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- imprisonment- divorce-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- Spain- and 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 envy- jealousy-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 Monday
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 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.
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 truth- and 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)...few are willing to challenge the politcal agenda that steers the social services in the UK- either because they themselves will be ganged up on and targetted or labelled misoygnist...or simply overlooked when promotion time comes around. Its corrupt to the core and has led to several abuses of chidlren - the most famous of course..is Baby P... it was thought there was failures in the ssytem..but no one dared say ..WHAT the exact failure in the system was...ie this attitude of discrimination against men. That women are simply suffering from depression and its OK. The chidlren maky have brusies but the abuse will in the main be overlooked if its a woman. Thats how he cuuture has been in the UK for more than 20 years. It is changing as more of these abuses are exposed and more people are coming forward...but it will take a long time for true justice to come...if at all!
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
wasnt 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 serives 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
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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- imprisonment- divorce-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- Spain- and 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 envy- jealousy-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 wasnt 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 probaly 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 truth- and 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 Hosptial 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 faminist 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 phonecall from a friend who says that Ewelinas 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 bagas) 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 dont 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 Ive always run on rocket fuel and Ive always been 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.
I've always loved adventure- the unpredictable matrix- whether its climbing a mountain like Kilimanjaro or Everest- meeting rebels from the Congo or sailing
