fionn, 'You have tasted the Salmon of Knowledge; in you the prophecy is fulfilled. You are the one who has gained all the knowledge of the world.' He then ordered Fionn to eat all of the Salmon. However, when Fionn was finished he realised he didn't feel much different nor did he feel any wiser than before. When he told this to Finnegas, Finnegas replied, 'If it was your thumb you first burnt, then place it in your mouth.' Fionn did as Finnegas suggested and immediately all the knowledge of the world rushed into his head. 'You must go now! There is nothing more I can teach you,' Finnegas informed him, 'You are destined to become a wise poet, warrior and leader.' And so it was that when Fionn grew up, he did indeed become a wise poet, warrior and leader. He became a great leader of the Fianna, the greatest band of warriors Ireland has ever known.
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Now.
I'm trying to create something To raise funds for a new electric Wheelchair and hopefully something that makes people smile & brightens their day. If one person laughs. Everyone around them smiles. It.s lovely. It's like a good virus.
If by some Miracle I raise these funds.
Any extra funds will be donated to the S.V.D.P.
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They are a wonderful charity in need of our support.
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The Legend of Balor of the Evil Eye
Irish Mythology
Vol 3
Balor
In the ancient days of Ireland, when gods and monsters roamed the land, there lived a fearsome giant named Balor. His very name struck terror into the hearts of mortals and immortals alike. Balor was no ordinary giant; he was a king among the Fomorians, a race of malevolent beings who thrived on chaos and darkness.
Balor’s appearance was as imposing as his reputation. Towering and broad-shouldered, he moved with a deliberate heaviness that shook the earth beneath his feet. But it was his eye—the infamous Evil Eye—that set him apart. This eye, nestled within its cavernous socket, held a power beyond comprehension. When Balor opened it, disaster followed. Crops withered, rivers dried up, and even the hardiest warriors quaked in fear.
The eye was not merely a physical organ; it was a conduit for malevolence. Its gaze could scorch the earth, turn forests to ash, and curse entire villages. Legends whispered that it had once laid waste to an entire battlefield, reducing armies to dust with a single glance. But opening the eye was no simple task. It required the strength of four warriors to lift the heavy lid, each gripping the iron ring attached to it.
Balor ruled the Fomorians from the Isles of the North, where storms raged perpetually, and the sea churned with fury. His wife, the enigmatic Cethlenn, stood by his side, equally formidable. Together, they plotted dark deeds and reveled in chaos. Their dominion extended over treacherous waters and desolate cliffs, where the cries of lost sailors echoed.
But fate had other plans. The Tuatha Dé Danann, a race of divine beings, challenged the Fomorians. Among them was Lugh, a warrior of unmatched skill and cunning. Lugh’s lineage was intertwined with that of Balor—he was Balor’s grandson. Yet, destiny had set them on opposing paths.
As the Battle of Mag Tuired loomed, Lugh prepared for the ultimate confrontation. Armed with a sling and a single stone, he faced the giant. Balor’s eye narrowed, its malevolence focused on the young warrior. But Lugh was no ordinary mortal. With precision and courage, he hurled the stone. It pierced Balor’s eye, exiting the other side, and the giant stumbled backward.
The Evil Eye’s power dissipated, leaving Balor vulnerable. Lugh seized the moment, striking down the giant. The earth trembled as Balor fell, his malevolence extinguished. The Fomorian king’s reign of terror ended, and light triumphed over darkness.
And so, the tale of Balor of the Evil Eye became a cautionary legend—a reminder that even the most formidable foes could be defeated by courage, wit, and the love of kin.
Remember this story, for it echoes through the ages, teaching us that even in the darkest of times, heroes rise to challenge the malevolence that threatens our world.
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Irish Celtic mythology
VOL 2
The Banshee: A Haunting Specter
The banshee, known as “Bean Sídhe” in Irish folklore, is a mysterious and eerie figure deeply entrenched in Celtic mythology. She is a harbinger of death, a spectral messenger who appears to forewarn of impending doom. Let us delve into the haunting details of this ethereal being:
Appearance:
The banshee is often depicted as a veiled woman with long, disheveled hair that cascades down her back.
Her attire is ancient and tattered, reflecting her timeless existence. A flowing gown, sometimes white or gray, clings to her spectral form.
Her eyes are piercing and sorrowful, reflecting the weight of her otherworldly burden.
Cries of Mourning:
The banshee is most renowned for her keening wails. When a prominent family member is about to die, she materializes near their dwelling or by a riverbank.
Her mournful cries pierce the night, echoing through the valleys and hills. These eerie sounds are said to be an omen of impending death.
The banshee’s lament is both a warning and a lamentation—a farewell to the living and a beckoning to the afterlife.
Ancestral Guardianship:
The banshee is deeply connected to specific Irish families, especially those of noble lineage. Each family has its own unique banshee.
She is a guardian spirit who watches over her chosen clan. Her appearance signifies the imminent passing of a beloved family member.
The Three Forms:
The banshee can manifest in three distinct forms:
As a beautiful young woman, singing sweetly by the water’s edge.
As a matronly figure, veiled and weeping, her grief palpable.
As a haggard crone, her features twisted with sorrow and age.
The Morrigan Connection:
Some legends link the banshee to the ancient goddess Morrigan, a deity associated with war, fate, and sovereignty.
The Morrigan, like the banshee, embodies both life and death, weaving the threads of destiny.
Crossing the Veil:
The banshee straddles the boundary between the mortal realm and the Otherworld. Her presence is a reminder of our mortality.
She beckons souls toward the next realm, guiding them through the veil.
Respect and Reverence:
Despite her eerie reputation, the banshee is treated with respect and reverence. Her role is not malevolent; she merely fulfills her duty.
Families honor her by acknowledging her presence and accepting her message.
In the moonlit glens and mist-shrouded hills of Ireland, the banshee continues her timeless vigil. Her cries echo through the ages, a haunting melody that binds the living and the departed.
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Hi Guys.1st about me. In short.I caught a deadly virus. I'm now severely disabled with some cognitive disfunction.BUT I'm not giving up.Into Nightcafe Ai and other Ai generators.I was a builder,A scuba diver,Hill walker,Sports charity supporter.[Run,Swim,Raft race etc to raise funds] A gardener and anything to do with outdoors.Love animals of all kinds.Family man and loved to chat with anyone.Every nation,Every country,Every people.I loved speaking to everyone.
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I'm trying to invent something To raise funds for a new electric Wheelchair and something that makes people smile & brightens their day. If one person laughs.Everyone around them smiles.It.s lovely. It's like a good virus.
If by some Miracle I raise these funds.
Any extra funds will be donated to the S.V.D.P.
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Leprechauns: Ireland’s Enigmatic Tricksters
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Everyones favourite.Leprechauns
Origins and Legends: Leprechauns, those enigmatic beings of Irish folklore, have been captivating imaginations for centuries. Their origins trace back to ancient Celtic mythology, where they were known as “luchorpáns,” meaning “small bodies.” These pint-sized tricksters stand a mere 2-3 feet tall, yet their impact on Irish culture is immeasurable.
Appearance and Dwellings: Picture a leprechaun: a wizened old man with twinkling eyes, a crooked hat, and a mischievous grin. Their attire has evolved over time, transitioning from red to the iconic green we associate with Ireland. These elusive creatures reside in underground caves, hollow tree trunks, or secluded nooks near water sources. Their homes are hidden from human eyes, accessible only to those who possess the gift of second sight.
Master Cobblers: Leprechauns are renowned as the cobblers of the fairy world. Their nimble fingers stitch intricate shoes, each pair a masterpiece. The old Irish term “leath bhrogan” directly translates to “shoemaker,” emphasizing their craft. Legend has it that if you stumble upon a leprechaun’s workshop, you’ll find rows of tiny shoes, meticulously crafted and imbued with magic.
The Elusive Pot of Gold: Perhaps the most famous aspect of leprechaun lore is their fabled pot of gold. These cunning beings guard their treasure fiercely. According to legend, the pot is hidden at the end of a rainbow—a whimsical location that humans rarely reach. If you manage to catch a leprechaun and keep your eyes fixed on the rainbow, you might just discover their secret stash.
Tricksters and Bargains: Leprechauns are mischievous by nature. They love playing pranks on unsuspecting travelers, leading them astray or causing their shoelaces to mysteriously untie. But beware: if you capture a leprechaun, they’ll bargain for their freedom. Offer them three wishes, and they’ll reveal the location of their gold. But choose wisely, for their tricks often twist wishes into unexpected outcomes.
A Vanishing Act: Leprechauns are elusive beings. If you glimpse one, count yourself lucky. But don’t blink—they vanish in the blink of an eye. Their laughter echoes through the Irish hills, a reminder that magic still dances in the emerald landscapes.
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Irish mythology, the Tuatha Dé Danann are a mystical and supernatural race associated with ancient Gaelic Ireland.They were were skilled in magic and held various roles, including kings, queens, druids, warriors, and healers.They inhabited the Otherworld but interacted with humans.Prominent members include the Dagda, the Morrígan, Lugh, Nuada, Brigid, Manannán, Dian Cecht, and Goibniu.They had a longstanding rivalry with the Fomorians, representing destructive forces.The Tuatha Dé Danann triumphed over the Fomorians in the Battle of Mag Tuired.Over time, they transformed into the aes sídhe, the fairies of later Irish folklore.In summary, the Tuatha Dé Danann blend myth, magic, and ancient Irish culture, existing at the intersection of mortal and supernatural realms. 🌟🍀
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Hi Guys.
1st about me. In short.I caught a deadly virus. I'm now severely disabled with some cognitive disfunction.BUT I'm not giving up. I'm Into Nightcafe Ai and other Ai generators.I was a builder,A scuba diver,Hill walker,Sports charity supporter.[Run,Swim,Raft race etc to raise funds] A keen gardener and loved anything to do with the outdoors.Love animals of all kinds.Family man and loved to chat with anyone.Every nation,Every country,Every people.I loved speaking to everyone. I'm Irish and we call it loving the banther,ie The Craic and the Chat.
Now.
I'm trying to create something to raise funds for a new electric Wheelchair and also do something that makes people smile & brightens their day. If one person laughs.Everyone around them smiles.It.s lovely. It's like a good virus.
PLEASE.
Help me with ideas and thoughts to achieve this goal. I will read & take every bit of help I can get.Everyone is welcome to help.
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Irish mythology, the Tuatha Dé Danann are a mystical and supernatural race associated with ancient Gaelic Ireland.They were were skilled in magic and held various roles, including kings, queens, druids, warriors, and healers.They inhabited the Otherworld but interacted with humans.Prominent members include the Dagda, the Morrígan, Lugh, Nuada, Brigid, Manannán, Dian Cecht, and Goibniu.They had a longstanding rivalry with the Fomorians, representing destructive forces.The Tuatha Dé Danann triumphed over the Fomorians in the Battle of Mag Tuired.Over time, they transformed into the aes sídhe, the fairies of later Irish folklore.In summary, the Tuatha Dé Danann blend myth, magic, and ancient Irish culture, existing at the intersection of mortal and supernatural realms. 🌟🍀
Christy,
Irish, Dad, Family man.
Hi Guys.
1st about me. In short.I caught a deadly virus. I'm now severely disabled with some cognitive disfunction.BUT I'm not giving up. I'm Into Nightcafe Ai and other Ai generators.I was a builder,A scuba diver,Hill walker,Sports charity supporter.[Run,Swim,Raft race etc to raise funds] A keen gardener and loved anything to do with the outdoors.Love animals of all kinds.Family man and loved to chat with anyone.Every nation,Every country,Every people.I loved speaking to everyone. I'm Irish and we call it loving the banther,ie The Craic and the Chat.
Now.
I'm trying to create something to raise funds for a new electric Wheelchair and also do something that makes people smile & brightens their day. If one person laughs.Everyone around them smiles.It.s lovely. It's like a good virus.
PLEASE.
Help me with ideas and thoughts to achieve this goal. I will read & take every bit of help I can get.Everyone is welcome to help.
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[Knocking on doors for personality donations] Post #1 - To draw your Kind Attention please
[Knocking on doors for personality donations] Post #1 – To draw your Kind Attention please
“Can you take a few minutes to talk about our -” and the door slams. I understand, no one likes a door to door caller. That doesn’t mean that I have not received what I want. Oh wait, starting from the middle makes no sense – literally and metaphorically.
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Hope in all it’s agony
The Blindside
2009 was the YEAR for Sandra Bullock movie-wise. All About Steve was hysterical and the immigration scene at the end of The Proposal was brilliant even thou the rest of the movie is a bit cliché but of course the main movie of that year was The Blind Side. While some controversy exists from real-life Michael Oar’s feeling that the book and film placed too much emphasis on the Touhy’s efforts and not enough understanding of his own (along with dumbing him down), this was still a great movie that portrayed fostering’s ups and downs both for families and children in the system, racism, adoption, family-values, Christian values, love and acceptance all in ways that didn’t come off cliché or too happily-ever-after even thou it was a real story and we got a seemingly unrealistic, but true ending.
The campiest part of this story is how Michael is able to bring his grades up in order to get into college. While true, it is a unique situation that reminds us not everything real in life comes of real in a story. But campy and true, this small part is the overall story of Michael Oher: keep trying, find your way in and ask for help. A good overall lesson for those who feel they have fallen behind or lost their way. But if I were to pick one thing to take away from this is the scene where “Big Mike” gets called Michael, because he doesn’t actually like to be called Big Mike. A short scene, just a few lines but with a big impact and understanding if you (like Leigh Anne) are willing to be open-minded and pay attention.
Lean on Pete
Lean on Pete is another story about family and loss and heartache but—oof--does it have a different feel. While during The Blind Side we see Michael Oher slowly rise up, Charley falls, falls and falls catching every heartbreak that can occur, and how life can slowly becoming crushing, especially when it seems someone has no one.
While overall the movie crushed me and its dark it is important to look at the idea of the film and for Charley was a focus on hope. He leaned on the horse Pete and by the end, we are left with the idea that things will be alright. Now, those I saw the film with had different opinions than I did about this, to them he really will be okay while I think he’ll survive but be severely traumatized, but maybe they’re right and we're supposed to believe regardless of all the missteps and bad fortune that things can turn around if we keep believing and striving for good and how if we don’t need those people to help us up, we should be those people to help others up
A Little Princess
I first saw A Little Princess (1995 version) probably with my parents around the time of its release. With no film background, I will say, did a great job at ageing the film as I always am surprised to discover that it’s not as old I thought it was (something that has happened repeatedly). While somewhat a romantic, fairy-tale type story the core parts that stick with me are the beauty within the story, particularly when Sarah and Becky are imagining a great feast and the colors of India in the very beginning of the film.
The images created in this film are stunning and completely breathtaking on their own and an amazing job is done using the colors in the fil to show the contrast between what we want our world to be like and what we don’t, the stories are even more real. Yes, the fairy-tale elements of her father remembering her just before she’s about to be arrested (she’s a child but ok), and dramatics of him ending up next door to where she lives, and how regardless of everything she insists on being a kind princess are all good and honorable it is the story of the neighbor that hits the most. Both the bleakest, most realistic, connecting, accurate and somewhat breaking is the father next door who tries to be kind during a war and is grateful for closure when he loses his son and his surrogate son (and in a way granddaughter). I think this is why I saw it with my parents, and so frequently. While there are many stories that accurately portray war, this is one that focuses on being kind in the homefront and probably portrays what they experienced living separated, but closely connected to war and genocide.
There was no good photo to symbolize the story of the neighbour, but part of the theme of kindness is quoted below
Another unrelated shout-out that connects to a Little Princess to me, shout out to Shirley Temple who will never be bested even by those who manage to get their pets Instagram famous
Neville Longbottom
Oh my goodness Neville, while I connected with Hermione and Luna in love of books, wit, and oddities; my personal experiences always aligned more with Neville, which is why for the majority of the story I was disheartened to find him not having better luck. Regardless, Neville is the character that teaches us the most in the series showing us how words matter, you need to be your strongest supporter, you should do what’s right regardless of others, and how persistence can make all the difference.
“Stick and Stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me”
False. The constant pressure and negativity from his grandmother, Snape and peers held Neville back. Confidence, kindness, respect for different people’s strengths can make all the difference for the individual and for the world. We know all the example I could go thru, but we see as Neville begins to ignore the taunts of others that he continues to improve.
“If You Judge a Fish by Its Ability to Climb a Tree, It Will Live Its Whole Life Believing that It is Stupid”
It took some time, but Neville eventually found himself. While he wasn’t good at potions and his fear of McGonagall held him back in Transfiguration, his love of Herbology eventually led him to a dream career as a Professor who will be the new generations Lupin I’m sure. While he felt down on himself, he didn’t feel bad about what or whom he liked and sought out relationships that he deemed worthy. This success also comes from his showing of persistence (slug club, defeating Voldemort), while not in a zealous way, he constantly tries to better himself and handles rejection well, he also doesn’t give up; even at the end of the first year when Harry, Ron and Hermione say they’re going out he doesn’t let them pass, but vows to stay there blocking them off.
While there is a lot we learn from Neville, what I love the most is how he’s a pure, true, good guy. He’s strong, the ultimate underdog and this is also one of the ways I find myself linked, he’s very moral—always trying to do the right and respectable thing. Even as “a nobody”, he would stand up for others and put others ahead of himself as he told Harry to let him be killed to make sure Voldemort and other’s didn’t get what they want, he also wouldn’t give in during the final battle and showed loyalty and trust in Harry beyond the end. Side point with this, his care with his mother and children who have parents are disabled or impaired, it was beautiful and to show how his grandmother was the opposite was very crucial, she might not have known who her son was, but she recognized this sweet boy and I love how he cherishes the wrappers she gives him.
Neville is the character I have the most “what/if” about
What/If he was in Hufflepuff (added points in letting us know a Hufflepuff so it doesn’t have the reputation it does); he also would have had a better connection with Professor Sprout (if that's possible)
What/If he had been closer to Harry, Ron and Hermione earlier on. I get that they were the core 3, but they didn’t even hang out with him as much as I feel they should have, and even when they did it became: Harry, Ron, Hermione and Neville, Luna and Ginny.
Of course, the biggest, What/If is if Voldemort had chosen him instead of Harry, who would he have been? Harry would have been the same if he lived with his Aunt and Uncle, or just like James, if he ended up with Sirius (eck)
Dobby, the Great House Elf
In the beginning, the middle, and I’m sure to his end, had his final moments not been so serious and painful, Dobby could easily be considered very annoying. He wouldn’t listen and didn’t fully think things thru, making things a lot harder and sometimes more dangerous for Harry. But while I would consider him an adult, just with all the pitfalls of hanging out with a toddler, Dobby was fantastic and a great role model for those who are trying to accept themselves.
While at first Dobby loves Harry for being the boy who lived, his admiration for Harry grows more overtime for the simplicity of Harry treating him as an equal, something that Dobby didn’t experience in his life before and wouldn’t experience much in his lifetime at all. Overtime Dobby begins to love and appreciate himself more, becoming someone who stands up to bullies and is always there for his friends but he shows how rough of a battle it is. While he has always wanted his freedom, he wasn’t able to take the 10 galleons a week and weekends off provided by Dumbledore for wages thinking it to be too much, and wasn’t able to easily tell Harry about Umbridge considering she was his temporary master. While we can easily see Dobby’s friendship, loyalty, and equality with Harry Potter, it is the struggle to change and be yourself that is a lesson less shown or seen that we can grasp with Dobby as while Hermione and Luna were always confident with their intelligence and didn’t care for others, Dobby knew who he was and was proud but still struggled, something that is much more common, especially for young kids and teenagers.
Dobby knew what he was worth, was kind and giving, and did what was right—even against his friends. He struggled with his place in the world but knew to really only care about the opinions of those who matter
Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
In Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix we are propelled more into the depths and darkness the war will bring out that we see grow throughout the remainder of the series with Molly’s boggart turning into finding out any and all of them have been killed, the picture of the original Order of the Phoenix (most of whom have been killed) and even with the song sung by the Sorting Hat.
There is also an additional level of maturity brought to the story, because while our three are becoming more into their own, they are learning more about the complexities of life and good verse evil. Previously even those who were evil but were masquerading as good, we saw as still just evil when revealed (Pettigrew, Quirrell, Barty Crouch Jr.); but now we have Fudge, Percy, and Umbridge who are supposed to be the good guys but are doing more harm than one could imagine, forcing Harry and the others to not just fight against Voldemort and the Death Eaters, but also the Ministry acting out of fear and for power. Then, this complexity is heightened as we learn more about the relationship between James and Snape. In this context thou, the inclusion of Fred and George’s growing business and the boring task of OWLS, we are reminded that during our worst crisis’, funny or not, life goes on.
As Harry Potter progressed thru out the years, he went from fighting with his friends, fighting on his own, and in Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, we see him progress to the next level; trying to navigate being a leader of more than just him, Hermione and Ron. Unfortunately this isn’t a lesson he masters by the end of this year or book and is given a painful lesson in the consequences of his actions and thinking things thru. But he does make some strides, in one of my favourite moments in the series of the films, is when Voldemort possesses Harry Potter and in return Harry chooses to think about choosing love over hate, choosing his friends, and decency and fights off Voldemort.
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Pomona Sprout
Professor Sprout was the embodiment of Hufflepuff, mostly pertaining to her love of Herbology, sweetness, and lack of need to be worshipped. Plenty of potions need the careful, dedicated and complicated treatment of plants that is based in Herbology; something that Professor Sprout hints at but does not boast about. Her brilliance was shown not only in her famous care of Mandrake’s to help petrified students be restored, but the year before when she used Devil’s Snare to help protect the Sorcerer’s Stone so that the one who tried to get it would not need only intelligence but the ability to remain calm in a panic.
Similar to her brilliance, Professor Sprout also showed her generosity as the many lessons she taught the students in harvesting she gave to Madam Pomphrey to help students with all types of ailments from being petrified, to common acne or used for other aspects of her class (unlike other Professors). She also showed her loyalty and bravery not only to what was right in protecting her and other students in the year that Death Eaters had control of the school, but also to Albus Dumbledore in her agreeing that the school should be kept open after his passing. Most importantly, she didn’t care whose house you were in—she loved you all the same
Hagrid
Rubeus Hagrid; Half-giant, great giant, great Gryffindor, great man, great brother, great friend, great everything. The two things I love the most about Hagrid both have to do with his love, (1) his love for Harry, and (2) his love of everything else
We all know that Sirius loved Harry, but he wasn’t the only one and on another note, I feel part of Sirius’ love for Harry was connected to James. When I think of Hagrid’s love for Harry I think of Molly (and Arthur), who loved him unconditionally. I think of someone who saw Harry as an equal, as a friend, as someone with their own reactions and thoughts; not as someone to be manipulated, convinced or as a child.
One of the biggest issues I will always have is that none of Harry’s children were named after Hagrid, mostly, because Harry never truly appreciated Hagrid. While he did care for Hagrid, he never had all the respect for him that he should have, some of the respect that he gave to Dumbledore should have been with Hagrid. This is a shame for both of them, as they have a lot in common that Harry didn’t with anyone else. For starters, they both had terrible childhoods and adolescence that related a lot to their loss of parents and community. when they were both young Hagrid’s mother left him and Harry’s parents died. In their teens, Hagrid’s father died and he was kicked out of school and Harry would consistently have to deal with the Dursleys and would become an outcast whenever the admiration of the wizarding world turned to disgust or pettiness (not a very strong bunch). This is in addition to being a standout; Hagrid for being a half-giant and Harry for being “the boy who lived”.
These are also only a few of the reasons why both end up like lost boys in the wizarding world, whom both turn to Albus Dumbledore as a guide. Hagrid, like Harry, was given a very rough deal early on, but so was Lupin who I also deeply treasure but must point out did not handle it as well as Hagrid. Unlike Harry and Lupin, who both managed to get great friends in their youth, part of what I love and think we can all learn from Hagrid is how he so strongly persevered thru everything. Without all the skulking and pity-parties. At any point in his life he could have run off to be with the other giants, or just hid out by himself with his little bit of magic, but he didn’t, he continued to try, do good and be good. Obviously, he found and had reasons to stay, Hogwarts was his home, but there was an easier way, a path with less rejection and side-glances (just think of him being out in the world will all the different creatures he could be with and care for); regardless of everything Hagrid not only persevered, but he was so, so kind, almost always trusting there to be good in people, giving people the benefit of the doubt and even when he got a bit of temper, he never got mean.
Another thing with Hagrid that was so amazing giving his upbringing was how much he loved and was king, to himself. While he kept it quiet in the beginning, he was never ashamed of being a half-giant, and while he wasn’t happy about getting kicked out of school, he knew he hadn’t done anything wrong and just wished he could learn more magic. When he made mistakes, he owned up to them. Finally, the most endearing thing sounds like all the others but is truly unique: he loved everything. Every creature, he found beauty in it, regardless of everything he saw beauty, believed in love, friendship, the truth and the good. How can anyone not completely admire that, love that
So again, Hagrid is someone to be honoured and admired and to try and live up to, for he never gives up, is incredibly kind, loves himself and loves everything else
Luna Lovegood
There are many, many, many reasons to love Luna Lovegood as well as lessons about how we should be:
she’s honest
she’s conscientious, and not the center of the universe
she’s confident in herself
she’s brave for herself and others
she’s supportive and understanding of her friends and others
she's not prejudiced and address’ it in others
this list can go on for pages and pages of a tumblr article.
Along with all Luna (and Evanna Lynch) taught us, and was a role model for those who didn’t feel like they belonged or were considered less than, she taught us a lot with the unexpected relationships she had with two characters: Hermione and Harry
Hermione, seen as a brilliant, kind and caring Witch, was cruel to Luna at first as she was opposite, but not opposite, of Hermione. Luna showed us with her relationship with Hermione a few flaws of Hermione along with growth and with Luna, what it meant to be truly open and accepting. Both intelligent, heroic and compassionate, their core similarities ended there. While important, Hermione let the values of acceptance and appearance overshadow curiosity and open-mindedness; which are both very important and defining characteristics of any person. It is so, so, so important to not only be open-minded and interested in the world around you, people’s beliefs, but also people in general. Even the villains in Harry Potter weren’t all evil or heroes all good.
Harry, this is one of my biggest umphs, Luna was the best character we knew for Harry romantically, because of how natural they were together. Sure, like all relationships Luna had there was a bit of a warming up period, but once they met and interacted, she just got him. When he wanted to hide after the battle, she could recognize him even when disguised with Polyjoice Potion, how it felt to not know one’s parent(s), she just got him. It’s rare, and doesn’t have to be romantic, but is such a beautiful relationship and connection that some people have. That without words or
