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Namaste, dear friends,
This is a shout for anyone who will be free tomorrow (Wednesday) to attend the recovery of our motorhome from Autolift Recovery, Cheshire. You’ll find the place by entering 53.234721,-2.902731 into the search box on google maps and we intend to be there at 1pm. You’ll need to be there promptly because it is likely that Chesire police will attend promptly and I would be sad if all the fun is over before you get there.
For the back-story please read the following thread: http://fmotl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=30&t=9171
We intend to head over there tomorrow at 1pm and to put to them the human rights case that they are interfering with our right to home and privacy etc under Articles 1 and 8. If they fail to see reason then we intend to simply stay there on their forecort. We have a tent in the van and there is no lawful way they can prevent us from access to our home and possessions.
Whether you come just for the kick-off or you are free to join our settlement of autolift we would most welcome your company.
We are hoping to have support from some of the heros of the movement: Rusty, Dubbs, Sem, Marty, Holy Vehm, and co, so it should become a great freeman festival too.
Namaste, up the rebellion 😀
Here are the previous posts:
What ho, fellow rebels, here is what Kazz and I have been up to recently; the story continues over the next few days but here is the beginning…
Kazz and I set off round a few festivals, first Pendle Witch Camp and then we received a call to crew with Avalon Rising at Sunrise. The trip down to sunrise was rather eventful: we had a blowout on the motorway in my extremely overloaded motorhome; there was me and Kazz and Waterboost along with his complete coffee stall. A couple og black rats turned up while we were contemplating how we were going to get off the motorway and, having advised us that life expectancy on the motorway hard shoulder at night is about 11 minutes and none of my creative solutions would be acceptable to them, they inspected the tire and suggested that if I drove slowly enough, with them following, I could limp off at the next exit (about a mile ahead). So off we convoyed, off at the exit and then into a Mikey D’s carpark. Once I had parked I went over to the rats, thanked them profusely for their help and concern and bid them farewell. They couldn’t have been nicer and didn’t bother to do a vehicle check, look at my 2 year out-of-date tax disc, express horror at the overloaded state of the van or anything. Maybe they were near the end of their shift.
Then we had a most excellent festival, that couldn’t be beat (to paraphrase Arlo Guthrie), we got to meet Michael of Bernicea, Michael of Elmet, Litmus and a heap of other freeman heroes and all-round wonderful people. At the end of the festival we re-overloaded the van with an additional two people along with their fly-pitch shop and set off for the Wirral. We dropped Nevil and Jan in Wirral and headed off for Accrington to drop off Oliver and his stuff.
We had gone about 5 miles before suffering yet another blowout. Angus lept to our rescue (a problem on both occasions was that we didn’t have a 22mm wheel brace) and got us moving again. We had just got back on the motorway when a copper swung onto our tail, eventually overtook and tried to flash us off at the next exit. Fortunately there was a vehicle in front of him and that made it just ambiguous enough for us to assume he was flashing that guy, so we left him to drive helplessly off at the exit while we continued along the motorway.
A few exits later another cop car gets in behind us and flags us to give up the chase and sidle off at the next exit. Then the fun began. 😀
The original guy who stopped us was from Merseyside but by this point we had crossed the border into Cheshire so this guy called Cheshire cops and slid off (we need to check into this, since I understand if a cop flags you down then he has to do all the business). Eventually we had 4 or 5 cop cars, PCs, inspectors, VOSA inspectors, recovery trucks, etc. and Prajna was arrested. I was charged with driving with no MOT and only arrested because I have no fixed address, so they had no address for service for the summons; besides which, I assured them that I would ignore their summons in any case so they ‘had no choice’ but to arrest me. Kazz, meanwhile, was digging her heels in, in the van and they resorted to trying to drag her out of the van, head first into a pile of Oliver’s catering equipment, handcuffed her and arrested her (for assulting a police officer?). They took her to Blacon nick in Chester and then de-arrested her and let her go. I was kept overnight and faced magistrates via video link the following afternoon.
There is a heap more to say even about all that part of the adventure but suffice to say I was treated wonderfully well and with a great deal of respect by the busies in Blacon detention center, had a ball during the video session and Kazz n me retired back to Liverpool for the night.
Today we continued the movement, but that is for the next message…
and here’s that message:
So today Kazz n me set off to rescue some of our worldly goods from the van. We had listened, last night, to the following link:
[This You Tube clip is now listed as ‘Private’ and cannot be viewed. Heres a link to another source: http://www.disclose.tv/action/viewvideo/107278/Undercover_Reporter_Exposes_London_Olympics_Security/ – Mike: Thomas]
Highlights: Foreign troops drafted in; drug deals in training classroom; ineffective screening processes and detection technology; photographs of sensitive mock-up screening areas taken by un-screened trainees; 200k ‘casket linings’ delivered; uniforms being stolen; plan for an evacuation of London; drones on-line (incl. armed).
I suggest you do the same. After I recovered my dropped jaw at the end of that radio interview, I decided that really someone should report this terrorist plot to the police and, not always being one to delegate, determined that I would combine it with my visit to Chester today; so off we went.
We stopped in at Blacon nick first of all and I explained to the desk officer that I had come across information regarding a plot to carry out a major terrorist incident at the London Olympics and informed him that I had a recording on a USB key. He suggested that we “Sit over there and someone will come and talk to you.” So we did. And they didn’t. Eventually I decided we were going to miss getting into the van for our stuff because Autolift Recovery would close at 5pm. I went over to the desk dude and explained the situation. He said someone would call and off we went.
I got a call as we were walking the several miles to Autolift and the WPC suggested she dispatch someone to meet me at Autolift in order to ask me some questions about the terrorist stuff. We turn up at Autolift and hassle the woman there to let us into the van. While that is happening the busies from Blacon turn up, so we wander over and begin educating them about the NWO plot to destroy the entire british army, 100,000 foreign troops and another 100k G4S security wannabes at the London Olympics.
While we are doing that we receive the nod that we can get our stuff out of the van and the woman insists the cops accompany us. They were hesitant, since they didn’t really think it necessary. I suggest that, having a laptop in the van, they should come anyway and we can have a listen to the radio interview. So we all trapse off to the van. Once we are in I offer the busies a cup of tea and inform them that we intend to stay in the van; to live there in the pound (because the fuckers had stolen our home and we need it to live in.
That kinda put the cat in with the pidgeons, as it were, and they were a little stuck for what to do. They assumed that our terrorist report was just a hoax and were considering charging us with wasting police time but then decided it best to charge us with theft (of our own stuff from our own home!), arrested us, helped us retrieve all we needed immediately from the van (assisting the theft we were being charged with?) and then drove us back to Blacon DC.
This may all sound like we suffered some hassle in all this but the truth is that we had a ball and the cops loved us, especially the arresting officer, Ian, who confessed to having been watching David Icke videos, loved my anti-war poem, was interested in my website and will be sure to listen to the radio clip I copied for him. So having been arrested for theft, de-arrested, re-arrested for wasting police time (reporting a terrorist plot!) we were finally de-arrested again. My babe Kazz has the acheivement of being arrested and de-arrested 3 times in 2 days 😀
At last Ian and his mate packed all our stuff in their car and dropped us off at the railway station. Oh, and I received a smile and wave from one of the custody staff who had cleared out my cell the day before.
Back again tomorrow and the adventures continue. Anyone in the Chester area would like to join a peace-camp on the forecourt of Autolift Recovery on Liverpool road, Chester?
Prajna n Kazz