A Doe, A Rabbit - Thursday 18/08/11

Spent this morning aiding Kit in doing some site work laying drainage pipes for the Hub. Good experience too as I believe that will be our next task and step in Kits build.

After lunch, I took to meandering about and delivered some letters that I found in pigeon holes that looked important.
I cooked a pasta,pesto and fried seeds and vegetables dish for dinner and at 21:00 set off for a late hunt with the Webley. The light had already faded, but in what little remained I spotted the flash of a rabbits white tail. The first shot went over the top, the second fell short as I over compensated.
The webley's .22 caliber is proving to be factor in my marksmanship plus I can't be sure that it is zeroed to the optimum distance.
Upon my return, I swapped guns and fitted TX200 .177 with my new hunting lamp kit. My experiment with the red filter proved successful. The eyes of horses and rabbits shine back in its light. A shetland pony wasn't happy at my presence and attempted to charge me. I stopped him in his tracks with a low growl and a hiss. He promptly about turned.
Over in the next field, I scanned the beam along the hedgerows. In the corner of my eye, I saw a flash way out towards the middle. A rabbit. With the light off I crept as close as I dared and took a shot. Miss. Another slow creep forward in darkness. I took my time, even adjusting the magnification of the scope a few times, the rabbit was seemingly unperturbed by my presence. The next shot felled it. No kicks, no running, the rabbit just collapsed on its side. I paused with the light still on, peering through the lens to be sure that if I had only wounded my quarry and it ran, I could track it and quickly finish the job. There was no need. As I approached, the last nervous twitches were subsiding. The pellet had struck between the eye and ear, a bit higher than I would've liked, but evidently the outcome was still an instant death.
As I massaged the urine from the bladder, I felt a row of nipples on the underside. A large and healthy doe.
Upon my return I gutted my prize and hung it under the gazebo by the light of a hurricane lamp. I wish I knew where my head torch has disappeared to.
It's 00:32. Good night/morning.

Kits new toy.

M Jones

Croutons! - Wednesday 17/08/11

Frances nearly missed her horse riding engagement this morning. A consequence of living a life absent of alarm clocks and calendars. Late morning Nick and I set about processing firewood. Nick chainsawing, I loading the saw horse. This was brought to a halt after the neighbours complained of the interference they felt the noise visited upon them. The work was rescheduled and Kit and I took the dumper truck and a trailer down to the quarry to collect the recently milled timber.
Task completed, Nick and I returned to our mornings work during an allotted window dictated by time the neighbours took their lunch and would therefore be indoors. Erin slept through the chainsawing despite being only meters away behind caravan walls.

A life 'first' occurred for me at lunch when Emma warned me the bread I wished to eat with my soup had been found to be stale. So I diced a slice and chucked it in the frying pan. Croutons!

When Kit had finished doing paid site work, we unloaded the timber from the trailer. Wishing to lower the physical demands of our tasks we stuck a brand new battery in Kit's mothballed Volvo and took it for a spin around the site. Our last stop was to deliver some doors to Simon and Jasmine.
Whilst there I learnt that agents of the council had taken photographs of their house, inside and out, seemingly without their consent and were presenting them as 'evidence' against the owners. Of course even if consent had been given, tacit or otherwise, it can always be withdrawn.

Darren from peoplespublictrust.com kindly transferred some very useful information to my hard drive before he and his family departed Tir-Y-Gafel.

Sleep came swiftly...


M Jones

Servus - Sunday 14/08/11

Another day of talks. I sat in on another given by the two Michaels of thinkfree.org.uk and freetheplanet.net and a talk by Darren of the peoplespublictrust.com.
Darren, like me, is interested in the words we use, not only in law but everyday life. Importantly, the two often cross with interesting consequences. Darren used the example of the city worker.
He dresses in a fashion that has him donning cuffs, a collar and a tie. All words associated with individuals who are enslaved or in bondage. Servants.

The common consensus seems to be that, along with the other lectures and workshops that were put on, the weekend has been a very positive and well executed event. I wholeheartedly agree.

M Jones

Plan B - Saturday 13/08/11

In accordance with the observed pattern, the weather greets visitors with warmth, then showers them with rain. The changeability requires frequent dressing and undressing between anorak and t-shirt. Despite this, I have taken many walks which I believe have aided my re-adjustment.
As I write, there is a fair sized group of people outside our home. They are on a tour which is a part of a 'Plan B' weekend. The idea behind the event is to gather those and educate them who would create a money and planning permission less settlement. For me it is to spread the message that the Lammas model is not the only way to go about such an undertaking.

I sat in on a fantastic talk conducted by the 'Michaels' behind "The Mortgage Chronicles" on youtube and freetheplanet.net. Boy I do not envy them. Attempting to explain the truthes hidden behind the veil of society is quite possibly the sort of challenge faced by the early christian missionaries who visited the cannibalistic tribes of the Congo. Go too far at your peril.
I needn't have been concerned. These guys know their stuff, and their pure hearts were plain for all to see.
They intend to embark on a journey creating a network of communities under a society whose constitution is "My rights end where yours begin. Do as your say you will in your contracts".
Essentially the society that was prevalent some 500 years ago. I say prevalent and not 'existed' as it never ceased to exist to my mind. It is simply hidden and not recognised.

I couldn't hang around as long as I would have liked as Emma has been most unwell.
Frances, however, spent until 20:00 playing and engaging in some rather artistic woodwork.

M Jones

Clock Time - Thursday 11/08/11

We arrived back at Lammas as London rioted. Even as other major cities followed suit, I couldn't have cared less.
We are re-adjusting at our own leisurely pace. Mother and baby appear to have taken the transition in their stride.
The land here is bursting with natural abundance. The hedgerows are voluminous and already harbour young fruits. The fields are shorn of their latest fleece of grasses.
I watched two tractors cut and gather grass on a section of field I scythed earlier this year. I took a relaxed week. They, barely ten effortless minutes.

Once again, I find myself milling timber and helping Ayres on a build I dug the foundations for one year ago. The two I tamped in the process, shed its bruised nail only a week or two ago. The anniversaries seem everywhere yet serve little purpose.
Psychological clock time. It is redundant and meaningless here.

Ayres' Build

M Jones

My Ambitious Baby - Sunday 07/08/11

Tomorrow, we return to to Lammas. Today, some packing was required. It is always an eye opener to how much you possess and acquire. Our baby is the length of my shin and the width of two. Small clothes=small bag? It would appear that women of our culture believe babies, the smallest incarnation of human beings, require more clothes than two and a half adults. Pack/travel light seems not to compute. Perhaps this would change if they were tasked with carrying it...
I've come across garments that suggest this being, after only one month of existence intends to journey to the far north. She can't raise her head off a pillow, yet appears confident of pounding polar bears into submission. If it is about 'being prepared' I simply cannot fathom how this is truly accomplished by stockpiling a small towns supply of wool and cotton in the part of the wardrobe not bulging with now obsolete maternity/clown costumes. I wonder how much money is saved, if indeed any, by those living in warmer climes. I dread to think of the expense, following western women's logic, of raising a child in Siberia or Alaska.
I must need educating.

Scott The Explorer Ready To Go

M Jones

Smallpox Small Point - Monday 01/08/11

Emma has been reading various portions of a book entitled "The Sanctity of Human Blood: Vaccination i$ not Immunization". With the sort of information I have been learning, the evidence in the book of the inconvenient truthes is not surprising. Reports that most of the common diseases that people receive vaccines for are virtually already eradicated. In cases such as smallpox, the disease exists now only because laboratories cultivate it.
The most disconcerting side of this topic, as with many others, is what goes into these products that are then pumped directly into the bloodstream. Many are already aware of what is added to food. Would you accept aborted human fetus tissue or monkeys kidney cells in your food despite known, often fatal, side effects? No? Because many consent, even encourage, those and chemicals such as mercury, aluminium and sulphates to be injected into 8 week old babies.

On a brighter note, one week from today we shall be journeying back to a field where no one is pushing poisonous injections.
A different world. My world.



M Jones

Really 'Living The Dream' - Thursday 28/07/11

The marriage between myself and my newly acquired TX200 has bourne fruit. Levi and I decided to forego sleep so that we could go a-hunting at sunrise 05:25. About half to three quarters of an hour in,  I shot a young rabbit. We had opportunities at squirrels and another rabbit but for me the purpose of our outing had already been fulfilled. One rabbit was all we needed.
I find it ironic that to date my hunting experience has bucked the ".177 for feather, .22 for fur" adage.
Despite the fatigue, this morning was a welcome return to the life and activities that make me feel alive. Regardless of 'trophies' the experience of acute awareness and presence makes the whole venture extremely pleasant and satisfying for me.

That one small rabbit put meat on the plates of my family (solid food eating members).

The salted hide.

The head and paws went to the Badgers and Cats. I regret giving away the head away as the brain is a natural tanning agent.

Meat left to soak overnight in fresh water. Not sure it was necessary as the rabbit was under a year old.

On the subject of returning, it was Emma that brought my attention to the fact that yesterday marked 365 days since our arrival at Lammas. What we call a year. Very convenient considering that I am nearing the end of this, my third, notebook.
This is also a good point, in light of the above, to pause and reflect upon the journey.
My recent activities are a dream manifested. Providing food for my family. A role many like me wish to fulfill physically. A fulfillment that just doesn't seem to come from turning labour into debt, debt into food. Therefore, I can truly say with conviction and feeling, that I am 'living the dream'. In absolute contrast to the time I wrote those words 365 days ago. I have learned that a dream is realised now, and can only be done so in the moment called now. Dreams are never realised in the future regardless of what self imposed conditions are satisfied. What other moment is there but now?
That is not to advise haste, it is but truth. How you translate that into meaning is for you to decide.

What would you be doing/Where would you be if you fulfilled your 'dream'?
I believe a 'dream' is better described as a persons preferred reality. The word 'dream' commonly denotes something elusive, intangible, even 'unrealistic'. There is also a warning, or rather a consideration. That is cost.
If you are thorough, your payment will be all that you do not need,use or care for. If you do not approach the attainment and creation of your preferred reality in any way but a holistic one, you risk losing something of great value (I don't mean just monetary) and importance.
Listen to your heart and intuition that,for me, has been a practice that has guided and I believe, ensured that I have gained things of immense and immeasurable value.
I was prepared to make large sacrifices. At the earliest stage the largest potential one was my partner and family. Luckily, through open communication with my daughter and her mother, it was not a sacrifice I was called upon to make. By keeping that communication open, we moulded and adapted the shared vision to encompass the needs of us all. I believe I am at the point where I am not chasing the desire/dream, but it is evolving around and with me.
I am still susceptible to all the same emotions as I was before, the difference certainly with the negative ones, is that if they do occur they are not as severe and are very short lived. If emotions are the body's reflection of the mind, then it must be that what thoughts I have, are more positive. By not painting over the cracks with drugs , by addressing the root of what ailed me, the condition known as depression is no longer a part of my world.
More requests for my books are materialising. This brings me happiness and great honour. I thank all those who afford me the pleasure and opportunity to give. I hope by gifting my books to all those who ask, requesting they pass it on, I am paying it forward and perpetuating that positiveness and feeling.
To all those who have cared to read my work, you have my sincere gratitude.
Much love, to you, those who have yet to, and those who may never read this. We are as one.

Namaste.

M Jones.

My Mistresses - Tuesday 26/07/11

Today, an Air Arms TX200 .177 air rifle I bought through www.guntrader.co.uk for £150, arrived. Complete with 3-9x50 AGS scope, gun slip, a tin of Crossman Powapells and a tin of Air Arms Field Diablo pellets.
A 5 year old weapon, serviced two years ago, it looks like an 'old faithful'. Cited as one of the best rifles of its kind in existence it definitely displays all the hallmarks. Yes, it has expected signs of wear and tear, but it also appears solid, well built and well looked after.
A review I posted online a couple of days later;

"'Old Faithful'"

For what felt like forever, I ached, yearned, sighed for a decent air rifle. I'd done the cheapo spring circuit ending on a Hatsan mod55s .177. It was too loud, too cumbersome and too....cheap.

After many late nights reading forums and reviews and re-checking my bank balance I could've cried myself to sleep. Not enough money, too much choice.
Then I found an advert on GunTrader.co.uk for this Air Arms Tx200 .177 inc Scope and Gun slip and two tins of air arms field pellets for £150. I was ecstatic. I arranged for a courier to collect and paced until it came.
Soon the wait was over.
We were united.
My mistress and I have had wild romps in the countryside ever since. She truly is my 'old faithful'. Granted, she's a bigger girl than I'm used to, there is a good amount of weight up front, but thats fixed with an £8.99 mount less shotgun sling and nevertheless, as I learn her ways, we've stilled hearts and banged heads. She's straight forward to operate and in that simplicity lies her beauty. She's of the perfect weight for me, not unbearably heavy, but solid and accurate. I find myself buying her all sorts of presents and trinkets, always looking for a better this, a more expensive that. A lamp, a sling, a chronograph, an EXTRA padded gun slip, the best pellets... She'll bankrupt me I'm sure, but I'll only love her more.
After each hunting session, I lay her down and caress her with gun oil and tuck her away assured, that when she resurfaces she'll remain in her prime condition. I find myself thinking of her when we're apart and can't wait to hurry home and have my way with her.
If my wife knew of my feelings for her, I'm sure I'd feel what it is like to be on the business end. Is it wrong that that also excites me?!

Be warned!

Buy one at the risk of being besotted. After checking with Air Arms and being told the serial number showed she was born Jan 1995, that meant she is 16 years old!
These girls may be getting on a bit, but she's just how I like em and outperforms all others I've experienced. (I'll whisper that they do have younger models, the mkIII).
Overall the British heritage, breeding and workmanship shines through. If God graces you with one be prepared to part with more than just the asking price!

A legendary rifle."

Why, when I only recently purchased a Webley Raider 10 XS, would I buy this?
Firstly, calibre, I recognise the benefits of the flatter trajectory of .177 over .22, secondly, power plant. The Webley is a Pre Charged Pneumatic (PCP) requiring either a pump or scuba tank. Not an issue for shot count, but as with anything complex, it could be viewed as more likely to fail compared to the spring powered TX200.
Thirdly, prey. ".177 for feather, .22 for fur". I have first hand evidence and experience to support this saying. The pigeon that fell to the Webley was dispatched with a heart and lung shot, the larger pellet causing significant trauma to the delicate tissue. One answer is only to aim for head shots, but that is not always possible.
A rabbits head however, presents a larger target. The trade off being the bone density. Whilst .177 can also dispatch mammals humanely, it makes sense to choose the harder hitting .22 pellet to ensure a swift and clean kill. Part of me considered getting the TX200 serviced whilst I'm near a gunsmith who quoted £60. I may still do so. But to identify if there is a need, I have opted to also purchase a Combro MK4 chronograph. A wise choice anyway and a must for any serious airgun owner. Keeping tabs on the power output will help keep you out of trouble with the Policy Enforcement Officers. You would of course have to consent to release your rifle for testing...
I'm pretty certain as I am aware of how the mind/ego can construct necessary justification for the gratification of a particular urge.
The mind is another complicated mistress.

M Jones

Lawyers and Blackberries - Monday 25/07/11

Two observations today. Blackberries and the administration of justice.
Saw, or rather more accurately, noticed, my first ripe blackberry of this year. Why haven't I noticed them sooner? Because I haven't left the house in quite a number of days.

My second observation was this. Courts, to my thinking, closely resemble churches. And I do not feel through accident. The courts I have entered or seen have seating for the 'congregation' (plaintiff and defendant plus company). A Pulpit (Stand) Altar (Bench) and Icon (Crest of HM Government). This is no surprise at all. The Queen is sworn to uphold the laws of God.
Here is my conclusion. What alternative is there to a 'judge'? My answer is your spiritual leader. Who else better to administer the laws of God after the Queen herself than he whose life is dedicated to their study.
I for one would feel far more comfortable with a priest presiding than a burnt out jaded lawyer, whose kind are reported in the papers to have ruled that the courts should be secular and there is no room for religion in law. A funny belief if the laws of the land are founded upon the laws of God!
My question is this. Let us suppose I cause harm/injury/loss and /or break one of the 10 commandments (laws of God). The injured party swears an affidavit of truth and I am arrested. Now, instead of choosing to be tried in the de facto government courts where a fair trial is impossible due to a blatant conflict of interest (the prosecutor is generally employed by the government, as is the judge!), I choose instead to be tried in a church... Without the governments corrupt touch, I would stand a greater chance of the impartiality of those presiding and the involvement of the community among whom I reside.
This, as I understand it, is how 'justice' was served for thousands of years.
In truth, I could demand the Queen herself pass judgment in much the same way King Solomon in the Bible did.
I never intend to test this theory... but would be happy to should the occasion present itself...

M Jones

The Fickle Mob - Saturday 23/07/11

"If you want to make someone angry, tell him a lie; if you want to make him furious, tell him the truth.
All truth passes through three stages. First, it is ridiculed, second, it is violently opposed, and third, it is accepted as self evident." Arthur Schonpenhauer. Philosopher 1788-1860

"In a time of Universal deceit, telling the truth is a revolutionary act" - George Orwell.

The above quotes appear to be rooted in the truth they describe. Following a post on my blog entitled "Blood Before Breakfast - Friday 15/07/11" I witnessed an interesting reaction. The responses have been made by people who appear fearful and condemning through ignorance. Unfortunately due to just how foreign and alien the concept, they appear not to wish to research the theory thereby dispelling the doubt and fear they are gripped by. I could get upset by this, but through seeing the above I have to leave them to their choices. I don't seek nor desire approval. The truth does not require the same demands as the ego.

News of the Norwegian False Flag attack today. Mossad, Freemasons, Government, Royal Family... The usual suspects.
Europe on the brink of orchestrated financial implosion.
Why Norway? Why 'Right Wing'?
Because both oppose the agenda of the puppetmaster.

In a world where intelligence networks and secret police budgets command billions of pounds, I find it easier to believe acts of terrorism are permitted, even perpetrated by, governments in order to perpetuate fear and maintain control. So called 'terrorists' are created and credited. Different Mask, same face.

"I want everybody, to remember, why they need us! - Chancellor Adam Suttler, V For Vendetta.

Amazingly this was all forgotten as news of the death of a Ms Winehouse surfaced. Norwegians forgotten. The 53 plus human lives ended in a bullet train crash caused by a lightning strike in China not even a blip on the news radar. Just "RIP Wino" etc etc and of course the many jokes...
Now I share the sorrow at the passing of a human being irrelevant of status. My sorrow, however, is more profound by virtue of scale, for the lives taken in Norway. We're told a bomb took many, a man dressed as a policeman took the others (I for one have never trusted armed individuals irrespective of authority). One being had the comfort of passing in her own home... A comfort not afforded the multitude of others. All the above a minuscule detail relative to the lives ended by bombs and poverty.

How fickle the mob can be.

M Jones

The Gladiatōrēs Of Today - Thursday 21/07/11

I lose count of the sleepless nights that have past. Night has merged into day whilst I distract my awareness and presence by watching a series called Spartacus: Blood and Sand, and Spartacus: Gods of the Arena. This excessively violent and sexually explicit story serves to remind me of some sad and regrettable truths. It appears to me, through this graphic representation, and others like it on the topic, that little today stands to differentiate our society and the lives of that of our Roman ancestors who existed over two millennia before us. Slavery in all its horrid forms. Violence, wanton and needless continues to be perpetuated in crime and entertainment. Sexual intercourse and the blessed union of love debased and lowered to depths of depravity in manners our empirical forefathers pioneered.

Many today, as then, exist as Gladiators. Enslaved by a master of their choosing, doing battle to a select crowd. Each combatant seeking favour from the mob. Encountering foe and ally, vanquishing or falling to each alike in the delusion that we have to in order to 'get ahead'. Little regard is paid to the sanctity of life. Human or otherwise. Instead it is measured, not in gold coin as then, but in debt and promissory notes. Society does this openly and without shame, publishing lists of beings and their 'worth'. I look upon the fiction, yet see the truth contained within it.
The remedy I perceive to that world, is the same as for this. Stop fighting. If all would cease and instead choose and worship life over death, that flawed and hellish 'civilisation' that was Rome and is ours today would fade forever.

I have refrained from saying 'all' lest I stand guilty of making sweeping and all encompassing statements that deceive. Not all are Gladiators. Not all are the mob. Not everyone is easily distracted by the games and spectacles laid on by those who would seek to tighten their grip and control over us.
There are humans alive today who cannot, will not be controlled. They are not beasts nor barbarian savages of Ceasar's day. But true gods. Beings of Light. Their love and kindness far more potent and affecting than any act of aggression  or violence. No agent of oppressive Government or senate can ever best them.
I worship such beings. They are my gods. I believe in them and shall forevermore.

M Jones

The Return Of The Old Man - Wednesday 20/07/11

Received an email from an old friend. Our paths separated after school. He matured much quicker than I and our peers. This, at the time, earned him the title of 'Old Man'. His failure later on to attend our numerous and repetitive rebellious drinking and mischief sessions was the grounds for this childish view.
With retrospect, I see now that he was above this behaviour. Not in an aloof way, rather, an enlightened one. I speculate that he did not have the same need to 'rebel' as I and my fellows.
I spent a brilliant afternoon with him realising we now appear to walk a remarkably similar path. I obviously needed to learn important personal life lessons before our paths rejoined. I believe this explains my lack of a sense of loss regarding his absence. This is important to me when I remember how close and good a friend he was.
Our common ground and bond has, I believe, been restored through this encounter. I count him now as I did then. As a brother. A true and dear friend.

Namaste Al.

M Jones

In Bed With The Banksters - Monday 18/07/11

Decided, after a three week wait, to visit my shy police receptionist friend and see what has happened to the letter I submitted.
Took a video of what happened. In conclusion, they appear to condone the harassment of debtors by the banks. Again, the Sergeant made assumptions and false judgments but I accepted them as opinions...
According to Sergeant Ben D'Arcy 535, I am not within my rights to demand the name of an employee of HM Police Force, nor can I expect a written acknowledgement/reply should I file a crime report not deemed worthy of attention. Without explanation nor justification...

M Jones

We, Say, NO! - Saturday 16/07/11

There is immense joy to be found in discovering theory works in practice.
A few weeks ago, I heard the foster boy staying with Emma's mum was due to go to court. I had a chat with him, and advised him to tell the judge he did not accept his sentence. I left it upto him, take it or leave it. I was going only on a story in Mary Croft's book where the tactic had apparently been successful.
When I heard later that Levi had been given 2 months of something or other as 'punishment' I assumed he'd not done as I'd suggested. Turns out, I was wrong.
Through causal talk I learned he had told the judge he did not accept the sentence. The judge reportedly looked at him "funny" and Levi's solicitor is said to have laughed. The judge had initially sentenced Levi to 4 months, but after Levi had said what I had told him to, the judge halved the sentence to 2! When I pressed Levi as to why he hadn't again refused to accept the decision, he told me he kept quiet as he didn't think it would work again. A wise move in many respects, but potentially he could've gotten off scot free from what I've been led to believe.
Very interesting...

Was chuffed to see a copy of my "Save Slad" letter in the Stroud News And Journal.

Dear Sir/Madam,

I am writing regarding the proposed development of Land At Wades Farm, Vatch View, by Barratt Homes Bristol.

It is quite clear to me that the people and residents of Stroud have spoken. To my knowledge over 200 objections have been received to date by Stroud District Council (SDC) in relation to planning application reference S.11/0812/FUL.

To a layman like myself, that number seems rather high relative to most applications. It is my belief that if I were a home owner whose application received the same volume of objections, my planning application would be refused rather swiftly.

It is therefore most disconcerting to read that SDC appears to be entertaining the idea still, with their proposed “Helium balloon” exercise. This does not surprise the cynic inside me when I take into account the application fee of £16080.00 charged to and I believe paid by, Barratt Homes Bristol thus far.

It is my belief and understanding that SDC is a body charged with acting in the interest of the people and residents of Stroud. It would therefore be understandable to assume that if the people object to a proposal such as this, the result is SDC refuses said proposal and application. To my knowledge this has not yet happened.

The Handling Officer is listed on the stroud.gov.uk website as being Laura Humphries.

Ms Humphries, I would like to take this opportunity to remind you of your duties as laid out in your councils constitution. Available to view here http://www.stroud.gov.uk/docs/democ/constitution.asp

“Article 3(1) THE GENERAL PRINCIPLES

Selflessness

1. Members should serve only the public interest and should never improperly confer an advantage or disadvantage on any person.....”

http://www.stroud.gov.uk/info/democ/Pt5_const.pdf – page 18

1. GENERAL ROLE AND CONDUCT OF COUNCILLORS AND OFFICERS
   1.3 “The overriding principle is that Councillors...should not favour any individuals or groups and must represent their constituents as a body and vote in the interests of the District as a whole...”

Ms Humphries. The people that the conditions of your employment require you to serve are trusting you. We have made our voices heard and have faith that you will act accordingly. I have every faith that each of your paying employers that inhabit Stroud will be most grateful when you act in accordance to their wishes. We could spend our time sifting through pdf's and documents building a 'case', but I will not engage in such activities. I realise the responsibility and power on your shoulders in this matter. I know you will not allow this development to happen. I trust your integrity and honour. You are a human being like us, you are not blind to the natural beauty amongst which we, and I assume you, reside. Corporations are blind to this, governments are blind to this, machines are blind to this. It is the human that controls them, that makes them who they are, that can see, hear and feel the damage they wreak upon this Earth. It is the human that either clicks the mouse, approves a bill, shys away from truth, or not, that decides. Listen to the people of your/our community. Your fellow human beings. They have decided, will you enact their will?

I believe yes.

People of Stroud. Do not stand idly by whilst corporations ravage and destroy your homeland and environment under the false pretences of providing a service. What they provide, they tell us, is “affordable housing”, but how many of you who need one, will be able to afford one?

We can often be misled into thinking just the animals and wildlife who inhabit a field such as the one in question suffer. The terrible truth is that we all do. We inhabit the fields we have already allowed to be destroyed. The environment that pays is yours. People talk of “saving the planet from destruction”. Let us start with a valley.

There was once a man like you who loved Stroud. He popularised it in his works and labours of love. It pains me greatly he is no longer with us, for when he was alive, I knew my valley was safe. He does, however, keep a watchful eye over the Slad Valley from his resting place at Slad Church. Before his death, he was often the torch bearer of opposition to such proposals and if needs be, I will hold that torch in his place and honour.

The spirit of Laurie Lee lives on in his valley, but with each field that is allowed to fall to the wanton destruction that is wreaked by such corporation and profit seeking machines such as Barrett Homes and their ilk, a piece of that spirit dies.

I, who grew up in Slad, next door to that fine gentleman we knew and loved, will not stand by. I call upon the businesses and individuals of Stroud and Slad to unite. To stand resolute and strong. Send them this message through our representative Laura Humphries;

WE, SAY, NO!

“Quod Bonum Est Tenate” - Hold Fast That Which Is Good.

M Jones

Blood Before Breakfast - Friday 15/07/11

"Eira's waters have broken!"
An hour later, 3 kittens had been born on the sofa. I tell you what, watching a cat eat three placentas first thing in the morning is enough to make you stick to coffee and not eat breakfast.

New Life Abounds.

 
Took a mosy into town around 13:00. Paid in a £1000 promissory note and a £1000 Bankers Draft into my bank account. I then called back a debt collection agency and paid £234.00 that is apparently a one off administration fee. That's my account set up for life and they take 15% of all funds reclaimed. We'll see if and how well spent that money was.

Many A Truth Is Uttered In Jest.

M Jones

Healthy Service - Wednesday 13/07/11

Around midnight last night I received a call from a very tearful and lonely Emma. She missed us and desperately wanted my company. My heart felt her pain. The times I have spent in hospital have shown me how cruel a lonely night can be when you are unable to sleep. What really got me was when Emm sobbed that she didn't want me to come down in case I wasn't allowed in.
Good God. What rubbish. It hurt not only to hear it, but to wonder at the number of people who suffer because of 'visiting hours'.
I assured Emma that my entry was not in question. The NHS is exactly that. A health service. I shall order, and they shall serve.
I explained the plan to Frances who happily curled up in bed with the netbook watching Bambi II. Then I marched down to Emma rehearsing responses to a myriad of possible scenarios and challenges.
I knew it would be best to go for the jugular. And I was right.
I buzzed the intercom, a surprised voice replied. I said my name and that I was there as I understood Emma was in a state of distress. There were no questions. The doors parted.
As I walked down the corridor a nurse was hot footing it to Emma's room and was mortified to see the truth of my words.
A very sad and weeping Emma was crumpled over the baby in the lamplight. The nurse apologised and blurted she had no idea. I told her not to worry, all would be well.
A good time later the nurse returned to a calmer room and tried to coax me home. I had no intention of staying through the night, but I firmly made it clear I would not be leaving until Emma was happy and my presence no longer required. She got the message and let us be.
When I left I took the time to thank the nurse and made it clear she was not at fault. A good deal later (she was rather chatty) I slowly walked home to bed and a solidly sleeping Frances...
Today, baby and mother have come home and we begin the rest of our lives.
No one, bar the gods themselves, will ever separate us.

M Jones

Industrial Bargains - Tuesday 12/07/11

Despite sleeping long and well I am beginning the day feeling tired. Yesterday was spent with Emma and Baby. I left Frances with them and went off into town to buy some items. Forgot to buy cream called Kamillosan that Emma had requested. It was supposed to be a good natural product that soothed and prevented sore nipples of breastfeeding mothers. The hospital had provided Vaseline! Petroleum Jelly in the mouth of my newborn! I wouldn't put that into my body! Kamillosan proved to be a con. Purporting to be fluffy and natural, the FOR EXTERNAL USE ONLY rang alarm bells. If it's not for adult internals, I'm not putting it in my fucking baby's!
Once I read a string of E numbers and paraffin wax, I would rather have destroyed it than put it back on the shelf. £5 for that poison. No wonder reviews I read said it put babies off feeding.
I was lucky to see the last of one product, HPA Lanolin, that was just the ticket. Made from Lanolin and 100% natural. Sure £10 for bugger all. But I'd rather buy £10 of a little goodness than £5 for industrial toxic waste.
Am i now one of those holier than thou 'alternatives'? May be. Do I care about that more than the wellbeing and health of my child? If the answer was any other than a resounding NO, I wouldn't be fit to call myself a father, nay, a man.

Two Of My Three Precious Ladies.

M Jones

Kiwi Suction - Sunday 10/07/11

At 04:02 this morning, after a long and painful labour, a little being was brought to this world through a Herculean effort on her mothers part (and probably hers too). This little life form weighed 7lbs and 8ozs and had to be literally dragged through the birth canal with the aid of a 'Kiwi suction cup'. She also managed to tie her umbilical chord around her neck, but she was fine.
I have sworn an oath of guardianship over this being though it may cost me my life. That same oath was sworn for her predecessor seven years ago. Through these two beings, I shall live on forever.
I wrote a card for Emma, it went like this -

"We love you Mummy,

We are all so very very proud of you. Everyone we know sends you endless blessings of love. You displayed incredible strength, bravery and trust. I feel that these stories are seemingly reserved for an illusory 'super breed' of elite human being, but you have proved the opposite to be true. The struggle you have triumphed over is an act worthy of the Gods themselves. Your trophy is a being. A being through whom you will be loved and live through forever. For the second time. Twice you have succeeded in nurturing and sustaining a being of beauty and love. If ever you doubt your true strength and power, remember this. I am eternally grateful that it is I you chose to honour and love you, our children, forever more.

We love you Mummy.

Daddy, Franny"

I also took the liberty of lifting some sensitive documents from the notes when they were given to us at Gloucester to take to Stroud. I hoped by lifting these documents that attested to the birth I could cut the Registry Office off at the source. I asked a midwife how it worked and she told me that Gloucester would have informed them. But I have the originals of the proof... This will enable us to obtain all the usual services gained through registration without registering. Doctors, Passport, Schooling (if needed) etc.

After leaving Emma at 19:00, Fran and I walked home. Fran, in her exhausted state quickly became very weepy and missed her mummy. Some snuggle with Nana and a Rupert Bear story, followed by a watch of Ice Age 3 and she was soon giggling her way to sleep.

What a day.

M Jones

Fearful Diameters - Friday 08/07/11

Things are progressing slowly. Emma has been feeling an array of emotions. Fear, depression, impatience, discomfort and confusion. I enjoyed a discussion with her about these last night. Many, if not all of these can be traced around her pregnancy and the inevitable birth. I think she's in competition with the cat who's due to give birth to her litter in two weeks. I don't think that really ha ha.
But I am fascinated in how a person arrives at this state. I don't profess to be above such a condition but I do believe I understand and recognise it. I reminded her of the facts as I perceive them.
Our baby will be born.
We are all here presently through our own choices and actions and therefore can leave at any time.
Due to other factors, predominantly transport, it is inconsequential when the baby is born. We are here until August at least. This can be changed, our time decreased or extended, but right now, it is what we have decided and arranged.
Her fear pertains to the baby's potential growth and size, size and I understand that completely. I often fear the diameter and weight of what exits my body. The largest I have experienced would be a pregnant woman's fantasy.
I hope our dialogue helped dispel the false 'problems' her mind constructed. I hope she feels better. Reassured.

M Jones