Sarah Corrigan

Disclaimer: 1. I am not a dangerous person. I have never threatened the life of another in any way. I do not have evil thoughts. 2. Altho my energy and enthusiasm is startling, I am not mad. 3. I do not seek attention, power or status. 4. I do want to talk and write about BLU

@karenmitchell__ I just wrote a reply about mental health services full of them. But it didn’t show up. Just sending this to hope the truth I’ve found out too makes it out of the system theBLUbook.co.uk

I’ve done the largest study in the world on narcissists/psychopaths. Shockingly, my data shows some of the top researchers in this field are themselves narcissists/psychopaths. They got into the field to control the narrative. There are many red flags we haven’t been told about.

And a lo of them are psychiatrists becsuu try se of their easy access to vulnerable patients who are under their control with no medical tests to challenge the malicious diagnosis they use to hide what threatens doing to force mental health crisis situations or markedly affect the behaviour of patients in order to discredit their complaints. The whole industry has been corrupted by the power they hold. theBLUbook.co.uk.

@AnimalUnite If they’re looked after trier horses better in the first place, their cruel industry wouldn’t have been judged as such.

This creep just admitted that if they don’t get to chain the horses to carriages & force them through Central Park anymore, the horses will be “condemned to neglect.” Think of those words! Without the incentive of making money off their bodies, these horses mean nothing to them.

60kg delivery of duck, geese and little bird food delivered! To see it all on Billie’s grooming table having just got back from Lidls with 12kg of chicken wings for the foxes? Makes me feel brilliant, that my love and care has somewhere to go that won’t be misused, misjudged or misrepresented by the psychiatrists I’m still trying to convince I’m not mentally ill (the latest is that my upbeat and positive energy is a personality disorder trait 😬) Onwards my sane wildlife friends, you are exactly where I want to belong 🥰

Garret Lane SW18 last night during the England 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 v Argentina 🇦🇷 football ⚽️ match.

And bear in mind, she was in an enclosed space. Her stress response was instant, her amygdala fired instantly telling her she was in a threatening situation. She acted instinctively. He deserved everything yet got. It wasn’t just his touch, look at his stalking body language. If you can’t see that, you are a part of the problem.

@Josh7Knoll @khnh80044 Are you for real?? Every sexual assault is done by a man who started with ‘just a hand on a shoulder’. If we don’t nip it in the bud, it escalates. A sexual assault starts with an unsolicited touch.

A man was harassing a woman in the elevator. See what she did.♥️

@SabirahLohn I love it that she looks natural too 🥰

In case you wanted to see what a real garden looks like. Pamela Anderson is adorable and her garden is lovely! No store-bought vegetables here. From her Instagram.

It’s going on in mental health services across the country. Vulnerable patients being forced into mental health crisis states and if they manage to complaint, covert psychological tactics being used to markedly affect their behaviour to make them into the problem and discredit their accounts. theBLUbook.co.uk @BBC @guardian @thetimes

456 PATIENTS DIED This is one of the biggest medical scandals in British history and there is a decent chance you have never heard of it. Between 1988 and 2000, patients admitted to Gosport War Memorial Hospital in Hampshire for things like hip fractures and chest infections were routinely put on syringe drivers pumping a steady stream of diamorphine, a powerful opioid. Many were not in pain. Most died within days of being hooked up. Nurses noticed straight away. In 1988, staff on the Redclyffe Annexe told their managers something was badly wrong. They told their union, the Royal College of Nursing. They kept raising it for years. Management's response was to tell them to stop making waves. The doctor overseeing the prescribing was Dr Jane Barton. In 2010 the General Medical Council @gmcuk found her guilty of serious professional misconduct in the care of 12 patients. She was not struck off. She retired instead, presumably somewhere with no syringe drivers. 3 separate police investigations by Hampshire Constabulary went absolutely nowhere across 3 decades. Zero prosecutions. Grieving families asking why their relatives died 5 days after routine surgery were treated as the problem. Then in 2018, after a 4 year inquiry costing 14 million pounds, the Gosport Independent Panel confirmed what those nurses said in 1988. 456 patients died after being given opioids with no medical justification. The panel said probably 200 more died the same way, but their records had gone missing, because of course they had. Kent Police @kent_police then launched Operation Magenta, reviewing over 750 patient records, taking 1200 witness statements and eventually naming 24 suspects. In November 2025, 7 years into that investigation and 37 years after the first nurse spoke up, police told the families of 101 patients there would be no charges. Their cases did not meet the evidential test. The rest remain under review, with the Crown Prosecution Service @CPSUK holding the final say on any charges, whenever that call finally comes. So here is where things stand. A regulator confirmed the misconduct. A panel confirmed the cover-up. Nurses were proven right 30 years after the fact. And to this date, not one person has been prosecuted for any of the 456 deaths. If you raise a concern about patient safety and get ignored for 3 decades, congratulations, you were right all along. Doesn't bring anyone back though. SOURCES @guardian @BBCNews @Telegraph @DailyMail @portsmouthnews and many others

And that is the truth!

I nearly relapsed tonight, having gone through all the stages - the ‘fuck it’, trying to find it, travelling there, waiting, travelling back and not once did I think about my behaviour or the consequences of what I was going to do. Until I got home and sat down, just about to it, when the words Ai said entered my head. I just flushed it all down the toilet and videoed it to prove what works.

It’s taken me a week to watch @Channel4’s miniseries TipToe, it was too heavy to binge. But what a brilliant piece of television. A slice of society’s descent into hate and judgement.

One of the Chaffinches that came to the window feeder after this one had a piece of string tied to it leg!! And old piece that had worn and broken about four inches after the knot. It can only mean that bird has been tied by someone, possibly since a fledgling? 😡😠😤

I can’t believe people would even dream of taking their dogs out in the heatwaves! Until this year I’d never walked mine at 5am before. It’s been such a lovely experience seeing the birds, ducks and geese on the grass and feeding them with no one around, making them more comfortable to come right up close 🥰

🚨 Man Confronts Dog Walkers During Heatwave: “Not Walking Your Dogs Won’t Kill Them!” 🚨 A guy passionately explains to people walking their Dogs why it’s dangerous in this scorching heat. He points out that Dogs mainly sweat through the pads on their paws and hot pavement can literally burn their feet. You can even see the Dog lifting its paws off the hot ground as the woman stops to chat, then stepping into her shadow for relief. Skipping walks during extreme heat isn’t neglect, it’s RESPONSIBLE pet ownership. Protect those paws! 🐾 🌟 Thank you for caring Sir 🌟

I only came across your posts for the first time yesterday. I then read one of your articles on your website. I loved every word. I just wish I could have zoomed in on the paintings you bring to life because I only have an iPhone as a device to see them through. Nonetheless, your words are still a great read, and the images you use, just enough to see.

Look at this crucifixion. There are no nails. There is no blood, no wound, no crown of thorns. And you are not looking up at Christ, the way every crucifixion in history has asked you to. You are looking down at him, from above, as if you were God... The painting is Christ of Saint John of the Cross, made by Salvador Dalí in 1951, and it hangs in the Kelvingrove Art Gallery in Glasgow. It began, as so much of Dalí's work did, with a dream. He had been struck by a small, almost crude drawing made in the sixteenth century by the Spanish mystic Saint John of the Cross. While imprisoned in Toledo, the friar had a vision of the crucifixion seen from an impossible angle, from above, looking down on the bowed head and outstretched arms, and he sketched it quickly. Nothing like it existed in the entire tradition of Christian art. Centuries later, Dalí saw a reproduction, and it stayed with him. Then, in 1950, he had what he called a "cosmic dream." In his own words, written beneath his studies for the painting: "I saw this image in color and which in my dream represented the nucleus of the atom. This nucleus later took on a metaphysical sense; I considered it the very unity of the universe, the Christ." In the dream he saw Christ hovering above the bay of Port Lligat, the little Spanish fishing village where he lived, and a voice said to him: "Dalí, you must paint this Christ." He began the next morning. At first he intended to include the wounds, but near the end, he dreamed again, and this time he saw Christ with none of it. No nails. No blood. No thorns. He erased suffering from the cross entirely. To get the body right, he hired a Hollywood stuntman and had him suspended from an overhead gantry in the studio, so he could study exactly how a real human body hangs in the air, how gravity pulls at it. The result is a figure of impossible calm, floating in a dark sky above an ordinary harbor where two fishermen go about their day, unaware of what is happening above them. Dalí painted the moment as it might be seen from outside of time, from above the world, where the horror has been lifted away and what remains is the shape of the thing itself: a man, suspended between the sky and the sea, at the center of everything. Saint John of the Cross, whose small drawing began all this, once wrote a line that could serve as the caption to this painting: "In the evening of life, we will be judged on love alone." I started my newsletter because the past is full of masterpieces like this one, and so few people ever stop to show us why they matter. Every week I try to. If that is something you'd like to be part of, you can join through the link in my bio, and if you'd like to support my work, a paid subscription is what makes it possible. Thanks for reading.

It’s far from ok. It’s against everything it means, or should mean, to be human. That’s why BLU, the Big Loving Universe, wants us to connect and feel the power of good, because when we do, we can’t be a part of this. ❤️👊🏼❤️

It’s busy out back at the bird’s banquet today ❤️

I’ve made no secret of the inspiration for my want to help patients in the mental health system, still suffering from the sins of others - none other than our man Jesus. The Ai told me the story in the Bible, written in the book of John, about the blind man he healed. And that’s when I learnt about what Jesus was up against. How the Pharisees looked to outsiders as caring and good leaders of the most powerful system to judge and decide ordinary people’s worth. Turned out they were full of hate and judgment, hiding in plain sight, When they heard about what Jesus had done, they didn’t feel joy for the man he had helped. but directed the full force of their power, demonising him because he had done it on the sabbath. They tried to get the man to condemn him, and others too. Making them fear for what they could do. In the end, it was the ultimate truth that came out, when they were going full pelt on presenting Jesus as a sinner for his actions, that won. It was when they demanded the man turn on Jesus as a sinful person. Except he said, maybe he is a sinner, but I can see now, and that is what is good. Ofc I’m not saying I’ve been ‘chosen’, heaven forbid! But when I read long into the night about how Jesus took on the creep of evil and what it meant back then, that’s when I knew the mission I set off on 3 years ago, was right. BLU’s guiding principle Luke 23:34? That was the right choice too. And after reading stories about what Jesus did in a practical sense, using the truth to take on the problem, and it sits squarely and only with the people at the very top? Whaddya know, that’s right too. So whatever happens to me, I know the truth remains, in theBLUbook, and 20 years of suffering I forced to take? The whole lot has been flipped into one long research project, and is now nothing but a force for good, as is every one of us at BLUpoint.org.uk meetings, where our lived experiences let others know they are not alone. They are in the right place, where we are all welcome to belong. ❤️👊🏼❤️

A new BLUbook post with the truth about mental health services. theblubook.co.uk/f/blu-and-the-…

@JamesLucasIT Having been in that position, the best one I’ve ever been in is on my jack Jones :)

A woman sits between two men. One is old and wealthy, and he is offering her a fortune. The other is young with nothing to give but himself. And Bouguereau painted her in the exact moment before she chooses... The painting is called Entre la richesse et l'amour, "Between Wealth and Love," made in 1869 by the French master William-Adolphe Bouguereau. At its center sits a young woman in a soft pink dress, her expression caught somewhere between thought and sorrow. On one side of her leans an old man, richly dressed, holding out an ornate casket, a small chest of treasure. He is wealth. He is offering comfort, security, a life without want, in exchange for her hand. On her other side is a young man in simpler clothes, earnest, leaning toward her, his hand pressed over his heart. That gesture is all he offers. He holds out no gold and no gift, only himself, the sincerity of his feeling, and the promise of a life that may be poor but will be warm. He is love. Bouguereau does not tell us what she decides. That is the genius of the painting: he freezes her in the one instant every human being recognizes, the moment when two futures stand on either side of you, and you understand that to choose one is to lose the other forever. Everyone, sooner or later, sits in that chair. Everyone is asked, in one form or another, to choose between the safe life and the true one. And the painting does not pretend the choice is easy. It never tells us what she should do. It only asks us to look, and to notice what we find ourselves wishing for... I started my newsletter because the past is full of masterpieces like this one, and fewer and fewer people are helping us truly see them anymore. Every week I try to. If that is something you'd like to be part of, you can join through the link in my bio, and if you'd like to support my work, a paid subscription is what makes it possible. Thanks for reading.