Chapter Three :The War of the Dentons
( Countdown to an Execution) : A chronology of Events
To put this complex narrative into some kind of order ; I've decided to enlighten the reader to what
happened and when. What happened was a gradual escalation of events that broke out into OPEN
WAR! This was no ordinary marriage and family breakdown, nor your average acrimonious
divorce and custody struggle- this was a bloodfeud- a war- a v for vendetta !This war sucked in
more and more people into its vortex as time went on; until the spiral of disaster led to a crown
court trial...and from there it descended into the darkest abyss!
My ex wife knew what she wanted from the outset of this “ war of the Dentons” in February 2008.
She wanted revenge...revenge...revenge...pure and simple. In Slavic cultures its called “ duvka” or
vendetta unto death...In practical terms it was a struggle for power- domination- control...but also
of hate -revenge- and cursing.... it was very personal.
Throughout the Balkans – and even in small villages in Anatolia; these feuds sometimes go back
hundreds if not thousands of years- sometimes ending in genocide and ethnic cleansing...but these
blood feuds whether its emanating from the enmity of the children of Ishmael towards the children
of Isaac or the descendants of Jacob against Esau are all deeply rooted in tribal psyches..and not
only was my wife tribal- but she was also primal.
“ Hell hath no fury than a woman scorned!”
As a Christian believer I am supposed to lay aside these things and strive for a higher path. Jesus
says we should LOVE our enemies – BLESS those who curse us; and PRAY for those who persecute
us. What this means is by not taking up the sword , I become the victim... my strategy was to HOPE
that through the courts this family dispute or feud would be resolved.
But as time progressed I began to realize that I had been targetted for persecution and for
prosecution. This is why its vital to understand the sequence of events that took place in
chronological order.
I shall begin with my wifes affair – we were renting a 10 bedroom house in Wembley from
2004-2006.It was there that my ex wife befriended a lodger from Slovakia named Jan Hic.
There was at this time another Polish female lodger called Dominika Szechplik – she was a pretty
loose woman about 28 years old who had slept with most of the single men in the house and her
Asian employers. One day she came to me and said she fancied this guy called Jan- Jan was a
charismatic suave looking guy with a questionable background who claimed he had been in the
French Foreign legion- he was a bit of a conman- but he paid the rent. I could see he had
leadership capacity and watched his movements with interest.
I introduced Jan to Dominika and they had a one night stand. I even gave him a lift to Dominica's
place ( she had moved out) where he stayed the night-
The next day she started bragging to my wifes sister ( Elzbieta -Ella-Baran) and to my wife Ewelina
about what wonderful sex she had had and how large his penis was... And to be fair this guy was a
smooth customer. Later on I noticed my wife and Jan flirting with each other- she had done this
before in Israel with a Dutch guy- but I tried to ignore it and give it no energy.
I must say with ALL my heart my wife – my wife was NEVER lonely- sad maybe – but NEVER
lonely. She had at least 15-20 people or more coming and going everyday in and out of the
house...many people to talk to plus she had her children and her friends and family. No,this was a
pure case of sexual attraction- fatal attraction- she just fancied him pure and simple. The only thing
missing in this scenario was the opportunity to have a fullon liason- and the place to do it in....
before too long the universe provided both time- place and opportunity.
In December 2005 I took another house in Wembley. We moved there as a family in 2006 –
January ...it was a great blessing from God – I took the opportunity to take my son on a holiday to
Sinai- Egypt. All my wife had to do was close up our affairs in the 10 roomed house and move to
our new home. We had money … we were prospering... my wife was neither sad nor lonely.
Later she claimed she did it so I would divorce her for adultery. The truth is she felt ashamed and
guilty for her betrayal at a moment when things were very well for our family. The kids were going
to school- we were making money and everyone was healthy and happy.
This feeling of worthlessness and guilt stemmed form her adultery – not because as she claimed
because of the anal sex or domestic violence. This is rubbish.
Looking back now I probably should not have gone to Egypt when I did- it was a transitional time
from one home to another...we had problems with the Pakistani landlord Mr Choudry who didn't
want to return our deposit and the lodgers were giving us trouble as well. She probably couldn't
handle the extra stress. I must say this- this room renting business was her responsibility- it was
something for her to do and I wanted her to learn how to run a household. From my part I
acknowledge my mistake... but it certainly was not motivated form selfishness.
I felt at the time that she had enough support to get through this crisis alone. I was only gone for 6
weeks. I had instructed a friend Mr. Leslie Lubelle ( the next door neighbor) to watch over the
place- and my wife...In fact my last words before I left for Frankfurt for Sharm El Sheikh were :
“ Ewelina, if you cant handle things – I will cancel my mission immediately!”
My mission to Egypt was extremely successful – I organized the 1st World Healing Retreat in the
Middle East – made a short film entitled “ Into The Rubicon” and spent quality time bonding with
my son Jeremias.
2006 was a year where many of my dreams came true. Dreams I had been working on for years
over 20 years in fact. I was a convener – a “ focaliser”of rainbow peace& love gatherings-
Juggling those commitments with work and family life was very difficult. It meant sacrifice. But I
believed that my primary vocation was as an evangelist – Ewelina my wife knew this was the man
she had fell in love with and married- I was a Christian, a Rainbow Warrior and traveler long
before I met her. It was already in my DNA. Perhaps it was selfish...perhaps even egocentric...but
that is the nature of a man...a man must do what a man must do...
Throughout history “ selfish- egotistic” men from Buddha -Jesus and Mohammed to Richard The
Lionheart, Alexander the Great to Adolf Hitler- Mahatma Gandhi to Nelson Mandela- Einstein to
Martin Luther King – Howard Hughes to Neil Armstrong-Abraham Lincoln-JFK- Robin Knox
Johnson to Sir Edmund Hillary and Roald Amundsen and David Livingstone- David Attenborough-
William the Conqueror and William Carey...Oscar Wilde- John Bunyan- Leo Tolstoy – Louis
Pasteur- Elon Musk and yes- even Trotsky... all great men and women have shared a common fire
that burns in their hearts to accomplish their destiny- what the universe has planet deep within
their souls.
All great persons strive to express their greatness. And this often means they have to make difficult
personal decisions. Decisions that lead them often to bankruptcy- ridicule- imprisonmentdivorce-
martyrdom- exile and even assassination and death. Choices that separate them from their
loved ones, their freedom and acceptance from mainstream society... this is what really
distinguishes a GREAT man from a FAILED man...his drive – his sacrifice...and yes, even his ego.
But it is these true actions of a driven man that turn mediocrity into sheer greatness and indeed
...history itself.
Being normal for a driven man is never an option and if it were so human achievement would
remain undiscovered- potential untapped and exploits uncommon...
So are these actions done for the “greater good” , selfish...egotistical- NO! … they are HONEST!
There is no greater crime than a wasted life. Sometimes true courage requires great personal
sacrifice. Someone has to do it. If not you- then WHO?!- if not NOW...then WHEN?!
And it is in this context that I acted to organise these peace gatherings in Egypt- Jordan-Turkey-
England – Russia and South Africa. I had been involved in the Rainbow Movement for 25 years and
as an evangelist and activist my goals and agenda define my destiny. How I live is important to me.
As a family man I was also committed by a covenant I had made to God to honor my marriage and
my family. I had provided for my children and my wife as any man would...
2006 was a busy year. After Egypt I focalised meetings in Turkey- Bosnia- Altai-England- Spainand
Jordan. The England Gathering was a very difficult one and took a year of constant monthly
meetings every full moon and almost daily communications via the Internet -face to face and
telephone... at the same time I was concerned about my son Jeremias as he was being bullied at
school.
I had also started a blog for airships and an association based in Berlin ( “ AIRSHIPWORLD”)
My wife began to feel she was a bit part in this movie I was in... although she did design the
invitation of the England gathering. These feelings of inadequacy eventually turned into envyjealousy-
frustration and yes...even resentment and hatred. She felt she was losing control of her life
and her children...and she felt the need to dominate and control me as a result. She would stand at
the bottom of the stairs every night in her silk nightgown and call me up to bed to have sex with
her... demanding me to come... but I simply did not feel like it... I was dealing with my own demons (
midlife crisis- bills etc)-
I started to put on weight – drinking more- and arguing with my wife over trivial things...sex
became boring- instead I converted my sexual energy into my work as a gardener and the time on
the computer increased... we were going in separate directions each day... trust was no longer
there... subconsciously I felt far away form my wife... a marriage breakdown usually builds up over
time its rarely a 5 minute thing. My wife all this time was hiding the affair from me.
In August 2006 I hired a bus and set up camp in Yorkshire near Skipton. The Rainbow Gathering
attracted about 5000 over the month and a half that it was going on... they came from all over the
world and from all over the British isles. I set up the “ Jesus Camp” with a 12 man tent I had
recently bought for the purpose. A missionary group called “ The Family” joined us. It was at this
gathering that two important events took place which later had a bearing on my prosecution.
The first event was a fight my wife had with another woman who claimed she was a witch and that
Christianity had ruined her life- and her sons life. She stole the flags we had put up and a fight then
ensued.
The second event was the twisting of my knee whilst doing a Zulu Dance in the main food circle
after the meal. I had to in fact be carried off on a stretcher to the tent I was staying in. On the way
there I was being attended by two doctors from Austria and Germany. I couldn't walk it was that
painful.
My daughter Anastasia saw me in pain and thought I was going to die- she said: “ If my daddy dies
and goes to Jesus , I wanna go with him...I don't want to live without my daddy!” She was crying
for her father and it touched my heart very deeply as nothing else that could.
To a father and daughter with this level of love between them – this was the greatest honor I could
possibly hope for and I even started to cry- not from the pain( even though it was great)- from the
love she had for me. And to a jealous wife looking on... this was the start of the envious – possessive
seed that began to germinate in the heart of my wife and to which I shall refer to at a later stage.
When I returned to London I went to the doctor who recommended an Xray and a possible surgical
procedure. After around tow weeks I felt better enough to wlak and decided to risk going to the
Altai Mountains in Siberia. I thought the wound would heal and I would be fit enough to endure this
trip despite my recent injury. I also went to visit some old friends in Moscow and to sign a contract
for an agency deal for Rosaero systems to sell their products in Africa.
Early in October , 2006 I returned from Russia. I recall twisting my knee on a walk in the Altai
mountains whilst trying to view Mount Belucha in Kazakhstan- in fact I recall twisting my knee
again in the living room( on my return from Russia )-whilst dancing to a Victor Tsoi song. I recall
beign advised by my doctor to rest and support the knee and NOT to exert the left knee in any way.
This was crucial evidence that was very important and was NEVER used at my trial depsite my
instructions to my solicitor Daryl Ingram & Co. They just did not care...in fact my own solicitor
thought I was guilty and didn't go the extra mile on purpose!
So the inept barrister – Laura Brickman and the bigot judge both didn't give a damn whether or not
I got a fair trial... it was all a frame up...a conspiracy... they were simply going through the
motions.
On or about Friday , October 6th , 2006 my wife confessed to an affair lasting around 6 months. She
confessed to this affair after I had confessed to having a one night stand with a Russian doctor.
It was decided – amicably I might add... that the state of our marriage was at boiling point ; and
my wife agreed to stay with a friend for a few days... ( Marie Donata)- Despite everything said
against me – I did not beat her or strike her...I simply needed time to digest these revelations – I
may have said...”Thats it – from today no more domestic violence-”- (meaning I did not want to
solve the problem violently as she might have expected I would- why because she expected a
reaction- and I simply would not give her the pleasure- I was tired.)...My wife returned the next
day- begging me to take her back... she said: “ If you send me away – I'll understand – only let me
see the children from time to time!”
I thought about it for a moment ( it was a Saturday morning): “ Ewelina, you are the mother of the
children- how could I possibly send you away?”
She asked me what she should do. I responded by saying : “ Ewelina , I forgive you ; but I want
you to cut from this man...delete his number and his email...and I want to know all the details of
your affair.” She agreed...we kissed and I let her in the house again.
But the truth is she didn't tell me the whole truth at all. She continued to lie. She had slept with this
guy in a local travel lodge and in a local park ( she even took me to the bench where they had made
love)- but it turned out to be a fabrication... I believed her... she said she had made love – on a cold
February night... on a public park bench!She said she was drunk at the time.
At the time I wanted to believe her. I tried to move into the place of forgiveness- but something
inside me didn't believe her...I felt less and less sexually attracted to her as the days went by. It is
important to note here that the real truth only came out next year in May 2007. This never came out
at trial. It was like everything exonerating me ...suppressed.
This is an important incident as it shows that the prosecutions assertions were wrong ….its
simple.... a wife commits adultery in a hotel is less likely to cause outrage as an affair committed in
the marital home and in the marital bed- defiling both. By deduction a crime of passion is the
motivation of an alleged rape..
There were arguments in our marriage- just like any marriage.... there were accusations and
counter accusations... but there was NO rape...nor was there extreme domestic violence – certainly
not on my part. The days following her confession were an attempt to strengthen and normalise
relations...we went to church that Sunday ( Oct 8th) – I took the kids out of school on the Mnday and
Tuesday ( because I felt we needed healing family time)- We went on a Tuesday to Alton Towers , its
a 5 hour journey there and back....and , there were multiple bumpy rollercoaster rides... and yes...I
even video taped our outing...( with Ewelina having long hair)...My barrister,Laura Brickman and
solicitor- Sarj Patel even got that fact wrong!...that was crucial because they showed the video at
the trial...but it wasn't dated!- I've made a timeline which will put it all into perspective.
In the bedroom things were not normal...but I didn't beat her as she claimed I did ( we had lodgers
and they would have heard it- our walls were thin plasterboard)... and I certainly didn't rape her...I
do remember when we had consensual anal sex – it was probably around the first or second week
of October , 2006. As I had mentioned earlier; it was something we had talked about doing for
years...but had never tried.
After the affair was out on the open we agreed to actively try to improve our sex life – and it was
agreed that we would try anal sex to start off with. It was with the idea of spicing up our marriage
and adding a new dimension to our bedroom life. I will go into this in detail at a later stage.
What I can say for sure was that the affair was the catalyst for this “ new deal” in the bedroom. My
wife consented to six acts of anal sex because she “ deserved it-I dont know if this was just pillow
talk to get me excited or if she actually believed what she was saying...I realize now that she
probably meant it.
The reason it was the number six is because she confessed she had slet with this guy six times. My
wife also consented to oral sex for the very first time in our marriage. This occurred around
January 2007 after my return from Jordan. During this time she had exposed herself on skype –
showing her boobs to me – and dared me to “ punish her”...again, I will go into this at a later
stage.
Following the chronology of events after I returned from Russia I remember my knee needed
medical attention- I went to the doctor and I bought a knee brace...X- RAYS will confirm this( in
fact I got the x rays form the hospital but again- this evidence was suppressed) … and here comes
the point...a brutal- sustained and VIOLENT sexual act that puts strain on a severely injured knee
would have been practically impossible as I was already in pain having injured it the previous
week. In fact some time later I needed an ACL operation because the ligament was actually torn.
On the evening of the 12th October my ex wife awoke in the middle of the night – went to the dresser
table – took a pair of large scissors from the drawer ...and then in complete darkness … she cut off
all her hair.
In the morning when she realized what she had done and saw her short hair... she looked at me in
shock and said: “ Robin- why did you cut my hair? “ I replied: “ Ewelina...you cut your own
hair...I didn't cut it....!”
At first she didn't believe me ...I then described to her what had happened – she then said: “ The
devil made me do it... “I'm sick Robin...take me to mental hospital...I need to go to hospital for
sick people!” At this point her eyes were bulging out of her sockets like a goldfish... the pupils were
dilated ...and I was scared and confused. I honestly did not know what to do. At this point I phoned
a Dr. Peter Parnes who is supposed to be a psychologist , a criminal psychologist... he
recommended I take her immediately to a GP. ( General practitioner)...and this is what I did...
I could have taken her to the nearby Northwick Park A &E and they would have probably
sectioned her for 30 days if I had told them what I had witnessed in that bedroom. But I didn't...I
kept my mouth shut. Dr Parnes failed to give a statement corroborating this which undermined my
defense... he was afraid of the negative publicity if I was convicted...that after I looked after his son
for 5 years....!
So I took my wife to the doctors rooms of Dr Jilali – but Ewelina refused to get out of the Suzuki I
was driving... Eventually I persuaded the doctor to come out to the car and speak to her... this was
on Friday, October 13th, 2006. Later I too my wife to a proper hairdressers in Golders Green and
some Albanian hairdressers charged me £40 for the privilege.
My only conclusion after all of this was that my wife was feeling an overwhelming – and I might
add -warranted sense of worthlessness and guilt over the affair- why? Because the Holy Spirit had
convicted her of her sin and she had lied to me and to the Holy Spirit... she had sinned against the
Holy Spirit rather than come clean once and for all with the full truth. And once she had done it
once... she continued on this path...this is why she felt guilty and worthless.
SHE HAD A DEVIL IN HER THAT WOULDNT COME OUT AND WOULDNT TELL THE
TRUTH!AN EVIL SPIRIT. SHE WAS POSSESSED! ( Again – I will address this later on in the book
in detail)
Despite her strange behavior and requests to be admitted into a mental institution ; I believed all
she needed was some rest. I then told my wife we should take off our wedding rings until we could
renew our marriage vows...in fact a pastor Uche and his wife agreed to marry us in his church we
were attending- joyful assemblies.
I at this time thought it was best and better to do it on our return to Africa. We then made a plan to
return to South Africa and become full-time missionaries with a Christian group called YWAM-
( Youth with a Mission)
In fact we even bought a wedding dress. I bought my wife some jewelery in Israel from a boutique
shop- red ruby crystal I think it was – a beautiful necklace for the love of my life. We went to the
theater ...dinner... we went to see the comedy play- “ The Producers” a play based on the movie
written by Mel Brooks ( “Springtime for Hitler & Germany!“)...
In January 2007 Ewelina visited a psychiatrist for the first time. I was in Jordan a the 1st Oriental
Rainbow Gathering ...it was a complete success. I took my son with me and he throughly enjoyed
it... learning bush-craft and a few magic tricks from some Japanese travelers.... everyone loved
Jeremias...(He loved climbing and walking and I wanted to school him in leadership)- and even
lately when I returned to the Holy Land after 6 years – they asked me: “Wheres your son?” All I
could say was: “ I don't know!- I haven't seen him for over 5 years!”
In February 2007 I went to South Africa to initiate the process of our return- I spent nearly 2
months in Africa preparing the way. I bought a Mercedes Benz in Cape Town and drove it up to
Durban- I scouted possible homes and made connections with some local ministries- all in
preparation for our imminent emigration. In March of 2007 I returned to England. Everything was
going well and it seemed even our relationship was beginning to improve.
It was on my return from Africa that Ewelina dropped another bombshell. She had brought her
lover or lovers to the marital bed. She had defiled the marital home and bed. She had not told the
truth about the affair despite being asked to. Arguments inevitably ensued. We tried marriage
counseling – Ewelina had one of her “ breakdowns”- this time I suggested she go for a holiday to
Spain. She did.
I tried to look introspectively to see if I were the one putting too much strain on Ewelina...I came to
the conclusion that she needed a break to recharge her batteries. I honestly don't know what she
was telling was true and what was not... she had a problem confronting the truth... she would rather
lie about it and play the victim that tell the truth- that is and always has been ...her character... and
I must admit... shes a damn good liar! She certainly fooled me.
It was during this time that my relationship with my daughter grew and I began to show her more
attention and love as her father. Anastasia in character was very much like me. Impetuous,
fierce,passionate...original. But also a stubborn and strong personality. Our bond as Father and
daughter grew ever deeper during this time when the bond of trust between my wife and I began to
deteriorate. I simply could not believe anything my wife said as I kept finding out something new
which she had “ forgotten “ to tell me. Her later excuse was that she was afraid of me that I would
hurt her... this of course was totally untrue.
I JUST DID NOT KNOW WHAT TO BELIEVE ANYMORE.
I felt increasingly cold towards Ewelina my relationship with Anastasia grew closer- and this in
turn empowered Anastasia to become more assertive with my wife when she was bullied. When
Ewelina began feeling dis-empowered she began to grow envious and jealous of my ( natural )
relationship of paternal love with my daughter. In fact she felt more and more insecure within
herself and more and more jealous and possessive to anything and anyone I gave my love and my
attention to...even my computer!
She sought to manipulate- dominate and control me and my children through her abusive behavior
and frequent mental breakdowns bipolar episodes... as a result we as a family all suffered from her
emotional, physical and mental domestic violence.
I will go into this into finer detail later on in another chapter.
My wife returned refreshed from Spain. I continued to work as a gardener in my company “ Shalom
Gardens”...my knee seemed to have healed so I decided not to go for an operation...
Around August I went to Bosnia and Croatia. I again furthered my peace-work and visions for
peace in the Balkans. I also assisted to bring about the vision of an Iberian Rainbow Family. On my
return I decided it was time we prepared in earnest for our imminent return to South Africa.
We started by visiting a Christian Homeschooling Academy in Swindon. My wife was in complete
agreement with me and came to the seminar to learn more. Later on we started our own “ Rainbow
School in our living room... I'll come to that later.
In October, 2007 I went to Kenya – Uganda and Tanzania...on a mission to help save a childrens
home in the townships of Kampala. The mission was successful and it was documented on my sony
video camera...Later this event was used against me to strengthen the argument that I was a
paedophile( sic).
This trip to East Africa was the groundwork of my future plans in the region to create a Volunteers
Hostel Franchise.
My initial vision for Uganda was to purchase a large tract of farmland to set up an ecovillage and
community. I believed and still do that East Africa is a key place to developing greater
understanding of the human condition and its relationship with the Earth and all its beings.
My vision included the set up of an International Volunteer Hostel and Peace Academy in the
foothills of Kilimanjaro near Arusha in Tanzania. To this effect I had meetings with prominent
businessmen and politicians including the ex Minister of Education of Uganda- I met them through
my contact with GEM – a global network of entrepreneurs and educators.
It was at this meeting at the Hotel Speke where I was to meet with Dr. Babu that I stepped offf the
pavement and into a pothole- the streetlighting was not very good... and promptly ruptured my left
knee completely. I was in terrible pain and could not even get up off the ground. Fortunately , a
Japnese student and her friend came to assist me and I carried off the meeting by controlling the
pain with a few double gins and tonic and paracetamol.
The following day I got on the bus to Mombassa and back to Britain. I was in a lot of pain.
On my return to the UK I went straight to the doctor- he urged immediate surgery as I had ruptured
a ligament in my left knee- its called an ACL injury. ( Accruciated ligament)- Initially I had an
arthroscopy in early November at the Northwick Park Hospital.
Definition:
arthroscopy (also called arthroscopic surgery) is a minimally invasive surgical procedure in which
an examination and sometimes treatment of damage of the interior of a joint is performed using an
arthroscope, a type of endoscope that is inserted into the joint through a small incision.
Arthroscopic procedures can be performed either to evaluate or to treat many orthopaedic
conditions including torn floating cartilage, torn surface cartilage, ACL reconstruction, and
trimming damaged cartilage.
I was still deeply in love with my wife- despite all that had happened...there was no beatings as she
has alleged. This was a fabrication. Our relationship was actually pretty good- she even bought me
a computer an apple mac for £2000 from PC world.
I had made a vow to God to take this woman as my wife for better or for worse- for richer or for
poorer...in sickness and health...til death do us part!...
It was however, a relationship of fire vs wind... earth vs water... we were as I understood it... one
person- united by God in Holy Marriage- One flesh- indivisible. And our characters whilst at times
poles apart- were grounded in our genuine love for our children and for each other. My would give
her anything she asked me...except one thing... a divorce. I was prepared to work through any
difference between us with the Love of God – grace and forgiveness....and a lot of patience and
prayer. I was determined to keep the family together at all costs...even my own humiliation.
I had made a promise to God to love her as Christ loved the Church and to lay my life down for her
if necessary...( but I wouldn't divorce her)...that day would soon come when that promise was tested
and with it my faith in God.
In December 2007 , we went on a months family holiday in my Volvo to Poland. We spent a week in
the small village of Nawynchov- we visited my wifes parents in Jacmierz- South Eastern Poland.
My thinking was thats since we were leaving Europe for good , it would be good for the children to
see their grandparents – Josef and Kristina Sienczak for the last time.
I also believed we needed some family time together away from London and its pressures. It would
be a time to heal any rifts between us. It was – however, not to be... my wifes fear of the future, her
dark paranoid phobias and insecurities- her unstable thoughts and the demons that plagued her
and fed into her psyche... all came to a head in a so called “ dream from God”.
At this point I still didn't fully trust my wife- I still believed she was hiding something from me...
another dark secret.... perhaps another affair- perhaps a tale of child abuse...I didn't know what.
Maybe she didn't really want to serve God as a missionary in Africa after all. Perhaps she was
planning something- We argued a lot and the arguments took their toll on both of us.
I kept telling her- begging her... “ STOP THIS WAR !”I said- “ tell me the truth.... what are you
hiding form me...? In the end I realized if she wanted to continue playing mind games with me- I
would too! And this was a whole new dimension of our marriage war.
The “War of the Dentons” had begun...
And so I led her on and fed into her paranoia and her fear... I mad eher belive all her fears were
true.... perhaps then I could smoke her out I thought and she would blurt out the truth about who
she was fucking behind my back!... who else...!
But she didn't …
Its true, I was also paranoid too... stressed ...and frankly losing my patience!- Who wouldn't – I was
tired of these mind games. We were financially challenged too. We needed to make money for the
journey- fast! Our marriage was on the point of collapse.... It was on the rocks... and we were
struggling to save it.... Because of my knee injury , I was unable to do much physical work in the
garden. I had been on and off crutches at various points since the initial injury in August of 2006.
Instead, we rented out an extra room in the house to make up for the shortfall. I went to Northwick
Park hospital in January to do a medical trial with Paraxel- and almost got poisoned I might add.
This medical trial was for a drug to help cocaine addicts – but they gave us too strong a dose and
everyone vomited profusely... I earned £ 2100- even though I couldn't do physical work in the
garden- I was determined to provide for my family... Ewelina could have also done a trial – But I
never forced her or coerced her... it was always her decision. I did my job as the man of the house.
The airtickets to South Africa were booked for January 12th , 2008- out of Gatwick. We had planned
that my wife and kids would fly out first- at the last moment our invite to YWAM was postponed.
Friends said they couldn't help with accommodation and my parents of course...refused.
My wife got more paranoid and listened to “ friends” advice that I was trying to get rid of her...
take the kids and marry someone else waiting in the wings... “the final solution”- my wife felt she
wasn't wanted and she wasn't appreciated – for whatever reason...and her inadequacy and
jealousy- paranoia and fear turned into hostility and outright hate....she felt like she was a burden
and probably the thought of going alone to South Africa was too much for her to take.
On top of all this my beautiful car got towed away and I lost it... bailiffs were knocking at the
door...the gas had been turned off and it was freezing in the house...( there was a leak on the
street)...and on top of all this we were living in one room and homeschooling the kids...it was a
nightmare.... the final argument came when my wife threatened to falsely accuse me of child abuse (
in front of a witness) to get out of the marriage if I didn't divorce her.
And so I had exposed -finally – the crux- she had shown her true colours... what exactly was in her
heart... she wanted OUT!...AND she was willing to do anything to achieve her goal short of
outright cold blooded murder.
But she didn't have the courage to act alone. She needed believers... she needed support. So
unbeknownst to me she invited her sister to come from Spain to help her to get out of the marriage
and fit me up. In the meantime she faked another nervous breakdown...this happened on February
the 1st , 2008 -( a Friday)...
Whilst I genuinely believed she was actually having her 19th nervous breakdown ( all due to the
mind-games we were playing with each other)...quite miraculously … she recovered only 4 days
later and even went with her sister to Thorpe Park and had a whale of a time to celebrate her
victory at convincing the social services and the police that she was an “ abused woman escaping
extreme domestic violence”- she was a very good actor... and she played her part well. She even
had me fooled.
What I do know is that the day after I was arrested I saw her in the social services office and she
looked 1000% A no. 1 OK... This tells me she was definitely faking it!!!
She was a great actor. Even I couldn't tell when she was lying and when she was telling the truthand
I had lived with her for 12 years!- In fact on Sunday , February 3rd I canceled my trip to Egypt
to focalise the 2nd Oriental Rainbow gathering in Bir El Ugda.
When I was praying about whether I should go or not... the word came to me... “ in sickness and in
health” - I didn't want to be accused of not looking after my wife in her hour of need – and Ewelina
actually said that Sunday Morning 3rd February, 2008- “ stay with me Robin- please...dont go... I
need you!”... But it was just another ruse to ensure I stuck around so I could get arrested and
thrown out of the house “ officially” … and when that happened... it was OPEN season... OPEN
war.
I remember two family “ war” movies In both it was tit for tat that escalated until they nearly kill
each other... - The Smiths and the War of the Roses... they both express how the war of the dentons
escalated from nothing...
It got dirty – as it always inevitably does- why – because of pride- and because theres children
involved...the war of the dentons was a microcosm of the war in the Holy Land- two people fighting
over the right to have custody of the children...and the blessing... the land. To posses the land – in
an esoteric sense what happened to our family was prophetic in every possible way.
And its happening to many many couples ALL OVER THE WORLD... each and every day.... the
difference is that the government is supposed to act as a benevolent adjudicator – and mediator –
In my case it operated as a malevolent and absolute fascist manner.
The truth is the justice system has been poisoned by “ God – Haters”...Secular Extremists-This
certainly is not only dangerous – but also undemocratic and extremely hypocritical … I will go into
this in my analysis of the trial.
On February 5th after spending the night riding on night buses in shock from Trafalgar Square and
back -I finally found refuge from the cold in Northwick Park Hospital on the 13 th floor on the
stairwell. I used cardboard on the cold concrete floor and tried to recover some strength. Outside it
was too cold to sleep. Later that morning I went to pray at the St Josephs Cathedral and to light a
candle for my family.
I then went to the Social Services ( the SS) and met up with Yvonne Lewers – another feminist
bigot- ( most social workers are both female and sexist towards men- its an endemic problem – the
only males are usually compliant wimps or gay)
At around 12 pm I saw Ewelina march into the Social Services arrogant and aggressively with her
sister Ursula right behind her...all signs of her “ breakdown” gone. She was with Anastasia and
Jeremias- Jeremias on seeing me rushed up to hug me – but I drew back from him as I wasn't
allowed to hug him ( no contact order as a bail condition)...thats how evil the system is... it drives a
wedge between family members – even when your completely innocent of any wrongdoing. Thats
how cruel those that run the machine are... they create victims...I felt like someone was stabbing a
knife into my heart ...but this was only the beginning of my nightmare.
The next day I got a phone-call from a friend who says that Ewelina's wicked sisters ( Ursula
sienczak and Ella baran) were burning my things in the garden- tearing up all the photos and
dumping all my possessions on the pavement.
They even had the audacity to try to bribe the local gardener ( a friend of mine- Michael)to Take all
my stuff to the local tip-the dump. Thankfully he refused.
On the 6th February my friend form Rumania collected what was left ( about 20 garbage bags) and
we sorted through it all in the ASDA carpark...I felt angry and humiliated. But more than that , I felt
pity for my wife and tried to fathom what kind of evil spirit , what kind of madness would lead her
to do such a terrible thing.
I cried for her , for my broken home...and especially for my children... and what they were
suffering.
The next day – the 7th of February, 2008 my children were bundled into a taxi along with their
mother crying and begging her- ( I was told this by a witness)- My youngest – Nicole was crying : “
Wheres my daddy?!- Wheres my daddy?...”
Had I been born such a terrible man – a bad father... I don't think they would have shed a tear for
me.... but they did. They did.
The following day ( 8th Feb) I called the arresting officer via my solicitors He said: “ Its not my
problem – I'm not bothered!” This is how callous and cruel the police are in this country. When
you're falsely accused -you're guilty until proven innocent...all you have to do is convince a mug
copper to believe you and bingo...you're a for away.!…
I tried talking to my sister-in -laws “ Christian” Pastor – Billy Boy Reid- an ex con himself. But he
wasn't interested in reconciliation- he had already judged and sentenced me without trial... but even
more was to come.
I had now been rooted out of my home- separated from my wife and kids...all my possessions
scattered to the four winds....including most of my tools- ( some I manged to recover)...and accused
FALSELY...of Child Rape. The most heinous accusation any man- any father could possibly endure.
By this time my wife and children had been moved to a womans refuge in Croydon.
Even as I was collecting my thoughts and trying to rebuild – she was being re- programmed by
resident militant feminists and schooled in the art of the fit up. Even the founder of the womens
refuge movement has publicly stated that it isn't right for vulnerable women to fall under the power
of butch feminists intent on using them as pawns in their own movies.
I was staying with my uncle in Sussex and the stress was so bad I was hitting a bottle of malt
whisky a day... ( I emptied Uncle Ron's 20 year collection- every bottle!) This went on for around 2
months- heavy drinking until I finally had enough strength to start rebuilding my business.
This meant I had to travel on a train 5 hours every day from Sussex to Wembley...It was very hard.
However, within a month I had manged to buy a car and find a storage shed for my tools. I had no
idea of course what was going on behind the scenes until much later.
I must also mention here that I had just come out of another surgical operation on my knee. The
accident in Uganda in October 2007 had ripped my ligament completely and the doctors had to graft
part of my hamstring under my thigh to repair the ACL injury.
Consequently,I was on crutches and doing physio for about two months afterwards. The operation
took place in Middlesex Hospital on February 25th , 2008. It was during this painful transition time
that I was helped by an “angel”- Natalie Wolthenstome. She was handicapped herself A mighty
woman of God who grew up in an orphanage. She triumphed over adversity – hostility and
immobility and this woman took me in. I slept on the couch and every night we prayed. She nursed
me and fed me and looked after me throughout this hard and lonely time. May God bless her!
My Uncle Ronald- a farmer turned gardener and salt of the Earth did the same. It was during these
hard months that support came from the most unexpected quarters. Some of my gardening clients
looked after my tools in their sheds.... some others drove me from job to job- even when I was
barely able to walk. The local Sikh hardware shop gave me a line of credit...and slowly I recovered
from my apocalyptic disaster.
But this was only a lull before the storm... it was only the beginning of what was to come....
You see, it was the faith of those that believed in me that made all the difference and made me see it
through when times got hard....and those people still do- God bless every one of them!
At this time many thoughts were running through my head... all my life Ive run from trouble and
persecution... but after spending a few weeks on a working holiday in Mariupol in the Ukraine- I
realised LOVE is something you must fight for...strive for... stand for.
Besides I've always run on rocket fuel and I've always been a bit of a daredevil... I love a good
scrap- a challenge... Evel Knievel was my hero and role model when I was growing up in Canada in
the 70s.
And...I love adventure- the unpredictable matrix- whether its climbing a mountain like Kilimanjaro
or Everest- meeting rebels from the Congo or sailing through Atlantic storms and 3 storey high
waves...!
I recall driving from London to Jerusalem on a peace caravan...without a spare tyre I might
add...When I met up with the son of the head rabbi of Israel having a barbecue on the Saturday
night after shabbat- he heard my story translated to him and said: “ The messiah is coming soon!”
But thats my life. After a few weeks teaching English and partying – I realized Ukraine was not for
me in the long run. It was a good thing I left in the end a sI was being set up by the local mafia ( for
kidnapping and ransom)...and a conman form New Zealand called Mitch Mitchinson... claimed he
knew Ho chin Minh of Vietnam and many others in the steel industry.
Thats another story in itself.
I kept my bail date on the 1st of May, 2008 and again on the 1st of August .2008- I was on bail for
nearly 9 months. Eventually, I got my computer and a few notebooks back. The police had nothing
on me but were hoping I would lose my cool- its called “ bull-baiting” - in these family cases – they
know how to wind up the men and they just add extra charges on the sheet to strengthen their case.
You may be totally innocent of the main charges but because you were guilty on the minor fit-up
charges the jury see you as guilty of the whole thing... they link up your credibility with the wind up
charges.
Unfortunately for me – I did lose it... not totally – but partially... I couldn't find my center....I was
so confused and disorientated by the shock of losing everything... Sometimes I would get in a bus or
on a train ...and not know where I was... I would suddenly find myself in Brighton or Hove without
realizing it. I felt like someone had ripped the heart from my body.... it came to a nexus point ...a
head... on May 31st, 2008.
I was awoken by a phonecall from my son at around 0826am I believe. At first I couldn't believe it.
I realised after the call that my children were being emotionally abused , brainwashed, blackmailed
and traumatized and “ schooled” in the refuge to hate things all male- and all things relating to their
father. It was totally evil. Totally wrong...but totally “ legal”.
In fact in an interview with the Brent Social services I questioned the social worker directly- I said:
“ Why haven't you had my daughter medically examined ?” ( this after the fake rape allegation of
my ex wife)
This occurred at 14h00pm on February 5th , 2008 in the Children's & Families Services of Brent.
She ( Yvonne Lewers )-replied: “ It would be too traumatic- painful and intrusive !”
-yet despite this assertion – my daughter was indeed medically examined. The line manager stated
that my family were being held in the refuge because of “ extreme domestic violence”- not I might
add … alleged sexual abuse! And that it was... wait for it... “ in the best interests of the children”
This is the bog standard response . I was not informed about the general welfare of my children –
even when I laid an official complaint to the director himself- my solicitor was completely out of his
depth and couldn't remedy the matter either.
It was in that context that my “ friend” Kasper Rucinski sent the hat to the refuge. The truth is that
they were trying to justify their illegal abduction- kidnapping of my children and their immoral
smearing of my reputation and violation of my human rights under article 8.
Not to mention those of my daughters.
In fact at this stage the arresting officer had major egg on his face- and he needed something else
to nail me with... he needed a “ motivated complainant” … a complainant who was willing to lie
barefaced in an open court – with conviction and determination and her hand on the bible... the
police and social services easily manged that by saying ...” you either tell “ the truth” or go to jail
and lose your kids!”(...our truth by the way- the fit up truth)
At this point I could take it no more. I could not ignore a cry for help from my son. He was being
brainwashed daily into believing I had done terrible bad thing.... I learned later on that this is
called “ parental alienation syndrome” - Its when the children are used like pawns in a chess
game. I refused to play this game of “ monkey in the middle” - instead I said to my so...
” these things are not true – pray for your mother – look after everyone – you're the man of the
house now- go to school my son- make me proud- I love you!”
I must say here categorically my son did not give me the address of the refuge. He is innocent. Yet
he was pressurized to say he did- I knew my family were in Croydon...that much the Social Services
were willing to tell me. Otherwise they treated me like I'd come from another planet...I was told to
“Be reasonable”...
That was the last straw that broke the camels back...I went on a criminal damage rampage
spraypainting and blogging my way into a place I could not escape from... thats what rage will do
to you... its about learning to transform it into passion.
On September 1st against all odds I sued my wife for divorce on the grounds of “unreasonable
behavior” - and took out a contact order( at the Family High Court in High Holborn) – my wife
came to court with DC Wedger – and the judge deferred the case to October – On September 11th I
was again arrested . This time on allegations of rape- assault- and intimidation.... the next day I
was charged and remanded into custody...bail was refused thanks to Ewelina's evil Co-
Conspirator- Marie Simmonds- Parnes.
The first 3 weeks I spent in the segregation block of HMP Wormwood Scrubs. I was then transferred
to HMP Brixton . The case was set for trial in March 2009.
On the 17th October, 2008 whilst I was in the library; I was attacked AND STABBED in the face by
two inmates. - One a Jamaican – the other a Lithuanian)...I suffered a traumatic breakdown and
was sent to the health-care wing...for 2 months.
Eventually( after a 35 day hunger strike)- I recovered enough to be transferred to HMP
Wandsworth prison which has housed Ronnie Biggs the famous – infamous trainrobber who went to
Brazil after escaping from the prison...and Oscar Wilde...I then sacked my solicitor – Mohammed
Ullah and my QC barrister John Burton... and the trial was postponed to July.
The legal representation I received was terrible – the end result was that I was badly let down... I
sacked the next lot too – Kaim Todner...and the trial was again postponed to September 30th, 2009.
One week before the trial began four assault charges were added to the indictment – without clear
evidence...the trial was a complete and utter farce. I contracted food poisoning along with 174
other inmates and was quarantined for 3 days so I couldn't meet with my barrister and give
evidence. They amended the indictment yet again...not giving us enough time or facilities to prepare
our case. I was so upset by this violation of legal process that I couldn't sleep – after 3 nights of not
sleeping I asked for help to sleep- medication was refused each night when I came in and each
morning when I left the prison to go to the crown court.
On Monday, October 19th – the day Ludvig Kennedy died... an incomplete jury of 10 found me
guilty of rape, assault and witness intimidation.
The very day Ludvig Kennedy , champion of justice – died – I was convicted – or more aptly...
“ STATE RAPED!”
That was it...I couldnt handle anymore... I cut my wrists ..I wanted to remember that notorious
blight on human history...that day...I wanted NEVER NEVER to forget!
I spent a year on suicide watch. And for anyone that doesn't know...its another form of
psychological torture... I've attempted an overdose as well as several attempts at hanging myself.
But each time I tried to kill myself- something inside me stopped me from going completely off the
edge...perhaps it was my ego- the prayers people said for me....or my own prayers and my own
spirit that belongs to God...
but the nightmare had taken its toll...the pressure...the stress... my hair turned grey and I lost about
30 kilograms ...one third of the bodyweight I went into prison with.
I decided not to go back to the fascist court and chose to do the sentencing by videolink...I realized I
might either kill myself or someone who got in my way... but I was strangely calm when I got
sentenced... detached...
I set my face like flint... just as the word of God advised me to. ( Isaiah 50. )- my sentencing was on
February 10th , 2010... a day that will not only be etched in my memory by live in the annals of
British Judicial infamy... forever!
New American Standard Bible (©1995)
For the Lord GOD helps Me, Therefore, I am not disgraced; Therefore, I have set My face
like flint, And I know that I will not be ashamed.
But the worst was over...or was it? They had done what they wanted to do to me... perhaps not
100% but it was around 75% - and to add further salt to my wounds I was wrongly convicted of an
extra charge ( which I had already been found not guilty of)... and they put an extra year on top of
the 12!- extra judicially!!!-
I didn't give up. (It would take 2 full years to fight for my eventual freedom day) … but I would
begin to reverse the process of their diabolical evil by Gods grace. At the time of writing this I had
already spent two full years in prison...I've not worked a single day- despite it being compulsory;
I've written 3 books and won the governors art prize as well as resuming my degree through Open
University and attaining a Journalism diploma through the Kensington & Chelsea College. My
supporters and friends have continued to strengthen my campaign for justice with money- prayersgifts-
letters and visits.
To summarize this ordeal; there is NO winners in family feuds... no winners at all...everyone
loses...except the public and private servants who profit from your misery and demise.
It is simply just business for them- nothing personal... you are just another statistic... without
criminals they – the lawyers- judges- journalists-police men- prison officers would be out of
business... does crime pay? At £500 per hour for a barrister...I would say ...what a question...
Of course it does!...
However, a war is not over until the final battle is won... everyone has a Mount Everest to climb
...its the journey that counts- not the destination... but if you are fortunate enough to reach the top...
to reach your destination... all well and good.
In the end...its all about focus...and perception. The greatest prison for human beings is the prison
within... and what keeps one locked in it is our fear... until we realize that there are no locks and no
bars... that we have the power to free ourselves by emancipating our thoughts... and releasing our
light... our love and our ability to fly – by simply believing in the God of humanity... until then ...we
are never free...
I live today in 2010 and I will in 2014... when my time is supposed to be up... unafraid of the
future...I live free in my body because truth, righteousness,justice and God IS on my side. Truly.
People hate what they cannot understand; and suppress what they are in denial of...this is the End of
one war and the Beginning of a greater one.
This war will only end when justice – TRUE justice is served... there is a great storm coming ...a
great cloud coming over this land...and when it comes it will come very suddenly...
May God have mercy on us all when it does.
Heres a Haiku I wrote in Uganda and completed in Wandworth.
VICTORIOUS
I ANOTHER YOU
LOVE FOREVER LOVE
FREEDOM IS TRUE.
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Chronological Dateline:
1. Jan, 2006- May 2006. Wifes affair with Jan Hic and possibly other lodgers.
2. Jan, 2006-February , 2006 : Trip to Dahab,Sinai, Egypt to convene Worlds First Healing
Retreat. Vision for a Jerusalem Hug Circle expressed.( Later this was realized by Eliyahu Mc
Clean of Jerusalem Peacemakers and others)
3. March , 2006 : 23 people including some foreign tourists die as a result of a terrorist following
the gathering in Dahab- and the Dahab Rainbow Peacewalk through the city.
4.April, 2006- June ,2006 : Peace Caravan to Jerusalem from London (overland)– attended 1st
Peace in the Middle East Gathering in Anatolia. Vision for peace gathering in Jordan shared also
at the Israeli Rainbow.
5. August,2006- September , 2006 : Twist knee doing Zulu Dancing at the 1st English European
Rainbow – which I envisioned more than 10 years previously...and focalised/convened in Yorkshire
near Skipton by uniting the tribes.
6.September , 2006: Visit to Russia and Siberia...1st One World Gathering in Altai Mountains,
Russia. Twist knee after rock climbing to get a view of Mount Belucha.
7. October , 2006: Ewelina's “ semi- confession” after my own confession...wifes subsequent
breakdown. Alleged anal rape ( initially she claimed it was in Oct 2007 one year afterwards)- “ 7
times in 7 days” ( sic). Twist knee again in living room after dancing Russian Kafka style to Victor
Tsoi's rock music. She cuts hair after losing it. We visit ALTON Towers with the kids and I take her
to the GP.
8. December , 2006 : Visit to Poland & Israel. Vision crystallized for 1st Oriental Rainbow
Gathering. I take my wife to the theater to watch “ The Producers”- visit to Northwick Park
Hospital- purchase of wedding dress in second hand shop for £40. Marriage counseling with Pastor
Uche. Decision to renew wedding vows. I buy expensive ruby red necklace jewelery for Ewelina in
Israel-( Swarotzsky. )...dinners out etc... to promote reconciliation...everything I could.
….............................................................................
2007- Dateline
1. January , 2007 : Ewelina visits psychiatrist – no mention of alleged rape. Sex games over skype
in Amman. I visit Jordan with my son during this time for 8 days. Terrorist bomb ( first one in Eilat,
Israel) 300 meters from our hotel kills three. Miracle rainbow in the desert ( first in 15 years)of
Wadi Rum at the 1st Oriental Rainbow Gathering.600 attendees.
2. February- March 2007: Visit to South Africa to prepare for emigration of our family later.
3. April 2007: Wife confesses to full extent of the affair with Jan Hic. Marriage counseling with
Pastor Uche and his wife of Joyful Assemblies.
4. May-June 2007: Wife visits Spain for a short break. Visit to Swindon to learn more about
homeschooling. Ewelina in agreement.
5. July- September 2007: I visit Portugal & Spain to pick up my Volvo and to visit Praia del Luz to
lend support for the Find Madeleine Campaign. I help focalise the 1st Bosnian /Balkan Rainbow
Gathering and visit Bosnia and Croatia.
6. October 2007: I visit East Africa for nearly 3 weeks to scout for future home and to support the
80 orphans I spiritually adopt who were being threatened by homelessness. Twist knee – this time
rupturing the ligament completely.
7. November , 2007 : 1st knee op ( arthroscopy) in Northwick Park Hospital. Rainbow Homeschool
begins at home as we decide to take out the kids from formal school.
8. December 2007: Trip with entire family to Poland- wife has anal child rape dream... allegedly
from God... medical trials begin.
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2008 Dateline:
January, 2008 : Return from Poland. Canceled tickets to South Africa losing £1500 – money
problems. Gas cut. Freezing cold in house. Bailiffs coming to collect- landlord threatens to evict us.
Car towed on a Sunday. Medical trials go wrong and I get ill. Wife has breakdown after believing
from her dream that I had raped my daughter. It was a totally crap month- but we did have one
good night in Paris!
February, 2008: 1st -3rd Ewelina has fake breakdown.( more like psychotic fit)
4th I get arrested on false allegations of child rape. Released on bail same day.
5th Meeting with Yvonne Lewers of Brent Social Services- chance meeting with my ex wife.- no
evidence of mental breakdown.
6th- All my personal property including children's savings books tossed onto the pavement.
7th Children abducted by Social Services and my wife -taken to Women Refuge in Croydon.
Threatened with 12 years in prison ( recorded telephone call between father and Ewelina)
25th- 26th Knee op in Middlesex Hospital.
March -April 2008: One months physiotherapy in Tunbridge Wells. One Month on crutches.
May 1st , 2008 : Answer to bail – Wembley Station – visit to Ukraine & Poland for Steel deal and
teaching experience.
May 31st , 2008 : Jeremias – my son calls me on phone .Asks for help says he misses me. I
immediately sue for divorce.
June – August ,2008: Rebuild health and business, answer bail ( august 1st – Join Families need
Fathers – FNF) Apply for contact order through the family court. Convert my anger and frustration
into a blog entitled ...” Dr Jecklina & Mrs Hyde – this enrages her. She subsequently makes further
false allegations. Some property returned on August 1st.
September 1st : Application hearing at family court. High Holborn with my McKenzie Vincent Mc
Govern.
September 11th : Answered bail missing date with Madonna at Wembey stadium. Rearrested on
fresh false allegations- this time they throw the book and unleash Pandora's Box... 5 and a half
hour interrogation by DC Wedger.
September 12th, 2008 : Charged & remanded in custody on 9 counts of rape, assault and
intimidation...all lies...all lies...!
I spend 12 day on my first hunger strike during my 3 week visit to HMP Wormwood Scrubs- ( in the
segregation block)- placed immediately on the MAPPA register.
October 17th, 2008: Stabbed in the face with a pen- narrowly losing my left eye...in the library of
HMP Brixton- a “ warning” from the establishment – I receive 6 stitches and go on a 35 day
hunger strike. Placed on suicide watch ( ACCT) Transferred to the Healthcare wing.
November 7th , 2008 : Plea hearing at Inner London Crown Court near Southwark.
December , 2008: Arrival at Onslow Wing for Vps ( Vulnerable Prisoners) at HMP Wandsworth
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2009 Dateline:
January , 2009 : Sacked Mohamed Ullah Solicitors for incompetence and failing to take my
instructions. Transfer to Kaim Todner. Pretrial defense statement issued by QC John Burton ( Who
I also fire). Prosecution does not comply for disclosures.
March , 2009: Trial postponed from March 2nd, to July 6th . Issue new instructions to new solicitor.
July , 2009 : Sack third solicitor for incompetence after second one mysteriously transfers to
another firm. Trial date set initially for February, 2010 then changed to September – October 2009.
No adequate pre-trial hearings of evidence done. Instruct new solicitor&barrister – Sarj
Patel&Laura Brickman of Darryl Ingram- (worst of the lot!)
September 2009: 4 counts of ABH added to indictment to strengthen prosecution case-(no evidence)
Prosecution skeleton argument issued. No pretrial admissibility argument – Justice Mervyn Roberts
, Court No 9 South Inner Crown Court London presiding. Prosecutor Neena Crinion
appointed( Militant feminist leanings)- Defense Barrister Laura Brickman.
Food poisoning one week before trial- initially thought to be Nora Virus. Sleep deprivation before
trial and during. Medication refused by Dr. Bun- prison doctor.
September 30th : Trial begins with 12 jurors.
September 30th – October 19th: Trial proceedings begin. Indictment amended during trial . Two
jurors drop out ( for unknown reasons)- defense witnesses prevented from giving evidenceconviction
on 12 counts out of 13 – I remain on suicide watch ( ACCT)
November- December 2009: Psychiatric assessment by Dr. Levy. Pre- sentence by sexist officer
Sarah Viner on videolink.
Dateline 2010:
1.January 2010: I refuse to attend court for sentencing.
2. February , 10th , 2010: Sentenced via videolink. I sack barrister after her lackluster performance.
Engage Mordi & Co. as appeal solicitors after first appeal rejected by single judge ( appeal drafted
by trial barrister Laura Brickman.
3. March,2010-August 2010: I come off suicide watch, engage in forensic counselling and anti
depressant medication (Mirtazipine) to assist with sleep and eating disorders and improve mood.
Falsely convicted on Count 13 – despite a not guilty verdict by the jury...later expunged after much
legal wrangling. Start to gain weight . I launch appeal myself drafting out my own reasons with my
own hand after studying the law in prison library. I start studying with the open university and doing
drama, creative writing and art classes.
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( Countdown to an Execution) : A chronology of Events
To put this complex narrative into some kind of order ; I've decided to enlighten the reader to what
happened and when. What happened was a gradual escalation of events that broke out into OPEN
WAR! This was no ordinary marriage and family breakdown, nor your average acrimonious
divorce and custody struggle- this was a bloodfeud- a war- a v for vendetta !This war sucked in
more and more people into its vortex as time went on; until the spiral of disaster led to a crown
court trial...and from there it descended into the darkest abyss!
My ex wife knew what she wanted from the outset of this “ war of the Dentons” in February 2008.
She wanted revenge...revenge...revenge...pure and simple. In Slavic cultures its called “ duvka” or
vendetta unto death...In practical terms it was a struggle for power- domination- control...but also
of hate -revenge- and cursing.... it was very personal.
Throughout the Balkans – and even in small villages in Anatolia; these feuds sometimes go back
hundreds if not thousands of years- sometimes ending in genocide and ethnic cleansing...but these
blood feuds whether its emanating from the enmity of the children of Ishmael towards the children
of Isaac or the descendants of Jacob against Esau are all deeply rooted in tribal psyches..and not
only was my wife tribal- but she was also primal.
“ Hell hath no fury than a woman scorned!”
As a Christian believer I am supposed to lay aside these things and strive for a higher path. Jesus
says we should LOVE our enemies – BLESS those who curse us; and PRAY for those who persecute
us. What this means is by not taking up the sword , I become the victim... my strategy was to HOPE
that through the courts this family dispute or feud would be resolved.
But as time progressed I began to realize that I had been targetted for persecution and for
prosecution. This is why its vital to understand the sequence of events that took place in
chronological order.
I shall begin with my wifes affair – we were renting a 10 bedroom house in Wembley from
2004-2006.It was there that my ex wife befriended a lodger from Slovakia named Jan Hic.
There was at this time another Polish female lodger called Dominika Szechplik – she was a pretty
loose woman about 28 years old who had slept with most of the single men in the house and her
Asian employers. One day she came to me and said she fancied this guy called Jan- Jan was a
charismatic suave looking guy with a questionable background who claimed he had been in the
French Foreign legion- he was a bit of a conman- but he paid the rent. I could see he had
leadership capacity and watched his movements with interest.
I introduced Jan to Dominika and they had a one night stand. I even gave him a lift to Dominica's
place ( she had moved out) where he stayed the night-
The next day she started bragging to my wifes sister ( Elzbieta -Ella-Baran) and to my wife Ewelina
about what wonderful sex she had had and how large his penis was... And to be fair this guy was a
smooth customer. Later on I noticed my wife and Jan flirting with each other- she had done this
before in Israel with a Dutch guy- but I tried to ignore it and give it no energy.
I must say with ALL my heart my wife – my wife was NEVER lonely- sad maybe – but NEVER
lonely. She had at least 15-20 people or more coming and going everyday in and out of the
house...many people to talk to plus she had her children and her friends and family. No,this was a
pure case of sexual attraction- fatal attraction- she just fancied him pure and simple. The only thing
missing in this scenario was the opportunity to have a fullon liason- and the place to do it in....
before too long the universe provided both time- place and opportunity.
In December 2005 I took another house in Wembley. We moved there as a family in 2006 –
January ...it was a great blessing from God – I took the opportunity to take my son on a holiday to
Sinai- Egypt. All my wife had to do was close up our affairs in the 10 roomed house and move to
our new home. We had money … we were prospering... my wife was neither sad nor lonely.
Later she claimed she did it so I would divorce her for adultery. The truth is she felt ashamed and
guilty for her betrayal at a moment when things were very well for our family. The kids were going
to school- we were making money and everyone was healthy and happy.
This feeling of worthlessness and guilt stemmed form her adultery – not because as she claimed
because of the anal sex or domestic violence. This is rubbish.
Looking back now I probably should not have gone to Egypt when I did- it was a transitional time
from one home to another...we had problems with the Pakistani landlord Mr Choudry who didn't
want to return our deposit and the lodgers were giving us trouble as well. She probably couldn't
handle the extra stress. I must say this- this room renting business was her responsibility- it was
something for her to do and I wanted her to learn how to run a household. From my part I
acknowledge my mistake... but it certainly was not motivated form selfishness.
I felt at the time that she had enough support to get through this crisis alone. I was only gone for 6
weeks. I had instructed a friend Mr. Leslie Lubelle ( the next door neighbor) to watch over the
place- and my wife...In fact my last words before I left for Frankfurt for Sharm El Sheikh were :
“ Ewelina, if you cant handle things – I will cancel my mission immediately!”
My mission to Egypt was extremely successful – I organized the 1st World Healing Retreat in the
Middle East – made a short film entitled “ Into The Rubicon” and spent quality time bonding with
my son Jeremias.
2006 was a year where many of my dreams came true. Dreams I had been working on for years
over 20 years in fact. I was a convener – a “ focaliser”of rainbow peace& love gatherings-
Juggling those commitments with work and family life was very difficult. It meant sacrifice. But I
believed that my primary vocation was as an evangelist – Ewelina my wife knew this was the man
she had fell in love with and married- I was a Christian, a Rainbow Warrior and traveler long
before I met her. It was already in my DNA. Perhaps it was selfish...perhaps even egocentric...but
that is the nature of a man...a man must do what a man must do...
Throughout history “ selfish- egotistic” men from Buddha -Jesus and Mohammed to Richard The
Lionheart, Alexander the Great to Adolf Hitler- Mahatma Gandhi to Nelson Mandela- Einstein to
Martin Luther King – Howard Hughes to Neil Armstrong-Abraham Lincoln-JFK- Robin Knox
Johnson to Sir Edmund Hillary and Roald Amundsen and David Livingstone- David Attenborough-
William the Conqueror and William Carey...Oscar Wilde- John Bunyan- Leo Tolstoy – Louis
Pasteur- Elon Musk and yes- even Trotsky... all great men and women have shared a common fire
that burns in their hearts to accomplish their destiny- what the universe has planet deep within
their souls.
All great persons strive to express their greatness. And this often means they have to make difficult
personal decisions. Decisions that lead them often to bankruptcy- ridicule- imprisonmentdivorce-
martyrdom- exile and even assassination and death. Choices that separate them from their
loved ones, their freedom and acceptance from mainstream society... this is what really
distinguishes a GREAT man from a FAILED man...his drive – his sacrifice...and yes, even his ego.
But it is these true actions of a driven man that turn mediocrity into sheer greatness and indeed
...history itself.
Being normal for a driven man is never an option and if it were so human achievement would
remain undiscovered- potential untapped and exploits uncommon...
So are these actions done for the “greater good” , selfish...egotistical- NO! … they are HONEST!
There is no greater crime than a wasted life. Sometimes true courage requires great personal
sacrifice. Someone has to do it. If not you- then WHO?!- if not NOW...then WHEN?!
And it is in this context that I acted to organise these peace gatherings in Egypt- Jordan-Turkey-
England – Russia and South Africa. I had been involved in the Rainbow Movement for 25 years and
as an evangelist and activist my goals and agenda define my destiny. How I live is important to me.
As a family man I was also committed by a covenant I had made to God to honor my marriage and
my family. I had provided for my children and my wife as any man would...
2006 was a busy year. After Egypt I focalised meetings in Turkey- Bosnia- Altai-England- Spainand
Jordan. The England Gathering was a very difficult one and took a year of constant monthly
meetings every full moon and almost daily communications via the Internet -face to face and
telephone... at the same time I was concerned about my son Jeremias as he was being bullied at
school.
I had also started a blog for airships and an association based in Berlin ( “ AIRSHIPWORLD”)
My wife began to feel she was a bit part in this movie I was in... although she did design the
invitation of the England gathering. These feelings of inadequacy eventually turned into envyjealousy-
frustration and yes...even resentment and hatred. She felt she was losing control of her life
and her children...and she felt the need to dominate and control me as a result. She would stand at
the bottom of the stairs every night in her silk nightgown and call me up to bed to have sex with
her... demanding me to come... but I simply did not feel like it... I was dealing with my own demons (
midlife crisis- bills etc)-
I started to put on weight – drinking more- and arguing with my wife over trivial things...sex
became boring- instead I converted my sexual energy into my work as a gardener and the time on
the computer increased... we were going in separate directions each day... trust was no longer
there... subconsciously I felt far away form my wife... a marriage breakdown usually builds up over
time its rarely a 5 minute thing. My wife all this time was hiding the affair from me.
In August 2006 I hired a bus and set up camp in Yorkshire near Skipton. The Rainbow Gathering
attracted about 5000 over the month and a half that it was going on... they came from all over the
world and from all over the British isles. I set up the “ Jesus Camp” with a 12 man tent I had
recently bought for the purpose. A missionary group called “ The Family” joined us. It was at this
gathering that two important events took place which later had a bearing on my prosecution.
The first event was a fight my wife had with another woman who claimed she was a witch and that
Christianity had ruined her life- and her sons life. She stole the flags we had put up and a fight then
ensued.
The second event was the twisting of my knee whilst doing a Zulu Dance in the main food circle
after the meal. I had to in fact be carried off on a stretcher to the tent I was staying in. On the way
there I was being attended by two doctors from Austria and Germany. I couldn't walk it was that
painful.
My daughter Anastasia saw me in pain and thought I was going to die- she said: “ If my daddy dies
and goes to Jesus , I wanna go with him...I don't want to live without my daddy!” She was crying
for her father and it touched my heart very deeply as nothing else that could.
To a father and daughter with this level of love between them – this was the greatest honor I could
possibly hope for and I even started to cry- not from the pain( even though it was great)- from the
love she had for me. And to a jealous wife looking on... this was the start of the envious – possessive
seed that began to germinate in the heart of my wife and to which I shall refer to at a later stage.
When I returned to London I went to the doctor who recommended an Xray and a possible surgical
procedure. After around tow weeks I felt better enough to wlak and decided to risk going to the
Altai Mountains in Siberia. I thought the wound would heal and I would be fit enough to endure this
trip despite my recent injury. I also went to visit some old friends in Moscow and to sign a contract
for an agency deal for Rosaero systems to sell their products in Africa.
Early in October , 2006 I returned from Russia. I recall twisting my knee on a walk in the Altai
mountains whilst trying to view Mount Belucha in Kazakhstan- in fact I recall twisting my knee
again in the living room( on my return from Russia )-whilst dancing to a Victor Tsoi song. I recall
beign advised by my doctor to rest and support the knee and NOT to exert the left knee in any way.
This was crucial evidence that was very important and was NEVER used at my trial depsite my
instructions to my solicitor Daryl Ingram & Co. They just did not care...in fact my own solicitor
thought I was guilty and didn't go the extra mile on purpose!
So the inept barrister – Laura Brickman and the bigot judge both didn't give a damn whether or not
I got a fair trial... it was all a frame up...a conspiracy... they were simply going through the
motions.
On or about Friday , October 6th , 2006 my wife confessed to an affair lasting around 6 months. She
confessed to this affair after I had confessed to having a one night stand with a Russian doctor.
It was decided – amicably I might add... that the state of our marriage was at boiling point ; and
my wife agreed to stay with a friend for a few days... ( Marie Donata)- Despite everything said
against me – I did not beat her or strike her...I simply needed time to digest these revelations – I
may have said...”Thats it – from today no more domestic violence-”- (meaning I did not want to
solve the problem violently as she might have expected I would- why because she expected a
reaction- and I simply would not give her the pleasure- I was tired.)...My wife returned the next
day- begging me to take her back... she said: “ If you send me away – I'll understand – only let me
see the children from time to time!”
I thought about it for a moment ( it was a Saturday morning): “ Ewelina, you are the mother of the
children- how could I possibly send you away?”
She asked me what she should do. I responded by saying : “ Ewelina , I forgive you ; but I want
you to cut from this man...delete his number and his email...and I want to know all the details of
your affair.” She agreed...we kissed and I let her in the house again.
But the truth is she didn't tell me the whole truth at all. She continued to lie. She had slept with this
guy in a local travel lodge and in a local park ( she even took me to the bench where they had made
love)- but it turned out to be a fabrication... I believed her... she said she had made love – on a cold
February night... on a public park bench!She said she was drunk at the time.
At the time I wanted to believe her. I tried to move into the place of forgiveness- but something
inside me didn't believe her...I felt less and less sexually attracted to her as the days went by. It is
important to note here that the real truth only came out next year in May 2007. This never came out
at trial. It was like everything exonerating me ...suppressed.
This is an important incident as it shows that the prosecutions assertions were wrong ….its
simple.... a wife commits adultery in a hotel is less likely to cause outrage as an affair committed in
the marital home and in the marital bed- defiling both. By deduction a crime of passion is the
motivation of an alleged rape..
There were arguments in our marriage- just like any marriage.... there were accusations and
counter accusations... but there was NO rape...nor was there extreme domestic violence – certainly
not on my part. The days following her confession were an attempt to strengthen and normalise
relations...we went to church that Sunday ( Oct 8th) – I took the kids out of school on the Mnday and
Tuesday ( because I felt we needed healing family time)- We went on a Tuesday to Alton Towers , its
a 5 hour journey there and back....and , there were multiple bumpy rollercoaster rides... and yes...I
even video taped our outing...( with Ewelina having long hair)...My barrister,Laura Brickman and
solicitor- Sarj Patel even got that fact wrong!...that was crucial because they showed the video at
the trial...but it wasn't dated!- I've made a timeline which will put it all into perspective.
In the bedroom things were not normal...but I didn't beat her as she claimed I did ( we had lodgers
and they would have heard it- our walls were thin plasterboard)... and I certainly didn't rape her...I
do remember when we had consensual anal sex – it was probably around the first or second week
of October , 2006. As I had mentioned earlier; it was something we had talked about doing for
years...but had never tried.
After the affair was out on the open we agreed to actively try to improve our sex life – and it was
agreed that we would try anal sex to start off with. It was with the idea of spicing up our marriage
and adding a new dimension to our bedroom life. I will go into this in detail at a later stage.
What I can say for sure was that the affair was the catalyst for this “ new deal” in the bedroom. My
wife consented to six acts of anal sex because she “ deserved it-I dont know if this was just pillow
talk to get me excited or if she actually believed what she was saying...I realize now that she
probably meant it.
The reason it was the number six is because she confessed she had slet with this guy six times. My
wife also consented to oral sex for the very first time in our marriage. This occurred around
January 2007 after my return from Jordan. During this time she had exposed herself on skype –
showing her boobs to me – and dared me to “ punish her”...again, I will go into this at a later
stage.
Following the chronology of events after I returned from Russia I remember my knee needed
medical attention- I went to the doctor and I bought a knee brace...X- RAYS will confirm this( in
fact I got the x rays form the hospital but again- this evidence was suppressed) … and here comes
the point...a brutal- sustained and VIOLENT sexual act that puts strain on a severely injured knee
would have been practically impossible as I was already in pain having injured it the previous
week. In fact some time later I needed an ACL operation because the ligament was actually torn.
On the evening of the 12th October my ex wife awoke in the middle of the night – went to the dresser
table – took a pair of large scissors from the drawer ...and then in complete darkness … she cut off
all her hair.
In the morning when she realized what she had done and saw her short hair... she looked at me in
shock and said: “ Robin- why did you cut my hair? “ I replied: “ Ewelina...you cut your own
hair...I didn't cut it....!”
At first she didn't believe me ...I then described to her what had happened – she then said: “ The
devil made me do it... “I'm sick Robin...take me to mental hospital...I need to go to hospital for
sick people!” At this point her eyes were bulging out of her sockets like a goldfish... the pupils were
dilated ...and I was scared and confused. I honestly did not know what to do. At this point I phoned
a Dr. Peter Parnes who is supposed to be a psychologist , a criminal psychologist... he
recommended I take her immediately to a GP. ( General practitioner)...and this is what I did...
I could have taken her to the nearby Northwick Park A &E and they would have probably
sectioned her for 30 days if I had told them what I had witnessed in that bedroom. But I didn't...I
kept my mouth shut. Dr Parnes failed to give a statement corroborating this which undermined my
defense... he was afraid of the negative publicity if I was convicted...that after I looked after his son
for 5 years....!
So I took my wife to the doctors rooms of Dr Jilali – but Ewelina refused to get out of the Suzuki I
was driving... Eventually I persuaded the doctor to come out to the car and speak to her... this was
on Friday, October 13th, 2006. Later I too my wife to a proper hairdressers in Golders Green and
some Albanian hairdressers charged me £40 for the privilege.
My only conclusion after all of this was that my wife was feeling an overwhelming – and I might
add -warranted sense of worthlessness and guilt over the affair- why? Because the Holy Spirit had
convicted her of her sin and she had lied to me and to the Holy Spirit... she had sinned against the
Holy Spirit rather than come clean once and for all with the full truth. And once she had done it
once... she continued on this path...this is why she felt guilty and worthless.
SHE HAD A DEVIL IN HER THAT WOULDNT COME OUT AND WOULDNT TELL THE
TRUTH!AN EVIL SPIRIT. SHE WAS POSSESSED! ( Again – I will address this later on in the book
in detail)
Despite her strange behavior and requests to be admitted into a mental institution ; I believed all
she needed was some rest. I then told my wife we should take off our wedding rings until we could
renew our marriage vows...in fact a pastor Uche and his wife agreed to marry us in his church we
were attending- joyful assemblies.
I at this time thought it was best and better to do it on our return to Africa. We then made a plan to
return to South Africa and become full-time missionaries with a Christian group called YWAM-
( Youth with a Mission)
In fact we even bought a wedding dress. I bought my wife some jewelery in Israel from a boutique
shop- red ruby crystal I think it was – a beautiful necklace for the love of my life. We went to the
theater ...dinner... we went to see the comedy play- “ The Producers” a play based on the movie
written by Mel Brooks ( “Springtime for Hitler & Germany!“)...
In January 2007 Ewelina visited a psychiatrist for the first time. I was in Jordan a the 1st Oriental
Rainbow Gathering ...it was a complete success. I took my son with me and he throughly enjoyed
it... learning bush-craft and a few magic tricks from some Japanese travelers.... everyone loved
Jeremias...(He loved climbing and walking and I wanted to school him in leadership)- and even
lately when I returned to the Holy Land after 6 years – they asked me: “Wheres your son?” All I
could say was: “ I don't know!- I haven't seen him for over 5 years!”
In February 2007 I went to South Africa to initiate the process of our return- I spent nearly 2
months in Africa preparing the way. I bought a Mercedes Benz in Cape Town and drove it up to
Durban- I scouted possible homes and made connections with some local ministries- all in
preparation for our imminent emigration. In March of 2007 I returned to England. Everything was
going well and it seemed even our relationship was beginning to improve.
It was on my return from Africa that Ewelina dropped another bombshell. She had brought her
lover or lovers to the marital bed. She had defiled the marital home and bed. She had not told the
truth about the affair despite being asked to. Arguments inevitably ensued. We tried marriage
counseling – Ewelina had one of her “ breakdowns”- this time I suggested she go for a holiday to
Spain. She did.
I tried to look introspectively to see if I were the one putting too much strain on Ewelina...I came to
the conclusion that she needed a break to recharge her batteries. I honestly don't know what she
was telling was true and what was not... she had a problem confronting the truth... she would rather
lie about it and play the victim that tell the truth- that is and always has been ...her character... and
I must admit... shes a damn good liar! She certainly fooled me.
It was during this time that my relationship with my daughter grew and I began to show her more
attention and love as her father. Anastasia in character was very much like me. Impetuous,
fierce,passionate...original. But also a stubborn and strong personality. Our bond as Father and
daughter grew ever deeper during this time when the bond of trust between my wife and I began to
deteriorate. I simply could not believe anything my wife said as I kept finding out something new
which she had “ forgotten “ to tell me. Her later excuse was that she was afraid of me that I would
hurt her... this of course was totally untrue.
I JUST DID NOT KNOW WHAT TO BELIEVE ANYMORE.
I felt increasingly cold towards Ewelina my relationship with Anastasia grew closer- and this in
turn empowered Anastasia to become more assertive with my wife when she was bullied. When
Ewelina began feeling dis-empowered she began to grow envious and jealous of my ( natural )
relationship of paternal love with my daughter. In fact she felt more and more insecure within
herself and more and more jealous and possessive to anything and anyone I gave my love and my
attention to...even my computer!
She sought to manipulate- dominate and control me and my children through her abusive behavior
and frequent mental breakdowns bipolar episodes... as a result we as a family all suffered from her
emotional, physical and mental domestic violence.
I will go into this into finer detail later on in another chapter.
My wife returned refreshed from Spain. I continued to work as a gardener in my company “ Shalom
Gardens”...my knee seemed to have healed so I decided not to go for an operation...
Around August I went to Bosnia and Croatia. I again furthered my peace-work and visions for
peace in the Balkans. I also assisted to bring about the vision of an Iberian Rainbow Family. On my
return I decided it was time we prepared in earnest for our imminent return to South Africa.
We started by visiting a Christian Homeschooling Academy in Swindon. My wife was in complete
agreement with me and came to the seminar to learn more. Later on we started our own “ Rainbow
School in our living room... I'll come to that later.
In October, 2007 I went to Kenya – Uganda and Tanzania...on a mission to help save a childrens
home in the townships of Kampala. The mission was successful and it was documented on my sony
video camera...Later this event was used against me to strengthen the argument that I was a
paedophile( sic).
This trip to East Africa was the groundwork of my future plans in the region to create a Volunteers
Hostel Franchise.
My initial vision for Uganda was to purchase a large tract of farmland to set up an ecovillage and
community. I believed and still do that East Africa is a key place to developing greater
understanding of the human condition and its relationship with the Earth and all its beings.
My vision included the set up of an International Volunteer Hostel and Peace Academy in the
foothills of Kilimanjaro near Arusha in Tanzania. To this effect I had meetings with prominent
businessmen and politicians including the ex Minister of Education of Uganda- I met them through
my contact with GEM – a global network of entrepreneurs and educators.
It was at this meeting at the Hotel Speke where I was to meet with Dr. Babu that I stepped offf the
pavement and into a pothole- the streetlighting was not very good... and promptly ruptured my left
knee completely. I was in terrible pain and could not even get up off the ground. Fortunately , a
Japnese student and her friend came to assist me and I carried off the meeting by controlling the
pain with a few double gins and tonic and paracetamol.
The following day I got on the bus to Mombassa and back to Britain. I was in a lot of pain.
On my return to the UK I went straight to the doctor- he urged immediate surgery as I had ruptured
a ligament in my left knee- its called an ACL injury. ( Accruciated ligament)- Initially I had an
arthroscopy in early November at the Northwick Park Hospital.
Definition:
arthroscopy (also called arthroscopic surgery) is a minimally invasive surgical procedure in which
an examination and sometimes treatment of damage of the interior of a joint is performed using an
arthroscope, a type of endoscope that is inserted into the joint through a small incision.
Arthroscopic procedures can be performed either to evaluate or to treat many orthopaedic
conditions including torn floating cartilage, torn surface cartilage, ACL reconstruction, and
trimming damaged cartilage.
I was still deeply in love with my wife- despite all that had happened...there was no beatings as she
has alleged. This was a fabrication. Our relationship was actually pretty good- she even bought me
a computer an apple mac for £2000 from PC world.
I had made a vow to God to take this woman as my wife for better or for worse- for richer or for
poorer...in sickness and health...til death do us part!...
It was however, a relationship of fire vs wind... earth vs water... we were as I understood it... one
person- united by God in Holy Marriage- One flesh- indivisible. And our characters whilst at times
poles apart- were grounded in our genuine love for our children and for each other. My would give
her anything she asked me...except one thing... a divorce. I was prepared to work through any
difference between us with the Love of God – grace and forgiveness....and a lot of patience and
prayer. I was determined to keep the family together at all costs...even my own humiliation.
I had made a promise to God to love her as Christ loved the Church and to lay my life down for her
if necessary...( but I wouldn't divorce her)...that day would soon come when that promise was tested
and with it my faith in God.
In December 2007 , we went on a months family holiday in my Volvo to Poland. We spent a week in
the small village of Nawynchov- we visited my wifes parents in Jacmierz- South Eastern Poland.
My thinking was thats since we were leaving Europe for good , it would be good for the children to
see their grandparents – Josef and Kristina Sienczak for the last time.
I also believed we needed some family time together away from London and its pressures. It would
be a time to heal any rifts between us. It was – however, not to be... my wifes fear of the future, her
dark paranoid phobias and insecurities- her unstable thoughts and the demons that plagued her
and fed into her psyche... all came to a head in a so called “ dream from God”.
At this point I still didn't fully trust my wife- I still believed she was hiding something from me...
another dark secret.... perhaps another affair- perhaps a tale of child abuse...I didn't know what.
Maybe she didn't really want to serve God as a missionary in Africa after all. Perhaps she was
planning something- We argued a lot and the arguments took their toll on both of us.
I kept telling her- begging her... “ STOP THIS WAR !”I said- “ tell me the truth.... what are you
hiding form me...? In the end I realized if she wanted to continue playing mind games with me- I
would too! And this was a whole new dimension of our marriage war.
The “War of the Dentons” had begun...
And so I led her on and fed into her paranoia and her fear... I mad eher belive all her fears were
true.... perhaps then I could smoke her out I thought and she would blurt out the truth about who
she was fucking behind my back!... who else...!
But she didn't …
Its true, I was also paranoid too... stressed ...and frankly losing my patience!- Who wouldn't – I was
tired of these mind games. We were financially challenged too. We needed to make money for the
journey- fast! Our marriage was on the point of collapse.... It was on the rocks... and we were
struggling to save it.... Because of my knee injury , I was unable to do much physical work in the
garden. I had been on and off crutches at various points since the initial injury in August of 2006.
Instead, we rented out an extra room in the house to make up for the shortfall. I went to Northwick
Park hospital in January to do a medical trial with Paraxel- and almost got poisoned I might add.
This medical trial was for a drug to help cocaine addicts – but they gave us too strong a dose and
everyone vomited profusely... I earned £ 2100- even though I couldn't do physical work in the
garden- I was determined to provide for my family... Ewelina could have also done a trial – But I
never forced her or coerced her... it was always her decision. I did my job as the man of the house.
The airtickets to South Africa were booked for January 12th , 2008- out of Gatwick. We had planned
that my wife and kids would fly out first- at the last moment our invite to YWAM was postponed.
Friends said they couldn't help with accommodation and my parents of course...refused.
My wife got more paranoid and listened to “ friends” advice that I was trying to get rid of her...
take the kids and marry someone else waiting in the wings... “the final solution”- my wife felt she
wasn't wanted and she wasn't appreciated – for whatever reason...and her inadequacy and
jealousy- paranoia and fear turned into hostility and outright hate....she felt like she was a burden
and probably the thought of going alone to South Africa was too much for her to take.
On top of all this my beautiful car got towed away and I lost it... bailiffs were knocking at the
door...the gas had been turned off and it was freezing in the house...( there was a leak on the
street)...and on top of all this we were living in one room and homeschooling the kids...it was a
nightmare.... the final argument came when my wife threatened to falsely accuse me of child abuse (
in front of a witness) to get out of the marriage if I didn't divorce her.
And so I had exposed -finally – the crux- she had shown her true colours... what exactly was in her
heart... she wanted OUT!...AND she was willing to do anything to achieve her goal short of
outright cold blooded murder.
But she didn't have the courage to act alone. She needed believers... she needed support. So
unbeknownst to me she invited her sister to come from Spain to help her to get out of the marriage
and fit me up. In the meantime she faked another nervous breakdown...this happened on February
the 1st , 2008 -( a Friday)...
Whilst I genuinely believed she was actually having her 19th nervous breakdown ( all due to the
mind-games we were playing with each other)...quite miraculously … she recovered only 4 days
later and even went with her sister to Thorpe Park and had a whale of a time to celebrate her
victory at convincing the social services and the police that she was an “ abused woman escaping
extreme domestic violence”- she was a very good actor... and she played her part well. She even
had me fooled.
What I do know is that the day after I was arrested I saw her in the social services office and she
looked 1000% A no. 1 OK... This tells me she was definitely faking it!!!
She was a great actor. Even I couldn't tell when she was lying and when she was telling the truthand
I had lived with her for 12 years!- In fact on Sunday , February 3rd I canceled my trip to Egypt
to focalise the 2nd Oriental Rainbow gathering in Bir El Ugda.
When I was praying about whether I should go or not... the word came to me... “ in sickness and in
health” - I didn't want to be accused of not looking after my wife in her hour of need – and Ewelina
actually said that Sunday Morning 3rd February, 2008- “ stay with me Robin- please...dont go... I
need you!”... But it was just another ruse to ensure I stuck around so I could get arrested and
thrown out of the house “ officially” … and when that happened... it was OPEN season... OPEN
war.
I remember two family “ war” movies In both it was tit for tat that escalated until they nearly kill
each other... - The Smiths and the War of the Roses... they both express how the war of the dentons
escalated from nothing...
It got dirty – as it always inevitably does- why – because of pride- and because theres children
involved...the war of the dentons was a microcosm of the war in the Holy Land- two people fighting
over the right to have custody of the children...and the blessing... the land. To posses the land – in
an esoteric sense what happened to our family was prophetic in every possible way.
And its happening to many many couples ALL OVER THE WORLD... each and every day.... the
difference is that the government is supposed to act as a benevolent adjudicator – and mediator –
In my case it operated as a malevolent and absolute fascist manner.
The truth is the justice system has been poisoned by “ God – Haters”...Secular Extremists-This
certainly is not only dangerous – but also undemocratic and extremely hypocritical … I will go into
this in my analysis of the trial.
On February 5th after spending the night riding on night buses in shock from Trafalgar Square and
back -I finally found refuge from the cold in Northwick Park Hospital on the 13 th floor on the
stairwell. I used cardboard on the cold concrete floor and tried to recover some strength. Outside it
was too cold to sleep. Later that morning I went to pray at the St Josephs Cathedral and to light a
candle for my family.
I then went to the Social Services ( the SS) and met up with Yvonne Lewers – another feminist
bigot- ( most social workers are both female and sexist towards men- its an endemic problem – the
only males are usually compliant wimps or gay)
At around 12 pm I saw Ewelina march into the Social Services arrogant and aggressively with her
sister Ursula right behind her...all signs of her “ breakdown” gone. She was with Anastasia and
Jeremias- Jeremias on seeing me rushed up to hug me – but I drew back from him as I wasn't
allowed to hug him ( no contact order as a bail condition)...thats how evil the system is... it drives a
wedge between family members – even when your completely innocent of any wrongdoing. Thats
how cruel those that run the machine are... they create victims...I felt like someone was stabbing a
knife into my heart ...but this was only the beginning of my nightmare.
The next day I got a phone-call from a friend who says that Ewelina's wicked sisters ( Ursula
sienczak and Ella baran) were burning my things in the garden- tearing up all the photos and
dumping all my possessions on the pavement.
They even had the audacity to try to bribe the local gardener ( a friend of mine- Michael)to Take all
my stuff to the local tip-the dump. Thankfully he refused.
On the 6th February my friend form Rumania collected what was left ( about 20 garbage bags) and
we sorted through it all in the ASDA carpark...I felt angry and humiliated. But more than that , I felt
pity for my wife and tried to fathom what kind of evil spirit , what kind of madness would lead her
to do such a terrible thing.
I cried for her , for my broken home...and especially for my children... and what they were
suffering.
The next day – the 7th of February, 2008 my children were bundled into a taxi along with their
mother crying and begging her- ( I was told this by a witness)- My youngest – Nicole was crying : “
Wheres my daddy?!- Wheres my daddy?...”
Had I been born such a terrible man – a bad father... I don't think they would have shed a tear for
me.... but they did. They did.
The following day ( 8th Feb) I called the arresting officer via my solicitors He said: “ Its not my
problem – I'm not bothered!” This is how callous and cruel the police are in this country. When
you're falsely accused -you're guilty until proven innocent...all you have to do is convince a mug
copper to believe you and bingo...you're a for away.!…
I tried talking to my sister-in -laws “ Christian” Pastor – Billy Boy Reid- an ex con himself. But he
wasn't interested in reconciliation- he had already judged and sentenced me without trial... but even
more was to come.
I had now been rooted out of my home- separated from my wife and kids...all my possessions
scattered to the four winds....including most of my tools- ( some I manged to recover)...and accused
FALSELY...of Child Rape. The most heinous accusation any man- any father could possibly endure.
By this time my wife and children had been moved to a womans refuge in Croydon.
Even as I was collecting my thoughts and trying to rebuild – she was being re- programmed by
resident militant feminists and schooled in the art of the fit up. Even the founder of the womens
refuge movement has publicly stated that it isn't right for vulnerable women to fall under the power
of butch feminists intent on using them as pawns in their own movies.
I was staying with my uncle in Sussex and the stress was so bad I was hitting a bottle of malt
whisky a day... ( I emptied Uncle Ron's 20 year collection- every bottle!) This went on for around 2
months- heavy drinking until I finally had enough strength to start rebuilding my business.
This meant I had to travel on a train 5 hours every day from Sussex to Wembley...It was very hard.
However, within a month I had manged to buy a car and find a storage shed for my tools. I had no
idea of course what was going on behind the scenes until much later.
I must also mention here that I had just come out of another surgical operation on my knee. The
accident in Uganda in October 2007 had ripped my ligament completely and the doctors had to graft
part of my hamstring under my thigh to repair the ACL injury.
Consequently,I was on crutches and doing physio for about two months afterwards. The operation
took place in Middlesex Hospital on February 25th , 2008. It was during this painful transition time
that I was helped by an “angel”- Natalie Wolthenstome. She was handicapped herself A mighty
woman of God who grew up in an orphanage. She triumphed over adversity – hostility and
immobility and this woman took me in. I slept on the couch and every night we prayed. She nursed
me and fed me and looked after me throughout this hard and lonely time. May God bless her!
My Uncle Ronald- a farmer turned gardener and salt of the Earth did the same. It was during these
hard months that support came from the most unexpected quarters. Some of my gardening clients
looked after my tools in their sheds.... some others drove me from job to job- even when I was
barely able to walk. The local Sikh hardware shop gave me a line of credit...and slowly I recovered
from my apocalyptic disaster.
But this was only a lull before the storm... it was only the beginning of what was to come....
You see, it was the faith of those that believed in me that made all the difference and made me see it
through when times got hard....and those people still do- God bless every one of them!
At this time many thoughts were running through my head... all my life Ive run from trouble and
persecution... but after spending a few weeks on a working holiday in Mariupol in the Ukraine- I
realised LOVE is something you must fight for...strive for... stand for.
Besides I've always run on rocket fuel and I've always been a bit of a daredevil... I love a good
scrap- a challenge... Evel Knievel was my hero and role model when I was growing up in Canada in
the 70s.
And...I love adventure- the unpredictable matrix- whether its climbing a mountain like Kilimanjaro
or Everest- meeting rebels from the Congo or sailing through Atlantic storms and 3 storey high
waves...!
I recall driving from London to Jerusalem on a peace caravan...without a spare tyre I might
add...When I met up with the son of the head rabbi of Israel having a barbecue on the Saturday
night after shabbat- he heard my story translated to him and said: “ The messiah is coming soon!”
But thats my life. After a few weeks teaching English and partying – I realized Ukraine was not for
me in the long run. It was a good thing I left in the end a sI was being set up by the local mafia ( for
kidnapping and ransom)...and a conman form New Zealand called Mitch Mitchinson... claimed he
knew Ho chin Minh of Vietnam and many others in the steel industry.
Thats another story in itself.
I kept my bail date on the 1st of May, 2008 and again on the 1st of August .2008- I was on bail for
nearly 9 months. Eventually, I got my computer and a few notebooks back. The police had nothing
on me but were hoping I would lose my cool- its called “ bull-baiting” - in these family cases – they
know how to wind up the men and they just add extra charges on the sheet to strengthen their case.
You may be totally innocent of the main charges but because you were guilty on the minor fit-up
charges the jury see you as guilty of the whole thing... they link up your credibility with the wind up
charges.
Unfortunately for me – I did lose it... not totally – but partially... I couldn't find my center....I was
so confused and disorientated by the shock of losing everything... Sometimes I would get in a bus or
on a train ...and not know where I was... I would suddenly find myself in Brighton or Hove without
realizing it. I felt like someone had ripped the heart from my body.... it came to a nexus point ...a
head... on May 31st, 2008.
I was awoken by a phonecall from my son at around 0826am I believe. At first I couldn't believe it.
I realised after the call that my children were being emotionally abused , brainwashed, blackmailed
and traumatized and “ schooled” in the refuge to hate things all male- and all things relating to their
father. It was totally evil. Totally wrong...but totally “ legal”.
In fact in an interview with the Brent Social services I questioned the social worker directly- I said:
“ Why haven't you had my daughter medically examined ?” ( this after the fake rape allegation of
my ex wife)
This occurred at 14h00pm on February 5th , 2008 in the Children's & Families Services of Brent.
She ( Yvonne Lewers )-replied: “ It would be too traumatic- painful and intrusive !”
-yet despite this assertion – my daughter was indeed medically examined. The line manager stated
that my family were being held in the refuge because of “ extreme domestic violence”- not I might
add … alleged sexual abuse! And that it was... wait for it... “ in the best interests of the children”
This is the bog standard response . I was not informed about the general welfare of my children –
even when I laid an official complaint to the director himself- my solicitor was completely out of his
depth and couldn't remedy the matter either.
It was in that context that my “ friend” Kasper Rucinski sent the hat to the refuge. The truth is that
they were trying to justify their illegal abduction- kidnapping of my children and their immoral
smearing of my reputation and violation of my human rights under article 8.
Not to mention those of my daughters.
In fact at this stage the arresting officer had major egg on his face- and he needed something else
to nail me with... he needed a “ motivated complainant” … a complainant who was willing to lie
barefaced in an open court – with conviction and determination and her hand on the bible... the
police and social services easily manged that by saying ...” you either tell “ the truth” or go to jail
and lose your kids!”(...our truth by the way- the fit up truth)
At this point I could take it no more. I could not ignore a cry for help from my son. He was being
brainwashed daily into believing I had done terrible bad thing.... I learned later on that this is
called “ parental alienation syndrome” - Its when the children are used like pawns in a chess
game. I refused to play this game of “ monkey in the middle” - instead I said to my so...
” these things are not true – pray for your mother – look after everyone – you're the man of the
house now- go to school my son- make me proud- I love you!”
I must say here categorically my son did not give me the address of the refuge. He is innocent. Yet
he was pressurized to say he did- I knew my family were in Croydon...that much the Social Services
were willing to tell me. Otherwise they treated me like I'd come from another planet...I was told to
“Be reasonable”...
That was the last straw that broke the camels back...I went on a criminal damage rampage
spraypainting and blogging my way into a place I could not escape from... thats what rage will do
to you... its about learning to transform it into passion.
On September 1st against all odds I sued my wife for divorce on the grounds of “unreasonable
behavior” - and took out a contact order( at the Family High Court in High Holborn) – my wife
came to court with DC Wedger – and the judge deferred the case to October – On September 11th I
was again arrested . This time on allegations of rape- assault- and intimidation.... the next day I
was charged and remanded into custody...bail was refused thanks to Ewelina's evil Co-
Conspirator- Marie Simmonds- Parnes.
The first 3 weeks I spent in the segregation block of HMP Wormwood Scrubs. I was then transferred
to HMP Brixton . The case was set for trial in March 2009.
On the 17th October, 2008 whilst I was in the library; I was attacked AND STABBED in the face by
two inmates. - One a Jamaican – the other a Lithuanian)...I suffered a traumatic breakdown and
was sent to the health-care wing...for 2 months.
Eventually( after a 35 day hunger strike)- I recovered enough to be transferred to HMP
Wandsworth prison which has housed Ronnie Biggs the famous – infamous trainrobber who went to
Brazil after escaping from the prison...and Oscar Wilde...I then sacked my solicitor – Mohammed
Ullah and my QC barrister John Burton... and the trial was postponed to July.
The legal representation I received was terrible – the end result was that I was badly let down... I
sacked the next lot too – Kaim Todner...and the trial was again postponed to September 30th, 2009.
One week before the trial began four assault charges were added to the indictment – without clear
evidence...the trial was a complete and utter farce. I contracted food poisoning along with 174
other inmates and was quarantined for 3 days so I couldn't meet with my barrister and give
evidence. They amended the indictment yet again...not giving us enough time or facilities to prepare
our case. I was so upset by this violation of legal process that I couldn't sleep – after 3 nights of not
sleeping I asked for help to sleep- medication was refused each night when I came in and each
morning when I left the prison to go to the crown court.
On Monday, October 19th – the day Ludvig Kennedy died... an incomplete jury of 10 found me
guilty of rape, assault and witness intimidation.
The very day Ludvig Kennedy , champion of justice – died – I was convicted – or more aptly...
“ STATE RAPED!”
That was it...I couldnt handle anymore... I cut my wrists ..I wanted to remember that notorious
blight on human history...that day...I wanted NEVER NEVER to forget!
I spent a year on suicide watch. And for anyone that doesn't know...its another form of
psychological torture... I've attempted an overdose as well as several attempts at hanging myself.
But each time I tried to kill myself- something inside me stopped me from going completely off the
edge...perhaps it was my ego- the prayers people said for me....or my own prayers and my own
spirit that belongs to God...
but the nightmare had taken its toll...the pressure...the stress... my hair turned grey and I lost about
30 kilograms ...one third of the bodyweight I went into prison with.
I decided not to go back to the fascist court and chose to do the sentencing by videolink...I realized I
might either kill myself or someone who got in my way... but I was strangely calm when I got
sentenced... detached...
I set my face like flint... just as the word of God advised me to. ( Isaiah 50. )- my sentencing was on
February 10th , 2010... a day that will not only be etched in my memory by live in the annals of
British Judicial infamy... forever!
New American Standard Bible (©1995)
For the Lord GOD helps Me, Therefore, I am not disgraced; Therefore, I have set My face
like flint, And I know that I will not be ashamed.
But the worst was over...or was it? They had done what they wanted to do to me... perhaps not
100% but it was around 75% - and to add further salt to my wounds I was wrongly convicted of an
extra charge ( which I had already been found not guilty of)... and they put an extra year on top of
the 12!- extra judicially!!!-
I didn't give up. (It would take 2 full years to fight for my eventual freedom day) … but I would
begin to reverse the process of their diabolical evil by Gods grace. At the time of writing this I had
already spent two full years in prison...I've not worked a single day- despite it being compulsory;
I've written 3 books and won the governors art prize as well as resuming my degree through Open
University and attaining a Journalism diploma through the Kensington & Chelsea College. My
supporters and friends have continued to strengthen my campaign for justice with money- prayersgifts-
letters and visits.
To summarize this ordeal; there is NO winners in family feuds... no winners at all...everyone
loses...except the public and private servants who profit from your misery and demise.
It is simply just business for them- nothing personal... you are just another statistic... without
criminals they – the lawyers- judges- journalists-police men- prison officers would be out of
business... does crime pay? At £500 per hour for a barrister...I would say ...what a question...
Of course it does!...
However, a war is not over until the final battle is won... everyone has a Mount Everest to climb
...its the journey that counts- not the destination... but if you are fortunate enough to reach the top...
to reach your destination... all well and good.
In the end...its all about focus...and perception. The greatest prison for human beings is the prison
within... and what keeps one locked in it is our fear... until we realize that there are no locks and no
bars... that we have the power to free ourselves by emancipating our thoughts... and releasing our
light... our love and our ability to fly – by simply believing in the God of humanity... until then ...we
are never free...
I live today in 2010 and I will in 2014... when my time is supposed to be up... unafraid of the
future...I live free in my body because truth, righteousness,justice and God IS on my side. Truly.
People hate what they cannot understand; and suppress what they are in denial of...this is the End of
one war and the Beginning of a greater one.
This war will only end when justice – TRUE justice is served... there is a great storm coming ...a
great cloud coming over this land...and when it comes it will come very suddenly...
May God have mercy on us all when it does.
Heres a Haiku I wrote in Uganda and completed in Wandworth.
VICTORIOUS
I ANOTHER YOU
LOVE FOREVER LOVE
FREEDOM IS TRUE.
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Chronological Dateline:
1. Jan, 2006- May 2006. Wifes affair with Jan Hic and possibly other lodgers.
2. Jan, 2006-February , 2006 : Trip to Dahab,Sinai, Egypt to convene Worlds First Healing
Retreat. Vision for a Jerusalem Hug Circle expressed.( Later this was realized by Eliyahu Mc
Clean of Jerusalem Peacemakers and others)
3. March , 2006 : 23 people including some foreign tourists die as a result of a terrorist following
the gathering in Dahab- and the Dahab Rainbow Peacewalk through the city.
4.April, 2006- June ,2006 : Peace Caravan to Jerusalem from London (overland)– attended 1st
Peace in the Middle East Gathering in Anatolia. Vision for peace gathering in Jordan shared also
at the Israeli Rainbow.
5. August,2006- September , 2006 : Twist knee doing Zulu Dancing at the 1st English European
Rainbow – which I envisioned more than 10 years previously...and focalised/convened in Yorkshire
near Skipton by uniting the tribes.
6.September , 2006: Visit to Russia and Siberia...1st One World Gathering in Altai Mountains,
Russia. Twist knee after rock climbing to get a view of Mount Belucha.
7. October , 2006: Ewelina's “ semi- confession” after my own confession...wifes subsequent
breakdown. Alleged anal rape ( initially she claimed it was in Oct 2007 one year afterwards)- “ 7
times in 7 days” ( sic). Twist knee again in living room after dancing Russian Kafka style to Victor
Tsoi's rock music. She cuts hair after losing it. We visit ALTON Towers with the kids and I take her
to the GP.
8. December , 2006 : Visit to Poland & Israel. Vision crystallized for 1st Oriental Rainbow
Gathering. I take my wife to the theater to watch “ The Producers”- visit to Northwick Park
Hospital- purchase of wedding dress in second hand shop for £40. Marriage counseling with Pastor
Uche. Decision to renew wedding vows. I buy expensive ruby red necklace jewelery for Ewelina in
Israel-( Swarotzsky. )...dinners out etc... to promote reconciliation...everything I could.
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2007- Dateline
1. January , 2007 : Ewelina visits psychiatrist – no mention of alleged rape. Sex games over skype
in Amman. I visit Jordan with my son during this time for 8 days. Terrorist bomb ( first one in Eilat,
Israel) 300 meters from our hotel kills three. Miracle rainbow in the desert ( first in 15 years)of
Wadi Rum at the 1st Oriental Rainbow Gathering.600 attendees.
2. February- March 2007: Visit to South Africa to prepare for emigration of our family later.
3. April 2007: Wife confesses to full extent of the affair with Jan Hic. Marriage counseling with
Pastor Uche and his wife of Joyful Assemblies.
4. May-June 2007: Wife visits Spain for a short break. Visit to Swindon to learn more about
homeschooling. Ewelina in agreement.
5. July- September 2007: I visit Portugal & Spain to pick up my Volvo and to visit Praia del Luz to
lend support for the Find Madeleine Campaign. I help focalise the 1st Bosnian /Balkan Rainbow
Gathering and visit Bosnia and Croatia.
6. October 2007: I visit East Africa for nearly 3 weeks to scout for future home and to support the
80 orphans I spiritually adopt who were being threatened by homelessness. Twist knee – this time
rupturing the ligament completely.
7. November , 2007 : 1st knee op ( arthroscopy) in Northwick Park Hospital. Rainbow Homeschool
begins at home as we decide to take out the kids from formal school.
8. December 2007: Trip with entire family to Poland- wife has anal child rape dream... allegedly
from God... medical trials begin.
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2008 Dateline:
January, 2008 : Return from Poland. Canceled tickets to South Africa losing £1500 – money
problems. Gas cut. Freezing cold in house. Bailiffs coming to collect- landlord threatens to evict us.
Car towed on a Sunday. Medical trials go wrong and I get ill. Wife has breakdown after believing
from her dream that I had raped my daughter. It was a totally crap month- but we did have one
good night in Paris!
February, 2008: 1st -3rd Ewelina has fake breakdown.( more like psychotic fit)
4th I get arrested on false allegations of child rape. Released on bail same day.
5th Meeting with Yvonne Lewers of Brent Social Services- chance meeting with my ex wife.- no
evidence of mental breakdown.
6th- All my personal property including children's savings books tossed onto the pavement.
7th Children abducted by Social Services and my wife -taken to Women Refuge in Croydon.
Threatened with 12 years in prison ( recorded telephone call between father and Ewelina)
25th- 26th Knee op in Middlesex Hospital.
March -April 2008: One months physiotherapy in Tunbridge Wells. One Month on crutches.
May 1st , 2008 : Answer to bail – Wembley Station – visit to Ukraine & Poland for Steel deal and
teaching experience.
May 31st , 2008 : Jeremias – my son calls me on phone .Asks for help says he misses me. I
immediately sue for divorce.
June – August ,2008: Rebuild health and business, answer bail ( august 1st – Join Families need
Fathers – FNF) Apply for contact order through the family court. Convert my anger and frustration
into a blog entitled ...” Dr Jecklina & Mrs Hyde – this enrages her. She subsequently makes further
false allegations. Some property returned on August 1st.
September 1st : Application hearing at family court. High Holborn with my McKenzie Vincent Mc
Govern.
September 11th : Answered bail missing date with Madonna at Wembey stadium. Rearrested on
fresh false allegations- this time they throw the book and unleash Pandora's Box... 5 and a half
hour interrogation by DC Wedger.
September 12th, 2008 : Charged & remanded in custody on 9 counts of rape, assault and
intimidation...all lies...all lies...!
I spend 12 day on my first hunger strike during my 3 week visit to HMP Wormwood Scrubs- ( in the
segregation block)- placed immediately on the MAPPA register.
October 17th, 2008: Stabbed in the face with a pen- narrowly losing my left eye...in the library of
HMP Brixton- a “ warning” from the establishment – I receive 6 stitches and go on a 35 day
hunger strike. Placed on suicide watch ( ACCT) Transferred to the Healthcare wing.
November 7th , 2008 : Plea hearing at Inner London Crown Court near Southwark.
December , 2008: Arrival at Onslow Wing for Vps ( Vulnerable Prisoners) at HMP Wandsworth
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2009 Dateline:
January , 2009 : Sacked Mohamed Ullah Solicitors for incompetence and failing to take my
instructions. Transfer to Kaim Todner. Pretrial defense statement issued by QC John Burton ( Who
I also fire). Prosecution does not comply for disclosures.
March , 2009: Trial postponed from March 2nd, to July 6th . Issue new instructions to new solicitor.
July , 2009 : Sack third solicitor for incompetence after second one mysteriously transfers to
another firm. Trial date set initially for February, 2010 then changed to September – October 2009.
No adequate pre-trial hearings of evidence done. Instruct new solicitor&barrister – Sarj
Patel&Laura Brickman of Darryl Ingram- (worst of the lot!)
September 2009: 4 counts of ABH added to indictment to strengthen prosecution case-(no evidence)
Prosecution skeleton argument issued. No pretrial admissibility argument – Justice Mervyn Roberts
, Court No 9 South Inner Crown Court London presiding. Prosecutor Neena Crinion
appointed( Militant feminist leanings)- Defense Barrister Laura Brickman.
Food poisoning one week before trial- initially thought to be Nora Virus. Sleep deprivation before
trial and during. Medication refused by Dr. Bun- prison doctor.
September 30th : Trial begins with 12 jurors.
September 30th – October 19th: Trial proceedings begin. Indictment amended during trial . Two
jurors drop out ( for unknown reasons)- defense witnesses prevented from giving evidenceconviction
on 12 counts out of 13 – I remain on suicide watch ( ACCT)
November- December 2009: Psychiatric assessment by Dr. Levy. Pre- sentence by sexist officer
Sarah Viner on videolink.
Dateline 2010:
1.January 2010: I refuse to attend court for sentencing.
2. February , 10th , 2010: Sentenced via videolink. I sack barrister after her lackluster performance.
Engage Mordi & Co. as appeal solicitors after first appeal rejected by single judge ( appeal drafted
by trial barrister Laura Brickman.
3. March,2010-August 2010: I come off suicide watch, engage in forensic counselling and anti
depressant medication (Mirtazipine) to assist with sleep and eating disorders and improve mood.
Falsely convicted on Count 13 – despite a not guilty verdict by the jury...later expunged after much
legal wrangling. Start to gain weight . I launch appeal myself drafting out my own reasons with my
own hand after studying the law in prison library. I start studying with the open university and doing
drama, creative writing and art classes.
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