So there I was sitting in the tent a few days ago feeling thoroughly depressed… I was premenstrual and so fed up with the constant noise and chaos of the place, not to mention the dirt and disorder. I really wasn’t sure how much longer I would last here.

So, as with everything that happens around here, in stepped the universe to lend a hand. This time in the form of an Irish traveller called Mick, who turned up one day after my depressed isolation in the tent, and told us he had a caravan he needed rid of and asked if we’d like it.

Next morning our friend Will turned up – just the man we needed to tow the van to our camp. And a few hours later, having called in the troops for assistance (thanks guys!!!) Prajna and I had a lovely warm, dry caravan to sleep in! 😀 – Just in time too as it absolutely chucked it down here yesterday and our bed in the tent was soaked by the time I transferred our bedding over; we would have endured a most miserable night if it weren’t for the caravan.

I’m exhausted now just because I’ve spent the whole day cleaning and organising things in the van. I can’t tell you how good it feels just to have somewhere to keep things away from the dirt and rain. And not only that but the van also has a shower! – I feel like I’ve died and gone to heaven. 🙂

And, on top of all that, we had a call earlier and have been told there are two chesterfield sofa’s and a couple of armchairs being brought here tonight! – I don’t know about you guys but I reckon the universe wants us here making this stand for freedom… Every single time we need something around here it manifests somehow. And I do mean every single time. The place is magic… and not just for Prajna and me either, but for many of the friends we’ve made here. Lives are literally being transformed before our eyes!

So, challenging as this whole experience is, I am utterly blessed and delighted to be here. Especially now that I have a lovely warm, dry, level, clean van to sleep in.

And, despite the recent efforts of the Ellesmere Port Pioneer to sway public opinion against us, we’re still enjoying massive support from locals, including a barrister who came along to see us today having been told about us by a mutual friend… and, my did he have some interesting things to say! Obviously I’m not going to go into detail here, suffice to say what we thought was a strong position for us turns out to be m-m-mighty.

I just want to say a huge big thank you to everyone for your continued support and mention some of the wonderful people we’ve met during our first 33 days here who’ve made this experience so m,uch easier and much more fun than it otherwise would have been. Adam, Jen and the kids, Danny, Val and Andy, Will, Mick, Niall, Maria, Nickie and Biff, Andy, Bobby and I’m sure others… (bound to have left someone out! Sorry!)

We did have a couple of disappointments last week, which resulted in my self-imposed isolation in the tent. Sad to say our little pot of change by the fire was stolen with around £25 in it.. worse it was stolen by people who’d just been chatting with Prajna for about half an hour (they snuck back after he’d come to bed and nabbed it before he could get out of the tent to stop them.

Also, we were told by PC Dave, who oversaw the destruction of our motor-home, that he’s never seen any document authorising the destruction of our home, he simply believes that written authorisation exists. I’d really hate for any of this to come back on Dave as we’ve both grown rather fond of him during our time here.

Oh, and while I think on, I want to say a huge thank you to John and Tina Hurst for all their time and effort on the legal/lawful side of things. Your support makes all of this so much easier for us. Thank you both very much.

And the same goes to all of our friends who give us so much love and support. We love you all!

Love, peace and gratitude,
Kazz and Prajna. xxxx

Well, well, Chris and Co have been busy posting snide remarks in the comments again. We are hoping that most reasonably intelligent folk can see through their foolishness. Let’s just take a couple of points and address those; just to show how little they have thought about them. I receive a war pension, sure. It may be seen as a ‘state benefit’ but is it really? While I was serving as an officer in the Corps of Royal Engineers (long before I discovered what a bunch of rat-bags we have been for our entire history of ‘ruling the world’) I received a head injury: a depressed skull fracture. Having been advised by the ever loving and caring army doctors, when I left the service, that I was not eligible for a war pension – and that even if I were it would be foolish to claim it because things could very well deteriorate and I would find myself stuck with a lower award, which would be impossible to revise if things did get worse – I met a RAF officer who insisted I should claim, that they always did their best to ensure that their airmen received every benefit they were entitled to, and that if my condition did deteriorate the pension would be adjusted accordingly. So I applied for the pension. At a later assessment it was determined that my condition had become worse and my disability was assessed at 40%, netting me the phenomenal sum of £2,500 per year since they last increased it. That works out at about £50 per week; somewhat less than most single men receive if they sign on.

Is it a benefit or is it my due, having (albeit ignorantly) served in our armed forces, serving the country (god, how sick it makes me to say that now that I have realised that the whole concept has been indoctrinated into us by criminal bankers and their political puppets) and suffering a severe head injury in the process, which left me 40% disabled even according to their own repeated assessments? What about all the mercury amalgam fillings in my teeth, the fluoride in the water, the aspartame, MSG, the vaccines containing thymerisol (ethyl mercury, considered toxic at 6 parts per billion in fish but found in vaccines at 250,000,000 parts per billion) and aluminium oxide (used in sewerage treatment as a coagulant and carrying out the same function when delivered by vaccine to the smallest capillaries in your brain, causing ischemic strokes), and they have taken control of the water, food, shelter, medicine – all my existential needs – and insist on selling them back to me; something that necessitates going into slavery even just to survive. A year or so ago I heard that the americans claim to ‘own space’! They never paid me for my bit of space and, because my bit of space, however small it is, goes all the way to the edge of the universe and that is an infinite distance; they will never be able to pay me the infinite sum required to do so. If they ever do it’s my shout; everything will be free to everyone from me. Those criminals, the bankers and the corporations and government, owe me big-time. They owe you all big-time. They certainly can’t complain about the paltry £2,500 I cost them a year; I’m damned cheap at the price.

And how much has this whole operation cost by the time you add up the man-hours spent by autolift, police, court service, DVLA and local council? If I paid road tax the rest of my life it wouldn’t begin to approach what they have wasted on all this. So it isn’t about the money, is it? It never was. It was always about control and about continuing the unimaginable scam they have going.

I have already told Chris I would be happy to get out and work on the roads the three days a year that would account for my share of the road tax; at least then nobody would be making a buck on my back and my tax wouldn’t be funding my own oppression and that of all my brothers and sisters across the globe. But even that is not necessary, in my view. I never tax anyone. If I see something I can do to help someone I ‘just do it’, as Nike would say. I don’t charge, I don’t even barter; if it is within my power I simply do it because it needs done and because it would help someone. I don’t need to work for anything for myself because my few needs are easily met and from time to time others help me as an act of love, just as I help others. My work is for the community. I guess that means that I am taxed close to 100%; though I regard it as being part of my nature to help others rather than see it as a tax.

Those who say, “You use the roads, so you have to pay for them.” really haven’t thought things through and those who think I am a drain on the system wouldn’t dream of spending the rest of their life working for charity on as little as £50 per week.

As soon as you monopolise the things people need in order to survive and then charge for those things you have forced those you are extorting from into slavery; something that we are told was banned internationally in the 1800s; something you should feel is abhorrent and barbaric. I am sure that it will not be too many years before we, as a race, look back on these times as the new dark-age of unenlightened, ignorant and bestial behaviour. Read a little about the dark-ages, notice how primitive and gullible the people seemed, and realise that society and psychology has developed only a little since then despite technology having evolved at an incredible pace.

And autolift: Are we really harming autolift? Their ‘spokesperson’ has told the Chester Leader, “Although the protesters have been here for a while now, it’s not something that’s directly affecting us. … We’re up here just getting on with our day-to-day jobs, and they’re down there.” and an autolift ‘spokeswoman’ told the County Times, “They are really not doing us any harm there.”

We have no beef with autolift except that they were placed in a position of trust with regard to our home and possessions – which trust they breached about as thoroughly as is possible – and the threats and criminal damage some of their staff have directed towards us and our encampment. We’d like to think that they are, as Rhys (a local CID officer) insisted to us, a nice, small family firm and, from our point of view, that they are no more corrupt and misguided than most of the businesses and public servants who play a part in the banker-sponsored system of slavery and oppression that has the vast majority of the world’s population in its thrall.

We’d like to think that. And, although we do not have any grievances against autolift ourselves (other than those already stated) we have been inundated since we arrived by people telling us of the outrageous and, frankly, criminal way they have been treated. So much so that we are tempted to put up a sign here saying ‘Autolift Complaints Centre’.

Autolift get much of their business from the police. Some of that work includes recovering stolen vehicles and then holding them while forensics are carried out. Several locals have told us that autolift routinely hold vehicles for forensics, fail to notify the owners for some weeks after forensics have been carried out and then charge them storage for the whole period. One man phoned them as soon as he was notified his stolen car had been found, to beg that they let him know immediately forensics had been completed because he was in urgent need of his car. Autolift phoned him 10 days later, even though forensics had been done within 20 minutes of the car arriving, and then charged him storage for those unnecessary 10 days. One poor girl, Samantha, was told by the police that she could not collect her recovered bike because it was being held for forensics. She spoke to autolift, who told her that no forensics were being done and that anyway they couldn’t be because it had been held out in the yard rather than under cover. They insisted she take the bike or pay further storage. The police said no, forensics must be done and that she wouldn’t have to pay because it was being held for forensics rather than stored. In the end the police decided that forensics had been done (even though they obviously hadn’t) and autolift insisted that Sam pay the storage, otherwise they would crush it. She paid rather than lose her bike.
Kevin had his car impounded by autolift. He had been taken down to the police station but his wife and 7 month old baby were left abandoned. Even worse, his wife, Kirsty, and baby were unable to go back to their house because the house keys were in the car. She had to wait with the baby for two hours outside autolift at 11pm on a freezing November night until autolift deigned to return the house keys. These are merely a few of the horror stories we have been told.

Is autolift any worse than any of the other parasites who feed on the misery imposed by our corrupt and lawless state/society/system? We are not sure that they are but we have been very saddened by the tragic stories we have been told. Really the whole system is sick; nay, I would more appropriately describe it as insane. When you have corruption at the top then you find it like a cancer throughout. Do you doubt David Cameron is a criminal? If you have any doubts then find out what he was doing in South Africa, along with Dr David Kelly and others, when he was 24 and still nobody but a ‘political advisor’ to the Tory Party. If you have difficulty to find what I am talking about then search for Armscor, nuclear weapons, and look for a £17.8 million ‘donation’ to the Tory party around that time (and check the bank records of a few Labour peers who will also not have to go looking for the information). Tony Blair? He committed what Chief Justice Jackson (american chief prosecutor to the Nuremberg war crimes trials) called ‘the supreme international crime’ of waging a war of aggression. How can a spiritual man have anything to do with such people or, indeed, any system that puts them in positions of power rather than brings them to justice?

So Chris and friends, go bother someone else with your facile, ill-considered, programmed inanities. We are busy investigating freedom: what is is, where it went, how to recover it and how to live once we do.

Love to all who are really paying attention,
Prajna and Kazz (Dom’s gone walkabouts again, but we’re sure he’ll be back.)

Hi folks,

Once again I’m here to offer thanks and love to all of you. This weekend has seen yet another outpouring of generosity and kindness. Not only do Pranja and I now have a bed (read cushions rescued from an old motor home) to sleep on, we now also have lovely clean fresh, and above all, warm, bedding to cosy up in.

We also now have a load of pallets with which to create floors so we can get off this uneven, stony ground, a solar shower, a bike, extra seating and cushions, blankets and a lovely big crate to use as a table or something even more ingenious!

I really can’t begin to thank you all enough. This overwhelming generosity touches and moves us deeply. Thank you!

Again we were treated to the company of good friends throughout the weekend and have enjoyed some surprisingly peaceful moments around the dhuni fire; I’ve said for a long time that peace is so much more than the absence of violence, it turns out it has little to do with noise levels either! The traffic on this road is constant, yet we manage to experience peace regardless.

We did have some bad news this weekend. A friend of ours was arrested on a bench warrant yesterday. This was for failure to appear in Hereford magistrates court having been found in possession of half a joint sometime before Christmas. Yes you did read that right… HALF of a splif. Our friend was arrested in Liverpool to be transported to Hereford where, we can only presume he will be left to make his own way home to Liverpool once this dastardly ‘crime’ of causing no loss, no injury and no harm to anyone at all has been suitably dealt with by those who, we are told, only have our best interest at heart when they prevent us from enjoying the benefits of that marvellously beneficial herb, cannabis.

And onto today (Monday) and the rude awakening we got courtesy of autolift this morning. Prajna had just got out of bed when he was confronted by the sight of one of our tents being pinned in place by an autolift truck and the ranting of one of their drivers. Prajna was a bit too bleary eyed to get hold of the gist of the rant except that, once again, threats were made against Dom for waving. Oddly enough Dom hasn’t actually waved at any of the autolift drivers. Ho-hum.,

The shouting from the autolift drone was enough to wake myself and Dom, and so the kettle went on early. We’ve taken photo’s of the damage done to the tent and of the rest of the parking area, including the parking of one trailer which blocked access to a truck-sized space at the back of the lot.

Should PC Dave pop round later we’ll – And with that, round pops PC Dave… Back in a minute. Hehe.

Well that was another lovely encounter with Dave, who’s doing his very best to keep the peace around here and is right now off to have a chat with the autolift guys about this mornings threats and damage to property.

And now I want to go on to talk on a personal note about this situation and how I have come to be here…

For several years I’ve been stuck in a monetary system which I’ve done my best to escape in many creative, yet ultimately fruitless ways. It was my ambition to set up a local food co-op in Liverpool, establish an urban farmers collective, a seed-bank/seed-sharing facility and, eventually, to create, with the co-operation of others, some kind of local currency such as LETS (Local Exchange Trading scheme). I got quite a long way toward realising all of these ambitions but when it came to the crunch there were simply not enough people on board with the time and energy to get it off the ground. And an even greater hindrance: the closer I got the more I struggled with having to raise funding and the contracts I (read the co-op) would have to engage in so as to obtain the kind of funding necessary if the co-op were to be ‘legit’, so to speak.

I then began to come at the idea from a different angle, wondering if I could get folks interested in starting the co-op outside of the systems of control laid out by the State and the money masters; of course that would depend on the receptivity of those supporting the co-op idea to such a seemingly outlandish notion. Especially as it would involve squatting one of the many, many empty shops on the nearby high street.

– Even now I’m wondering if it can be done here on the side of the A41! – It seems that giving whatever we have away for free may well be the beginnings of realising at least some of these ambitions. Time will tell… 😉

In the meantime, besides making efforts to create the co-op I also sought to free myself of the financial and familial obligations I was under. – Renting a house from a family member and obliged by love and loyalty to cover that mortgage left me in a difficult position. In January 2011 I asked for the house to be put on the market. Eventually, over 6 months later, that’s what happened. And over one year and just two viewers later I decided that tenancy of the house could be transferred over to a friend, reluctant as my family member was to that idea. But desperate times call for desperate measures!

Having decided well over 18 months ago that I needed to cut myself free from all those things that bound me, and having met and hit the road with Prajna during that time made it impossible for me to continue in the same frustrating vein.

The point of all this is to demonstrate just how difficult it can be to break free and live life on ones own terms, according to ones own conscience. – The main notion behind the establishment of the food co-op, urban farmers collective and seed-bank was to create food independence for the local community and, from there to spread the idea as far and wide as possible. That I found myself stuck in the position of trying to raise funding from the likes of the national lottery and all kinds of NGO’s, with all of the bureaucracy, red tape, limitations and restrictions involved almost killed the whole thing for me.

That I was financially obliged to stay put until such time as the powers that be (TPTB) saw fit to reverse engineer the financial collapse they’ve so cynically perpetrated against us all was too frustrating for words!

And now, having finally broken free of almost all of the holds (like it or not, there is one last dependency built in to the system which can only be broken by collective effort – of course I refer to the monetary system) TPTB had on me, I find myself living on the forecourt of the highway-robbers/racketeers who stole our home.

The only options available to myself and Prajna right now, besides staying put, involve capitulating, to a greater or lesser extent, with an entirely criminal State. This is something that neither of us are prepared to do. We will live free of State control, even as that freedom confines us here, at least for now, in this amazing and magical place.

In a democracy, government is always by consent. And yet there is no opportunity to remove or withhold consent offered within this so-called democracy. – Even not voting in the United Kingdom PLC is taken as tacit consent. The words ‘None of the above’ are prohibited from appearing on the ballot paper and everywhere one goes, one is accosted by agents of the State, uniformed or otherwise, overtly or covertly, all bent on pulling us into their world of rules and regulations, of Tavistock mind control and social engineering and, ultimately, of imposing unconscionable systems on us all.

We’re told that, human nature being what it is, there must be some kind of system in place to control people. We argue, however, that human nature is actually loving, peaceful, generous and compassionate and what’s become regarded as human nature by TPTB is actually the corruption of human nature; you see, where there is corruption at the top, there will always be corruption at the bottom; where there is corruption at the macro level, then there will always be corruption at the micro level. And where there is hierarchy there can never be peace.

There’s a documentary which can sometimes be found on google vids in its entirety, or on youtube split into 10 minute segments called The Power of Community – Cuba beyond peak-oil (I could be mistaken about the sub-title, but it’s something like that.) Anyway, that documentary follows the events in Cuba after it had been cut off from the rest of the world and had endured a massive financial collapse. It witnesses the coming together of the people of Cuba into inter-related communities. Food production in streets, on rooftops, at the side of the roads, and everywhere there was space to grow, became the focus of these communities. And even though, in the early days, there was trouble with theft, before long, even those thieves and would-be thieves joined in the efforts of the community and so that problem simply and easily solved itself. I put that down to human nature myself. 😉

I mention that particular documentary in the hope that readers of this blog will check it out and see for themselves that there are so many ways we can live without money, live in co-operation with each other, and enjoy our innate humanity unhindered by artificial systems of control.

I do hope you’ve managed to stick with this to the end, and have managed to piece my meandering thoughts together into something slightly coherent!

Much love, as ever,
Kazz, Prajna and Dom. xxxx

Hello friends,
At last we get to update the blog and, as ever, there so much to say I only hope I remember it all!

So yesterday Prajna was due in court over ‘driving’ without a valid MOT certificate. Trouble is, when they seized our home they said it was to satisfy themselves, via a VOSA inspection, that it was road worthy and added that it was being seized as evidence; in fact, as they were dragging me out of the van they told me it was no longer our home but was now an ‘exhibit’. They then went on to destroy the evidence; in itself an illegal act.

Prajna had no intention of attending their place of business. Rather, as you may have read, we held a curry workshop and invited all our friends to join us. Sure enough we had a great day enjoying the company of many friends here… again! 😀

Once again I want to give a huge big thank you to you all for your love, support and practical help. I was feeling particularly vulnerable yesterday and your love made all the difference! You make such a massive difference to our quality of life, unfailingly lifting our spirits and bringing light to our hearts. Thank you!

And on with the saga…

At around 1.30pm, the time Prajna had been invited to attend court (read administrative tribunal) the original arresting officer, Richard, turned up here at camp autolift to offer him a lift. Prajna explained that if they had managed to address and end all of the criminality and corruption of the state he’d be happy to go with them but otherwise he respectfully declined. Funnily enough they seem entirely unsurprised by Prajna’s response and only laughed with us before heading off to the magistrates, minus Prajna.
About half an hour later two of the guys from autolift started erecting a load of harris fencing around our camp, thereby providing us with extra shelter, structure and a very handy boarder should we decide to go down the route of ‘adverse possession’. You see by providing a boundary they are effectively saying that the land on our side of the fence is for our use. Most generous and helpful we reckon.

However, during the erection of this fence the autolift driver we call ‘two-fingers’ shoved one of the fencing panels into Dom, knocking him off his feet (it’s worth checking out Dom’s youtube channel if you haven’t come across him before – just search for ‘Commonly Known as Dom’. – I’d provide a link but am writing this on a word doc to be uploaded later when we get on the net.) They then went off to call the police because we refused to move a tent which they considered to be in their way. (I had already explained to two-fingers that anything they needed moving in order to get at a 30 foot HGV trailer stored behind our camp we’d be happy to move at any time.)

So sure enough along came the cops to settle the matter. After some discussion with autolift, who claimed the fence was as much for our health and safety as anything else, a well mannered police sergeant we’ve not met before came over to discuss the matter with us. We explained that autolift have been calling the police at the slightest thing, including a scrape on the ground and other nonsense complaints since we got here, that two-fingers had directly threatened to break Prajna’s fingers, and this was just another attempt on their part to harass and intimidate us. The sergeant then went off to talk to the autolift crew again.

When he returned Dom told him he wanted to make an official complaint regarding the assault, which we’d caught on film. So off Dom went to make his complaint in private, but when he refused to give a name, the cop refused to take his complaint. We’ve since double checked PACE and confirmed that the victim of a crime does NOT have to give their name when reporting a crime. – If only these agents of corruption could manage to follow, or even know, their own procedures they may have a leg to stand on. As it is, however, they really don’t.

For the rest of the day we were left in peace to enjoy the company of our guests and, a little later than planned, Prajna set to work on the curry… and a fine curry it was/is too. A perfect accompaniment to Dom’s chai!

We were visited by another cop later in the evening but his visit was simply a courtesy call to get to know us beyond what he’d been told about us during general briefings. Before he left we asked if he could find out the results of the court case but unfortunately, though he did try to find out, no information was available at that time. We’ve since been told by PC Dave, who, it has to be said, is being as helpful and friendly as possible, that the fictional, corporate NAME was found guilty in his absence and was fined £400 plus £150 costs …[prajna intejects: hmmm … Are they saying The Name was not present in court? If the name was not present then how did they refer to this nameless name? Does anything in their system make sense?] We’re now looking forward to entertaining the bailiffs should they ever decide to enforce the penalty on the living, breathing, sapient man commonly known as Prajna. [Dom asked the Daves (our ‘liason officer’ and the PS who accompanied him today), “Where are they going to send the bill?”, “Ah, good point. Oh, they know where you are, though, don’t they?”] 😉

I have to say, for my part, I’m very relieved that no bench warrant was issued! I love my Prajna to bits and would hate not to have him with me, especially here. I must add though, that should that situation ever arise I’m more than equipped in knowledge, experience and determination to hold our camp single handed; not that I ever would be single handed here given the strength of support we receive every day. But as it is, Prajna and myself are together and all is right with the world.

Anyway…

Today the autolift guys put up clamping notices around the parking lot. Oh dear, oh deary deary me! I seem to recall that a statute was introduced into their system last year prohibiting the clamping of cars on private land. Fortunately they have put these helpful signs up with a phone number on; it’s a mobile number, so 24 hours really, and maybe someone should call 07776 348230 and ask if wheel-clamping is still permitted on private land.

I’m sure there’s much more to say and tell you about, but things happen so fast around here it’s hard to keep track. – I’ll hand this over to Prajna shortly for him to proofread and add anything I may have forgotten. Dom too, come to that.

In the meantime I’m signing off for now and sending a great big heartful of love to you all!

In-Lakesh (it means ‘I am another yourself’ or ‘I am another you’)

Kazz, Prajna and Dom. xxxx

[note to self: add links to Dom’s youtube channel, natural news, free the planet, to the home page.]

Sorry, tried to post this last night but we had no internet.

Namaste dear friends,

Tomorrow is family day here at Camp Autolift. All friends and family are invited for curry cooking lessons, curry eating pleasure and possibly a family (our family of freedom loving and compassionate people) court. Why? Oh, because we love to cook proper ayurvedic vegetarian curries and to spread the knowledge of such, and secondly because ‘the system’ has summonsed me to appear at some court in Chester at 1:30pm.

Rather than attend their corrupt place-of-business I would prefer to be with my family and friends. Should any question of me having caused harm, loss or distress to anyone arise then we can convene our own court of record and the matter can be decided there in all honesty. Certainly I will not consent to dealing with a system that has already destroyed our home because they are unable to provide any convincing reason why we should pay tax. We’d love to see you, can assure you that there will be many interesting, loving, passionate and compassionate people.

This is only a short note to invite you. Sadly it is proving nearly impossible to keep up with the rest of the blogging we would like to do: thanking the many wonderful people who have contributed and continue to contribute, by way of food, water, firewood and many creature comforts; just a few days ago Jen and Adam turned up with a huge dish of pasta with cheese sauce, asparagus and mushrooms – Italian restaurant quality – along with plates and cutlery to even relieve us of the chore of washing up.

As I say, there is plenty more to write but we are struggling for power for the lappy and time to write in between all our wonderful visitors. Take a note of the invite and if you can make it, as early as you like for as much of the day as you can, we would be most delighted.

Love, peace, harmony and grace,
Prajna & Kazz

In Paradise?

And so to blogging again. It is not so easy to be here in all this happening and to even attempt to keep the blog up to date; certainly while events are unfolding so incredibly nearly all day, every day.

Incredible actually means ‘not believable’; which seems to fit so many things here, from the outpourings of love that flood us, the amazing connections we are making and confirming and developing, the behaviour of the police and authorities – both in the sense of ‘unbelievable that they can destroy our home’ and amazing to see the transformation of a police officer who came in all curt and official, challenging that we are an obstruction here, and that we were upsetting the businesses, particularly Autolift Recovery Ltd and their staff, one of whom, we have been informed, has taken time off with stress from the effect of the combined phone calls and emails.

On that note, we very much hope that anyone who phoned or emailed the company did so in a loving and concerned manner. I can understand that people would feel angry towards the staff there for their ignorant and seemingly stubborn involvement in this outrage. But do not be outraged and please do not vent any anger on anyone; that would undermine what we are setting out to do and would not represent the way we travel through life: in peaceful non compliance.

We are overwhelmed with the goodness we have received in all of this and we would be most sad if those who care for us and care about us did not show that same kindness and understanding to others as they show us. We do not wish any harm on Autolift or, indeed, anybody. All we request is that they learn the human cost of their actions, and we are here reflecting that. We accept any hardships we meet in this in the hope that it may save others from having to fight and struggle for their inalienable right to be free.

I am sorry to have left you all on tenter-hooks last night, particularly after such an eventful day. But I haven’t even told you about curry night, the night before yet!

So much has happened and so many visits things are bound to get left out and we are contemplating doing an audio blog, so as to be able to report more. Some of the conversations we have had with our guests have been simply wonderful. We have managed to record many of our conversations with officialdom. Perhaps we even have most of this morning’s conversation with PC John, but I regret that I think I missed recording his closing words, “Well you have certainly given me a great deal to think about.” We don’t have the equipment, in any case, to really capture the change in his general demeanour between when he arrived and when he left.

One thing that we missed from the blog, but that raised our spirits to bliss level, was the arrival of a postcard from our dear friend, Sarah Jane. It was addressed to Kazz and Prajna, “Occupy Autolift”, Liverpool Road, Backford, Chester, CH1 6PE. It was hand delivered by one of the Autolift drivers, with a big grin on his face. For anyone visiting by bus (novel idea, huh?) there is a bus stop almost directly opposite us. It is the Rake Lane stop on Liverpool Rd heading in to Chester and, for anyone in the Mersey Travel area, it is within the SaveAway All Zones travel card.

I should really hand over to Kazz to tell you about curry night; otherwise there is a danger I might crow about having torn strips off a traffic cop and sent him packing…

So over to me it is… (should have a different font so you can differentiate, but you;re just gonna have to work it out from the syntax.) :p

Right, so, curry night, PC Rimmer and the amazing green laser…

Prajna had made a lovely pot of curry while I went for a snooze in the afternoon. Guests started to arrive and the evening was going beautifully. Indie, an honorary Cree Indian, possitioned his Landy in such a way that we could strap a tarp over it and our wee gazibo, until yesterday, our only shelter outside of the tent. Then we fashioned a screen using a fluffy white towel and the back of Indie’s Landy, got Alans projector out and strarted ‘Gandhi’ rolling. Class! 🙂

All was going beautifully when a passing car was flagged into our spacious car park by a cop we’ve not seen on this beat before. We paused our movie and turned to watch ‘Rimmer’, as we named him, give the two girls in the car a good ticking off for driving 10mph over the limit before sending them on their way and proceeding to pull up opposite our camp to survail us.

That’s when Prajna decided to start playing with his laser in the smoke from the fire. Sure enough Rimmer lept into action and came over to warn Prajna, in no uncertain terms, that such a device can be potentially hazardous to both road and air traffic. Indignantly, Prajna demanded to know if he spoke to his father in such a manner, where upon Rimmer asked for Prajna’s name…

“Do you have any evidence I have such a thing to give you?” asked Prajna.

“I have the best kind of evidence there is” replied Rimmer, “I have video evidence.”

“How on earth is that a response to what I just asked?” demanded Prajna…

That question melted Rimmer’s brain. He just couldn’t get what he was being asked, even by the fourth or fifth attempt! Just then a car went past, horn tooting support for us. So Rimmer, once again leapt, panther like, into action to deal with the ‘illegal tooting’ incident (after all, it was after 11pm).

When he returned a short while later he was a little more amiable and cautious. He began to warn of the risks involved with using lasers around air and road traffic, risks that Prajna was already cognisant of; grannies and sucking eggs generally summarises the situation.

And so poor Rimmer got the telling off of his career.
“Was I using that laser, in any way, irresponsibly?” demanded Prajna.

Both men proceeded to talk over each other until Prajna exploded…

“You’re a public servant!” He said, “In fact you’ re MY fucking servant. When you’re ready to sit and have a proper conversation with me over a cup of tea that’s one thing but until then stay right out of my fucking life!”
And with that Rimmer jumped into his car and went off with his tail between his legs.

– It’s incredibly rare for my Prajna to raise his voice but when he does it’s usually pretty spectacular! 😉

And back to now…

Right at this moment (just after 1am) prajna has fallen asleep next to me in bed. We suspect that he broke his big toe today whilst saving himself from a trip so he’s been hobbling around injured for most of the day. – Oh no! Looks like I’m gonna be in top physical shape when this is all over.

Last night we were visited at 5.30am by three lads on their way home from a night out I guess. Hard as I tried I couldn’t rouse myself enough to get up and talk with them. Prajna did manage but is now also suffering from lack of sleep… that is, even more lack of sleep then he was before.

Is our motorhome in paradise, gone, deceased, a dead motorhome? The tale of the ‘disposal’ of our motor home…

So, following our film and curry night myself, Prajna and Indie, who’d stayed over, rose early (at least it felt early) and started planning a way to give us more shelter using one of the two tarps Rob ‘ gave us.

Next thing PC Dave Walton is pulling up alongside our camp and pointing to our home being taken away on the back of one of the autolift trucks. “Who has authorised this unlawful action?” I asked. Dave gave us the name of a chief inspector from Chester, which escapes me right now but which we have recorded and which we have passed on to John Hurst.
Within an hour of our van being taken away for ‘disposal’ we had ourselves, thanks to Indie and his vast experience in such constructions, a fine and spacious temporary shelter; much to the chagrin and dismay of the autolift staff, who watched from across the car park.

In the meantime Prajna had been on the phone to John who instantly set to work and got the name and contact details for the head of complaints for this area. – I’ll have to let Prajna fill you in on the details here because I’m not fully aware what followed regarding that.

As we were building our shelter Adam, a fellow traveller (as I refer to all those who share this path of truth and freedom) and local to this area, came along to offer support and help. So together the four of us got the shelter finished just in time for the arrival of Aidy, Carl and Aidy’s mum (‘Mum’ to all of us here, she is 80-something and insists Aidy brings her to our camp and we wrap her up well against the cold, then she sits, bright as a button, interjecting love and support). And from then our day continued in the same vein as all our days here: we were visited by old friends and new and, yet again, had the most amazing interactions.

And then(!) when we came to bed, relatively early, at about 11pm we heard the sound of someone pulling up outside and a man’s voice saying he was just leaving some things for us. Prajna pulled his clothes on and went out just in time to see the little green bus driving off; obviously the old ladies had put together another lovely, lovely (no really, we both nearly cried we were so touched by their kindness and generosity. I mean, we’re talking about people living on very little, yet sparing what little they can for two people they don’t even know, but only know of) parcel of packed lunches for us.

And back to now…

My eyes are closing and the words aren’t quite flowing as they should so I hope you don’t mind me signing off until tomorrow when I, or we, will tell you about today’s encounters with PC’s Dave and John, the pleasure of Rev Phils company and, yet again the overwhelming support of the local community.
Good night my little chickadee’s, sleep tight.
Kazz and Prajna. xxxx

Namaste dear friends,

One of the intelligent and helpful questions Rhys (the young CID Officer who had a cup of tea and a chat with us) asked was, “How do you see this being resolved?” I answered that I couldn’t really see any way that would be palatable to TPTB (the powers that be) and, at the same time, compatible with our spiritual standpoint. At that time it appeared there were only two options, neither of which would be likely to be considered acceptable to TPTB:

One thing they could do is simply to return our motorhome, apologise profusely for the hardship and suffering their actions have caused us, and to promise to ‘turn a blind eye’ to the fact that we would not comply with their system; a way of admitting that the state is lawless and corrupt and that such a system cannot bind someone who is genuinely aspiring to lead a spiritual life. This would be difficult for TPTB because it would open the door to others who would take the same position we have: that the state is lawless and corrupt and therefore cannot bind anyone who chooses not to associate with it for ethical reasons.

Alternatively (and, by the way, positively the best outcome, in our opinion), TPTB could address the lawlessness and corruption, rounding up and disempowering the criminals who currently pervert and corrupt society. Once that is achieved we would hope to find this a society that we can take part in with a clear conscience. We are not such naïve optimists that we believe there is any realistic chance of this happening at this time.

After Rhys left, and following some contemplation on the subject, a solution that had filtered into my consciousness some time ago, near the beginning of this journey, resurfaced: if each person involved in the case simply declined to carry out their duties then, without setting any general precedent, no action would be taken to destroy our home. How could those involved at Autolift, in the police, council, DVLA justify such action (or, in this case, inaction)? It is easily justified by the fact that to destroy our home would be unlawful. Ever since the Nuremberg warcrimes trials “Only following orders” is no defence; many were hung for executing unlawful orders.

Isn’t it unlawful to drive on the roads without a valid vehicle excise licence? We have always been led to believe so but let’s examine what ‘lawful’ means: To be lawful a rule must apply to all equally. A rule that does not apply to everyone cannot bind anyone. We have been deceived into believing that the Acts and statutes imposed upon us are laws but they are not. Rather, they are legislative rules of society, given the force of law by the consent of the governed. To apply to you, you have to be a member of the society in which they are in effect and you have to consent to them. Some may argue that only the ‘society’ needs to consent as a whole and that when it does so, any such laws become binding upon all the members of that society.

Can a ‘society’ consent to anything? Is there, in fact, any such thing as a society? Society is a concept – in much the same way that a woodland appears to be an entity even though there is no such thing as a wood as such, ‘woodland’ is merely a collection of trees. If you doubt it, ask the following question: how many trees must there be growing together before they can collectively be referred to as a ‘wood’? One tree on its own will not warrant that description. Two trees together are unlikely to merit it. Three, four or five may justify the term ‘copse’, but for it to be a woodland, how many trees are necessary?

There are ‘laws’ we can recognise; gravity, for instance, is a law, since it applies equally to all, wherever you go in the universe. Not only that but it appears to be impossible to ‘break’ the law of gravity; we may be able to defy it to an extent by employing a stronger force in order to overcome its effects for a brief period but always the force of gravity is performing its role. Break any natural law and the reaction from nature is immediate; ‘instant karma’, you might say. For instance, if you are not paying attention some accident will result; knock over a cup and the just punishment is immediately imposed: you are presented with the necessity of cleaning up the mess.

What is promoted as ‘law’ in our society is in fact a body of conventions, agreements and codified rules; arbitrary at least to the extent that they vary from place to place, from society to society and even within individual society, depending upon artificial distinctions such as class or economic status. Anything that is arbitrary cannot be considered to be a law.

Some people insist that “If you don’t like our ‘laws’, why don’t you leave the country?” This was recited to Kazz by a policeman (who should know better) on the night our home was kidnapped. Pause for thought a little though: If you join the Boy Scouts then you become subject to all the rules that apply to boy scouts. If you find that those rules offend you ethically and spiritually then the remedy is simple: you resign from the scouts; you don’t have to leave the country. Indeed, if you did leave the country it would only be to discover that there are boy scouts in most other countries too. That is the situation here too: there must be a mechanism by which we can remain in the country but resign from the, currently lawless and corrupt, society. There was never informed consent for the so-called ‘social contract’ and any contact requires a meeting of minds; something that appears to be impossible when the party of the one part is leading a spiritual life and the party of the other part is lawless and corrupt.

There is a great deal of further explanation I could endeavour to convey here but this is in danger of becoming one of those tracts marked TLDR (too long, didn’t read). So I shall focus on the law and conventions that will provide justification for any agent of the DVLA to decline to follow orders with regard to our home:

1. Article 8 of the European Declaration of Human Rights affords us all protection of our home and privacy. You will be told that there are some weasel clauses in the declaration that have the affect of undermining the rights it professes to enshrine. This is very common with legislation that purports to protect your rights: it bestows rights upon you in the first clause and then whittles them away with the remaining ones; a disingenuous deception intended to leave you with the impression that the legislation is for your benefit when really it is entirely to your detriment.

If legislation is not for our benefit then what is it for and why should we be bound by it? If rules are created that merely recite a principle that is natural to you then what is the need of the rule? If a rule is applied that goes against your nature or, indeed, The Nature, then it cannot be in any way rational or just.

2. The Bill of Rights (1688) affords us free and unhindered travel on the highways and byways, and Wills J said, in Ex Parte Lewis, “The only ‘dedication’ in the legal sense that we are aware of is that of a public right of passage of which the legal description is ‘a right for all Her Majesty’s subjects at all seasons of the year freely and at their will to pass and re-pass without let or hindrance.’

Furthermore, Lord Irvine, in DPP v Jones and Anor said, “The law should not make unlawful what is commonplace and accepted.”

3. The Bill of Rights also offers protection from unreasonable fines and seizures, stating “We will not impose fines or forfeitures on any person without conviction.” and further, “We will not amerce (fine) anyone except in proportion to the offence.” and “We will not ammerce a merchant of his merchandise; nor will we amerce a workman of his tools.”

Plainly, to coerce a spiritual teacher into engaging with a criminal state forces him into hypocrisy, rendering his ability to provide any valuable spiritual insights null; the equivalent of amercing a merchant of his merchandise or an artisan of his tools.

4. Unquestionably, the seizure of our home without conviction is unlawful in the context of the Bill of Rights and, to quote Swift J in R v Donovan (1934), “If an act is unlawful in the sense of being in itself a criminal act, it is plain that it cannot be rendered lawful because the person to whose detriment it is done consents to it. No person can license another to commit a crime.”

To damage or dispose of our home, our motorhome, would be a most gross tort against us and damages under tort run to seven times the injury suffered. Limited liability does not protect someone from a Commercial Lien, since it is taken out personally on the individuals who cause the harm.

I’m sure there is more I could add but here we are making do in tents on the side of the busy A41, so researching and writing are difficult.

Currently we have Alan, Andy and his son Dean at the fire. Perhaps we will find time to post some more later but for now I beg patience so I can be with these friends.

Love peace, happiness and grace,
Prajna and Kazz

Dear friends,

today has been largely quiet, due, in large part, to the rain. That has actually been a blessing for me because my voice has been fading after yesterday’s, seemingly non-stop, conversations (indeed, some may accuse that they were predominantly monologues).

We are still receiving wonderful support and have enjoyed a couple of the most blissful days, despite the intrusions of authority and the more welcome intrusions of the press. Blissful because of the wonderful encounters with old friends and many new friends.

We have been overwhelmed to have visits from Tilly, Greg and Emma, with their baby daughter, Maya, my newest niece. Marcel returned with his wife, Nell and tiny baby, Babette; Rusty The Man aka Rusty The Sheriff, Karen, Big Mike, John and Tina; Dom, wonderful Commonly Known As Dom, who stayed a couple of nights with us; Dearest Rob, who has loaned us his precious generator and two huge tarps, which we just need to find some rope and perhaps some scaffolding to rig; Nial, who lives locally and has paid us many visits, bringing the most excellent gifts that have helped so much with our comfort here; Allan, almost every day, to bring us news and love and making sure we are not suffering for lack of anything. Alan also has been on top of updating Facebook and various Freeman forums; Angus, who has been running errands, picking people up, turning up with the most incredibly useful things, like an inverter, grills for over the dunhi fire, a superb camping stove and cans of gas, …; Marty, who gets a lift from time to time and brings us goodies, makes sure Camp Autolift is seen in all the skype groups.

Then there are all the people who have dropped by to hear why we are here and the most generous people who have passed by, seen us, and returned with milk, cakes, bread, tea, fruit, sandwiches, … We are so grateful to all of them.

Is it any wonder we feel bliss?

Someone came to visit a few days ago, bringing her daughter who shyly put a 20p piece in a little pot by the fire. That’s a pot for anyone who needs to take a little in order to get something for our camp and for anyone who would like to help and can’t think of anything more direct to do. Her mum then mentioned a camping toilet and Kazzie’s eyes lit up. “Kazz would love you forever if you can find her a toilet.” I said. True to her word, she delivered a camping toilet the next morning. Kazz’s bliss was complete. Poor Kazz has had to bear so much in support of my crazy spiritual fanaticism (if you view it as such).

The tooting and waving we receive throughout the day lifts our spirits and delights our visitors. I even received a wave from a director of Autolift today, can you imagine? Perhaps it was a reflex, you know the kind of thing, where you find yourself returning a wave without thinking and then suddenly realise what you are doing. But the truth is I received two waves from him today and I doubt that kind of reflex happens twice in a row. Who knows, we may even be on speaking terms before long!

Wouldn’t that be something? Today, for instance, it was pissing with rain and the run-off from this end of the yard, several artic trailers, was flowing down to our camp and soaking the ashes of the dunhi fire. I scraped a small channel in the ground to divert the water, with some success. Before long PCs Dave and Matt turned up ‘to make sure we were ok’, oh, and someone at Autolift had called them to say we were digging culverts and carrying out major earthworks that threatened to undermine their entire establishment (or such appeared to be the sentiment of the complaint). Dave and Matt inspected my puny engineering feat and said, “I guess you can kick that flat before you leave, can’t you?”
I can’t believe that it was only a week or so ago that I was arrested for wasting police time (because I reported what appeared to be a genuine terrorist threat to the Olympics; I say ‘genuine terrorist threat’ when I should more accurately have said, ‘genuine false-flag genocide dressed up to look like a terrorist incident’.) and here is Autolift calling out two bobbies to investigate a scrape on the ground.

Anyway, I managed to have a very nice chat with Matt, in particular, about our situation; pointing out that everything I do for others I do for the community, not in order to get things for myself. If I give to the community without taxing those for whom I perform a service or give something that is needed then how can anyone tax me? Sure I use the roads, but they are community roads; in the same way I give to the community in the way I do best, others give to the community by building and maintaining roads. The only difference at present is that the one who builds roads is being paid to do it and HAS to be paid to do it because he has to work to live.

How insane is that? Work for whatever reason you like – because you love to do a particular thing, like carpentry, as our friend Rob does; or because there is something magnificent you would like to create or achieve; or, best of all, because you can do something or make something that will make someone happy – but why would anyone work to live?

You were born to live and whatever you need to live is yours by right: water, food, shelter, clothing, healing. Beyond that you also have a right to live with dignity. Whoever charges you anything for any of these existential needs is entering you into slavery because you will have to work for them. This is the ultimate in mistrust; mistrust of self, mistrust of others and mistrust in the universe itself. Somehow we have to learn to trust again.

Our trust has been destroyed by the same people who have taught us to fear everything. Our fear has allowed us to be controlled, our communities to be destroyed, families made dysfunctional and has robbed us of our playfulness, creativity and imagination.

And so I could go on; and you can be sure that I will if they insist on providing me with an even bigger forum, like, say, a Jury and press box. But enough for now.

Kazz’s mum came today. I greeted her with “See what I get your daughter into?” She brought lots of good things with her, including lots of girlie things for Kazz. Mums know about such things. Gladys has been very supportive of us and is contemplating joining a peace camp in Palestine to oversee the olive harvest there.

I’m sure there’s a ton I’ve left out and there are still people to thank but it is 2 am. Pray for some sun for us tomorrow.

Love, peace, happiness and grace,
Prajna and Kazz

Well, friends, a great deal has happened in the past couple of days and we are both tired, so this will be brief. I hope to post more soon.

Yesterday was mostly dealing with Authority: a number of police, who did their utmost to return the van to us but we were not prepared to receive it under their conditions. They insisted that I surrender my spirituality for criminality by filling in forms from the DVLA. Perhaps they never hear or understand a word I say.

We have again been terrorised with the threat that they will destroy our home; we have seven days to comply with their system or they will, without ANY court hearing, destroy our home.

We were also, on the one week aniversery of our encampment, visited by the local council Gypsy and Traveller Liason Officer. Did she come to offer us any benefit? Did she F&*%. She just came to ask questions, no doubt to assist in the preparations for an eviction notice and when we begged for her to do something, anything, for our benefit, like to find a portaloo, she asked whether we would pay for such a thing.

Apart from that we have had many very special visitors but more of them tomorrow; tiredness is winning tonight.

Oh, I updated the homepage for you all, with some links to videos etc.

Love, peace, happiness and grace, dear friends,
Prajna and Kazz

We have been overwhelmed by wonderful people today. Dearest friends, Rob Bryne, Marty, Reverend Phil, Big Mike have all been here, to rapturous hugs, and Allan is here now, giving me all his internet whilst tending the dhuni in the rain and tolerating my withdrawl to update you all.

Apart from those already know to us and loved by us we have had many passers-by who have stopped in. This morning a car pulled in and we introduced ourselves and our mission to Maria and her daughter, Charmain. They are gypsys who have been forced into bricks-and-mortor accommodation and were completely understanding of our plight. They returned with more of the family in the rain this evening to see if there was anything they could do for us. Fortunately we have no immediate and critical needs that they could supply but we are most grateful for their offers of help and look forward to offering them tea in fine weather.

We also received a local businessman, Tom, and his wife, Ann, who were interested to know what we are about. His business requires a number of large trucks on the roads and he also told us that he had been ripped off by Autolift; his car was stolen and stored at Autolift and they didn’t inform him for 6 days, then charged 6 days storage for it. I explained to him that the state is lawless and corrupt and that it would make me also to become criminal if I were to have dealings with such criminals. I pointed out that if you join the Boy Scouts then you have to keep all the rules of the Boy Scouts, but if you consequently discover that some of those rules offend you spiritually then you can simply resign from the Boy Scouts, rather than have to leave the country.

Tom and Anne were lovely and generous: they begged us to ask them for something and I mentioned that I had lit a sacred fire and would be pleased if he knew anyone who had some wood to keep it going. He said, ‘yes, of course, we have lots of wood, I’ll bring you some.’ He said he had spare-ribs maranading and I interrupted to say I was vegetarian. Tom enthusiastically offered to make some vegetable soup for us and assured as that he is a good cook.

Tom suggested that he bring a local reporter down here, saying that his notoriety would get their attention. (There has been no interest from local media so far, despite prodding from a number of our friends.)

Most of the day there has been a bike race or ralley going past. Hundreds of bikes and riders. At some point one of them shouted out “Kazz! Kazz!” and Gemma pulled out to say “Hi”, along with her friend and Luke. They are involved with Liverpool Critical Mass

So, all in all, it seems that today we have won over some more police, the local gypsy families and Liverpool Critical Mass, and… we are even getting under the skin of Autolift:

The staff at Autolift have been told not to talk to us (on pain of death?) but Jim, who works there, isn’t having anyone telling him who he can talk to and who he can’t. Jim always gives us a smile and a wave on his way in and out. Sometimes he stops off for a quick chat, listens and tries to make sense of our alien-sounding philosophy and way of life. We love him very much.

Up the Rebellion!

love, peace, harmony and grace,
Kazz n Prajna