"Getting a formal education was something that every child in the nation of Trinidad was expected and encouraged to get, when I was a child. The English school system that was used throughout the British Commonwealth, was the standard and the type of academic education that every child in Trinidad was encouraged to get up to the public school level, up to the eight form, or grade, and which every child could receive without any financial cost to their parents. At that point, only those children who passed national exams were allowed to continue their education at the higher levels, which is equivalent to the high school programs found in North American school systems. And they were allowed to do so, without having to pay for that opportunity. Children who did not pass the national exams, by passing with the highest grades in their subjects, would have to pay out of their pockets to attend private schools at that level. This was something that only a small percentage of students – especially those from wealthy families – could have afforded to do. Those children who were bright in academic studies or who were from rich families were the ones who were considered privileged to get a formal education beyond the public school levels.

For this young Avatar, none of this mattered to me, or was of any importance to me. A formal education was something which I had absolutely no interest whatsoever in getting, at any level. School was a place that I had no desire to attend. It offered nothing for me that I needed, or wanted, to prepare me for the special career that I already knew that I was destined to pursue since the day that I arrived on Earth, about six years earlier, in the body of a newborn. School is no place for a highly developed being, especially an Avatar, because the kind of education they require is always one that is supernatural in nature.

A formal education is the most common and effective method that is used by a civilization, to control and manipulate its people into thinking and behaving in the manner that the authorities of that civilization want them to. I was a child God, who was being tutored by other Gods - by my Unseen masters. To receive a formal education meant that I was going to be controlled by the systems of controls that limited and de-formed my ability to remain free, to think and function impeccably. If I were forced to get a formal education, I would have become spiritually blinded, and mentally stunted, by a Society that strives to oppress, control, deform, condition, and transform people into human robots and living puppets. In this manner, I would have lost my contact with my Unseen Masters, and after a while even with my true and original identity; and I would have been unable to continue my development and my preparation for the mythical job that I came to Earth to do.

Being forced to get a formal education, meant that I was being stripped of my rights, to make decisions in areas that could cause me a lot of problems; and in doing so, cause other people problems also. In order for one to understand who they are, and what they want to do with their lives, they must be allowed the right to make certain key decisions for themselves, even if they are just little children, especially if they show the willingness to do so, especially after they show the ability to do so, especially after they show the determination to do so. When they are being forced upon, it means those controls will later force them to become irresponsible in their thinking, and in their behaviour - because they have not been allowed the freedom that is there natural born right to make decisions for their lives, which are important in areas that are necessary for them to survive and flourish.

Yvonne made the decision to send her youngest daughter to school, for her to get an education, just like she had done with her other children, when they were living with her. It was something that all parents on the Island of Trinidad were expected to do with their children, once they had reached school age, which was about age six.

There was no such thing as kindergarten, and school began for all children in grade one.  Though she had already discovered that her youngest child had a special future, and that she did not show any interest in learning any of the three R’s that most children do at that age, Yvonne decided to put her daughter in school. It was easier for her to do so because she was struggling herself just to keep her head above water, as a mother, as a parent, as a worker; and especially as a human being striving to regain a sense of her own identity, and regain control over her torn and tattered life. I do not have any formal education; and I am the only person who I know of in my entire life as a mortal being on this planet who is very proud of the fact that she does not have any formal education. I am also the only person whom I have heard of, who is proud to admit this fact to anyone – whether they have no formal education, or whether they are some highly educated professional or expert. But my mother made numerous attempts to have me get one. 

I was about age six when my mother started taking me to a primary school in our district, without alerting me that she was going to do so. At least, she tried to leave me in a public school for me to get one. One day she took me to this unfamiliar building, for the first time, that she told me was called a school, for me to get a formal education. Then she left me in a room filled with children whom I had never met before, and a strange man. I started screaming at the top of my lungs. I did so even more, after I saw the stern and intimidating face of the strange adult that was in that room with them - whom I later found out was called a schoolteacher. It is normal for children to feel uncomfortable on their first day of school, the first time they enter that system. Some children even become upset and act up, and even throw tantrums. I had thrown tantrums before, as I have said, but that was a few years earlier, when I wanted to get my own way or bring attention to a problem I was having. This time I was frightened, really frightened, and it was not because I was now in an unfamiliar place with children, and adults, whom I did not know, or whom I did not feel comfortable with. 

There were other reasons why I was screaming in that classroom that morning at the top of my lungs. I felt as if I was just caught in some death trap that I knew was going to injure my spirit and damage the core of my being, if I did not get out of it. Since I was born, I had clear sight, third eye sight (or inner sight), and this always gave me the ability to tell when I was in any kind of danger. I remember other things that took place in my young life that caused me to feel that way. As a child Avatar, I also had the ability to see people's auras, and to read their personalities, as I mentioned already, but I did not know that other people were not able to do that. So I knew very well, that I was not going to be treated properly in this place; and I saw very clearly with my inner sight, that I did not belong there. 

That was definitely not the place for me! And I felt it inside every fibre of my spirit! I was screaming so much, and for so long, that other adults in that building came over to find out what all the commotion was about. A few of them took me outside the classroom and tried to calm me down - by reassuring me that I would like it there after awhile. They asked me to give myself the opportunity to find this out. They alerted me that it was normal, for most children to be upset or uncomfortable, on their first day in school, and that some of them also became very upset like I was; but that within a few days or weeks, they usually began to feel comfortable in school, and started to enjoy coming there every day. They tried to assure me that - even though I was very unhappy and upset about being there right now - that I would also come to enjoy coming to school, like the other children now did. However, even though I had stopped screaming long enough for them to speak to me (for what seemed like hours - even though it was only for a few minutes) - I ran out of the school building as quickly as I could, to try to catch up with my mother, hoping that she would take me home.

 I remember hearing an adult running after me, but then stopped, after seeing that my mother was only a short distance away. I later found out that this lady was my class teacher. Once my mother heard me running and calling to her, she turned and looked at me. I remember clearly running up to her, and saying very loudly:

“Mommy! Mommy!
I don’t like this place. 
Please don’t make me go back there!”

 Avatars do not get their education from institutions or from any authority in physical dimensions. Any attempt to force them to do so will bring a strong reaction from that Avatar, and a natural desire to fight or escape from anyone, or from any system, that seeks to control or stunt their ability to think, and behave, as the free and impeccable beings that they are. My mother was not surprised to see me running to her, and running away from school. Even though I saw that she looked concerned to see and hear me so upset, I could see that she was also not surprised to see me behaving in this disturbing manner. Even though I was only a five-year-old child, my mother had come to develop confidence in my words, and trust in my actions.  Many times in the past she saw and heard me spoke about numerous situations that she had encountered in life, with people who were trying to hurt (and sometimes help) her, to provide for her children better."

Page 55-57 Chapter Five, The Autobiography Of A God

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"My five years of being held as a social prisoner in grade school provided me with many opportunities to use, and define, areas of my supernatural identity that I had brought with me to this Earth. I had the ability to transport myself to other places and time, while I was listening to stories about heroes that the teacher read to us. Whenever I wanted to leave the confines of that classroom - from being bored - or whenever I was left alone to just sit and pass the time in that classroom, I would just take off metaphysically and go wherever I wanted to. My ability to travel outside of my mortal body to other places, and times, did not begin when I started going to school. I had been doing this since I was an infant, but I never paid any attention to it, because I thought that it was a natural thing for someone to do. I also thought everyone else did it, or could do it. It was also the first time that I did not have my sister with me; and it was also the first time that I was left alone on a daily basis, in a place that I saw as a prison, with no family member being there with me. So I began to use my ability to travel metaphysically more often when I was there, in order to escape the confines of that classroom, and the formal education that was being forced on me, and other kids, by the academic school system.

While listening to those stories about heroes and heroines, I found myself traveling to those places and times where those same people in those stories lived. At first I just saw myself as being a hero,or rather – a heroine - just like they were. During my entire childhood, I spent most of my time dreaming about saving the whole world; or seeing myself as someone who traveled around the world helping and rescuing people who were in trouble. Most children usually spend their time, thinking or dreaming about what they would like to be when they grow up. I spent my entire adolescent years day dreaming about saving the world.  I saw myself traveling to different dimensions and talking to large groups of people about their problems, and providing them with insights and methods that they needed to solve their particular situations. I started doing this even before I learned to talk or walk properly; and I did this over and over on a regular basis even while I was a baby lying or standing or sitting inside the crib where my mother left me for most of my days and nights as a baby. 

Before I started going to school, I just thought that I was only dreaming about the kind of work that I would be doing as someone like an Avatar, without using or knowing about such a word or what it meant. I knew that I was a highly developed being; and I knew that I was being mentored and trained by other highly developed beings. But I did not identify myself as a God, nor did I identify my Unseen Masters as the Gods that I came to know them to be later in my adult life. But I use to daydream of doing the kind of work that an Avatar does since I was about two years old. I use to see myself bringing knowledge to people wherever they were, whenever they were in trouble as a community, as a people, as a civilization. In my childhood dreams, I saw myself helping beings who lost their way, or who had never learned about themselves; or who had forgotten how to find solutions to the problems in their world. I use to see myself in my daydreams showing and teaching these beings how to use the cosmic keys that all beings were given – once they came into being - to open the doors of light that link them to the Source Of Life, who sustains and maintains all of Life. 

Most of the times when these stories about heroes and heroines were being read in that class room, I would traveled to the lands of these heroines and heroes. I would even move around without being observed.  Sometimes I would try to speak to some of the beings, and some of them would even attempt to speak to me without me even trying to speak to them. I really enjoyed those stories, and if I had my way at that time, I would have spent all of my time in those classrooms just listening to those stories. It was through my experiences of teleporting myself to other places and times, during these story reading sessions, that I also discovered that my childhood daydreams of being a heroine to masses of people, were experiences that I actually had in realms that were outside the borders of the three dimensions of the five sense world of humanity that I was now living in as a mortal being. It was through the experiences of being confined in those classrooms, and being held as a prisoner, that I also later came to realize something else that dawned on me years later. Many of the people whom I would later see in my adult life, were some of those same people whom I had met and counselled as an Avatar in other dimensions of reality, while I was an adolescent child doing all that day dreaming about saving the world.

 Many of the people who are seen everyday on television, in the movies, and even in the corporate world, are beings who were in the audiences of some of the groups that I had spoken to over the years, in other dimensions. They have the same eyes, the same faces, and the same auras then just as they do today.  Every time I see one of them, usually on a talk show, or as a host of some show, or even playing some role – I will often say to one of my children, or to my husband: “I know that person, I know that face, I have met that being before”. What is strange, though, is that I have never met any of those people in person, in this life as yet, nor have I ever even spoken to any of them. But I know fully well, as well as I know myself that I have met and spoken to those beings, with these same features then as they have now, during many of my spiritual trips to other places and times.

Despite the joy I felt during those periods that I was able to psychically leave the classroom as a child, I could not escape the wrath of my teachers. I was a well mannered, respectful, and well groomed little girl who got along with other children very well, but I was also a child who simply refused to learn anything that they had tried to teach me. My presence in their classroom was an embarrassment to them, defiance against what they stood for, and what they believed in. They could not allow this stubborn child to remain in their classroom, whenever she decided to show up for class, without making sure that she and the other students knew who was in authority in that room. They wanted to make an example out of me, to show the other students what was in store for them if they also defied their teachers; if they also refused to learn what were expected of them as students in a school system.

My teachers started to abuse me during the first year I was in school, and they continued to abuse me in every class that I was put in, each of those five long years that I was in school. Teachers back then were very big on using physical punishment to discipline students, just like parents did. I lived in a country that was still a British colony, and it was a normal thing for an adult to discipline a child very much like a master punished their slave. Adults like parents, school teachers, an even people in the community, would use different types of objects such as a strap of leather, a piece of bamboo cane, a small branch from a tree, and even the belt for the waist, to discipline a child.

I lived in a country where adults practiced the motto that “if you spare the rod, you will spoil the child.”  Children were not only expected to speak when they were spoken to, and be seen only when they were called, they were also expected, and forced, to be obedient and respectful to every adult they met, all the time. I was a child of about six years old, when my mother forced me to attend school, and I was spanked on only one occasion when I was in school, and that was during my last year of school. I remembered his name to this day - Mr. Mitchell - and he was also the first and the last teacher to make a pass at me. But after he saw that I did not show any interest in him, he hit me on the palm of my right hand with a ruler so hard and so often that my hand swelled up, and became black and blue. But that was the only time that a teacher had ever spanked me.

What they did to me though, was even more painful. My teachers started calling me degrading names at different times. Whenever I refused to answer any of the questions that they asked me about a problem that they wanted me to solve, such as a math problem, they sometimes called me a “dunce”. That meant that I was a dummy, who did not have the intelligence to learn their schoolwork. But I still remained defiant.  I would still refuse to give any answer, or say anything. They saw me as a dummy and I just sat there and remained as still and as quiet as a dummy.  After a period of weeks, or months, they usually started calling me from my seat and forcing me to stand in a corner at the front of the class. This was to try to make me feel embarrassed enough so that I would stop being defiant, and start to learn what they were teaching the class. I did not stop being a dummy: I just became a more defiant dummy! When that did not work, they would then start putting a dunce cap on my head, and force me to stand or kneel in a corner, sometimes with my hands held high, sometimes with my hands at my side.

The more they tried to break my will, by trying to embarrass and humiliate me, the more determined, and defiant I became. I refused to learn anything they were teaching, and they refused to stop trying to force me to learn their academics. It was a battle that I refused to lose, and it was a fight that they kept trying to win.  I was battling for my right to control my own life and protect my spiritual development, so that I could do the work that I came to Earth to do. They were waging a war against me, to force me to conform and adapt to the system of thinking and control that the authorities in different areas of power in Society use to mould and shape people into “normal human beings.” I refused to allow these teachers to program me into becoming a logical, rational, practical, and realistic individual who could be depended on to get a job, raise a family; and support and protect the way of life that they had inherited as babies, and practiced as they grew into adults.

Some of the teachers I had were crueler towards me than others. Some of my teachers made me kneel in a corner near the front of the class, with a dunce cap on my head, and my hands held high above. Some of them went as far as forcing me to remain in that position for a long time. I remember kneeling for hours at a time in this position on many occasions. Some teachers even forced me to continue to stay in that position during morning break, lunch, and even afternoon break, hoping that they would be able to wear me down and then break my spirit. I was not even allowed to go to the washroom while I was being punished. I was not allowed to do anything that would bring me relief from the pain that I felt on my knees from kneeling on a concrete floor for hours. I remember the many times that I knelt in some of those classrooms in that painful position, and listened to the children laughing and playing outside during my breaks and during lunch period. But I did not give in. I could not give in! Something deep inside me told me that I would die a death that was even worse than death itself, if I stopped defying those teachers and accept the academic teaching, that they were doing everything that they could, to force me to learn.

I found strength through the mistreatment that I received at the hands of my teachers, and some of my classmates because of my refusal to learn their form of education. I may have been only a little girl who was fighting against an abusive system being run by adults. But this “dummy” was more a match for them because I was a highly developed being, and I was aware of that fact. Nothing they did to me made me feel humiliated, or embarrassed. I knew why I was fighting them; I knew that it was my right as a free being to fight them every step of the way; and that I had no choice but to fight them to protect what I am, and what I was carrying.

Each time that one of my teachers called be a dummy, or a dunce, whenever I refused to do any of the schoolwork that they asked of me, I would smile inside myself with pride. I knew that I was not a dummy, or a dunce, but someone who was developed and educated in a different way than they were, or were teaching children to be. I was receiving a higher form of education than they could ever teach. Each time that they put a dunce cap on my head, and wrote the words “dunce”, or “big dunce” on the front of it, I actually felt very special.

The dunce cap was made out of white paper, and it had a pointy end at the top, like a cone, which reminded me of the cone shape hats that witches wear. I identified with witches, because I also had many of the same supernatural abilities that they were suppose to have – plus many more. I knew I had the same supernatural abilities like my real teachers did, like the beings I called my Unseen Masters. I was not a genius who refused to learn things that were not of interest to that person. I was a God who refused to allow beings, whom I had come to Earth to uplift and enlighten and liberate - to force me into becoming as defected in my thinking and deformed in my behaviour as many of them had become.

The cruel and painful treatment that those teachers inflicted on a young Avatar was actually a sample of what the larger Society, and all its defenders and protectors had waiting in store for me, as I grew older.  The injustices and abuses I endured in the school system not only made me stronger as a person, but it also made me very aware of the kind of opposition that I would be encountering for the rest of my life, especially when I became an adult. I became painfully aware even then, that I was up against a whole civilization of humanity that was determined to use its people, its authorities as much and as long as it could. And that meant using every means at its disposal to either force me, and others, to conform and go along with its harmful and destructive ways of thinking and living. It also meant doing and saying whatever they could do, to try to discredit or destroy me – or anyone like me. 

Though I was an adolescent child, I was very aware that I had my work cut out for me. I was the person who had come to Earth to bring all beings together, with the Ancient Knowledge that I had brought of how everyone must go about developing and growing into higher beings. And for what I was, and what I was carrying, I knew as a young child that my future was going to be a living hell until I had finally turned the tide and start to get my work done. And the beautiful thing was that I was already practicing and refining this flawless, faultless, blameless way of thinking and living in my own life as a little girl. In this way, I would not only be able to teach this new way of being with my words, but I would also be able to show it in action through the impeccable content and quality of my own life as a God living as a mortal being among a race of human beings.

What those teachers put me through, forced me to find out at an early age – what I was really made of. They forced me to find out the kind of endurance I had, made me aware of the strength of my conviction, and taught me about the value of holding my ground regardless of the opposition. As well, they alerted me about the extent to which people in authority are prepare to go to try to keep me from succeeding in my job. I was a young Avatar, who had not yet fully defined who I was, or even started to utilize even a quarter of the abilities that I am now using as an adult. Yet I had survived the torture, torment, and pain that those authorities put me through for those five years while they held me a prisoner in those classrooms, while they held me as a hostage in their academic system of education. 

 What I have gone through since then has been much more damaging, much more dehumanizing, much more painful than what I was forced to endure during my brief life as a grade school student. It has truly tested my will to survive; it has truly tested the level of my sanity; it has truly tested my ability to keep my spirit free from doing or saying anything to harm or degrade anyone; and it has truly tested the compassion and the great love that I have for all beings on Earth. If I had not been forced to go through those awful experiences I was subjected to as a child, at the hands of the school authorities, I do not believe I would have been as ready as I became, to endure the living hell that was waiting for me in my adult years."

Page 58-61, Chapter 5, The Autobiography Of A God

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