to bring an end to the Decades of Terrorization
of one of the most spiritually developed families living on planet Earth today.
Proactive steps that we have taken since the end of our family protest in January of 1991:
- Avatar Galextra and I joined the protest movement during the early 1990’s that people from our African Canadian Community and other social justice groups participated in; and we became involved with the work done by The Black Action Defense Committee, or B.A.D.C. that was founded by Mr. Dudley Laws to hold police in the city of Toronto, and the greater Toronto area, responsible, and accountable, for using excessive force against men from our African Canadian Community; and ended up killing or injuring many of them - without rarely being charged, or ever been convicted, of committing these brutal crimes against our young, and older men, and women, of African ancestry.
We took part in a number of street protests including the protest against the musical production called Showboat, which presented a view of African Americans in the Deep South: that did not reflect or captured the truth about the true nature of “the lived experiences” that the descendants of enslaved Africans endured during that period in American history. Avatar Galextra and I marched at the front of some of those street protest and used our powerful voices: to help to inspire, uplift, and energize the protestors who we marched with to speak truth to power.
- We wrote, performed, and recorded a political protest song in the summer of 1995 called A Province Under Siege, to challenge the racist and draconian policies of the Government of the Ontario Premier named Mike Harris who gutted programs that provided support for the most vulnerable, impoverished, and deprived Ontarians through: his “Common Sense Revolution” – and slashed the income of people on welfare – such as our family - by over 25%.
- When a group of African Canadian business people, led by Mr. Denham Jolly, applied for a license to launch the 1st African Canadian own radio station – on the powerful FM dial called FM 99.1 – Avatar Galextra and I wrote, recorded, and performed an informative and uplifting social justice song called: A Voice Of Our Own to support that campaign for that station. This bid to get that station did not succeed. However, it set the stage for the next bid by this group of African Canadian business people to end up being given the license to launch their own FM radio station a few years later – that they named FLOW 93.1.
- In the winter of 2001 after we were evicted from our rented home located at 48 Dunmail Drive, near the intersection of Finch Avenue East and Midland Avenue, where we lived for over 7 years: we packed up some of our belongings in a car van and went directly to the grounds of New City Hall where we had staged our first Family Street Protest exactly a decade earlier. This time we did not have a vehicle, however, and we ended up putting up a tent on that property, refused to take it down when we were asked to do so by the security staff working there, and later by the police officers who were called to deal with us. We were arrested, taken to the nearest police station, stripped search: by being forced to expose our rectum and other private areas of our bodies, in the presence of male police officers in my case; and female police officers in the case of my wife and our daughter; and then locked up inside their police cells for the night, with my wife and our daughter placed in the same cell. They released us from those police cells the next morning - after my wife and I signed a form stating that we would not return to the grounds of New City Hall and put up a tent on that property again.
- For the next 23 consecutive months we stayed in a shelter for homeless families, where we were taken to from the grounds of New City Hall, called The Scarborough Family Residence. We remained inside that shelter, where we were placed in a motel room inside the Lido Motel, which this shelter provided for a number of the homeless families in their care to stay inside of. Avatar Galextra questioned and challenged a number of the policies used by this Family shelter that this God knew violated the rights, dignity, and lives of families who were being sheltered inside that motel by Scarborough Family Residence.
These include: a. allowing social workers from the shelter to enter your motel room whenever they choose to do so without giving any notice to the families staying there; b. requiring families to provide their names and date of birth when they go to get bus tickets from the shelter’s office staff; c. providing families with a cheque for them to cash in a local bank instead of providing them with cash from their own money that is kept for them by the shelter; d. and using male and female shelter staff to intimidate, and entice couples such as ourselves – with the intention of disrupting, and undermining the strong, resilient, unbreakable, and sacred marriage that Avatar Galextra and I have developed, nurtured, groomed, and strengthened over the decades with her insightful guidance, immaculate conduct, and exemplary teachings.
A life of living hell inside a Co-op unit in the city of Toronto:
for over 9 unbearably agonizing and painful years - from 2004-2013.
In the winter of 2004 we agreed to move from the Scarborough Family Residence onto the second floor of a large house that was built over a century ago, and ½ of which was sold to a co-op property management called Wood Tree Co-op about 10 years before. For over 2 consecutive years we lived inside the second floor of that co-op duplex, then moved down to the first floor after the management of that duplex blamed our family for creating disturbing noises above the heads of the family who lived on the 1st floor of that old house with a thin flooring that was poorly padded.
For over 7 long consecutive, agonizing, and nerve racking years a terrorized God and her traumatized family lived on the 1stfloor of this co-op duplex beneath a family of two people, which included a man child who stood over 6 feet 4 inches tall, weighed over 300 pounds; and spend most of his time inside that duplex unit: creating a continuous barrage of disturbing sounds less than five or so feet above our heads on a daily and nightly basis: that were jarring, creaky, squeaky, pounding, scratching, and scraping every day, week, month, and year for over 7 nerve wrecking and brain racking years. He was helped by a five year old nephew who was brought each week day to stay with his grandmother, and his uncle, who were tenants of that co-op Duplex for over a year: who spent most of his time racing across the hallway of the unit above and jumping onto the floor from the elevated areas inside that unit. This overactive boy created a series of aggravating, annoying, and irritating sounds for over 20 minutes at a time – as if he was inside a public park instead of the 2nd floor of a duplex unit.
After driving our small poodle out of her mind by the unbearable sounds that this man child made running up and down the stairway located directly above the small room that we kept our animal family member inside of; after our daughter was almost driven insane by the sounds of a herd of mice running inside the ceiling above her bedroom that was created at least 5 different nights by the unseen criminals terrorizing our family from inside the 4th Dimension; after pushing Avatar Galextra and myself close to our emotional and mental limit - by these relentless and unbearable sounds being created above our heads for over 7 consecutive years; after refusing to remove signs we had posted in our windows to inform people in our neighborhood about crimes being committed against us by the man-child living in the unit above us; and after being taken to a landlord and tenant court by the management of Wood Tree Co-op, which ruled to have us evicted from that Co-op unit: we decided that it was time from us to move from the city of Toronto and seek political asylum inside the United States as a family of persecuted refugees from Canada.
- In the fall of 2011 Avatar Galextra and I went to the office of the Trinidadian and Tobago embassy to ask the Consul General to help us to bring an end to the decades of terrorization we had been subjected to. This Government official from her birth country chose not to meet with us that afternoon; and instead informed his secretary to tell us that: “our case was too delicate for him to get involved in”.
- In the summer of 2012, we asked a Pentecostal Pastor whom I had known even before I met the Avatar in the summer of 1975 – when I attended the church that he was now the pastor of. After meeting with him for about 30 minutes the first time, he agreed to meet with us again, after we gave him a copy of a document we had put together about our life as a terrorized family. When we returned for the second meeting a middle age man of Caucasian European ancestry was leaving through the front door of his church just as we were about to enter it – which was a sign to us that an agent of the federal Government had just met with Pastor Jones. Our second meeting with Pastor Jones lasted less than 2 minutes. He told us to: “watch your backs” before walking away from us; and left us to find our way out of his church.
- In the summer of 2013 we took a taxi in the middle of the night and left the city of Toronto with our cat name King Tye, with whatever belongings that we could carry inside that cramped taxi van; and headed over 200 miles for the city of Fort Erie – with the intention of crossing the Peace Bridge into the United States – to ask for political asylum as a family of refugees from the nation of Canada. About three weeks later we crossed the Peace Bridge inside a taxi, of a driver whose was worried that his taxi may be confiscated by the American Border Agents – known as ICE – for bringing us across that bridge for us to seek political asylum. About 8 hours later we were questioned, searched, interrogated, and then taken in a van to two different American prison facilities.
For a number of weeks we were held as political asylum prisoners –
inside 2 separate American Prison Facilities.
I was dropped off first at the Buffalo Detention Facility, where all of the inmates held there were males, and so were all of the correctional officers working there. I was held custody inside a federal prison facility where most of the inmates held there were males waiting to have a hearing by an American Immigration Judge who would decide if they would be allowed to stay in that country, with families living there; or whether they would be deported back to the country of origin that they came from to the United States. Most of these inmates were men of Hispanic heritage, and a number of the correctional officers – almost all of whom were men of Caucasian European ancestry: were vulgar, and openly racist, in their comments and treatment of the inmates being held inside that federal Government facility.
It took me over two weeks to learn that my wife and our daughter were being held at the Wayne County Jail for female inmates -which was located about a hour away inside the state of New Jersey: where they were continuously harassed, assaulted, and terrorized by some of the correctional officers working there; and by some of the inmates being held there; and by some of the unseen Government criminals who caused the Avatar and our daughter to scream out in pain inside the cell they were both locked up inside of. My wife and our daughter were locked up in separate cells for three straight days and nights at different ends of that facility inside the basement, when a correctional officer ordered them to stop screaming and they continue to do so because of the unbearable attacks being done to their bodies by the demonic being, Donald Trump – according to information later disclosed to me by one of Avatar’s Galextra’s sister Gods. Donald Trump was leading the Birther Movement that sought to discredit and undermine the Government of President Obama, that nation’s first African American President, of racial biracial ancestry, who was near the start of his second term in office.
One of the Correctional supervisors from that facility threatened to force feed Avatar Galextra, and our daughter, after they both decided to protest the abuses being done to them inside that county jail by refusing to eat the prison food that were thrust inside the cell that they shared for over 90% of the days that they imprisoned inside that county jail. For the entire period that they were held as inmates applying for political asylum my wife, and our daughter, were forced to remain locked up inside their cramped jail cell for 23 hours of each day; and were allowed to leave that cell to go into the recreation yard - for just one hour of every day.
The Immigration Court judge who heard our case decided that our family did not have a “credible fear of persecution” as we each had stated in interviews we did with different federal Government agents, and in the written evidence I submitted to the court about the persecution we had been subjected to by the Canadian Government. Instead, he ruled that we only had “a perceived fear of persecution”. Exactly 40 days and 40 nights after we had been taken into custody as political refugees, we were deported from the United States back to Canada; and our life of being persecuted moved to one where we were now being terrorized inside the residence that we moved into - located at 251 Scott Street.
It was at this location that Avatar Galextra became aware of the presence of human beings who were invading and entering our home unseen wearing what we came to call “Cloaks of Invisibility”; and making our lives a living hell, especially that of Avatar Galextra’s, and our daughter’s, on a daily and nightly basis even to this day.
It was at this point in our terrorized life that Avatar Galextra became aware of the identity of the Government agent: 1. who was the primary predator entering and attacking every part of her mortal body inside that house; 2. whom she discover was the unseen Government agent who had assassinated over 5 members of her family over the past 4 decades; 3. who had taken her mortal live from her over 16 different times over those 4 decades, according to information revealed to me by some of her sister Gods, and brother Gods; 4. who had tried to kill our daughter at birth inside the maternity ward of St Michael’s General Hospital; 5. who had tried to assassinate her and our 8th-month unborn son in the spring of 1981; 6. and who tried to kill me on three different occasions. This demonic being would go on to become the “elected leader” of the United States of America; and the 45th president to hold the highest office in that land.