Well hello Friends!
It’s been a few days since our last update so apologies to those of you waiting to hear the latest. Once again we have lots to tell you about, from meeting with barristers to meetings with autolift directors.
Before we get on to that though I want to say hello to Samantha and Dan. I forgot to mention you in my last blog so this time you get a paragraph all to yourselves. 😉 – Much love to you both from both of us. You’re in our thoughts and we’re hoping all is well with you.
And now onto our news:
Our new friend Jack, who happens to be a barrister, has visited a couple of times now and is giving us his professional assistance free of charge – which is kinda lucky as there’s no way we’d be able to afford him otherwise!
The information he’s given us so far has already proved invaluable. It turns out that when autolift erected a fence around our camp what they were in fact doing, albeit inadvertently, was gifting us the land inside the boundary. Prajna and I knew that the fence was good for us but we had no idea it made us land-owners!
Jack has also taken a look at Prajna’s custody record (always, always, always ask for your custody record if ever you’re in the unfortunate position of being held in custody) and chatted with him about what did and did not happen whist in Blacon Detention Centre. Already the IPCC has been informed of several breaches of PACE (Police And Criminal Evidence Act) including failure to inform Prajna of his rights under PACE, and falsifying the custody record; when the police fail to follow PACE the custody becomes wrongful imprisonment regardless of the lawfulness or otherwise of the arrest!
Investigations by the IPCC for breaches of PACE, according to Jack, are heavy going for the constabulary concerned who will be investigated by a neighbouring force, all their records gone through with a fine tooth comb, subjected to unannounced inspections by lay visitors and all manner of inquiry into their practices there.
It also means quite a hefty sum in compensation for Prajna for wrongful imprisonment. And that’s before we even mention the wrongful use of handcuffs on us both and the breach of EVERY rule in the book when our motor-home was seized.
Jack also has a friend, a court bailiff, who he’s chatted to about us and who will be coming along to see us to offer what ever advice and assistance she can. Just on Jack’s description of her alone and how she goes about her job, we already recognise her as a fellow traveller… a kindred spirit. Jack says she ‘is not very good at her job’, i.e that she gives too much good advice to those she is sent to ‘bailiff’ (if that can be used as a verb!)
I do keep saying that this place is magic. Well the magic continues and intensifies! This whole situation is nothing short of amazing. Time and time again I’m bowled over by acts of generosity and kindness and by the most stunning revelations regarding our position here. The universe truly is supporting us in this stand for humanity, for freedom from tyranny and legal fiction and for the right to choose our own path through life rather than be dictated to by a system which seeks to control the whole of everyone’s life from cradle to grave.
But I digress. Time to tell you about our meetings with one of the autolift directors, Daryl.
Daryl first came to see us on Friday and then again yesterday (Sunday). Hmmm… how to describe Daryl? He’s a nice enough guy on the surface… personable, working class roots, family man, etc. Yet the whole of our conversation yesterday was littered with thinly veiled threats and disingenuity.
Daryl tells us that for some years now he and his fellow directors (his sister and brother-in-law) have been struggling to keep the business afloat amid all the regulations and restrictions imposed by the DVLA, all of which has resulted in zero profit for last year; that his fellow directors, who are not as young as they used to be, really just wish to retire; that they tried selling the business last year but to no avail; that they have been considering simply shutting up shop and having done with the whole thing, as keeping going is a hassle for them which they’d rather live without. He told us that autolift employs fifteen staff and for their sake he’d been trying to figure out ways of keeping the business going; that he was about to make three members of staff redundant to facilitate that but that, given our presence here (even an autolift ‘spokesperson’ reported to the papers that we are having no impact on the business what-so-ever) he’d rather just close up and put any blame for that on us; this despite claiming to be an honest man who prides himself on always dealing with others honestly. He also wondered aloud how we might react to thugs coming along during the night to wreck our camp and possibly inflict injury on us, because they might feel that since they ‘have to pay tax’ we have to as well. We think it is ridiculous that anyone might take such unlawful action over someone not paying tax, but then the police/DVLA/autolift have destroyed our home over tax.
And littered throughout the conversation were tales of ill-health, deaths of friends and acquaintances, alcoholism, depression, single parents and so on, all designed to tug at the heart-strings. Anyone who knows me will realise the impact of these tales of woe was quite palpable. Seriously, I would hate to be in a position to cause harm to anyone or to add to the troubles already existent in peoples lives. However, as Daryl himself pointed out, and as has been stated in the local press several times (see previous blog entries) we are having “no impact on business” at all. None.
If Daryl and his family choose to close autolift that choice is due to the pressures of meeting with increased restriction and regulation imposed by that same body which saw to it that our home was destroyed. He should point the finger of blame squarely where it belongs, at the DVLA.
Making scapegoats of a couple of peaceful hippies simply refusing to accept the impositions of a thoroughly lawless and corrupt state would be dishonest. As we explained to him, he should see us as allies rather than enemies. We seem to be the littlest piglet. Perhaps you have seen what happens when a piglet bites another: the victim, rather than retaliate against the aggressor, finds a smaller piglet to vent his anger on.
We did briefly consider taking our camp down to the DVLA headquarters in Swansea but we are in such a good position here – rock-solid in fact – that it would be foolish to move.
I should add that Daryl did hint he could replace our home himself, out of his own pocket. Unfortunately for us to accept such an offer would be wrong. What Prajna and I want is the freedom to travel unhindered and untaxed by the State. We’re not after freebee’s or financial reward, we after freedom. Nothing less will do.
Peace, love and joy to you all!
Kazz and Prajna. Xxxx
P.S. Just to send a great big heartful of love to my beautiful niece Alisha who I hope will be here very soon! I love you so much baby. Thinking of you and keeping you in my heart. xxxxx