This is the story of i: a man; Greg Paul;

It’s 2008.

I’m 27 years old.

I quit a senior position in a large house building company a couple of years ago, after a short but successful 4 year career.

Life is good.

I run a house building company. We build small developments of nice half-million pound country houses.

I’m not rich – I spend it too quickly to get rich, but we have a very comfortable life.

Then one day… I start to discover that things are not quite right.

A friend points to lines in the sky and asks if I remember those as a child?

Another friend tells me how money is really created, and how the economy really works.

I spend 14 hours a day, for months on end trying to piece it all together. Studying anything and everything I can find to try and figure out how the world really works.

The business starts to suffer – heart isn’t in it.

And it’s 2008 – pretty much the worst time in history to be running a fledgling house building company.

The more I discover, the worse it gets.

You see, I was raised the son of a police officer… a very moral police officer…

And I’m slap bang in the middle of an impossible crisis of conscience.

How can I continue to participate in a system that is literally raping the people of the world? Doesn’t that make me an accomplice?

How can I continue to make payments on a mortgage that I now know to be fraudulent? Doesn’t that make me complicit with fraud?

And how on earth can I pay taxes, knowing that they will be used to pay interest to private individuals who use them to consolidate power and control over the world?

But at the same time, how can I walk away from a business that others depend on? What about business partner? What about the money that family members invested in the business… in me?

It’s 2008.

I’m 27 years old.

I quit a senior position in a large house building company a couple of years ago, after a short but successful 4 year career.

Life is good.

I run a house building company. We build small developments of nice half-million pound country houses.

I’m not rich – I spend it too quickly to get rich, but we have a very comfortable life.

Then one day… I start to discover that things are not quite right.

A friend points to lines in the sky and asks if I remember those as a child?

Another friend tells me how money is really created, and how the economy really works.

I spend 14 hours a day, for months on end trying to piece it all together. Studying anything and everything I can find to try and figure out how the world really works.

The business starts to suffer – heart isn’t in it.

And it’s 2008 – pretty much the worst time in history to be running a fledgling house building company.

The more I discover, the worse it gets.

You see, I was raised the son of a police officer… a very moral police officer…

And I’m slap bang in the middle of an impossible crisis of conscience.

How can I continue to participate in a system that is literally raping the people of the world? Doesn’t that make me an accomplice?

How can I continue to make payments on a mortgage that I now know to be fraudulent? Doesn’t that make me complicit with fraud?

And how on earth can I pay taxes, knowing that they will be used to pay interest to private individuals who use them to consolidate power and control over the world?

But at the same time, how can I walk away from a business that others depend on? What about business partner? What about the money that family members invested in the business… in me?

Well it’s a choice that’s made much easier by 2010 by the time the recession has done it’s worst. The business is struggling to stay afloat.

So we make a decision. It’s a crazy decision really, but we feel like it’s the only moral move to make.

We quit using money altogether.

We know they will come for us – the mortgage company, the finance companies, the electric and gas companies… all of them. But we have to do this. We have to save our souls. There is no other way forward we can see. Such are our beliefs at this time…

We don’t stop working or serving other people though – I helping people with their own financial and legal issues, and my wife as a healer… life goes on, it’s just that now we do everything for free, and we just use whatever comes our way.

Can we survive on love alone? This is the experiment…

I decide, that from this day forward it is god’s law that I follow, not mans.

I decide, it is the conscience that will lead the way, not some dictate from a corrupt establishment.

I know in the heart that no man really has power over another, and I decide I’m not going to stop until no man has power over me.

I don’t know how exactly I’m going to make that stick yet… but I am.

There is an abandoned home in our town that’s owned by the so-called council. It’s been empty for years, so I seize it, and help a homeless person have his own home. I get arrested.

Many confrontations with so-called authority ensue over the coming two years.

But always making sure the golden rule – do no harm – is never broken.

I learn who I am, and who I’m not; I learn the art of questioning… but most importantly I practice these things everywhere I go, and I prove time and time again that it is impossible to convict a man without his consent, where he hasn’t actually harmed anyone.

It’s a powerful thing… to know this truth by your own experience – imagine how it would change your life…

But it is not the whole picture… as I am soon to painfully learn.

The mortgage company attempts to repossess the house we live in.

I’ve done thousands of hours of detailed study of the law – common law, equity, pure trusts – everything that smells like freedom.

But I decide not to use any of it.

The truth I am looking for – if it is the real truth – ought to be simple. It shouldn’t take 1,000’s of hours of study and require a genius brain to implement – anyone should be able to do it.

And because I’m lost in the minutia of these various avenues of law, the trees blur the woods and I overlook the simplicity of some of the other tools available to me…

I decide to turn my back on it all…

We fight their attacks another way – as ‘peaceful users of natures kingdom’.

The bank fails to get a clean order for possession.

We are left alone to use the house peacefully.

It feels like a victory.

We grow vegetables.

Do a lot of self-inquiry.

Continue our service to others.

Use what we need.

We fall pregnant with our first child.

Life isn’t very ‘safe’… but we are free. And what IS safety anyway?

Life is never boring. Never consistent. But our faith in God and the universe continue to grow… we never once go hungry.

A year has gone by since the hearing for possession of our home, then one day, a notice of eviction.

The mortgage company decide to take the house anyway.

We know it is wrong what they are doing, but still refuse to fight it properly.

We know we can’t comply willingly with it though…

If they want to take our home, they will have to carry us out of it.

The day of eviction comes.

There are bailiffs, lawyers and police officers lining the street… they are expecting trouble.

We sit together as a locksmith drills his way through the front door.

A female police officer stands over my wife with a tear in her eye, practically begging her to leave voluntarily. She cannot imagine processing the shame of physically assaulting a pregnant woman to remove her from her home against her will (and without any lawful order of the court). She’ll have to though… because she isn’t moving.

Four officers carry us very carefully to the pavement at the front of the house.

We have been removed from our home.

Later that day, after everyone has left, we return.

We change the locks and take back our home.

The police arrive, but it’s too late. We’re in.

A few weeks later it happens all over again though.

This time they put metal shutters at the windows.

So this time I return with an angle grinder.

We change the locks and take back our home.

The police are one minute too late.

Six times we are evicted from our home, and six times we take it back.

After the seventh eviction though, and with a baby on the way, we decide not to return again.

Seven months pregnant and we have no home.

Throughout the many evictions around £20,000 worth of property was stolen from our home, including irreplaceable jewellery belonging to my wife's late mother.

She’s in tears…

It’s the kind of grief that one rarely hears another express, if ever, during the course of a life.

How the fuck did I let this happen…

I really believed we were doing the right thing. I believed we were doing what the universe was calling us to do.

How did this happen? And what on earth do we do now?

I didn’t really see it at the time, but the decision to neither protect our home with a private trust nor set proper boundaries with the people who threatening to cause us harm had cost us our home and our entire lives.

We move in with a friend whose husband has just died unexpectedly and she needs support. The situation works well for everyone.

We’re safe and in a good home again (and even with some loving support for the new baby), but it’s not the life we envisioned…

There HAS to be a practical way of living abundantly, without being forced to support unloving systems with taxes.

There HAS to be a practical way of serving others, without losing the shirt off your back in the process.

There HAS to be a practical way of saying NO to other peoples rules that you KNOW are out of harmony with God’s laws.

There HAS to be a way of living in this world and being COMPLETELY free to live it how you choose.

And I am NOT going to stop until I find it.

And for the next 9 years I continue to search relentlessly…

Building A New Earth

I meet a man who shares the vision of self-determining, self-sufficient communities, so I move the family to Bali from where we work together on a plan to create a network of these communities all around the world… a place where men and women can live freely and in peace without such things happening.

We create an organisation called the New Earth Project through which to do it. At one point, it is attracting 20,000 new followers every week. We have a team of 300+ volunteers around the world working tirelessly on making this grand vision a reality. But it isn’t grounded, it isn’t real… and it loses its way.

We also create another organisation called the International Tribunal for Natural Justice. It seeks to restore Truth and reason to the delivery of justice in the world. It is a bold effort, tackling the systemic issues of corruption (and worse) that no other organisation will touch, but it too develops issues, and I resign upon its launch.

In the midst of this, we move from Bali to Peru, 8 months pregnant with our second child.

The organisation has been invited by the mayor of a small village on the banks of an amazon tributary to use their village as a showcase for our projects… and my wife feels it is where the baby wants to be born. So off we go.

And 5 weeks later we deliver our second baby girl, all by ourselves, on the sofa I finish building just in time, in our little mud hut house.

But at 6 weeks old she falls sick.

And for the next 5 months we battle to keep her alive as she keeps lulling us into false senses of security, appearing to recover only to become critical all over again.

Throughout the entire ordeal I have to engage a daily battle of wills with a South American ex-Mafia kingpin to keep our project and our presence there from heading in very dangerous directions.

When her condition becomes critical again, we are forced to throw in the towel and move over the border to Ecuador… we head high up into the mountains where the air is clean & cool, and the water is fresh, in the hopes that we can heal our baby girl.

She recovers quickly but the whole thing stretches our relationship beyond its limit, and another 8 months later we separate.

The travels in search of the answer to true freedom had led to all kinds of places…

There were brushes with the heir of King Solomon’s treasure…

There was that night spent in a Peruvian brothel trying to stay safe…

And there was the 3 months living with the spy, whose list of successful operations made the James Bond anthology look like a school boys play time…

The family visits back in England for a while and I stay in Ecuador.

As a single man in an Andean mountain paradise, the search for true freedom takes an entirely new direction.

I realise that I’m not much of a man… not really… I have some healthy masculine qualities, but in so many ways, emotionally, I am also still a boy. I am no longer on a journey for freedom… I am on a journey to becoming a real man. Maybe they will require the same things?

I found The Sovereigns Way – I run groups and trainings on personal freedom… you learn a lot by living on the edge for so many years… but in reality I am still searching for the answers myself, so success is limited.

I meet a new partner.

I unintentionally discover the sacred art of real tantra.

I cry… a lot.

I face every fear I can find… all the ones I thought I’d dealt with years earlier during these grandiose stories but had barely scratched the surface. I Feel the shame… and grief… and terror.

I return to the UK.

I know I need to build from the ground up.

I am starting from a big minus – no foundation in the world whatsoever, in the midst of an emotional reset, three children to care for. This is what happens when you give up your ground in the world and reach for the sky.

No more air castles or fanciful visionary projects this time.

Freedom will come from claiming this body, this earth, this self, right here, in this world, as it is, right now.

It will require to be completely free of any and all emotional limitations; ALL fear; ALL attachments to people…

I need some money, so I set up a consultancy company doing what I was always good at – planning ecological housing development projects.

I cover all needs with a few hours/week and spend the rest of the time developing in the art of emotional integration, tantra, life.

I meet a man – the first real man I’ve ever met – a true master… a master of Tantra, of the TAO, of Kung Fu… a master of life.

I meet two other man – each teachers of very different kinds of law – between them they fill in all the gaps and bring cohesion to all that I had learned before.

Over the course of the next 3 years, every part of this story resurfaces for resolution.

I integrate the ways of the true law until I can stand strong in the protection of property and freedom… for real this time.

The rest is history really.

It is impossible to describe fully what I went through to bring forth The Sovereign’s Way…

But here it is, to help you establish your life by your law – and by your law I mean God’s law – because that’s what The Sovereign’s Way is:

1. the art of aligning your life with God’s law, and;

2. establishing that position with authority in the world.

…so you can, protect yourself, your property and your freedom.

Make your own law, press your claims, protect your self, your property and your freedom, control your own financial affairs, without anyone else controlling you or taking from you ever again…

and do it without the financial or physical costs I endured!

I hope you enjoy what we have to offer.