The 
          back page of the third Windsor newsletter/manifesto/thingy, whatever 
          you wish to call it. I've censored a few four letter words , not through 
          prudish tendencies on my part but because some search engines will disbar 
          pages which contain such words and I would rather be able to get this 
          site accessed to as many people as possible , even though I'm contravening 
          my principles by censoring the text . We all know what the words are 
          anyway-you fill in the blanks. 
        W'E*L*C*O*M*E: 
          People willing to devote themselves to the work of the Commune (a circle 
          of human love) are most welcome to come and discuss and, if agreed, 
          join. 
        BEHIND THE FESTIVAL - 
          Clues from NUSSY + UBI
         Our civilisation: With 
          psychedelic colours, painting, poetry, dress, songs and dances and music 
          we people stand out in sharp contrast to the rest of society in the 
          restoration of genuine community and friendship to our lives -qualities 
          which they are losing and which is blamed on coloured people by intellectual 
          thugs like Enoch Powell or even on ourselves who are often as severely 
          discriminated against as any coloured persons (for example, by the publicans 
          of Windsor at the time of the Festival and by the police in the mass 
          searching of thousands of us on the roads to the site). TODAY HIPPIES 
          COME FROM ALL RACES + COLOURS. If we are strong together as a community 
          we are no less strong in that individually we appreciate the dignity 
          and creativity and genius which everyone, given the opportunity and 
          appropriate cultural outlets, innately has. It is a profound respect 
          for one another which, when we join together, gives us INVINCIBLE power. 
          On inspiration, from a realisation of these truths, the FESTIVAL began. 
          Yet, how simply we can enrich our own lives and, by an exchange of confidences 
          with others, those of people everywhere. For example, when preparing 
          for the First Festival, we were told by a friend in Bristol that two 
          bands there would play, namely, MAGIC MUSCLE and EARTH CRAFT. To us, 
          deeply in love, the first was a fine name for man's sexual organ,:The 
          second a pagan and beautiful word for the woman's. By combination we 
          had an exquisite and dynamic phrase for making love: ***EARTH MAGIC***. 
          Coming from a civilisation where a motley horde of parasitical priests 
          and ministers had conspired diabolically to preach the fear of death 
          with sexual repression-holding the cross in one claw and man's balls 
          in the other-a terrible stranglehold on the minds and bodies of women 
          and men for nearly 2,000 years-we realised that sex had been degraded 
          by association with sin to such a degree that simple and useful words 
          like c**t, c**k and f**k are forever lost as words of beauty. WE CAN 
          DO BETTER! You can tell someone to f**k off but not to earthmagic off! 
          Solidarity: If two people, while smoking dope, are approached by police 
          they may well piss in their pants from fright. In a group of, say, 12 
          how much stronger one is. In a crowd of 1,000 all smoking dope together 
          you can tell the police to piss off! We like smoking dope * we know 
          it is against the law * there must be something wrong with the law * 
          because there is nothing wrong with smoking dope. In good conscience, 
          standing together and trusting one another we can win. As we did at 
          WINDSOR. The cannabis laws, when we have fought the battle, will go. 
          And, if we realise the strength of the weapon in our hands-nothing less 
          than good old democracy -we can turn it against everything we loathe 
          such as landlords and, in good time, abolish rent so that EVERYONE OWNS 
          THEIR OWN HOME.
         Communes: The old society 
          is founded on the family which has now grown so small and lonely that 
          it is truly called an emotional gas chamber. Two people smoking dope 
          together don't have half the fun or satisfaction as a group of six or 
          12. It is TRUE not only of dope but of our whole lives. WE CAN LOVE 
          MORE THAN ONE for before our eyes monogamous love is everywhere failing-far 
          better and from that more generous, peaceful, freer HOME called the 
          COMMUNE we can build a society which will recognise the genius in all 
          of us. In the place of the ripoff employer/employee relationship we 
          can have one of complete co-operation (we can all take part in the decision-making 
          process at work as well as at home). But we have to learn this cooperation 
          in the home and from an early age. It is there-in the COMMUNE-that the 
          Revolution must begin! Here in our commune we aim at practising what 
          we advocate. LOVE! .. ...... .... BEHIND THE FESTIVAL. Windsor Great 
          Park extends from Virginia Water to the Castle - about seven miles!