I actually liked Mr Phil Brown, and the person that I found him to be during that one-hour meeting that we had with him that day. He was warm and sympathetic and even sensitive to our plight as a persecuted family. I saw that in his aura, and in the honesty and the warmth of words that he spoke to me, and I appreciated that from him. That kind of warmth and sensitivity was something that I rarely saw or received from any one working in government or even in the business world. I told him that, and I thanked him for that during that meeting. But Mr Brown only spoke for about a few minutes during that meeting, and only at the end of it. Instead he took the time to listen, and he did not even get the opportunity to respond to anything that I had spoken about, even though I was also not given the opportunity to speak about anything in details. He also indicated to me that he thought he had a group of workers at Family Residence, who seemed to be ready to offer me the kind of support that we needed, and which I had been fighting with many of them to get. As well, he assured me that he would take the time to read my letter and to consider the concerns that I had raise in that meeting, and at some point in the future that he would arrange for another meeting with me to speak about those concerns.

For me that meeting was a waste of time, and also of opportunities to speak to this man properly about my concerns, and also to have him respond to me about them in that meeting. I wanted to know from him what he was able, or willing to do, to help me to make my case for reparations from a country that I had lived in for over twenty five years; and also been persecuted in along with my own family because I have tried to have those years of wrongs made right, by the people in this Society who have done them to me and my family. I needed to meet with him again, and this time I was going to make sure that the meeting was longer than an hour, and also that none of that time was used to have us provide any background information about our residential history.

It had been about two months since that meeting, and for the past three weeks I have made at least six telephone calls to the office of Mr Brown. I spoke to his secretary twice, left two three messages on his voice mail, and also spoke to someone who said she was his assistant. No one returned my call. Sherry had reassured me during our last meeting that she was going to make an appointment for me to meet with Mr Brown within the next few weeks. However, I did not trust her to do that especially after the mistrustful way that she behaved towards me, and my husband. And as well, I had been asking her for many weeks now when I would be able to meet with him again, and she kept telling me that I should be patient because he was a busy man who was hard to get an appointment to see.

I was getting frustrated by all the games that these people were playing with my life, and with my family’s future. One day I decided that I was going to go on a hunger strike, to let them know that I was prepared to put my mortal life on the line in order to try to stop the wrongs that were being done to my family in this shelter system, and in Society as a whole. I was at the office of Family Residence with Andraggon to get us reimbursed for the case of meal replacement, which was a weekly event for us, when I had a conversation with Yara, one of the female supervisors there, and someone who I like as a person. At the time we were speaking to her about getting the problem of the countertop in our motel room fixed, or replaced. She was the person in charge of those things at Gateway Inn, and she was trying to arrange for that problem to be taken care of. However, that day she informed me that the motel manager told her that he could not repair that countertop unless we were out of the room for about half a day. But this same manager had revealed to Andraggon earlier that day that his maintenance staff was able to do the work with us in that room, but that they would have to go and come for different periods of time. So when Yara told me what she did that evening, I was ticked when I saw the games being played. I do not play games with anyone and I was not going to allow these people to continue to play their games with my family’s life.

“I am going on a hunger strike as of right now!” I told Yara that evening as she stood behind the counter of that large office. And I said it loud enough for the other workers there to hear, as well as anyone else who happened to be in that area. That was not all I said to Yara as she stood there listening and looking at me and not knowing what to say to me. I love and respect Yara as a sister, even if she is from a culture whose language I cannot speak or even understand; and I see that she also genuinely cares about me as a person and about how much I was suffering because of how hard I fight as a woman to right wrongs being done to me, my family, or other people. There was nothing that she could have said or done to me that Friday afternoon, however, that would have made me change my mind, or to even let me know that she wished me well. I knew that she did, though, without having to say a single word; and she knew that I knew that she did – and I respected and appreciated this lady for that. She was a woman who had managed to become a supervisor in an emergency shelter system, that was operated and managed mostly by men; and which came into existence mainly because of a way of living in a Society that was also controlled by men, and which also exists mainly to serve the desires and the interests of males, and men in particular.

Even if Yara wanted to, she could not let me know that she supported my decision to go on a hunger strike, in an effort to put an end to the games being played with my family’s lives by the people inside and outside this emergency shelter system. She was a woman, and a woman who was working and living in a world that was owned and controlled and used by members of the other gender – because they held this misguided view that they had the divine right to do so; and also their physical superiority as males to use their might to decide what was wrong or what was right.

However, I decided to “interrupt” it about a week later after my husband asked me in the second to last meeting that we had with Pat and Sherry to do so. They also agreed that I should, and even though I did not really want to, I agreed to do so out of respect for the concern and the love that my husband showed me in that meeting; and also to show Pat and Sherry that I was flexible when I needed to be, in decisions that I make or actions that I take. I was also moved by the show of concern for my health that I saw from Pat and also from Sherry that afternoon.

About a week later, though, I decided to resume my hunger strike. I made that decision one evening when I called Mr Brown’s office for the seventh time, and spoke to his secretary. This lady tried all sorts of ways to keep me from speaking to Mr Brown both times when I spoke to her before. At first she told me that he was not in the office, then when I asked when he would be back that day, she gave me all sorts of reasons, such as he would be tied up in a meeting, or busy doing one thing or another. Both times before she gave me that song and dance about how it was hard for me to reach him or about how she did not know what his schedule was that day. For a secretary she was not a good liar, or rather she did not know how to lie very well. I know that secretaries are hired partially for how well they can protect their boss from people who are calling to speak to him or her that they do not wish to talk to at that time, or even talk to period.

This secretary did not know, however, that I was one person who had the ability to not only see through the games that she was playing, or trying to play with me. I was someone who had the inner sight to literally see her in person as she sat there in that office making up her lies. I do not need a hidden camera, or even a video camera, for me to see her live in person and in action. I have the spiritual, or supernatural abilities, as a God, to see anyone or anything anywhere in the Cosmos at anytime I chose to. This secretary was mocking my intelligence as a God, for she knew that I was the Galextra who had called many times before to speak to her boss, and I had made it know to him, as well as to other employees of Family Residence about my true identity as a God. When I saw that she was playing her ‘excuses games’ as the secretary of the man I was trying to meet with again, I became ticked. And I told her to tell her boss that I was back on my hunger strike; and that this time I would not end it until he had met with me, and also taken my concerns seriously, as well as taken steps for me to take my issues to his superiors. On the 26th of November at Wednesday, at midnight, I began my hunger strike. Exactly eight days later, my daughter Mahogohney joined me. I did not like having to starve my body of food, especially at a point in my life where I need to have a certain amount of nutrition just to maintain my ailing body.

Over two years ago, I went on a hunger strike to protest a number of problems that I wanted to be addressed by the people in power throughout the world. At that time, I had become fed up with having to watch my family go through the amount of abuses that we were undergoing at that point when we lived at Murray Road. I also wanted to let the leaders of the different nations on the planet know that a God was living amongst them, and that she was willing and ready to give up her mortal life and starve to death – if I needed to – in order to push them to move to bring an end to the pain and suffering and violence that humanity, and other Races of Beings were living in and dying from. Andraggon sent faxes and e-mails to as many governments, televisions, radio stations, newspapers, magazines, and celebrities as he could find addresses for. He also sent a copy of this press release to as many representatives in the United Nations who e-mail addresses he could find. I lived on a diet of a few bottles of water and a few glasses of orange juices a day during that hunger strike. I was willing to starve myself to death, just as the race of humanity was being starved to death of the spiritual nourishment that their hearts and minds need for them to live and develop into higher spiritual beings. That was the first time that I had ever decided to go on a hunger strike. It was one of the hardest things I had ever done in my life but I was ready for it. I was someone who had a history of not eating much, and of not even eating properly when I did. I also knew what it was like to have to go without having enough food to eat as a child growing up in Trinidad.

For a number of weeks during the month of October November of 2002, I survived only on water and fruit juices. At first it was hard to not think of wanting to eat, but after about a week or so, my body became use to not eating any food. My husband told me at the time about Mahatma Ghandi, and how he had gone on a hunger strike for many weeks to try to keep his beloved India from being ripped apart by violence between Muslims and the much larger Hindu population. India did eventually split into two nations, and Pakistan became a new nation for most of the Muslims people of India. But Ghandi’s hunger strike did manage to force his people to put down their arms for a brief period of time, even though they took them up again after he was assassinated shortly afterwards. I liked the idea of a God using a hunger strike, to try to get the human race to put an end to the injustices and inequalities and violence and destruction that it was doing to each other, and to other Races of Beings living among them.

It would take an entire book to even begin to list the different levels and forms of injustices that have been inflicted on most of the people of the human race by a small group of rich and powerful and greedy and immoral people all across the planet for ages now; and continue to do to humanity. I am not into numbers and dates and facts and figures as I have made clear a number of times before in this book. As a God I am not only able to see the scope and depth of these injustices on different levels but I also feel the weight and the burden of it directly – because the heart and mind of a God is connected directly to that of the Cosmos itself; and to the experiences of all beings and groups of beings living and experiencing their own realities in one dimension or another. But the numbers are staggering when one looks at the impact of the depth and scope of the wrongs and the pain and misery and devastation and destruction done to humankind (and other kinds of beings living on this planet) by Mankind especially for far too long now. My studious husband provided me with some of these ghastly and reprehensible facts and figures, which he has been keeping an eye on over the years, concerning some of the injustices and devastation done to men and women and children by men of means and might in particular.

These wrongs may not be viewed by the people living in the rich nations or even those struggling to stay alive in the poorest countries on this planet as wrongs. They may even be accepted as being “legal” by the heads of governments and their people. But if they harm and degrade and diminish and destroy the lives and hopes and dreams and future of human beings, or other Races of Beings: they are wrongs that must me made right by those who are doing those wrongs – whether they break the laws of the land or not. A wrong is a wrong whether it is considered a legal or illegal act. Even if it does not harm or hurt another person or group or nation: if that act is done with the intention to harm in anyway – it is a wrong that has been committed and must be corrected inside the minds of those who commit that wrong or who intent to do so at some point in the future. I have said this before, and I will say this again and again as many times as I need to. If what you do or say harms or devalues another person or group in anyway, you are doing wrong! Even if what you do or say is not deemed “illegal” by the laws of the land in which you live and work and play and die – whether you are a person, a member of a group, a nation, a corporation, a government, or whatever kind of being you know yourself to be. Andraggon lists some of the crimes against humanity being committed by the richest and strongest and greediest individuals and corporations and governments who have been feasting on the fat of the land against the majority of humanity who continue to be ripped off, lied to, and left to starve and struggle just to get enough to eat to get through each day as mortal beings.

The crimes being committed against most of humanity by a small group of human beings are too great to really list or even measure. The worse of these moral criminals are found almost entirely among the rich and powerful in corporations and governments and financial institutions. And most of the time the awful crimes they commit are considered legal or not outside the laws of that country or government. The meek may eventually inherit the Earth, as the Christians have been taught to believe, but right now the mighty and the wealthy are plundering it – and they are doing so almost at will, and with the blessings and even the support of governments in general. What they are doing to human beings, to the Other Races of Beings, and to the planet Herself – are revolting and destructive and reprehensible. These are some of the reasons why I decided to go on a hunger strike on two different occasions during the last few years. Here’s Andraggon with a few facts and figures that he came across:

“Most of the planet’s inhabitants are being oppressed or enslaved or just plain deprived of the opportunity to live as healthy, nourished, and peaceful beings. There are over 246 million children now working as child labourers in most of the poorer countries of the world, and most of them are earning pennies a day and working 12 hours or more each day. Over 24,000 human beings die of starvation, and over 30,000 more die from diseases that are preventable every single day. While at the same time over 80% of all the wealth and resources on this planet are concentrated in the hands of less than 20% of the population on Earth, with less than 2% of them controlling over 40% of everything on this plundered planet.

Today, there are over 450 billionares (that’s someone whose personal assets has more a number in front with 12 zeros (000,000,000,000 ) behind it. Of the world’s 100 largest economies, 51 of them are multi-national corporations; and of that 51: 47 of them are American owned corporations. The richest people on this planet have become filthy richer and the poorest have been pushed deeper into poverty and despair and illness and death on a larger and larger scale. The “globalists” are having a field day as they continue to reshape the planet into a paradise for their own profit and greed – regardless of the ghastly consequences to the health of the planet or the future of all of life on it.”

The idea that most of the planet’s largest economies are mult1-national corporations, instead of nations, is disturbing and wrong and devastating for life on this planet. Yet I saw the rise and dominance of this corporate animal years ago – called Capitalism - and I warned anyone in and outside of government who would listen – in the country that I have living in for over 30 years now of the coming of this gluttonous economic beast. But my warnings fell on deaf years even after my family had been forced to end our almost year-long protest as by living on the streets of Toronto, and inside a public park for most of 1991. Human beings have developed a dangerous habit of refusing to take any warning about any upcoming danger seriously that they are not able to see coming on the horizon for themselves. And people with vision who show them obstacles that are ahead of them on the road of time are often ignored by these spiritual impaired and morally challenged beings time and time again throughout history.

I did not know what impact my hunger strike was going to have but I knew what I intended for it to do. And I listed those goals in my press release in the form of thirteen grievances for which I was on my hunger strike. You could say that I was testing the global waters to see where their hearts and minds of the leaders of the world, and also the mass Media was at – on the question of justice and equality for everyone living on this planet. They were only thirteen issues that I wanted addressed as a top priority by the leaders and shakers living on this planet, but they covered a number of key problems that have been plaguing and paralysing the lives of most beings living on Earth.

My Thirteen Reasons For Going On A Hunger Strike two years earlier:

1. Stop attacking marriages and start protecting them.
2. Stop tearing down families and start strengthening them.
3. Stop raising boys to become selfish and abusive men and girls to become obedient and enticing women. And start raising boys and girls to become strong, caring, and responsible adults who view and treat each other respectfully and as equals.
4. Stop holding women hostages in Society - and start treating us, as the true equals that we are.
5. Stop allowing Big Business to sell products and services that are high in price and low in quality to the people and then treat them like nuisances and troublemakers when they complain.
6.. Stop allowing Big Business to hold countries hostages, and use their economic might to control their political leaders and exploit their people.
7. Rich Nations must cancel the debt owed them by the poorer nations of the world.
8. Stop allowing the Media to continue to corrupt and destroy the hearts and minds of the people – especially the children – with its daily menu of profanity, nudity, violence, sex, and huge portions of disrespect for everything and everyone.
9. Stop using the different Systems of authority to control the hearts and minds of the people.
10. End the global warfare against Mother Earth, against her nature children, and against the environment before the Earth is forced to fight back and purge herself of all the things and the beings who are destroying her life, her health, and her children.
11. Stop enslaving people of color throughout the world.
12. Start paying the financial debt that is owed to the descendants of the people you enslaved for over 400 years; and return the land and resources stolen from the Native People of the Earth that you still occupy (or pay them back fully for that which they owned); and also return the dignity and respect to them that they deserve as a people.
13. Governments must stop robbing and raping the people of their money and their power to make decisions for their own lives, and for their own families.

One day I decided to end my hunger strike, after a number of weeks of being on it. Few people seemed to care that I was starving myself to death for a cause that was larger than life. I got some replies from about a half dozen members of different nations at the United Nations, and some of them were even sympathetic to my cause, which I appreciated. I even got a few replies from some Internet users who had read the press release that I had posted there. I even got a number of people logging in on my website that gave some information about me, and my hunger strike. But in general I was ignore by the Media, and also by the representatives of the different nations working in the United Nations. I was not really surprise that my hunger strike was not paid attention to by the people and organizations I had faxed and email about it. I was sad and disappointed that they did not have the vision of inner sight to see the value or the wisdom of what I had tried to do. They failed that test miserably because they had hardened their hearts, and closed their minds to the fact that I was someone who was literally starving herself of food in order to force them to face certain crucial issues head on that they were not willing or ready to deal with. I did not keep track of the number of days that I had gone without food. My husband did then, just as he is doing now. When I saw that I was being ridiculed and tormented by the very people whom I was starving myself to death to save from destroying themselves, I finally decided one day to end my hunger strike.

I had begun my hunger strike on the morning of Monday October the 9th. This was Canada’s Thanksgiving Day, as well as the Jewish’s Yom Kipper. When I ended my hunger strike, I asked my husband how many days I had been on it. He replied that it was November the 18th – and that my hunger strike had lasted exactly 40 days. I did not know that nor did I plan that, but that was what it was, and when it ended. My husband just had to look at me and shake his head in amazement. I guess we Gods do work in mysterious ways, I thought to myself, even when we are not conscious of it on certain levels when we work as mortal beings. There was also something about the number 40, which we also use to make a point about our identity as Gods over time whenever we come among mortal beings to live mortal lives.

About a week into my hunger strike, I received a call from Mr Brown at about 7.30 p.m. on a Friday night. I was surprised to hear him finally returning my calls. We spoke for about fifteen minutes. He asked me about how I was doing, about the issues that I wanted to speak to him about, and about my concerns regarding issues that I had with Family Residence. He also informed me that he would have someone from his office meet with me, and my husband, at Family Residence to try to deal with the concerns that we had about issues taking place there. It was a meaningful conversation. But I was not happy with the fact that I was not able to meet with this man again, and that I would have to meet with someone who works for him. He asked me to end my hunger strike, but I was not ready to do so, and I told him that during that conversation.

Approximately a week later, I received a call from Leslie Jardene, the manager of Family Residence, in Scarborough, in which she informed me that she was making an appointment for us to meet with Mr Brown’s assistance at his office downtown. She gave a choice of January 5 or January 6th for that meeting, and it was scheduled to last for 90 minutes. I indicated to her that she should make sure that she provided all the information that we had given to Family Residence about residential history, and other issues that we brought to their attention since we have been living in this motel, and have written to them about. This way, none of that time would be spent in that meeting speaking about our residential history, or having to have my husband give information about that. She agreed, and the date was set.

When I told my husband, who was sitting on our bed, and listening to what I was saying in that conversation, the date that the meeting was scheduled for, he looked at me with that investigative look that he always get when he gets on the trail of any issue that catches his attention. Then he went over to the wall, and looked at the calendar to check something or another, and told me the following: “Hone: do you know that your meeting on the 5th of January with take place on exactly the 40th day of your hunger strike?”

There was that number 40 again. What is it about the number forty that seem to be always popping up in our lives, I wondered to myself. I was not into numbers or dates or figures or even facts that mortal beings have become so fond of tracking and keeping. My first hunger strike had lasted exactly forty days - according to my husband - the dutiful keep of dates and facts and figures. The date that I was to finally have my second and important meeting with someone whom Mr Brown had chosen to meet with us in his head office, was also on the forty day of my second hunger strike. I did not plan for my first hunger strike to end forty days later nor did I planned for this crucial meeting during my second hunger strike to take place on the 40th day either. Other Gods had arranged that, and I had no objections to them doing do. They had their job to do in this work that I was here to do, and they were doing that. And this God appreciated their help and welcomed their support.

Christmas came and went as if it was just another day for my family. There was no presence under the one-foot tree that I had put up in our room for any of us. Mahogohney did get a memory card for the PlayStation 2 game that she had won for Shaka during the last year that we lived at 48 Dunmail Drive, in a contest that was held by the Zeller’s store in the Bridlewood Mall just before Christmas. For her 22nd birthday, we bought her a video game but she was not able to play it properly because she did not have a PlayStation 2 memory card to save it on. That was the card that we had finally scraped up $40 from our weekly money from social services through Family Residence, to buy for her for Christmas. It was not much for a gift for her, but it meant a lot to us that she got a present for Christmas this year. Andraggon and I did not mind not getting a present this year again. We had each other, and we were even closer and stronger in our love and respect for each other than we had ever been in our twenty eight years together as a couple on this planet. We also had a beautiful being who was living with us, whom we were blessed to have come into our lives 22 years ago and live as our daughter. She was a true princess in the Cosmic sense of the word, and we loved her for being the rock of support that she had become for me, and also for the endless support and love that she gave to me and to the rest of the family.

Christmas this year was not filled with laughter and gifts and food and drinks for my small family; and it has not been this way for a number of years now. I was on the 29th day of my hunger strike on Christmas day, and our daughter was on her 21st day. We were not thinking about having to watch others around us gouge themselves with food, as people often do at Christmas with there families. The only person who was eating anything in our house was Andraggon, and he was now only having soup that he made from scratch. In order to keep us from feeling tempted while he drank his delicious West Indian soup (with dumplings, green bananas, potatoes, tomatoes, pumpkin, egg plant, and pieces of ox tail mixed inside it) my Andraggon would put his plastic bowl of soup inside a huge bowl that he used to store hot ginger or even knead flour for dumplings or bakes in the past. This was his way of respecting our hunger strike by trying not to eat all that delicious and tasty soup in front of me, or my daughter. We were all living in one room, which was smaller than your average size living room, so he had no place to go for him to be able to eat his food, without feeling that he was enticing us to want to eat or drink some of his delicious soup.

On Christmas day he insisted that my daughter and I should have a bowl of his soup out of respect for the spirit of Christmas. My daughter had a small bowl of soup earlier Christmas morning, or should I say about three o clock in the morning – and she loved it. For twenty-one days that young lady had been living on nothing but liquids, like apple juice, v eight drinks, and lots of water. This was a feat that she never thought that she would have the discipline to achieve. But she was mentally ready for it, and that was why I suggested early in my hunger strike to her that it was a good idea for her to join me in my fast. At first she did not think that she could do something as drastic or as strenuous as to go on a hunger strike. Mahogohney is not a big eater, and she also is someone who is very conscious of everything that she puts inside her body. She is the calorie counter in the family, and for years now she has been very conscious of trying to find a way to get rid of the extra weight that she had gained from remaining at home for most of her young life. Her father and I had become very concerned about how much weight she had gained, because we both knew that it would create health problems for her in the future if she continued to put on that weight on her young body. Her heart and lungs and joints would have to work harder and harder when she had to move around or even stand up or sit down.

I was not concerned about her being overweight because of the look that it gave her. Big body women can look and feel beautiful as women who are thinner if they are allowed the freedom to do so, and if they are respected for who they are inside, and not for what they look like on the outside, by the people around them. Our daughter is about five feet ten inches tall, and has a full figure that any big body woman would be proud to have. And both her father and I were proud of our little princess. But we were worried that if she continued to get heavier that she would start to have a harder time to move around. Before she started her hunger strike, she had lost a lot of the weight that she use to have from the different things she was now doing on a regular basis - such as walking to the mall about twenty minutes away, and to a local library which took over an hour by foot to get to. She was doing this routine about two to three times a week during the summer and the fall, and she was still making those trips about twice weekly even though it was now winter. Her father and I had also helped her to change her diet to mostly liquids for the past few months, which included meal replacements and other juices and hot drinks.

Gradually, she lost about a third of the weight that she had when we left Dunmail Drive almost a year ago. The hunger strike took her weight loss program to a new level. She is now about half the size that she was at Dunmail Drive, and she is now shrinking steadily every week. Our pet name for her these days is “shrinking violet;” and she loves what she sees happening to her body. By the time summer comes, even if she does not continue to have any solid food to eat, I will not be surprise to see our beautiful princess looking just like the tall and trim being that she is when she is in her spiritual body. I do not recommend that anyone go on a hunger strike, or a fast, in order to try to lose weight, as my daughter is now doing. There are less drastic and more natural ways to go about losing extra weight from one’s body. A healthy diet and regular exercise is the most ancient and natural way for any mortal being to lose weight, as well as having a vision or an image of the look that they want to have formed in their mind, and looked at every now and then.

I am not going to be dragged into this preoccupation and modern day obsession that westerners have about trying to keep weight off their bodies, or trying to keep their bodies from aging, or from looking as if they are growing older. That’s not my focus or my area of interest, even though I am forced to react to this kind of preoccupation that people of all ages now have about looking young or looking slim throughout their lives. Once you each start to discover that you are immortal beings, who is living in a mortal body among other immortal beings, who also now look as mortal as you do - the force of that personal revelation will cause you to start to change your whole view of what it means to be a spiritual being living in a physical body on the planet Earth. You no longer will feel the “need” to spend so much time and energy focusing on how young or slim or beautiful your mortal body looks to you, or to other immortal beings who look like you.

If I did not need to keep my body slim, in order for me to be able to have the energy that I need to maintain my ailing body, I would not care one bit if my body was slim or heavy. And I would not care one bit how young or old I look if I did not have to present a certain youth image to the Media and the people in your now youth obsessed world. My hunger strike has also helped me to remove weight from my body that I do not want there, and which I did not have there for most of my life. I am looking trimmer, and my body is feeling lighter that it has in years. Some people may call my hunger strike a fast that I have decided to take, that does not have a set time for it to end. I can see that point of view. Not only does my body feel lighter but my mind is calmer and my spirit feels clearer. So there are added benefits to my hunger strike that I expected and also welcomed.
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