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MAYA , the Windsor Free Nation

Was an alternative newspaper that was circulated during and after the 1974 festival. This issue was created after the festival and is chock a block full of pictures covering the police action that evicted the remaining festival attendees .This issue was made available by the ubiquitous Roger Hutchinson , to whom -as usual- many thanks!.

THE BEGINNING OF THE BEGINNING


    The world is a common treasure house to all: there is no, my thing , no your thing. One Sioux tribe had no personal pronouns in their language (notice how people emphasise I and My when they speak and unbalance their sentences),'for Fluid is the Leader of the Band.
' The People Tribes of Albion took over Windsor Great Park and turned it into Paradise Foundry for 6 days. a place where interconnection and holy erections created symbiotic circles of levitating saints, where every connection was to the purpose.
    Six stages , seven stages , impromptu stages all the time. A Chinese temple of heaven ,tents, tepees, domes, pyramids, new streets , flags, Wallys, rent a loony , P.L.Gumby, lives, kipper kids, Gone, George, Ball president of the world owes us a living party , Cops , running a nomadic ,madhouse, Solar Ben and the Neutrons. Kung Fu streak in wrestling matches , Hells Angel cock fighting, Play Domes for kids, home brewed ginger wine sold to set up a bust fund for a friend in jail, 300 crates of food brought down by the Magma sprites..... long divine light marquees arranged like a cloister. And the bands , we were all a huge band !

    Avalon, Crime of the Century, Laughing Sam’s Dice, The Mad Hatter, Rocks Off, Night Angel, The Molecule, Reverend Mother, White as White and Twice as dirty , Rough Silk, Tempus Fugit. August Daze, Underground Snowstorm, Sister Fate and Sky Dog, Why Not Sneeze -from Yorkshire, ( an orgasm is a cosmic sneeze) Xenolityh , Rocooco and Pearl. The Whole Earth Fire Brigade Boogy Band, The Unknown Band and Hungry Joe, Mobius , Elysium , Voyage and Everyone Involved.
    An awe gee of synergy . A blissed out bionic cluster bleeping and surging to the top of the spectrum luring away souls from a grossed out world. Strange lights appeared in the sky at night , moving and then stopping above us. One man stood in the centre of the filed with a huge rack of black tail coats . Some people took them and wore them. Billy Gee took one and ran around the site crooning 'god is my love and my romance is the revolution'. Children were lost and found by huge camp fires , having appointed thirty people to be their new parents.
The music was intestinal , Everyone can sing , in three voices- JELAL , which is power . JEMAL , which is beauty and KEMAL which is wisdom .

    The microphones were open to all who felt inspired to use them. Everyone was in show business . Only there was no show, only revelation and no business , only a divine occupation , a synchronous transistor tuned to public and sparking with celestial rushes.
I am Become WE ARE AHHHH
    And then the breath was caught . We asserted this state . Drug squad spies insinuated themselves into our company. " Got any drugs man Yeah look into my eyes , the sun is my drug and people my needle ".
Then they upped the ante, came in with convincing cover stories and ripped off humans hinged to us.
    The Albion free state department of rough justice set up a people’s court on Wednesday , two clouded beings were accused by a man in a long grey blanket of having stolen his friend and taken him away. ''They’re cops man I swear'' ''We’re not. We don’t like fuzz''. But the fuzz in their souls showed through all their gestures . Arms tightly folded on the chest. Sudden neurotic scratching.
Two of them claimed they worked in computers for the Ciivl aviation Authority . Analogue computers ? DC’5s they said. "We can’t talk about our work. its covered by the official secrets act" . Were we not secret in the womb for nine months ? Isn't that enough, what do you believe in ? Uncrossing and crossing his legs one of them answered "well I don’t believe in God for a start off...."

"come on man your’e pigs . I'll never forget his face as long as I live ", said the man in the long grey blanket to a gutter Solomon .
We stared them out . Blow booby boys , and surrounded now by ten high spirits , well capable of policing themselves , they crumbled and blew.

    Behind the scenes a body known as the Crown States Commissioners . lackeys of the Battenburgs and administrators of their millions , were pressurising other people who had , for perverted and curious reasons , decided to flood their beings with authoritarian pustules of jive nihilism and to cove their bodies with dark blue serge, littered with declarations of faith in a dreary and tiresome woman , queen by the accident of a forbidden love match in the thirties , queen by no spiritual royalty but by a conspiracy of property freaks. We are all kings and better queens .

VISHNU CAPERS


    Empowered by the strength of this poor cripple’s state, 600 hate beetles moved in , jealous of our joy forming up in long columns , determined to turn paradise into a wasp’s nest.
We told them the Lore. Lore of the Sun. We printed leaflets for them and went up and down the lines circulating them: "Police Warning! Under the by laws you cannot move us unless you have reasonable grounds to do so. The bye-bye laws. All arms closed against us.
    One officer caught alone said: "I respect your faith in human nature but let me quote you the Good Book: 'sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof " .Out of context, and using it to convince himself we were evil creatures.
"Let us quote you from our Good Book:
'Power is Love gone bad'
"Go on, get out. The sword is mightier
than the pen. Go on." Misquote. "We have
a right to be here:. "You haven't a right
to be anywhere mate .

     They kicked over people in their sleeping bags , pushed people onto fires , tore down tents. They smashed a small boy in the face when he was screaming because his father was being arrested. Two pregnant women were injured by them. They threatened the world with the loss of a child who was swimming happily in a placenta and soaking up the rays of a sea of love.
KEEP THE FAITH


    We re-erected tents. Mobility Is the greatest revolutionary tactic,second only to Love, and we swirled round and round the site which was a mile and a half long,and then they hit the stages. They threw the Public Address Systems off the boards and onto the ground. They tore the Hare Krishna drum away from the devotees and hurled It onto some scaffolding. People climbed up and tried to revivify our spirits by playing: they were dragged off and their guitars broken.
We formed chains of people guarding the generator, but they drew their truncheons and burst through, turning over the generator at the last Stage ,the Last Redoubt, knocking women and children to the ground screaming and crying.
    Bottles flew and tins of free food. A pile of helmets was made on the stage by relays of snatchers from Fagin's Kitchen.
"We are all BEST MATES~ Wally shouted from the stage, but they had undone their humanity.
"See you in hell," said Justice,only we won't be able to see you for the smoke , sucking on a roach and spitting.
Plants are pruned. Oh bet that it is better: that the body politic is a cut diamond not a wounded tarantula.

    Thirteen brave men and true climbed up what was left of the stage and squatted there. One had climbed along the thin branch of a tree close by and leapt across. We threw them food and water. 300 police surrounded it and then, unable to loose them pulled the scaffolding apart with spanners until they fell and crashed into the hands of what was the enemy.
Rodin's 'Martyrs of Calais' was animated .It ls rumoured that one Red Cross worker, refused permission to treat the injured, injected prostrate cops with largactyl and transformed them into lambent drones.

IT IS HERE NOW
    We are the people our parents warned us against we are Love Beasts doctor Killjoy tried to infect the Legion of Joy, and so for five minutes we put ourselves in quarantine, but now we are regrouping. We are Re-Loving. Fiery wheels in our heads. Stonehenge is Ours and next year there will be 250,000 people at Windsor. Psychedelic Warlords come Out of Your Holes! Love is the highest form of energy we are capable of producing! There is only Your Self which is yourself to the power of infinity.
Their self is a Tumour and a Rumour!

    We are creating an enchanted world, where the mode of exchange is light, music, laughter and energy...instead of money. Cuba has a research station set up to discover the mechanics of a money free society. We are anticipating their findings every day. You can move from campfire to campfire talking, singing, playing, eating, fucking and drinking. We are all are flesh. All high appetites are respected and cared for, not called into account.
    Each Festival is a blueprint for the New Jerusalem. And after the energy has peaked, a nucleus of people stay on to turn the site into a Free City. What prices were charged by site marketeers were communally decided,grafters and racketeers who insisted on a profit were asked to leave.
It is free because all inspiration comes from God and the mixture of music and money always produces a bum note. It is real socialism : Unspoken & strong
The spokesmen are anti-christs. People who believe that the only state is the state of your mind, and the only government is your body.
Bill Dwyer known as Ubi...Ubu Roi - in poncho and flop hat, shouts from the stage: "I am the Rightful Heir to the Throne. All who do not bow down to me will be evicted.

Sid Rawle, a red haired mountain goat with aquamarine eyes' dressed in tails and top-hat, a Good Times Ringmaster, guiding lesser spirits through tortuous webs of bad vibes in order that they flower.
Phil Hope, Wally Guru, dancing in a magic garment embroidered with the Eye of Horus, shouting at a swarm of cops turning over the tables of the Feast: "You can't fight us! I'm wearing my dress!" Join the Party ! Prince Charles has got 35,000 acres, and all we've got is half a pair of trousers." After the event he said -"The cracks in our heads are cracks in the universe".
Gabriel, sylph like Cuchulain, oozing nectar from his eyes, who's planning a Festival in northern Ireland.

The minds of Owen, Godwin, Blake,Tyler and Morris move us.
We shall not be moved! because we are always moving!
The Festival Goes On. The Feast of Love. A Ferment of Immortal Yeast.

The Charity of Marrow Bone Love Juice. We will shit in the streets and make them clean! (where do the best tomatoes grow ? Near the sewer terminus at Barking Creek)
- WE WILL LOVE AND BE LOVED.
WE WILL PIPE AND BE PIPED
GRACE DANCETH ON HIGH
. DANCE YE! ALL !
GOD IS OUR LOVE AND OUR ROMANCE IS THE REVOLUTION
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Albion Free State