End-Of-All-Evil [<– click the link!] If you read nothing else this year, read this! This book will change you view of government, governance, authority and freedom. It is the single most subversive book Prajna or I have ever read, and we have read plenty. Trust me when I tell you, this book will change your life! Much love, in freedom and truth, Kali and Prajna. xx
Ello my little Chickidee’s,
So, who wants to know what’s been happening at Balcombe? What, all of you?! OK then, I’ll tell ya…
On Monday 9th Sept some bods telling us they were from West Sussex County Council, but who refused to show any ID, arrived on site and after having a good snoop around decided to place so-called ‘eviction notices’ around the camp, telling us we had to be off by the following day or they would begin proceedings against us. And with that half the camp flew into a panic.
Myself and Prajna, being experienced in such matters, knew that the council would have to go through a whole process before they could evict (as has since been borne out by the high court, but we’ll come to that shortly).
Sadly, try as he might to bring some calm, Prajna was talked over by those convinced that we would be evicted the following day (and/or those who simply wanted to spread panic) during the resulting camp meeting. Suffice to say, though, that Tuesday came and went with no eviction. Unfortunately several campers had already packed and left by then.
What did happen on Tuesday 10th, though, was that I was violently assaulted by a cop. You can view the whole sordid saga here -https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E-wRRMAKU5g, with thanks to Truth Ferret Films for the invaluable footage!
Following this I took Wednesday off but was feeling fit enough to continue with my lawful right to peaceful protest the following day. I decided to take my usual place in the middle of the road to walk down a delivery into the fracking site. I started ahead of the police line and hobbled my way down on me crutches. It wasn’t long before the police caught up with me and decided to arrest me for being on the crutches they put me on, or, as they called it, ‘obstruction of the highway’. Naturally I have granted them no jurisdiction over me, and only complied with their demands knowing that they would use force on me if I refused.
Seven hours or so later and I was released, bailed to return to Crawly Police Station at 1pm on 3rd Oct. Now, funnily enough, October 3rd just happens to be Prajna and my anniversary, so our question to you now is, how do you fancy celebrating with us at Crawley nick on that day?
I will be attending the police station as requested, because I know they will use force against me if I don’t, however I will make it just as clear, as I always do, that they have no authority or jurisdiction over me, and that I am there under duress.
In the meantime Prajna and I are on the hunt for a tattooist to fix our wedding tats… one that will come to the station with us and ink us there. (You may or may not know that just three weeks after getting our wedding tats last year I changed my name from kazz to kali, and this needs to be changed on our tats.) We’ve intended for a long time now that we’d have them changed on our anniversary and see no reason what-so-ever to change that just because the lawless and corrupt State wants our company on that day.
So come to Crawley Police Station on 3rd Oct and help us celebrate two years of harmony and love.
But before I get carried away with all the hearts ‘n’ flowers stuff, I still have to tell you all about the camp’s recent action in the Royal Courts of Justice…
Having been arrested on the Thursday, myself and Prajna were enjoying a little R&R at a local arrestee support safe house. I’d spent most of Friday in bed feeling pretty ill after 3 days of pain-killers and was in a fair bit of pain. I came downstairs late in the afternoon to discover that the Council had issued notices of their intended ‘expedited eviction’ of the camp to be heard in the Royal Courts of Justice the following Monday morning, giving less than 24 hours (working days) notice. So arrestee support, Prajna, myself and a couple of other arrestees who were staying at the safe house along with camp supporters, got to work straight away calling legal eagles to find a way forward… and in around 2 hours we had ourselves a pro-bono barrister… All we needed was a named person for her to represent on the day.
We came back to camp on the Saturday only to discover that after 8 hours of ‘meetings’ (or should I call them ‘brow-beatings’??) the camp had reached a ‘consensus’ to clear off the site and to turn up at the court on Monday only to tell the judge we’d been wasting her time, the councils time, and even our own time… OK, I’m using a little creative licence there, they just wanted to say there was no camp to evict, but it amounts to the same thing.
Now, by this time Prajna had had a chance to take a preliminary look at the notice the camp had been served and had already noted that they had done no welfare checks and had failed to consider our human rights, so we knew that their paper-work was flawed. So, after some considerable discussion, during which we asserted that there was NO consensus (actually every single soul I spoke to told me they were staying) it was decided that some would be staying here to hold the ground whilst others went off to avail themselves of the facilities being offered by a local farmer who’d offered a fully equipped camp site for our use until the end of October.
Next we got together all those planning to challenge the Councils actions in the High Court and began to thrash out our arguments and questions to put to our legal reps. And we found a very brave lady who was willing to put her name forward to be represented by ‘our’ barrister, knowing that if things didn’t go our way she’d be liable for the other sides costs. But as she said herself, when you have nothing you have nothing to loose.
And so off we trundled back to the safe house to prepare our case and to send instructions to our barrister. Poor Prajna spent almost all of Sunday reading through the councils notice, countering their arguments and identifying their mistakes. Eventually though, we had all we needed to send to the barrister… And then our minds turned to transport! And before you know it, arrestee support had organised a mini-bus for us… all we had to do was go to Brighton and collecting… oh, and take it back the next day.
And so we returned to camp. Prajna, being the designated driver then had to head off to Brighton along with a couple of others, to pick up the minibus, but eventually, some time after midnight, he got to have a smoke and unwind.
We were up at 6am the following morning and off to London and the Royal Courts of Justice by 7.30… I’ll spare you the details of traffic and full-up car-parks… Suffice to say we arrived just in time to catch our breath and relax as the 10.30 start came and went.
Dozens of us ushered into the courtroom at around 11am and took seats at the back and along the side. And it wasn’t too long before we got our first big laugh of the day. That came when the Councils Barrister stated that he had not had enough time to prepare for the hearing. Oh, how we laughed! And when the Judge told him she would give him ’10 minutes to get his tackle in order’ we knew we were on a winner.
When the court reconvened ‘our’ barrister (who was the best prepared of them all) was careful to point out that the council had conducted no Human Rights Assessments (and this before a judge who’d made a career in HR law) and no Welfare Checks. Very soon the conversation turned to adjournment and it was decided that the case would be adjourned without a return date; the council could bring their action again any time before the 8th October, but that they would need to have done a complete Human Rights Assessment along with welfare checks for all residents. And if they do not bring the case back to the court they will incur costs (including for the pro-bono barristers, who’s costs will go to the pro-bono fund – thanks again to ‘our’ barrister) for Mondays hearing.
So, a VERY long drive out of London followed by a trip to Brighton and back to return the minibus and at last our work was done and we could relax and celebrate.
And now, here I sit, several days later, in the tech tent at the Balcombe Community Protection Camp, updating the blog. We’ll hold the land here until Cuadrilla move on, and no injunction means we hold the right to return when the actual fracking begins… if of course we haven’t managed to stop fracking across the country before then!
Next stop may well be Manchester (woohooo!), only time will tell.
I will, when I get enough internet time, write a blog about fracking, what it entails and what it’s long and short term results may be.
In the meantime I send love and warm hugs from myself and my beautiful orange Prajna and from all at the Balcombe Community Protection Camp.
P.S. Please, if you haven’t already, do a little research into the Tavistock Institute and into ‘the delphi technique’ and you will soon discover the importance of ‘consensus’ to those who employ social engineering techniques to guide and shape our activities. You can do worse than research Co-Intel-Pro during the Civil Rights Movement in the 60’s also… then you may gain some insight into how various movements are infiltrated in order to be brought down from within. Very appropriate for the times we live in…
Dear friends and family,
At long last we have a chance to update the blog… and a lot of updating there is to do! So much has happened since the last entry here, so please bare with me as I rattle through it all.
This particular blog is coming to you from sunny Balcombe, where it is currently raining and where we are presently camped, doing all we can to stop the fracking and poisoning of our water here and across this beautiful island.
But before I tell you all about what’s happening here I have to backtrack to our time in Appleby and the death of my father…
I have to say, that being there for my dad’s death was an immense honour though, naturally it was a very stressful time. We returned to Appleby having spent a week Ilckley, getting the tow-bar on the car re-enforced. I think I told you that my dad had been taken straight back to hospital in Carlisle having spent only a couple of days at home. He was still there when we got back to Appleby and it quickly became obvious that he wouldn’t be returning home again. After a few days (maybe a week?) he was transferred to the community hospital in Penrith and I have to say the staff at Penrith could not have been more caring and supportive, not only of my dad but of the whole family and friends, who visited to say their final farewells.
For most of the time dad was out of it on tranquillisers and painkillers, though one morning, after having been asleep for at least 36 hours, he suddenly woke up, asked to get out of bed, drank tea, ate sweets and chatted about what was happening to him (he was slightly confused by all the medication). After a few hours he told how depressed he was and said he just wanted to fall asleep and not wake up and shortly after that he was back to sedated unconsciousness.
A couple of nights later he died peacefully in his sleep, with Marge, myself and Prajna at his side, easing him through the transition. It was one of the most grounding experiences of my life so far! I was honoured and grateful to be there
And I was very glad to be there to support Marge too. She’d had months of running up and down to hospital by then, helplessly watching as her husband grew frail and weak. She was so strong throughout the whole ordeal, and by the end just needed to let it all out.
The universe seemed to have the timing of everything under control: one week after my dad passed on, and one day before my eldest niece was due to return to Australia (she had to go back to work a week before the rest of her clan) we had the funeral. Had it been one day later several people who came to the funeral wouldn’t have been able to get there! That’s just one instance out of many demonstrating immaculate timing on the part of the universe, many others escape me just now (sorry!). Oh, wait! I remember one… My sister was desperate to get home from Oz to see our dad before he died, but just didn’t have the funds to get here. But the universe stepped in to help and just in the nick of time the house she’d been trying to sell in Liverpool sold, meaning that the whole family could come for a full month and everyone who loved him got to see my dad before he went. In addition to these perfectly timed synchronicities there was the timing of our arrival in Appleby that I mentioned in my previous blog post.
The funeral was in Liverpool, so a few days after he died, Prajna and I hitched up our caravan and returned to Hooton, near Chester, where the wonderful Mark welcomed us back with open arms!
The day after the funeral we had a very welcome call from Commonly Known As Dom who asked if we would like to steward at The Green Gathering festival in Chepstow the following week. Naturally we leapt at the chance. So having said farewell to my dad, to my sister, brother-in-law and nieces, we headed off to Wales and the Green Gathering. We had the most amazing time there, met up with friends old and new and recharged our souls. Whilst there we heard about the anti-fracking camp here in Balcombe and decided we needed to get ourselves here as soon as we could.
Before we could get here though, we had a few other things to take care of: First we had to head north to Bishops Castle, near Shewsbury, where we delivered some medicine (cannabis oil) to a friend with cancer. Massive thanks to Dean, who supplied the medicine and much, much love to Rachael and her family!
From there we headed down to Essex to steward at the One Love festival, with a couple of stops along the way.
We stopped first at Hereford to visit some friends at a community we spent some time with a couple of years ago. And here I have to get very, very cross with Guy Taylor, who ‘owns’ the site in question. When we lived with that community, Guy asked if we would stand guard at a demolition site (also owned by him) where we spend our days cleaning up the salvaged bricks for sale, and our nights guarding the site. Once the job was done we returned to the community only to be asked by Guy to go back to the brick site, as he hadn’t yet sold all the bricks. He told us he’d come to the site the following morning with £60 for us, and that he would ‘weight us in properly’ once the bricks were sold. Suffice to say he was not as good as his word, but we lost no sleep over that. Money means very little to myself and Prajna, and we were happy to be of service either way. However, on our visit to the community we were informed by Guy’s son that Guy wanted to charge us for plugging in, despite the FACT that Guy himself does not pay for electricity on that site, claiming that the electric company actually owes him money there. Also we were informed that there would also be charges for ground rent. We gave Guy a call, imagining that he hadn’t realised it was us who’d pitched up there, and as soon as he did he’d have a change of attitude. Oh how deluded we were! Next thing we knew we were being threatened with physical violence (via his bully boys) if we didn’t leave. How very, very cheeky Mr Taylor! Just you wait till I see you next!!!
On a much more cheerful note, from there we headed to Tring where, at long last, I got to introduce Prajna to two of my favourite people on the planet, Chug and Lynda. We spend a very relaxed and enjoyable few days with them and their daughter, and as I’d predicted, love and friendship blossomed as Prajna, Chug and Lynda got to know each other.
Our next stop was at the One love festival where we had an absolute ball, giving out free hugs, getting fully acquainted, falling in love with the Steward HQ crew and soaking up the wonderful atmosphere.
From there it was less than 50 miles to Balcombe in Sussex, and the anti-frack camp. And here we are! There’s a wonderful community growing here; folk from all walks of life sharing a common goal, to stop the fracturing of this beautiful planet, the only one we have to call home, and stop the poisoning of the water on which all lad-dwelling life depends.
We’re a very diverse and creative bunch here and some of the direct action taken by individuals have been amazing! From a local guy who locked himself on top of a wagon exiting the fracking site and tying up police resources for hours; a local lady locking herself onto the main gate, right under the noses of the police; a guy who set up a huge tripod in the middle of the road and climbed on top, once again, tying the police up for hours.
Naturally, the police are never best pleased when these direct actions take place and start getting heavy handed with the campers here.
There have been plenty of arrests since we’ve been here (up to 7 or 8 a day) , all petty and of little consequence except to the mainstream media who use arrest numbers to suggest we’re a bunch of lawless thugs (go figure). But, with experience, people are learning not to accept the ridiculous police bail conditions imposed (don’t cross the road) which are invariably revoked by magistrates and which are nothing more than power trips on the part of the police.
That said, most of the police here are pretty chilled out, particularly the protest liaison officers, who are on the whole very approachable, reasonable and intelligent. Prajna and I are spending many, many hours in conversation with the cops, discussing various pertinent issues surrounding fracking, the nature of policing, governance, legitimacy of this government, fracking licences, what it is to live a real life outside of the bounds of ‘legal fictions’, etc, etc. Two or three of the police are beginning to consider the relevance of their arguments their position and their way of life. Two/three down, 50+ to go! 😉
We’ve been here for almost three weeks now and counting. Although Cuadrilla have stated that they will not be seeking to extend their drilling licence here, we are aware that once Cuadrilla move out it will only be a matter of time before some fracking corporation moves in to pollute the water and fracture the bedrock. We (that is the community here) will not be fooled and will not move on until our work here is done… and then we move on to the next site.
In the meantime we send you all our love and best wishes and hope to see you here in this most beautiful part of the country very soon! Join Us!!
Kali and Prajna. xxxx
Well, after all that talk of creating a not-so-fringe ‘forever free’ festival alongside the staged fringe fest’ at the Bilderberg meeting this year, I’m afraid Prajna and I didn’t even make it as far as the Watford Gap Services. In fact we’ve not even had a chance to find out how it all went… not one iota of gossip from the whole event have we heard!
Sadly my dad’s health is spiralling downwards. He’s spending more time in hospital than out of it these days. So we decided to stay in Cumbria, to be as close as possible and to give what support we can to my dad and his wife. Naturally, it’s a very difficult and traumatic time for them both, not helped by the fact that the hospital is an hours drive up the M6 from where they actually live, and the fact that Marge, Dads wife, doesn’t drive.
Coincidentally, we arrived in Appleby on the evening before the annual horse fair officially began, meaning that the only place for us to park-up was on the fair site itself (all roadside lay-bys being either taken or marked with ‘no stopping’ signs, and the whole place being rife with cops). And so there we stayed, in the heart of the largest Gypsy gathering in the world, parked up alongside a really wonderful family who insisted, when they left, that we stay in touch and send regular texts letting them know where we are and how we’re doing. They also told us about an area of common land just a few miles down the road from Appleby, a place called Nateby, near Kirby Steven, where we could stay without hassle or expense.
In fact we met so many wonderful people while we were there(!), including a man called Tom who was already switched on to all the Freeman stuff and who we dubbed ‘horse whisperer’ after he told all about his life-long connection with horses and respect and regard for the ways in which horses communicate. Amongst other things he told us of the ways a horse will communicate friendliness, knowledge which would stand us in good sted before too long!
We stayed in Appleby on the fair site and helped with the clean-up once the fair was over, litter-picking the tons of rubbish that had been left behind to our hearts content. And I have to say, it was an absolute joy to clean the place up and restore it to it’s former green glory! We were told that we needed to be off the site on the Thursday, as the gates would be locked, but that we could pull onto the the ground just outside the gates. So that’s what we did, meaning that we had access to fresh water via the taps installed for the fair and could continue our litter-picking, gathering up the last of the rubbish that had been missed in the main clean-up.
After a few days, and once my dad was out of hospital, we decided to head to Nateby, yet another area of outstanding natural beauty (not my favourite phrase in the world since, in its capitalised form at least, it’s being used to impose Agenda 21 restrictions in the name of ‘conservation’, which basically means anything a given Council decides it means, regardless of merit or argument) but really, there are no other words to describe the place! High fells and Moors, spotted with woodland, hundreds of sheep and… wild horses! Incredibly friendly (I say this because they ventured so close to our van and, whist spooked by sudden movement, not spooked by our presence) and gentle (positively loving toward each other) wild horses. So Prajna and I got to practice our horse whispering skills.
Tom had told us that when a horse ‘chews’ (for want of a better word) and licks it’s lips it’s an indication that it’s not a threat, and when it points it’s ears one forward and one backward, it’s an indication that you can move closer into its circle. I’d noticed that they also tend to bow their heads toward one another in a friendly manner, and I’d heard some time in the past that it’s always best to approach a horse from the side, rather than face on, which they perceive as threatening. And so, armed with apples and carrots, we ventured forth (I mean sideways!), chewing our lips and bowing our our heads. They didn’t exactly eat from our hands, but they did enjoy the food we tossed on the ground for them. As the rain came, so we went back into the van and opened a window wide, where we continued our horse whispering and it wasn’t long before two stallions, a mare and her foal were sheltering along side the van, one even warming it’s behind on the heater vent (I’m convinced that’s what it was doing!).
Hopefully one day we will go horse-drawn… but only if the horses are happy to draw us! 😉
The following day Prajna’s parents, along with his Uncle Murray, all the way from New Zealand, and his brother and sister-in-law, who live in Yorkshire, were due to visit a friend’s farm in the Yorkshire Dales on the last leg of a tour of Europe, so we packed up and came to meet them. – Sadly as soon as we got a signal to our phone, there was a message from my dad saying he’s back in hospital again with yet another infection! We spent the afternoon with Prajna’s family and were treated to a tour of this amazing farm which is being managed in a way so as to encourage the butterfly population… with meadows of wild flowers so beautiful it makes the heart sing! Last time Prajna was here he made a website for the place which includes some amazing photographs… check it out – http://lowerwinskill.co.uk ) Unfortunately Tom, who owns the farm, is going off tomorrow so our visit will be a short one, though we’ll be back later in the summer to help with some drystone walling.
I was up early this morning and went for a long walk and just soaked the place in whilst Prajna slept. And oh, what food for the soul is to be found around these hills! – Really, if you’ve never been to the Yorkshire Dales put it on your ‘must do before I die’ list. I promise you wont be sorry!
And so that’s it to date… We’ll be heading off to Ilkley Moor later today and may or may not have access to the internet once we’re there. You will know soon enough if we do…
We need to stay in Ilkley while we order a new water pump for the caravan and a new phone for interneting, so we can have them delivered to Prajna’s brother’s address. I only hope we have a phone signal so we can stay in touch with my dad and his wife.
At the end of the month my sister and the whole family (brother-in-law and three most beloved nieces) will be arriving from Australia… and oh, I can’t wait to see them!!! I’m not sure where they’ll be staying while they’re here, but I am sure that wherever it is we’ll be right there… somewhere!
In the meantime remember, the road to freedom is free, the road to peace is peaceful, the road to joy is joyful…
With love and gratitude for all the adventures,
Kali and Prajna. xxx
It’s been quite a rocky few months for us psychically, psychologically . We’ve moved into our new wee caravan; and a beautiful home it’s turned out to be, though the move itself was most distressing as it was precipitated by a full frontal psychological assault by someone very close to me. Happily love endures nonetheless. We’ve been to court several times and emerged victorious from accusations of criminality on our part; now we are in the rapidly moving process (rapid because we had almost all of our pieces in place, confident of our victory) of holding all those lawless and corrupt officials who have crossed our path in the last year to account for their corruption, where that corruption has infringed upon our peace and freedom. We have been informed that my father is dying from an entirely curable illness (cancer of the pancreas) whilst all around us friends discuss establishing cannabis oil clinics in Spain and bringing this known cure for cancer (and so many ailments!) to the people, free of cost or charge. Following two emergency dashes up to Cumbria my dad’s condition seems to have stabilised, at least for the moment. He’s slowly being convinced by his doctors that chemotherapy, which he initially rejected, may well be an option after all – they offer this so-called ‘treatment’ not to save his life, but mealy in the hope of extending it a little (Kerching!!!).
Initially Prajna and I decided that we would, as soon as we could (we had much to sort out first, including going to court) head up to Cumbria with our caravan and spend some time with my dad before he moves on to the next state of being. It was, at first, a decision fuelled by passion and love but since, increasingly tempered by reluctance to abandon our path of peace and freedom in order to wait for my father to die. It is not easy to turn away from this intention to be with my dad, but it is necessary.
There is so much to do now and NOW is the only time we have to do it!
The Bilderbergers are coming to town, or so we are led to believe, and all the usual suspects are stepping up to the mark to organised a short, fringe festival. Apparently the purpose of this ‘fringe’ is to bring some light and love to the heads of industry, State and media – the globalists who increasingly commit acts of ecocide and genocide for their own, personal gain. A noble intention indeed!
But we have a better idea.
It’s long been our desire to live free and peaceful, in harmony with the Earth and with all that dwells upon it. We know that we are not alone in this ever essential, increasingly urgent, calling. And we know that NOW, as it ever was, is the only time we have to act.
And so we will head – once we’ve visited my father and spent a little time instilling in him the will to live, we hope, along with much dietary advice and as much aluminium-free bicarbonate of soda as we can afford – down to The Grove Hotel. There we will pitch our home and endeavour to generate the biggest, free festival, celebration of humanity and peace the people desire. Everlasting freedom is our choice and our responsibility.
And should our ever-lasting freedom festival consist of only the two of us, so be it. Time will tell…
And so we call you all to join us, to shed the shackles of State control, which are psychological and which we have all be programmed to wear, and to create peace and harmony in our time, which is NOW.
We will personally contact and invite all those we know, and there are many(!) who have experience and expertise in the festival scene, the traveller scene, the freedom from oppression scene, the free energy scene, the permaculture and aquaponics scene, the low-impact building and living scene… and all those we know who have the capability and passion to create in love.
We will not be calling leaders, but guides for all who wish to gain freedom for themselves, but who may lack the know-how when it comes to the practicalities of free energy, food growth, safe and sustainable water usage and all closed loop (no-waste) systems…
We will contact poets and musicians, jugglers and story-tellers, visionaries and free-thinkers, celebrators of life and love.
And we will grow, nurtured by love, without destruction of the Earth, without destruction of our hearts, in freedom and mutual respect and compassion and understanding and overstanding and knowledge and healing.
We accept no jurisdiction but our own, will live by no laws, but by our true nature, beyond corruption and beyond injuries inflicted by dominance of one over another.
We are self-governing and self-policing. Self-empowered.
We are spiritual and we are sentient. We are pagan and we are free.
If you know the truth of yourself, join us. If you wish to discover the truth of yourself, join us. If you are called to freedom, join us.
Bring tools and materials, sentience and self-love. This is all we need to begin a new paradigm, away from the control of corrupt poisoners of planet and of heart.
Have you checked the time lately, all you clock-watchers out there? It is not 11:11 or 12:12, it is NOW.
We love you, we celebrate you, we welcome you. Come in peace or do not come.
Prajna and Kali – aka the orange auto-hippies.
It’s hard to know where to start, or how to start when it comes to the things I need to say to my family… mainly because, no matter what I do or don’t do, say or don’t say, I’m always wrong somehow. I’ve tried as hard as I know how… I’ve tried to earn your love and respect, and for a very brief time I even had it. Not for long though.
The trouble is, I can’t take on the battles I need to fight, I can’t challenge the inequities of the system which keeps you all in chains and take you on too.
I already know what your reaction to this blog will be. But fuck it, this needs saying, if only for my sake.
I know that I lash out at you sometimes, Stevie, and I know that I can be pretty severe. But after a whole lifetime of your unrelenting and unwarranted disapproval I find it hard to know how else to be with you. And because I know how intelligent you are, what a keen mind you have, I get so frustrated that you choose to ignore what’s being done to us all in the name of power and The State.
I hate that you ignore everything I share related to the two major issues of vaccines and television and continue to fill your babies with both. – How can an intelligent man so blindly choose to endanger his family? There is SO much information out there regarding the dangers of vaccines, not to mention that the ‘authorities’ in these matters also know, and have always known, the dangers… yet they push them on us anyway.
And yet, Stevie, rather than take an interest in what’s real, and what is beneficial to you family, you choose to deride me, to dismiss me, belittle me and ignore me. I know that that’s easier than taking an interest, and I know how long you waited to have this beautiful family of yours… I know that you just want things to be the way we grew up believing them to be. I know it’s easier to go along with the system without questioning, without challenging, without your world being rocked by the truth. And so we grow further and further apart.
I don’t do the things I do for fun, I do what I do in order to draw attention to the realities we live in… to draw attention to the deceptions, to draw attention to the fascism which is no longer creeping, but rushing into our lives and homes, Knowing that the only way to change these things is by awareness. – Because a handful of ‘conspiracy nuts’ aren’t going to change a thing, but a few million aware individuals just might!
I’m not your enemy, Ste, I’m actually on your side, doing all I can to ensure that your children don’t inherit the Orwellian nightmare that is planned for them.
Suzzie, you went all the way to Australia to give your kids a better life. And from England I do my best to make sure you stay aware of the things you need to be aware of for their sake, but you dismiss me as a ‘conspiracy theorist, looking for things to be worried about’. I send you links to factual information, to government bills showing how they are sneaking through clauses hidden within the new Mental Health Act in WA, allowing children as young as twelve to decide, WITHOUT parental consent or even parental knowledge, to be sterilized. (Why would they hide such a clause in a mental health bill of all things?) It’s right there in the legislation… yet I am a ‘conspiracy theorist’ for letting you know the truth. – Turns out I was right about the fluoride, but somehow wrong about this..? Or have you forgotten the research you did into fluoride after I told you why it is put into school milk and into water? Have you forgotten that you made sure Tia got un-fluoridated milk at school as a result of your research?
I’m not asking or expecting you do the things I do, but at least take me seriously. You know I do my research, you know I don’t just accept things at face value. So please, don’t dismiss me so easily.
I miss you so much, Sue, and I can’t even begin to express how much I miss the girls! Every time I speak to them I want to tell them how much I love and miss them… But I get frowned upon for that by their nan, lest I upset them. Fair enough, but that only makes the distance between us even greater still.
My life has moved on so much since you left and so has yours. I have no idea how to bridge that gap. – I don’t want to freak them out about the kind of world they’re growing up in, I don’t want to burst your bubble, to cloud up your dreams. But I can’t let that stop me from at least trying to make things better for them and for you from this side of the world. At least I can do that for them.
But I need you to take me seriously, Sue, not to dismiss me as a conspiracy nut. I deserve that much don’t I?
The truth is that there really IS a conspiracy by the ruling elites of the world (it’s not even hidden any more) to create a one world, post democratic government, bent on reducing the population of the world. I know that you don’t want to hear that, that you don’t want to deal with the implications of it, that you don’t want to address the ways in which it is being implemented via sneaky bits of legislation; via the United Nations ‘agenda 21′; the W.H.O.; the World Bank, etc. – And I appreciate why you don’t. But please don’t try to stop me from tackling these issues just because you don’t want to.
I know that you want me to be happy, Sue, but being true to myself is what makes me happy, what fulfils me and makes my life worthwhile.
Dad, you’re a stranger to me these days. I have no idea whether you love me right now or hate me… whether I have your approval or disdain. Am I ‘out of the will’ or in it? (Not that I have any interest one way or the other in your will). I’d love to see you Dad (and Marge!) and for you to meet Prajna, but only if that’s a meeting of equals, of friends. Anything less would be a waste for both of us.
Mum, what can I say? I only have guilt to express… guilt that you bought this house for me to live in, guilt that my life went in a different, unexpected direction, and I can’t buy it from you, guilt that I took Marty in and that Marty took the piss out of both of us, guilt that I can’t offer you acceptable (to you) solutions for dealing with this situation. I’ve tried to offer solutions. I only wish I knew what else to do!
You know I love you. You know how much I appreciate all you’ve done for me, yet you manage to twist my words to suggest that I’ve somehow thrown it all back in your face. Even though you KNOW better. Even though you KNOW how much I appreciate you.
I know you say you don’t want me to feel guilty, but all too often, in the same breath, you lay the guilt on. It’s like being crucified over and over again sometimes… especially when I’ve got so much else on my plate.
I don’t want you to feel bad either Mum. You did a fantastic job of bringing us up, and every time I’ve needed your support you’ve been right there, encouraging me to get through the hard times. But you seem to have this fear (maybe all mums have it?) of being a bad mother, and you all too often set out to prove that you are… and then we’re back to me feeling guilty that you feel bad… and off we go again in this self-fullfiling prophecy of guilt and fear.
And I KNOW we can do better!
My life is about truth, about exposing tyranny and injustice, about doing everything I can to create a better world for my nieces and nephews. Whether you all like it or not. I make no excuses. And if I can’t have your support in that, then at least give me a break from your constant disapproval!
I’m not evil, I’m not a hater, and I deserve better from my family. I’ve earned your respect and love time and time again over the years. I’ve made this family the centre of my life, I’ve done all I can to ‘fit in’ with your ideas of what I should or shouldn’t be… but I cannot and will not deny who I am in order to appease you.
I know that no matter what I do or say at least one of you will fly off the handle and spout your fury or your overwhelming concern. And there’s nothing at all I can do about that…. Well, I guess I could keep quiet, live a life that, whilst not exactly meeting your approval, at least doesn’t challenge you too much. But that would be a denial of myself and, ultimately, a waste of my life. And so this is the situation we’re stuck with. I am me, and either you accept me as I am or leave me to get on with it minus the guilt, fear and frustration.
I will say, before you start, that what I’ve written here (and everything I ever write) is only an expression of my perspective and that I know you each have your own. I know that! But this is my perspective and it’s just as valid as yours.
I am me. That is all I can ever be… whether you approve of me or not.
Your daughter, sister, auntie, niece, cousin, friend,
P.S. Are you offended by the name change? Do I owe you an explanation for that too or is my unconventional marriage to Prajna enough of an explanation? – By the way, Kali is a Hindu god – the destroyer of ego and all separation – and Prajita means invincible, unstoppable, driven. I was given the name by Prajna’s teacher, Saswot (by way of explanation. 😉 )
P.P.S. I know you’ll probably be offended that I’m blogging this, rather than sending it to you personally, but I know too that there are thousands of people in my position, trying to balance truth with family relationships and finding it impossible. And for them to know they’re not the only ones really matters. – We have enough to contend with in this truth/freedom movement (if movement is what it is) standing up to a criminal State and we need to support each other. It’s not for ‘kudos’ that I write this dad, it’s for support… for me and for my brothers and sisters in truth.
Oh, and one or two small constitutional matters…
Dear me hearties,
What follows is my most recent correspondence with the entirely corrupt house of westminster:
“Dear Cabinet Office,
On 14th November 2012 the Home Office forwarded to you a FOIR sent by myself. To date there has been no response forthcoming from yourselves. I copy the original request here for your convenience:
“During my British Politics 101 class several years ago I was taught that all democratic government is by consent. Naturally, if the UK is indeed a democracy, we too are governed by consent. However, despite much research into the subject I have not yet been able to ascertain exactly how consent is removed or withheld by the people of these islands. I have discovered that the words ‘none of the above’ cannot, by statue, be used on a UK voting ballot. I have gathered also that non-participation in elections is interpreted to give tacit consent to be governed. I also know that during the last nation-wide elections for the EU parliament only 36% of the eligible electorate bothered to participate, suggesting that the other 64% have at lest some reservations about the nature of government in this country. My question, therefore, is a simple one: how in the UK does one remove consent to be governed?”
Your lack of response to date is, although unsurprising, very telling… or maybe my original FOIR was ‘lost in the post’ as they say?
I therefore put you on notice that your continued silence will be interpreted to confirm that ‘democracy’ in this country, as in the European Union (though the sham there is barely even pretended), is nothing better than an illusion of democracy and that in fact we do live in a dictatorship, as we have on these islands for generations.
Notwithstanding, I draw your attention to article 61 of the Magna Carta 1215 (which you can read at the following link – http://www.iamm.com/magnaarticles.htm#61. ) This constitutional document requires the people of these islands to rise up in Lawful Rebellion against tyrannical dictators; provided, of course that certain conditions have been met… and indeed those conditions have been long since met. In February 2001 Lord Ashbourne handed HRHQE11 a petition signed by twenty-six Peers of the realm (who were formerly the land barons refereed to in Magna Carta 1215).
This petition calling for HMHQE11 to defend british rights and freedoms can be read in its entirety, along with accompanying notes and interpretations, at the following link – http://thesecretpeople.wordpress.com/law…
“And if we, or our chief Justiciar (should we be out of the kingdom) do not redress the grievance within forty days of the time when it was brought to the notice of us or our chief Justiciar (should we be out of the kingdom), the aforesaid four barons shall refer the case to the rest of the twenty-five barons and those twenty-five barons with the whole community of the land shall distrain and distress us in every way they can, namely by taking of castles, estates and possessions, and in such other ways as they can, excepting (attack on) our person and those of our queen and of our children”
Additional to this is the plain fact that the entire constitution of this Nation has been usurped. – There can be no Nation State that is not properly and lawfully constituted and agreed to by the
people, as the whole notion of a ‘Nation State’ is a ‘legal fiction’ which exists only on paper and in the minds of men, i.e. a Nation State NOT a real thing in its own right – The claim of ‘Parliamentary Sovereignty’ as somehow ‘constitutional’ is, frankly, ludicrous. You do hang some pretty spectacular mirrors though, and blow out so much toxic smoke it’s unsurprising that the people of these islands have endured your noxious rule for so long; blinded as we have been by your propaganda dressed up as ‘Public Relations’, some spurious pretence at ‘respectability’, the systemic economic dependence that has been maliciously built into all of our lives (indeed our very culture and customs), the people processing centres known as schools where each of us is sent to be trained for life under the rule of an entirely lawless and entirely corrupt (from its inception) Palace of Westminster, your unending brutality, and the lack of access to any kind of justice for those of us not ‘blue blooded’ (inbred) enough to gain access to the pockets, or to the secrets, of the judiciary of this State.
I could continue to list instances of your lawlessness, corruption and excess – from an entirely illegal secret nuclear arms deal with Armaments Corporation of South Africa SOC Ltd, conducted by your current ‘Prime Minister’, David Cameron, in 1989 (see http://www.tomboy-pink.co.uk/blog/?p=311); to countless of your number being named by victims of prolific and powerful paedophile rings as the perpetrators of the sadistic sexual abuse, which they endured. (Of course you take any and all power you have from those you abuse and control, without whom you would and will be entirely nothing, just as any parasite is nothing without a host.) – I could highlight the ‘Common Purpose’ which your mind control operatives are imposing around this nation http://www.cpexposed.com/. I could go on and on, but I would rather give my precious time to something more befitting me.
You may now consider me to be in full Lawful Rebellion as is my duty, not only in accordance with the constitution of this Nation but also in accordance with my own conscience as a peaceful, lore
abiding, living, sentient, female man.
Kali Prajita – formerly K. Lucas”
Hope you enjoyed it…. more ‘n one way to skin a cat ya know. 😉
Love n hugs
Kali & Prajna
So, Prajna and I were preparing to collect our belongings, held in storage by Cheshire West & Chester Council, and to set up camp at a site in Hooton which a friend had offered for our use. Prajna was particularly keen to get there and commence re-building our shelter and I warmed to the idea once I saw the location of our new camp. However….
We called the Gypsy Traveller (sorry, I mean Autolift) Liaison Officer to make arrangements for the collection of our belongings and were informed by her that we were being charged for storage and that our things wouldn’t be released to us until the outstanding amount had been paid. She also informed us that our property would be ‘disposed of’ after the 24th October should we fail to collect it, thus giving us just 8 days to stump up £652!
She said that we had been noticed of their intention to charge us for removal and storage of our belongings in the eviction notice we’d been given. This is untrue… we know because we have every single piece of paper these common purpose drones have given us and there is not one mention in any of those documents about charges for removal and storage of out property! Failure to notify us of their intention to charge us entirely voids their claim.
She quoted the Local Government (miscellaneous provisions) Act 1982 in support of her claim. Obviously the council bods concerned, unlike myself and Prajna, haven’t bothered to read the Act they’re referencing as it is in no way applicable to the circumstances at hand.
Subsequent to that initial conversation we contacted the councils legal services and arranged for them to hold onto our stuff for a further two months, pending our legal action against the council and others.
We asked that all of this be put in writing and sent to us. Two days later the autolift liaison officer called to confirm what we needed from her in writing and for a postal address. During this call it transpired that the council had unilaterally changed the terms of our agreement (read verbal contract) and reduced the time we had to one month. Tut tut! Do these people know nothing of the law which they claim gives them authority over us? It seems not!
Finally, one week later the requested documentation arrived.
This time the council are quoting the Torts (interference with goods) act 1977 in order to justify their extortion. And once again it appears that they haven’t bothered to read the legislation they’re referencing.
The so called ‘itinerary’ of our belongings that they have in storage is a joke, with many items being listed twice or more and many, many items not listed at all(!) including our caravan, timber, tarp’s, salamander space/warehouse heater, stock pots etc, etc. These omission are of particular concern as they wish to also charge us for the hire of two skips – presumably these skips were used to dispose of our building materials (and when I say ‘dispose of’ what I actually mean is take for themselves a significant amount of good quality timber and other building materials and items of value generally).
So, once again, without lawful or legal excuse, the powers that be are holding our existential needs to ransom.
We’ve been hard at work over the last few weeks studying relevant legislation, case law, codes of practice and rules which those claiming authority over us must follow. And we have found our oppressors wanting from the very beginning, when we were initially stopped by a cop with NO authority to stop us, and at every single turn since that initial, unlawful, unauthorised stop.
We have a 17 point complaint written up and quote statute, case law and codes of practice/rules in reams of supporting documentation we’re gathering. It’s only a question now of getting the right advice on the best way to move forward (there are several options open to us, but knowing where to begin and how to proceed is a little daunting). Our friends, Andy and Val, have put us into contact with a friend of theirs who works as a barrister (unlike ‘barrister Jack’ who does not!). We’ve sent her an outline of our complaint and have had one brief chat with her. We’re now waiting to hear back from her, hopefully today.
We also need to pay a visit to our friends John and Tina, who are also in a position to advise and guide.
In the meantime we’re living with friends in Liverpool in a house that is up for sale. We have no idea how long we have here, all we know is that the place must be sold before July.
The fight goes on!
Much love to you all,
Kazz and Prajna. xxx
Hello dear reader,
It’s been a while since I last wrote anything substantial for this blog, but having somewhat recovered from spending three months on the side of the A41 and from the events surrounding our eviction from Camp Autolift it’s time to get writing.
Following the county court’s arbitrary decision that we should vacate the site ‘forthwith’ and their apparent failure to take further action, we decided that the only prudent thing for us to do was to continue the construction and development of our camp (once we’d recovered from our bouts of flu) so that we might be better prepared for winter if necessary.
This we proceeded to do until, on the morning of 25th September, we were given notice by a court bailiff that the bailiffs would be out at 12.30 the following day to remove us from the site. Prajna quizzed her as to whether violence would be used to remove us and she vehemently denied it, saying “Oh no! We never use violence”. Prajna persisted and asked if they would use ‘reasonable force’. Her response was to ignore the question and to avoid eye contact. In typical disingenuous and cowardly fashion the female bailiff concerned stooped to accusing Prajna of raising his hand to strike her when he gestured that she needed to attach her notice to the nearby lamp-post rather than to our door frame. Thankfully PC Dave was there to witness her dishonesty and promptly ushered her away from our make-shift home.
We spent the rest of the day making preparations for the upcoming eviction, ensuring that our most needed items were moved from the camp in advance.
The following morning we were visited by our friend Angus, who’d come along to see if he could help with the removal of our things before 12.30. And thank goodness he was there! At 9.30 the police turned up to arrest Prajna on the spurious excuse of non-payment of fines, working in collusion with the magistrates court and the local council.
Prajna was violently arrested and taken away in cuffs fastened so tightly behind his back that he was crying out in pain. I also cried out when I saw just how tightly he’d been ‘restrained’. As is our habit when dealing with ‘officials’, particularly those who claim ‘authority’ over us, we recorded the whole event.
Prajna was taken directly to the magistrates court where, upon arrival, he asked to see a doctor. This request was repeated many times in response to the police and court staff going through their admittance procedures, during which they removed his hat and mala, even though he informed them that these form part of his religious beliefs and practices. I’m sure I don’t have to explain that in removing these items they breached their own codes of practice regarding respect for religious and philosophical beliefs.
Each time Prajna declined to respond to their questions an officer standing behind him twisted the handcuffs, imagining that inflicting pain would make him comply. All it served to do was to elicit more cries of pain and further insistence that a doctor attend.
Eventually Prajna was locked in a cell, still restrained by the horrifically tight cuffs – the cause of the pain for which he was insisting on seeing a doctor – and still without his hat.
He remained locked in that cell for several hours, unable to sit, which caused him even more pain, unable to ring the buzzer for attention, unable, even, to take a pee! Needless to say this treatment goes against all of their so called ‘laws’ and codes of practice regarding torture, restraint and the treatment of those in their custody.
Eventually Prajna was asked if he would like to see a solicitor. “I need to see a doctor!” responded Prajna.
After some time Prajna was put back in the cage in the back of a police van and taken to the A & E department of the Countess of Chester hospital, still in cuffs. At this point Prajna was in so much pain that, as the hospital staff asked their standard questions in their busy reception, he had his head on the reception desk as he explained that the cuffs were being used to torture him, that no agency in the UK has authority to torture anyone, and that he needed a doctor to examine his wrists to witness that the cuffs had been applied in such a manner as to inflict pain, suffering and compliance rather than for restraint (even restraint has to be justified in the circumstances; there are no circumstances that authorise the use of torture). Added to this was the offence and affront to his religious and spiritual practices due to being paraded in public without his hat.
The handcuffs were removed just a minute or two before the triage nurse came to examine him, so that she was not able to observe how they had been applied, only that they had caused injury, which she noted for the record.
Following the medical examination the escorting police chose not to reapply the handcuffs. If they were necessary up until that point what had changed at the hospital to mean they were no longer required? One of the escorting officers stopped in front of Prajna as they were leaving the hospital and said, “Listen, you are no longer a ‘freeman’, you are in the custody of the court service and you will do what you are told!” “I am a freeman, in the custody of a lawless and corrupt agency!” replied Prajna, “and I will only comply with you demands because you threaten me with more pain and suffering if I refuse.”
In the police car en route back to the court (they decided that it was not necessary to put Prajna in the cage in the back of the van) Prajna quizzed the officer in the seat next to him about his police oath. “Oh, that was years ago.” replied the officer, “I can’t remember it.” “If you can’t remember it then how can you be sure you are acting in accordance with it?” asked Prajna. “I can’t remember the boy scout promise either,” responded the officer, “but that doesn’t mean I can’t wear a woggle.” I hope that reply shocks you as deeply as it does us!
Prajna was returned to the magistrates court and to his cell. At some point in the afternoon a guard came to take him before the judge, at which point Prajna discovered that they could not force him to do so. So, given that he’d established that they were no longer going to inflict pain on him to gain his co-operation, he chose to remain in his cell.
Some time shortly after 5pm, Prajna’s cell was opened and prisoner escort officers arrived to remove him to the prison transport. He was not told the outcome of the case, what was happening or where he was being taken. It wasn’t until his arrival at Altcourse Prison that he discovered he’d been sentenced to 7 days for non-payment of fine. Our subsequent research leads us to understand that the imposition of a custodial sentence in these circumstances was itself unlawful!
Prajna spent just two nights in prison and was released on the Friday morning.
In the meantime…
I was placed in the position of dealing with the bailiffs and the eviction alone… Well, when I say alone what I actually mean is with the support and encouragement of many friends, all armed with video cameras.
After the collusion between the police, courts and council had resulted in Prajna being removed from the camp myself and Angus set to work calling friends to alert them to the mornings events and removing anything from the camp that might be construed by ‘them’ as unlawful or illegal.
I was, naturally, shaken-up and upset following Prajna’s arrest, but also prepared to deal with the bailiffs in a fitting manner.
By the time the bailiffs arrived (at approximately 12.40) I was sitting as calmly as possible next to the Dhuni fire, whilst most of our friends filmed events from the pavement next to the camp and across the road.
One friend, Andy, stayed in the camp and opened the doors to the bailiffs when they called. I have to say that the court bailiff who spoke to me was as sympathetic and understanding as he could have been. He introduced himself and explained why he was there and then asked if I was ‘Kazz’. I explained, and he listened, that I am the living woman commonly called by the utterance ‘Kazz’, that I did not recognise him, that I did not recognise or accept his jurisdiction and that I granted him no authority over me. I also explained, for the benefit of all the dozen or so ‘officials’ there at the time, that anything they did with regard to the eviction was on their full, personal, liability.
The bailiff then asked if I would leave of my own accord and, upon questioning from me, explained that he would ‘enforce’ the warrant of eviction no matter what. I told him that I would not leave of my own volition but that I would not resist any force he offered.
He then went and spoke with a female colleague and the two of them returned and led me, gently, from the camp onto the pavement.
My assembled friends and I then watched as bailiffs and council staff (including the so called ‘gypsy traveller liaison officer’ who claimed to work for the council, but who we’ve since discovered may well be misrepresenting herself, in breach of the Fraud Act 2006) began packing up our belongings and dismantling the camp.
Satisfied that they were not going in with bulldozers and were going about the operation in a reasonable manner, and keen to discover what had happened to Prajna, I then set off for the magistrates court. There I discovered that Prajna had been sent down for 7 days and that, though he was still in the cells in the basement, I could not see him.
I did manage to get a message to him, thanks to the lady security guard whom I’d sympathised with on the way in (she looked as if she was having as bad a day as I was at the time). Relieved that Prajna knew I was OK and he didn’t have to worry about me, but upset that he’d been given 7 days and generally exhausted and distressed, I went off to spend the night with friends Adam and Jen.
Once again, the support and love of friends flowed. Adam, Jen, mike, Danny, Niall and so many others, thank you!!
Our friend Niall phoned the prison while we were at Jen and Adams, and could hear Prajna’s voice in the background giving the prison staff a taste of what it is to live in truth. 😉
Currently Prajna and I are in Liverpool and are making plans to return to Cheshire, probably next week, where, at least in the short to medium term, we will set-up camp on a friends land. And from there we will begin the process of bring those agents responsible for the…
Seizure of our mobile home;
Destruction of our mobile home;
Destruction of our personal belongings;
Detention of Prajna following the seizure of our home;
Failure to comply with the PACE Codes of Practice;
Fraudulent actions of the council and other operatives (i.e. Misrepresentation)
Arrest of Prajna on the morning of eviction
Torture/inhuman treatment of Prajna
Imprisonment of Prajna
and very possibly, collusion between agencies in breach of the Data Protection Act and acts ultra vires (beyond their authority).
… to book for their actions.
Our research is going very well atm, and we’ll very soon be taking action on all of these counts and any others which are revealed as our research continues. This blog will continue for as long as it takes to do that.
Taking a look around at the state of the world, at the extent of corruption within the system and at the massive abuses being perpetrated on ordinary people from so many agencies of The State, and the extent to which anyone who challenges their authority is ignored and rail-roaded, we have come to the conclusion that we, and others from within this ‘freedom/truth movement’, need to go on the offensive. And that we will certainly do!
We have been peaceful in all that we have done; we have been insistent and consistent in claiming our rights and despite all of that we have been made to suffer many torts and injuries. But remedy comes after the fact and remedy we shall now seek.
Finally, we’d both like to say a massive thank you to all of those who visited and supported us at Camp Autolift and to all of those friends whose friendship, love and support continues to flow. We really have made some remarkable friends over the last three months or so, to add to those magnificent souls we already counted as friends.
Your support, intelligence and kindness has been a tower of strength to us (especially me! – Not sure I could have taken another week at the camp to be honest, but it was your help and kindness that got me through three months there). Thank you!
In peace and with much love,
Kazz and Prajna. xxxx
Namaste dear friends and family, I’m out! (this is Prajna posting on Kazz’s login).
A bit tired, as you can imagine but I left prison unscathed except for abuses against my health curtesy of the prison diet, which is certainly not satvic, and disrespect for my spiritual position. I still have wealts, grazing and bruising as a result of the torture that was inflicted on me during my arrest and during my detention by the magistrates court staff but am otherwise ok.
I will write up the full story of my experiences once I have had a little R&R and meanwhile I only have time and energy to send out the most heartfelt thanks to all those who took care of my darling Kazz while the heartless and corrupt bastards destroyed our home for the second time in three months.
Love, peace, happiness and grace,
Prajna & Kazz