Gypsy is finally home

[guineapig]

If you do get into the writing mood again, there was a News Article written in broken English translated from another language, and it describes a scene on a jet airliner where, in their words, "Nirvana went unruly."

There's something that stuck with me, that phrase, Nirvana Went Unruly.

Maybe that could be the title of the whole book, or at least a certain chapter-- It's rare to hear the word unruly, i suppose it is out of fashion.]

kind regards from guineapig

 

[stasis]

oh guys....how elated was I last night when I arrived at LHR after getting off the direct flight from Manila, expecting that after 2 and a half years in 'Administrative Detention' stuck in some Marcos era death/torture camp, then finally deported back to the UK, that I would be arrested on entry, on some US extradition warrant....but NO!

Maybe they forgot?
Maybe they just ain't interested in me no more?

Whatever happened, I'm home, and its bright cool weather here, the air is crisp, and I keep pinching myself to make sure this is reality. WOOOO-HOOOO!

I would like to deeply thank all those who have stood by me thru my incarceration.....especially passthedoobie and old pink.

I just read this... Gyp...! I am filled with tears of joy.... Made my day...!!! As I am sure it made yours, million-fold.

Wow. Great.. Thank the Deities..>@@@@@!!!!!

 

[99%]

Gypsy......try going for a walk each day and do some stretching specifically designed for lower back pain, this will definitely help. but it will require working at it each day.

You can't repair the cartilage (the padding) between each vertebrate, but you can strengthen your core which will help support your spine, you can improve your hamstring flexibility and suppleness which will release tension on the spine.

Improve your posture, sit and stand taller and straighter, learn to breathe deeply and slowly. Stress causes tension which then causes nerves to be compacted in between the vertebrates. I know you previously scoffed at my suggestion to try practicing yoga, but if you have to stop in pain when going for a short walk and struggle to put your socks on then you are in exactly the position I was in 12 or so years ago when I was in severe lower back pain. I started doing yoga and have been pain free since. Check out this "yoga for beginners" on youtube, it's an excellent video and the best thing about it is you will see improvement.

This is the video that Bubbleman suggested I try and I've been thankful ever since.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lbyHCkNEOKo

and here's another one
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0o0kNeOyH98

Spinal surgery and pain killers are definitely a last resort...most people who have spinal surgery receive little for no improvement and more often than not have to go under the knife again and still pop opiate pain killers like M&Ms..which is crazy when all it takes is one hour daily in the comfort of your lounge room floor to have a healthy spine again. The things to keep in mind is make sure you never hold your breath when doing yoga and don't be concerned how far you can move into the pose, but instead focus on the correct form (a big mirror will help here)

It must be our age as my teeth are having problems too....I used to brush just one or twice quickly each day, but now I brush extensively three times per day, use interdental brushes and floss daily. I also have to spend a small fortune on implants as well as lots of treatments for gum disease...it's a bastard getting old!

 

[shithawk420]

Glad your out and thanks for being willing to share your story.it must be hard to remember that ordeal to say the least

 

[3rdEye]

welcome back Gypsy. Glad you made it back in good spirits. May you sleep more restfully again and awake full of joy.

 

[Gypsy Nirvana]

September 7th 2013: 10 days after I was initially detained (and given 15 days to answer the US indictment), it was a Saturday evening in the detention jail, and by then I had managed to secure a lower bunk on the 2nd floor of one of the two block-houses, in a bunk-room with 2 sets of bunk-beds, a room that measured about 8ft x 10ft. It was much better than sleeping on the floor in one of the common areas, and my wife had visited a few times already, bringing me an electric fan, bedding, clothing and toiletries. She brought my kids to see me too, and they thought that I was in some sort of school, because they didn't comprehend what a jail was all about at 3 and 5 years old.

I had already acquainted myself with most of the English speaking inmates, Aussies, Canadians, Brits, Singaporeans, Indians, Liberians, Nigerians and those from the USA. My one and only room-mate was a little black guy called Mr Phinazee from the US, somewhere near Detroit. The area of the block-house that I was ensconced was mainly full of Liberians and Nigerians, Sri Lankans and French speaking fellas from Cameroon.

On that Saturday night around 6.30pm the guards came inside the inmates area and up to my room, where they told me to pack because I was to be deported, and I had to go to the airport ASAP and get on some plane. This was all news to me, having had no prior notice of this event. And I was more than a little confused as to what flight I was to be put on, and where this flight was going. So I asked, but none of the guards or their team leader was willing to tell me about this. By this time I had been hustled back downstairs by the guards and stood in the communal dirty courtyard between the two block-houses with my few belongings in a plastic carrier bag.

An inmate called Nick Spanos who was Greek/American came up to me and said 'What they are doing is totally illegal.Your deportation order is not yet final and executory, looks to me that they are trying to hand you on a plate to the USA, without going thru proper extradition proceedings'.

'So what do I do Nick?' I said sounding more than a little perturbed.
I was now standing my ground in the middle of the inmates courtyard, the guards were trying to coax me out of there as more and more inmates streamed out of the block-houses to see what all the fuss was about, cheering and making a lot of noise.

The words of the Clash song came to my mind 'Should I Stay or Should I Go'....But it didn't look like I had a choice.

Then Nick said, 'Don't try and make your stand here, go with them to the airport, and there just refuse to get on the plane, then they should bring you back here. If you refuse to go from here, then they will tackle and shackle you, maybe even sedate you before you are put on the plane'...

I was in a heated conversation with the team leader of the guards, a tall Philippino called Rowell, trying to find out where this plane was going to, that apparently was waiting for me to board it, all he said was 'You will find out at the airport'...

The aggressive noises from the inmates was countered by one of the guards brandishing a night-stick, which he used to beat on the bars of the zoo cage like visitors enclosure, as the tension in the atmosphere grew exponentially. To diffuse it, I thought it best to take Nick's advice, and give myself over to the guards, to be taken to the airport. Or we might be looking at some sort of riot happening here tonight, with myself seen as the main protagonist!

More guards came into the area, looking surly and obviously affected by all the posturing and noise that the 160 or so inmates were making in my defence. By now everyone knew that they wanted to take me out, and before it got nasty I conceded and left the inmates area with them, heading for a waiting van outside.

Before I got to the van, I was given my cell phone that had been kept in the office, and I was allowed to call my attorney who told me that what they were doing was illegal. I had not had the chance yet to answer the charges against me nor appeal my deportation order. Due process of law was not being followed, and so this was a breach of my constitutional rights.

Six guards and one team leader all crammed into the van with me still holding my plastic bag. I was dressed in shorts, t-shirt and flip-flops. It was dark outside as we drove thru busy traffic towards Ninoy Aquino International Airport. I kept trying to find out where this plane I had a date with was supposed to be going, but no-one told me, so I suspected that it wasn't headed for the UK, where it should have been going if I was legally being deported. By law you can only be deported to your country of origin, or your last port of call.

Naturally I was feeling quite stressed by now, my back injury was screaming at me, so I reached into my plastic bag and located my pain meds and took 2 pills instead of one. I was thinking that perhaps the guards might get more aggressive at the airport and try to cuff me/hurt me somehow once they realized that I wasn't getting on any plane, especially one to the USA, so a couple of pain pills might well help in the coming struggle. A fat spilff would have probably been better, but that would just lead to an arrest and more trouble for me, plus I didn't have any 'erb or hash, so that was not an option.

Rowell chatted with me, and indicated that we were running kinda late due to the hold-up at the detention facility. It took us the best part of an hour to get thru the Saturday evening traffic before we made it to Terminal 3 at NAIA, and by that time you could probably have driven a bus over me and I'd feel no pain. Luckily enough I hadn't been cuffed because I had showed no aggression towards my captors, only bewilderment, and had started laughing and joking with them on the journey, feeling quite light headed thru all the action.

I managed to briefly phone my wife, who was up in Subic at the time with the kids, and told her what they were trying to do with me. She wanted to speak with the team leader, but he wouldn't take the call, and by then I had to disembark onto the airport departures concourse, surrounded by 6 stocky guards, many eyes were upon us.

With 3 guards in front and 3 at my back we marched into the terminal and turned left towards the Bureau of Immigration offices, the hustle and bustle of the airport all around us, flights being called, dodging many busy people with much luggage.

Just as we were about to pass a drinks/snacks kiosk, I ducked inside and headed for the fridge saying to Rowell, 'I need a drink, cottonmouth!', and spied a San Miguel Light Beer, which I grabbed, paid for(40 pesos), and drank before anyone could complain. At first the guards looked a little bamboozled with my action, then they just laughed, one taking my arm and leading me thru some door into the BI waiting area, away from all the airports regular customers.

So there I was 'Back-Stage' at the airport, apparently booked onto some plane, to where I was not sure, but I had my suspicions. 'Eh...before I board any aircraft, I would like to know exactly where it might be going', I said to this official looking little Asian fella, who introduced himself as my escort for the trip. He was about 50-60 years old and spoke English with an American accent. 'You must hurry up!, and come with me, the flight is boarding now, and we have to get you on-board before the other passengers' he said looking like someone had just pissed in his fruit-loops.

'Answer my question Mr, or I am not going anywhere, and even once you have answered my question, I'm probably not going anywhere either. I have a right to know what you presume to do with me. I have not been charged with anything, I have not even been presented with a warrant. All that has been done is that I have a Summary Deportation Order that is not final and executory, and now you and these BI guards are trying to shanghai me onto some plane, to where I have not been told!'

At that juncture two BI guards tried to put handcuffs on me, but since they were only about 5ft 4inches tall, it was easy to avoid by putting my hands high above my head.

'Sorry guys, but I'm not agreeing to be cuffed, this is looking more like a kidnapping than a proper deportation, so I'll want all your names and numbers to give to my attorney' I said as I moved to the side avoiding one of my arms being captured by the stockier guard who was now jumping and grabbing towards my wrists. He managed to grab one arm briefly and scratched my forearm with his finger nails, but still didn't get my arms down far enough to cuff me, so he stood on a chair and reached for my wrists. This I countered by just stepping 3 steps to the side, leaving him flailing in mid-air.

I'm about 250lbs and 6ft tall, so these guards were not having a particularly easy time of it, and were looking hot and bothered, trying not to loose face in front of this official looking senior agent, they kept trying, and I kept dodging them without making any aggressive moves towards them.

'Mr Nirvana, your flight is leaving for Los Angeles soon, we only have 15 minutes to get you onto the plane, you are being deported! Now STOP resisting! "said the boss agent.

'Los Angeles?, that's not where I should be going if I am to be deported, I am not a US national, I'm British, so if deported I should be going to the UK, preferably London, why are you trying to send me to the USA?'..I said while still trying to dodge the stocky BI guard with the hand-cuffs, the other one had given up.

The senior agent looked very flustered and angry, and started to get all shouty with me as he unconvincingly said, 'In L.A. you will just be in transit to London, England, all you will do there is change planes'.

'Really?, well that's a bloody long way to get to London, via Los Angeles eh? You must be trying to pull a fast one on me, anyone who understands a bit of geography would realize that going to London from Manila via L.A. would be around TWICE THE DISTANCE, than heading west out of Manila and flying to London over India and the middle east, I'm definitely not getting on this plane, do what you want, but I'm not boarding that aircraft!'...

Now I had got a bit shouty too, realizing what I had feared, they were attempting what is legally called an 'EXTRA-JUDICIAL-RENDITION'...basically what is known in layman's terminology as a KIDNAPPING.

'Mr Nirvana, I have been given my orders to accompany you on this flight to L.A. We have to get you onto the plane now, all the arrangements have been made, if we don't move now towards the boarding gate, then we are going to have to force you!'. He said getting all red in the face.

'Oh by force is it?....well go ahead then, I'm warning you that it's not going to be easy for you, for I will resist being KIDNAPPED! who wouldn't? How about I just lie on the floor like this (I laid down), and then you all try to pick me up and load me onto an international airliner, whilst I behave like a BULL IN A CHINA SHOP!'... You had best inform the Captain of this Philippine airlines flight that he might be having an unwilling KIDNAP VICTIM on-board any moment, that's if you and your guards can manage to get 250lbs of struggling ENGLISHMAN onto his plane during the next 10 minutes, and that I seriously doubt'...

Suddenly they all went quiet, and the beefy guard that had been trying to cuff me gave up too and retreated.

Rowell approached me kinda pleadingly. 'Come on Gypsy do as the man says, it'll make things easier for you'.

'How about you go and get the Captain of the flight, and I tell him about your plans to SHANGHAI me into the United States of America, once he's aware of this, I'm sure he won't be so keen on flying my ass all the way to LA. If you guys want to try and take me forcibly, then go for it, I guess that I will have to defend myself, then someone is gonna get hurt, whether its me or you, or indeed both of us could be easily avoided by just taking me back to the detention facility at Camp Bagong Diwa, because the LAST place I want to go to right now is the USA'...

They all looked a tad deflated, obviously I had ruined their plans/orders, and this illegal 'DEPORTATION' was not going to plan at all. Some other BI official showed up and took my wanna-be escort to the USA away into some other area for a pow-wow, he gave me a nasty stare as he left, and I sat down on some dilapidated sofa smiling at the guards and Rowel. 'Hey guys cheer up, I'm sure that you don't want to try and drag me onto that plane, it won't be pretty, I can assure you of that'..

I didn't threaten them nor make any aggressive moves towards them, just sat there feeling the beer hit the painkillers with a stoned looking grin upon my face..
After 5 minutes or so the senior agent returned for his last effort to get me on the plane and said.
'Come on Mr Nirvana we have just a couple of minutes left before its too late to get you on-board, my son is waiting for me in LA, and our tickets have already been paid for. If you don't take this flight you will have to pay out of your own pocket for a later deportation, so let's go now!'....

'Oh dear, your son will be waiting for you in L.A? You had better HURRY-UP and board ASAP matey or you will let him down, and I don't mind getting the funds together for my own flight, sometime in the future, as long as it's going to the UK. Run along now, I definitely won't be accompanying you, since I don't enjoy being KIDNAPPED!'..I said smugly, waving him away.

He left looking very pissed-off, then Rowell said 'OK Gypsy, we are going to take you back to the detention jail, but before we leave, we have to put the hand-cuffs on you, its the procedure we have to follow when returning a failed deportee, or we will get into trouble'..

I umm'ed and arr'ed a bit about it, making Rowell promise that they would return me the jail and not try any monkey business, illegal deportation etc, eventually conceding to let them cuff me in the van just before we left the airport. The burly guard who had scratched my forearms as he tried to cuff me earlier actually apologized to me for doing that as he finally managed to get me in irons. It was all a big relief in the end as we pulled into Camp Bagong Diwa and piled out of the van. When some of the inmates saw me they cheered, and more came out to see me return, clapping their hands.

I was handed over to one of the more aggressive guards who was working that shift, he was the guy that had been banging his night-stick against the bars earlier that evening, and he grabbed my hand-cuffs, trying to drag me towards one of the isolation cells...

'Oi... easy there matey, there is no need to be pulling me about like that', I said.

'You go in the isolation cell now, no talking!'...he said.
He tried again to drag me towards the cell, but I just stood there as many other inmates surrounded us.
There was no fan, water or bedding in this isolation cell, I could see thru the bars, and said.
'Before I go in there, I'll want my fan, water and bedding, Hey Phinezee, can you pop up to the bunk-room and grab them for me?' I said to my room-mate...

This crazy guard kept trying to pull me into the solitary cell, but since I was feeling no pain, his efforts to mangle my wrists and move me that way were fruitless until Phinezee quickly came back with my stuff, and set it in the cell..
Then I let the guard lead me into the cell, un-cuff me and lock me in. I could still see out onto the dirty courtyard thru the bars, but just for the rest of the weekend I was not allowed out into the general population, until I saw the Warden on Monday morning, then he let me go back to my usual bed.

 

[MedGrowerTom]

Oh man Gypsy, that is some crap to deal with. So glad to hear you are back and done with that bs!

 

[VenturaHwy]

The Gypsy Nirvana story…. good stuff.

 

[mr. fiskars]

Wild!

 

[dubi]

Welcome back Gypsy!!

You deserve lots of hugs, kisses and love to heal the scars. Hope you can bring back your family and wife to uk soon, this would the best medicine. I know it takes lot of time, patience and go through many burocrat steps to bring your non European wife here to EU ( i also went through all this) but im sure you will make it!

Best wishes on this new chapter of your life, full of freedom and good moments <3

 

[Gil Tokerson]

Fund raising idea:
Capitalize on the already established brand and brand recognition. T-shirts might be a good route to go? Maybe have everyone submit designs and pick out a few of the coolest ones?

 

[t99]

Glad you're out!
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[RedEyedNReady]

Glad you made it back GN Live it up and enjoy the family

 

[RedEyedNReady]

Fund raising idea:
Capitalize on the already established brand and brand recognition. T-shirts might be a good route to go? Maybe have everyone submit designs and pick out a few of the coolest ones?

Here's an idea.... They can relist all the seeds that havent been paid for in weeks, months, years and it wouldn't cost them a thing. Plus they would drum up interest in the other part of this site once again over at Seedbay and Seed Boutique. (Much needed) This used to be the place to be and id like to see it get back there. With a little work on their end they can earn plenty enought for whatever legal avenues needed. Plenty of us would be willing to send in more donations to help if needed

 

[stasis]

Book and Movie. Money, vindication. Whaddya think...? We live in a BS Commercial world where only m0ney matters anymore. So, maybe ya can cash in on that. Howard had a movie made, right...? He's a great personality, just like You....

Gluten-free food options will decrease ANY inflammation 40+% lessening any back pain. Try it for a week, you'll drop about 7 pounds and feel much better, clear-headed too. It;s amazing.

PEACE ON YA>..@!!!!!

 

[HereIgrowagain]

Gypsy, if it is of any interest to you I can put you in touch with a good publisher friend of mine in the UK that could help you to get your story down in print mate.

 

[ahortator]

I am very glad to know you are free!!!

I wish you enjoy the freedom beside your family and friends.

Best wishes.

 

[Growdoc]

So happy to hear that you are safe! and welcome back!!! you were missed, by me! Need ideas contact me and we can talk.

GrowDoc

 

[Rudedewd]

Wow, I guess it has been awhile since I've been around much. Sorry to read about your trouble and I'm glad you are free. By the way I think that your narration is very well written although I felt guilty for enjoying reading it seeing you actually had to suffer the experience. Would make a good book or even a movie, at least stoners would enjoy it anyhoo. I know I would. Take care and be safe.

 

[Chevy cHaze]

Don't know you, but glad to hear you have your freedom back. keep it up man.

all the best,
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