Mr Palacio
Toronto City Councilor
Ward 17

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May 13, 2009:

In the summer of 1990 the Toronto Star covered the story of an African Caribbean family who staged a personal protest against poverty by living as a homeless family on the streets of Toronto, nside their small 1982 Saburu, on the grounds of New City Hall for a week, on the property of Queens Park for a weekend, and inside Trethewey Public Park for what turned out to be 244 days and night before they were abruptly forced to flee that frozen park and end their protest on a blistering cold night during the 3rd week of January of 1991.

My name is Avatar Galextra and I am the wife and mother of that family of two adults and two adolescent children who took that courageous and remarkable stance against the injustices that we had been forced to endure since we began as a family near the start of the 1980’s, and which millions of other Canadian families were also experiencing in their own lives. Though our protest was brought to a sudden end that night over 18 years ago both my daughter and myself have not brought our protest to an end, and we both still continue to wage this protest against the wrongs which my family is being subjected to by people from every walk of life in this city, including those working in different institutions of authorities, different industries, and from the general public as well. Because of who I am as an Avatar, and the work that I have been doing since I was a little girl on the Twin Caribbean Island of Trinidad and Tobago – to introduce a new way of being to all of life living on the surface of the blue planet today – both myself and my family have been targeted for systematic attack by a network of people living in this city who are working to protect and maintain the systems of control that are being used to suppress and oppress the human race as well as the other lifeforms sharing the surface of the blue planet with human beings today.
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The Toronto Star was one of the few local newspapers who brought the story of our protest to the people of this city in 1990, along with Mike Duffy of CTV, during one of his Sunday Edition shows. And my family will always be grateful to the Toronto Star for covering our story then. Our story still continues however because the same issues, that I took my family on the streets of Toronto to live as a homeless family for almost 9 months in 1990, have grown to become some of the major problems that are strangling, fracturing, and destroying the quality and content of the lives of the overwhelming majority of people living in this city, this province, this country; and well as those human beings living across the surface of this plundered, poisoned, depleted planet today.
During our family protest I warned, and pleaded, repeatedly about the urgent need for the different bodies of authorities – including Governments and corporations - to begin to serve the greater of all of society instead of protecting and catering to the interests and agendas of only certain people from certain cultures and groups in society; and I also called upon the people of this city, province, and country to begin to see and treat all members of the human race with the respect, thoughtfulness, and care that they each deserve, and that they are taught to show their those human beings they consider their family members and close friends. As I Avatar I warned over and over again at that time that unless, and until, we begin to use our lives to enrich and empower the lives of all members of the human race, as well as all members of all life forms living on this plant with us: before too long the people of this planet will become consumed by the scope of the different problems they have allowed to fester and mushroom into all the different forms of social, economic, and political cancers now eating away at the very foundation and fabric of life in this city as well as all other communities existing on this planet today.
I remember being told by people living inside the different communities that we lived inside of during the 1980’s, by different politicians, bureaucrats, professionals, retail managers, and people from the general public – over and over that I should mind my own business; and that I should stop look after my own family, and stop worrying about the welfare and welfare of other people; that I should stop expecting believe to live up to the high moral and ethical standard that I set for myself and for my own family, and that I should leave people alone to live their lives in whatever manner they choose to do so. I was attacked and persecuted, along with members of my own family, because people accused me of being too sensitive and too picky about the problems in society. I was beaten down, battered, and beaten up – verbally, emotionally, mentally, and sometimes physically – for insisting that people should be held accountable for their words as well as their deeds: especially if they harm, degrade, and diminish the lives of other human beings, or other races of beings living in this city and across this planet.
Over the course of the nearly 18 years since our family protest against poverty and injustice officially ended all the different moral and ethical issues that I spoke about back then have now grow into menacing monstrosities that now destroying the majority of marriages, tearing apart most families, ruining the health of most life forms, corrupting the lives of most of the children, and manipulating human beings to become more and more selfish, self serving and self centered in their private as well as their public lives – and by enticing and pressuring them to prostitute and sell their integrity, their character, and their very soul in their pursuit of material assets and social status.
As a result of this eroding of the moral fabric, and the ethical foundation of human life all across this planet over the past few decades, especially, women are now walking around with their children and no father or husband in sight; and women are now going after each other’s husband or boyfriends by using flirtatious and seductive behavior to stroke the ego and stimulate the loins of men they see in private as well as public places, while their teenage daughters are now playing the same promiscuous games, and coming on to any man that they see, whether or not he is with his wife or his girlfriend. And men are now robbing the cradle more and more and going after young girls who are younger than their own daughters, and even their granddaughters. And that is just the thick of the social iceberg that is damaging and destroying the lives of the overwhelmingly majority of human beings living on this planet today, and in the process taking the rest of the other life forms as well as the environment down with it.
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For nearly twenty years I have been searching for the opportunity to bring the story of the life changing and planet healing that I have been doing to the people of this city, of this province. However, the impact of the different forms of attacks that my family and I have been subjected to, and have survived, have left my family and myself deeply wounded emotionally, traumatized mentally, and has forced us to live as a family of economic paupers, forced to live as a family of social outcasts, forced us to live in seclusion as a family of recluse inside every home, and inside every community, that we have lived in since the early 1980’s until this very day as I speak. Yet my battered and bruised and injured family of now just three adults – myself, my husband, and my daughter, have remained strong, become even closer than before, and have developed an internal fortitude, acquired a resilence, and

The problem that I need to bring to your attention involves the Toronto Transit Commission and the disruptive and harmful impact that the TTC has had on our lives for a number of years now, and even more so recently. My husband and I experienced an incident about a month ago that involved the TTC, which almost ended up with us both being intentionally run over by a TTC driver at the platform inside one of the subway stations. It was an experienced which left both my husband and I deeply shocked, extremely surprised, and very concern for our safety as people who have been using the TTC as our main source of transportation for a few decades now. We still have not recovered from the impact that this nearly tragic incident has had on our lives and on our state of mind.

On Friday afternoon of April 3rd, just over five weeks ago, my husband and I were waiting inside the St Clair West Station at the platform for the 52 St Clair West bus to arrive. We were the first in line, and we stood right next to the bus sign which was posted for this bus to pull up beside to pick up passengers. It was early in the evening rush hour, about 4.30 pm, and a lot of people had lined up behind us in order to board this bus through the front door as we had done. The bus stop for the Keele 52 bus had been temporarily moved from the other side of the station, where it is normally located, to the platform where streetcars are boarded for westbound as well as eastbound travel along St Clair West. And the platform for the streetcars is not raised above the ground for passenger pickup as the platform - on the other side of the station where the Keele 52 bus is designated to pick up its passengers - is raised above the ground by about eight inches or so. This absence of a raised platform would turn out to be a crucial issue on this particular afternoon because its absence would provide this TTC driver who deliberately attempted to run me over with the Keele 53 St Clair West bus that she was driving with the perfect opportunity to try to run me over that memorable afternoon by making it easier for her to do so.

This entire incident happened so quickly, and so unexpectedly, that afternoon that it caught both my husband and myself completely by surprise, as well as the people who were standing in line directly behind us. Yet it also seemed to have taken place in slow motion as it unfolded before my eyes. We were waiting for what seemed like about ten minutes for the next Keele 52 Bus to show up. And when it finally did the driver parked it on the far right side of the street inside the station (near the South East side) from where the platform for the streetcars for both directions was located. The bus remained parked for what seemed like a few minutes. Then the driver turned this bus quickly away from where she had parked it, and steered it away from that side of the street inside the station, placing it about twenty or so yards away from where we had lined up at the front of the line waiting to be the first to board it.

There was nothing unusual about what this driver had done so far. We have witness many other TTC drivers in the past inside different subway stations park their bus on the far side of the road, a short distance from where the passengers wait at the respective platform for that particular bus to board it. Many times the driver leaves the bus at that spot for a short while, in order to take a washroom break, for example; and many of them even park at that spot in order to leave it for another driver to take over from them – for whatever the reason. And many times that driver will just pull up in that area and wait inside that empty bus for a few minutes, because they are too far ahead of schedule, until its time for them to pull up to the platform for passengers to board their bus.

This was what this driver had done that Friday afternoon, by parking her bus on the other side of the street inside the subway of St Clair Avenue West. She must have been ahead of schedule in a transit system that polices its drivers like a tight military operation when it comes to making sure that they stay on schedule throughout their entire run for the respective routes that they each are assigned for the 6 week periods that they usually are schedule to do so according to seniority and driver preference especially.

What she did next, however, caught both my husband and myself completely by surprise. After she pulled the bus away from the right side of that road, where she had parked it for a few minutes, and started to head towards the platform where we were waiting for it, I turned around to speak briefly to my husband before the bus pulled up. The bus would pull up to the platform shortly and neither one of us saw any reason to have any concern about it not doing so safely nor did either of us expect or anticipate that the driver of this bus might try to intentionally drive it directly at us while we stood in line inside a subway station waiting to be the first to board a public transit bus.

My husband was standing on my left hand side and his body and face was turned away from the direction where this bus was coming from. He was not looking out for this bus and was not aware of what was taking place at that time with the actions of that driver. That driver had deliberately floored that bus in order to move it as fast as she could over that short distance as she made a bee line and drove it directly towards where I was standing with my husband, and headed towards us at about a 30 degree angle from where this bus should have lined up for passengers to board it. Within a few seconds that 20,000 pound machine had covered that short distance, from where it was parked, and was about to run right over us.

He reacted in an instant when he saw what was happening and abruptly placed his left hand touched me on my shoulders while telling me to “look out hone”; and as he did so I turned around to see this bus about to run me over – and in one motion I pulled myself quickly out of the path of that menacing bus. At the same time that we both did so the passengers who were standing directly behind us also moved back quickly out of the way. When I did so the front of that bus moved about six feet past the spot where we were standing moments before and stopped sharply and suddenly as the driver finally hit the brakes hard for it to do so.

We were the first to board that bus, and when we did so we saw that the driver of this bus, who had deliberately tried to run us over a few seconds earlier was a female driver, which I already knew, who was wearing a scarf over her head similar to the headdress that is traditionally worn by women of the Muslim faith throughout different parts of this planet. She appeared to be a woman of average height, about thirty years old, and slim in appearance. I was still in shock when I boarded her bus. However, the most distinctive thing that both my husband and I noticed about her that afternoon is that she was red faced, frazzled, and pumped with adrenalin – just as someone looks right after they have been involved in a physical confrontation, or who has just taken part in a dramatic and traumatizing event.

In other words the guilt of the fatal crime that she had just tried and failed to commit against myself, and my husband, was written all over her face for everyone to see who was paying attention to what had just taken place.

Neither my husband nor I said anything to her as we proceeded to quickly board that bus, nor did any of the other passengers say anything to her about what she had just tried to do with that 20,000 pound machine. However, once he boarded that empty bus and he saw that the driver was a female, he quickly turned around and gave me the two transfers he was carrying and asked me to ask that driver to exchange them for us with two St Clair Avenue transfers – while he hurried to secure a two seater for us to sit on together. That was the only time that I spoke to this frazzled driver that afternoon. She knew what she did, and what she had tried to do. I could also see that she was actually afraid that my husband, or myself, were going to take the opportunity to speak to her, as well as to speak out aloud, for the other passengers to know how she had just tried to use that bus to run us over a short while earlier.

I could also see that she was fearful that we could even have tried to physically attack her for what she just tried to do to us, especially since we are a couple of African Caribbean heritage, who falls under the stereotype that the mainstream media promotes: about how people from our race are prone to display violent and often criminal behavior because of the misguided belief that people of African heritage are inherently primitive and savage in nature than human beings from other races or cultures on this planet are suppose to be.

Fortunately neither my husband nor myself are individuals who would resort to using violence as a weapon to deal with any confrontation that we encounter in our lives. However, we had developed a reputation for using words to correct people in different situations at different times over the years whenever they have done or said things to try to disrespect, degrade, and diminish either of us, other members of our family, as well as members of our larger human family. Over the past few decades, especially since the start of the 1990’s, people in this city have come to know me for being a strong and assertive woman who speaks in a frank, outspoken, and authoritative manner whenever I am speaking out about an injustice or a violation that I observe being committed against myself, my family members, or other human beings by people in the general public, by government institutions, by corporations, and by other bodies of authorities in this city.

I know that this bus driver who behaved in such a reckless and dangerous manner that afternoon is one of the hundreds of TTC drivers who are well aware of my track record as ‘a verbal martial artist’, whom they cannot ignore, dismiss or try to brush off with their words or actions - whenever I see the need to speak to any of them, or to passengers taking the TTC at any given time, about any problem that I see taking place with the operation of this publicly owned transit system. This driver did not have to worry about my speaking to her, or about my speaking to the passengers inside that crowded bus about what she had just attempted to do to my husband and especially to me because on that afternoon, we were planning to travel only one bus stop on this bus, and we got off at the next stop because the front of that packed bus was too crowded for us to exit it through the front door.

So I did not get the opportunity, as I would have been able to do to speak to this driver about this incident, if we were taking the bus over a distance of a number of miles to the stop where we live which is about 15 minutes from the St Clair West subway station. Were it not for this fact, this driver would have heard from me very clearly, and in no uncertain terms, about how she had just attempted to use that bus to run over myself and my husband that unforgettable afternoon. Neither myself nor my husband would have attempted to physically intimidate or physically harm her in any way: however both she and the passengers inside that crowded bus would have heard about the crime that she attempted to commit against myself and my husband earlier that afternoon from me – in no uncertain terms.

I am very aware that it is extremely hard for most people in this city to believe that an employee of the Toronto Transit Commission would deliberately use a public transit bus as a weapon to try to run over and try to injure or kill another human being. It is really difficult for Torontonians to wrap their rational mind around the idea that any driver in their right mind working for the TTC, or for any company for that matter, would even consider doing, or even attempt, to commit such a crime against another human being in this city. As far as most people are concerned this kind of reckless behavior only takes place in the movies – or inside countries where the people are at war with each other, or with foreign armies occupying their land, such as Iraq, Afghanistan, Pakistan, throughout parts of Africa, Asia, and the Middle East especially. Most human beings today cannot handle the truth about anything, even the truth about their own shortcomings as human beings. But that was exactly what happened to myself, and my husband, that afternoon as we stood waiting at the front of the bus line inside the St Clair West Station. And that’s the Gods’ truth!
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Why would anyone want to commit such a violent crime against myself and my husband is really the question that needs to be asked here by anyone who truly wants to know the truth about this incident? The answer to this disturbing question is one that both my husband and myself, and the rest of our small family, have known for sometime now. This was a deliberate and calculated attempt on the part of certain authorities working inside the highest level of the TTC to try to end my mortal life in an effort to stop me from doing the life changing and planet healing work that I came to this planet to get done in this lifetime. The work that I incarnated on the surface of the blue planet to accomplish is the most important and crucial mission, that is being undertaken at this time by any member of the human race, to serve and protect the greater good of all of life living on the surface of the Mother of the Earth today.

I have the honor and the distinction of being a senior member of the Committee Of Gods, which is a group whose members make up the most ancient and the most evolved body of beings found anywhere in Existence, who came to this planet to work as the “musician who will come and change the world” as predicted by America’s greatest seer, Edgar Cayce as well as the authors of the largest and one of the most comprehensive books on Spirituality called, The Urantia Book, during the early part of the previous century. I am here to introduce and implement ‘a new way of being’ to all life forms living on the surface of this planet today through a world wide initiative called Project Bring All Beings Together: through the body of deep truths, true insights, and ancient wisdom that I have brought with me as the Avatar who is here to “change” - and in the process “save” the world - for the different races of mortal beings who will inherit this Earth in the future as the practitioners and protectors of the Law of Harmlessness.

I have been showing and teaching members of the human race the methods, means, process, and attitude that they each need to adopt, practice, and master, in order for each of them to change their view of themselves, each other, and the world in which they live: for humankind to finally learn to live in a state of perfect harmony, lasting peace, permanent abundance, true enlightenment, and a deep reverence for all of life with each other, as well as with the other life forms now struggling to survive; and to keep from being exterminated by the destructive and predatory practices and harmful mentality of the human race, on the plundered, poisoned, injured, depleted, and diminished surface of the blue planet today.

This was not the first time that a TTC driver has attempted to use their bus to try to injure myself, my husband, or our daughter. In fact over the course of the last few years at least 6 TTC bus drivers have attempted to use their bus to hit us at different locations at different points along St Clair Avenue West, especially, as we stood at the corner of a major intersection while a TTC bus was making a right hand turn onto St Clair West from another main street right near where we were standing. I recall even remarking to my husband, as well as to my daughter, on two different occasions after two of these incidents that: “it looks like they are trying to use the bus to kill us!” Each of the six or so times that this has taken place we were forced to quickly step back a few yards from the curve to avoid having the back end of one of these buses run the tires of one of these 20,000 pound monsters over our feet – to avoid them being crushed by the weight of one of these heavy machines.

Over the past few years my husband and I have been attacked directly by different bus drivers working for the TTC. We have had bus drivers, whose bus were not out of service, drive past a bus stop just as we arrived there, or drive off while watching us hurrying to try to get to the stop to board their bus more times than we could count. We have had drivers pulled up to the bus stop, where we were waiting as the first people in line to board that bus, and stop a number of yards well ahead or well behind the spot where we were standing more times than we can count. We have had drivers of different racial stripes treat us like we were two social lepers – by the disrespectful, hostile, and mean spirited manner in which they treat us as we ask them for transfers after we board their bus.

We even had a driver who sat inside his parked bus right beside the bus stop, watched us as we hurried to try to board his bus, at the intersection of Dufferin Street and St Clair West about 4 months ago – and then drove away just as we had reached the bus stop and was getting ready for him to open the door so that we could board his bus. This was not the first time, however, that we had ever had a TTC driver made such a deliberate and calculated attempt to run us over with their bus – but this was the closest that we had come to being seriously injured or killed by the reckless actions of one of these public transit employees.
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I am one human being, one woman, and one Avatar, who has consistently spoke up, and spoken out, about problems with the conduct, policies, and practices of the TTC for almost a decade now. Over this period of time I have spoken at least a hundred different times to different TTC workers, especially drivers, about issues concerning the operation of the TTC – including the problem of the disrespectful and degrading advertisements posted throughout TTC’s property of women dressed indecently or posing in a seductive manner; about the increasing dirty and smelly condition that we find the bus and trains, especially, being in many times when we board them; about drivers overloading their bus with too many people - forcing human beings to be jammed up to each other like sardines in a can, or a herd of cattle being taken to be sold at the cattle market; about being forced to wait at a bus platform for a number of minutes in the freezing cold weather, during the cold Canadian winter months of January and February, especially, while the driver sits inside their warm bus to eat up the clock until they are no longer ahead of schedule before they finally decide to drive up to that platform to pick up their cold and impatient passengers; and speaking to many different drivers at different times whenever they speak to us, or treat us, in an unprofessional and degrading manner.

I have also spoken out and spoken to a number of different passengers of all ages, races, and both genders, over the years about using profanity inside the public transit system while speaking to each other – especially the children; and alerted passengers who cough while sitting or standing in front of myself and my husband, without putting their hands to their mouths long before and long after the SARS outbreak in this city a number of years ago. One of the things that I have done increasingly over the past few years is to speak out at different times whenever I see a female who comes around my husband, and I, especially when we are sitting, to play their flirtatious, seductive, games in an effort to entice my husband by trying to “inflate his male ego and stimulate his manly loins” – as a way to try to degrade and diminish me as a human being.

A few weeks before this driver tried to run me over at that platform inside that subway station I had to speak, in an angry manner, to the passengers traveling with us one afternoon on a South bound Dufferin Street bus after one of the female passengers conducted herself in this seductive and promiscuous manner towards my husband. I had reached a point where I was no longer going to speak quietly, or softly, about this form of violation that was being committed not just against myself, as well as against my husband, but against the sacred union of matrimony that we had formed a few decades ago as a married couple. This form of social attack is one that is used to disrupt and destroy most marriages today, ruin the lives of most of the families today, and corrupt the future of most of the children living inside the billions of families scattered across the surface of the blue planet today.

As a mother and a wife I am deeply saddened, and extremely disappointed, by the fact that my husband and I hardly see any married couple out in the public today, and when we see them they do not behave as if they are a couple who truly loves, respects, or cares about each other, or about being with each other: they rarely hold hands, walk close to each other, and behave as if the person next to them is someone whom they have taken a sacred vow to cherish, protect, love, respect, and treasure for the entire life of their sacred matrimony. Instead I am increasingly seeing more and more mothers walking around with their children – and no father or husband in sight – which is also evidence of why single parent families are now becoming the majority among families living across the surface of Mother Earth today.

At the same time I am seeing mothers being sent to use their daughters to place themselves in front of my husband and myself, while we are traveling on the TTC, and looking every few minutes to see if my husband is looking at their daughter – as if once he does he will start to show them that he is no longer interested in being with me; and instead is now interested in going with their daughter.

I am one human being who can say beyond the shadow of a doubt that I have never, and will never, allow anyone to use me as a weapon to cause any kind of harm to another woman, man, or child, taking part in any of the mating and flirting games that human beings are enticed and manipulated into playing by the different authorities and people who have shaped their thinking and influence their behavior throughout their lives. That is the reason why I have ignored, prevented, and stopped every man or woman in their tracks who have tried to use me to play any of these killing games with them at any time for any reason in any way. And that’s the Gods’ truth.

For the past few years I have called the office of the Chairman of the TTC, as well as sent a number of emails, to bring attention to different issues that I have concerns about, and which still concerns me, involving the operation of the Toronto Transit Commission. So far I have been unable to speak to the current Chairman of the TTC, Mr Giambroni, about any of these concerns that I have. Instead I have had to settle for speaking to a few of his assistants, or to leaving a message on his voice mail. I have received a few emails from his office in response to some of the concerns that I have raised. However, all they have indicated to me is that there is nothing that the TTC can do about the “offensive ads” posted especially inside the subway stations, buses, trains, and bus shelters of this company, or any of the other issues I have brought to his attention. I have left two messages about the April 3rd incident near the platform inside the St Clair West Station where that bus driver tried to run us over with the bus she was driving. So far I have not received any response from them.

The following day I even contacted the police division located in the area where this incident had taken place in order to file a police report about it. The desk officer whom I spoke to was abrupt, rude, and insensitive as police officers often have a reputation of being, and she told me that they would send officers to my place to speak to me about the incident the same day I reported it. But no officer came by or called. That was when I decided to call the local police division, in our area, a few weeks later to speak to one of the community relations officers working there. The officer I spoke to inform me that I should report the incident to the TTC because they do not want to end up investigating the same incident as the TTC. When I informed him that I had already tried to speak to the TTC Chairman about this incident he indicated to me that there was nothing that the police could do about this matter, which told me that it was left to me and my husband to protect our family in any manner that we are able to do so – which I also told this officer as well.

A few days ago we saw a story in the Toronto Star about a comment made about you by Chairman Giambroni, in which he apparently “apologized” for writing what he identified as “a hastily composed email” to you – threatening to “cause trouble” for you in the future:

“Stop messing in my ward or there will be problems. I generally ignore your actions, but I am going to start looking for ways to cause trouble for you and when I start you’re not going to appreciate it.”

One of the abilities I have as a God living as a member of the human race is the ability to clearly see and ‘read human beings like an open book’ in any situation that they present themselves to me directly or even from a long distance away. It is a clarity of sight, and depth of insight, as well as foresight, that I have been using since I arrived on this planet in the body of a new born baby girl on the twin Caribbean Island with the three peaks known as Trinidad and Tobago. This ability serves both as a blessing as well as a source of constant frustration for me – for it allows me to see the hidden details behind the true intention involving every action that others take concerning myself, and my family, in particular.

Yet at the same time I am unable to speak about the truth of what I see and know about the hidden meanings behind the spoken words, as well as the actual deeds of people whom I come in contact with on any given day, or even those who I see or hear speaking or taking actions in another city, province, or country than the one I am living in. Because I am someone who has always been true to who I am, someone who has always lived the truth, speak the truth, and speak out for the truth: I have refused to lie to myself, or to lie to anyone else – however I reserve the right not to speak about any area of my life to anyone. I also refuse to allow anyone to lie to me, or to try to pull the wool over my eyes, as human beings are raised and taught to do across this planet from the cradle to the grave.

Without a shadow of a doubt it became clear to me, later on that day that this attempt was made against my life by a commissioner of the TTC; and that the order for this to be done came directly from the highest level inside the TTC – specifically from the office of Chairman Giambroni himself - in retaliation for my choosing to speak out whenever the rights of myself, or my family members, are violated by employees of the TTC, or even by TTC commuters; and particularly for my husband and myself becoming enraged and outspoken that afternoon a few weeks earlier over a ten minute or so period while we were traveling on a crowded South bound Dufferin bus from St Clair and Dufferen to the Dufferin Mall. I told my husband a few days later that I believe that someone inside the highest level of authority inside the TTC had given the order for that driver to run us over with that bus that afternoon.

It was not until over five weeks later that my husband began to connect the dots for himself after he decided to google the Toronto Star, for the first time ever, and came across the story about Chairman Giambroni’s threat to “cause trouble” for another city councilor, who just happens to be representing Ward 17, the one in which we have been living as a family for over 4 years now. We are a family whose members have been living as a group of social outcast, economic paupers, and a family of recluse in this city for almost two decades now, who had not watched television, read a newspaper, gone to a movie theatre, or listen to the radio – except for a few late night talk shows – for over ten years now. And we use the Internet as a source to keep track of what is taking place in the outside world around us.

We are also a family whose members have been living under surveillance 24/7 at the hands of different people working for different bodies of authorities in this city, and beyond it, especially since our family protest of living as a homeless family on the streets of Toronto was abruptly ended in the winter of 1991 - including over 244 days inside Trethewey public park - for almost ten months during 1990. And a family whose members have been living with electronic bugs, in the form of hidden listening devices, as well as hidden cameras, that have been installed inside every place of residence we have lived at since we ended our family protest over 18 years ago; and in the process invading our private lives and stripping us completely of any privacy that we sought to have in the privacy of our own home. Though our family protest officially ended many years ago my daughter and I have still continued our personal protest all these years.

It was only after my husband googled the Wilkipedia profile of both the former TTC chair, Howard Moscoe, and the current TTC chair, Adam Giambroni, that he finally came to see the truth that I had shared with him and with our daughter – that this was the person who was behind the scheme that was devised to take us out that memorable afternoon. As my husband stated to me at the time he finally connected the dots:

“Hone, this councilor is not just a hot shot, who thinks that he can do whatever he wants and get away with it: he is also a 32 year old Italian Canadian who has shown himself to councilor Cesar Palacio, and his staff, as nothing more than an Italian gangster who bullies and threatens to do harm to people he does not like; or whom he disagrees with – especially an Avatar who speaks out against the wrongs being committed by the TTC, with the support of many of its management staff as well as many of its drivers against our family, and against the people of this city as a whole. He has shown himself to be someone with the mentality of a mobster, and the maturity of an immature and vindictive human being who does not hesitate to use his authority to attack and harm anyone who gets in his way or who stands in his way. And that truly makes him a very dangerous human being indeed – especially in the position he now holds as the Chairman of the Toronto Transit Commission!”

I do not have any proof that I can show in a court of law to prove to a judge or to a jury – beyond the shadow of a doubt – that the order to end our lives that afternoon at a bus stop inside the St Clair West station was given in secret by the current chairman of the Toronto Transit Commission. Nor do I intend to make a case in any court of law that this is the case. This is not what this God is about! What I do want to do, though, is bring attention to this latest and serious attempt to end our mortal life that afternoon to the court of public opinion – to the people living in this city, and beyond it so that it will be on public record for everyone who wishes to do so to see for themselves, and also to inform those who are working to try to bring my mortal life to and end, in an effort to bring the empowering, enlightening, and crucial work that I am here to do to an abrupt end: that they will not be able to achieve their goal today, tomorrow, or in the future. And that’s the Gods’ truth!

I don’t care how much this politician is praised by his colleagues for being the youngest city councilor in this city, nor is this Avatar impressed by his being proclaimed as “a whiz kid” and “an over-achiever” by the local media. Nor do I care how many boards he sits on, how many languages he speaks, or how bright a future he is considered to have in local politics by his fellow politicians or by many of the people living in this city. What I care about, what I am impressed by, is knowing that a politician, or any human being, makes integrity the bottom line in their work and their private life; that such a person is someone who truly cares about serving the greater good of everyone and not just about what is good for them and for the people they care about.

No one with integrity, no one with character, no one who truly cares about truly serving their fellow human beings would use their position or their authority to try to harm another human being, or to try to end the mortal life of another human being – as this city councilor who serves as the current chairman of the TTC has tried to do a number of times through the actions taken against us by different TTC drivers over the last few years especially, and particularly on the afternoon of April 3rd inside the St Clair West subway station. Everyone has the right to live their life in any way that they choose but no one has the right to use their life to abuse another in any way for any reason at any time.

What I do hope to take place, however, is for the TTC to conduct a full investigation into this serious allegation that I am making in the court of public opinion, including on my website at avatargalextra.com, so that we can get to the bottom of this matter in the near future. While this “whiz kid” and “over achiever” continues to serve as the head of the TTC my own life, as well as those members of my own family – will continue to be in jeopardy each time that we travel on the public transit system, and even when we are traveling on foot as we often do for short distances: for at anytime on any given day we are vulnerable to being run over, or being hit by a bus driven by a TTC worker as a result of unwritten orders coming from the highest office inside the TTC commission itself by way of the chairman of the TTC.

Respectfully,

Avatar Galextra