Allow me to take this time to give thanks and praise to The Most Supreme Spirit of Love, Righteousness, and the Holistic Living Truth and to acknowledge The Special Messenger, my leader and spiritual teacher, The High Priest Kwatamani.
The plight of the black man, awareness of self, and raising my level of consciousness have always been major concerns of mine. However, they have never been realized. As a young teen growing up in the so-called self-awareness period of the sixties, I found myself in various so-called black organizations promoting the advancement of our people. At eighteen, I joined the Nation of Islam to follow Elijah Muhammed. As a young man in the Nation of Islam, I felt very strongly that Elijah Muhammed held the key to the problems facing black people. His teachings had given me a longing to see black people united and economically self independent. Then, in 1975, Elijah Muhammed died and with him seemed to die the ideals of nationhood, unity, and self help. I became very disenchanted with the new leadership. Things started to shift toward the traditional Islam, and I could not get with it. I felt like there should be something more, but unfortunately, the more for me at that time were drugs and alcohol. So for the next thirteen years my life was controlled by drugs and alcohol.
During this period, all the things that I thought I loved eluded me. My relationships, my music and my consciousness, I was failing in them all. I went deeper and deeper into drug addiction and self pity. Totally confused, I went from belief in God to no belief in God. I had become an apathetic mess. I found myself living in and out of crack houses and at one point homeless. All of my grand hopes and dreams were up in smoke. I would stay in that stupor until 1988, at which time I was able to give up drinking and drugging only to find out that I had the same dependency for food. So, for the next ten years, I suffered from food addiction. I started gaining weight, and at one point I was well over 200 lbs. Then, feeling terribly insecure about the weight that I had gained, I would starve myself to lose weight only to gain it back again. Once more, I was totally out of control. I can remember going to get certain foods late at night with tears in my eyes, because I could not stop myself. The feelings of despair that I got from those experiences caused me to try to dress up to feel better. But expensive clothing and new cars provided no relief. I have spent my entire life trying to find a happy medium.
On May 22, 1999, I received a call from a very close friend in Atlanta who, by the way, is a practicing M.D. He proceeded telling me of this brother High Priest Kwatamani and how he only ate live foods and that he had written a book. He also talked about how positive the family was. He went on and on about the brother. He said I should read the book, and he would send it to me. Naturally, I agreed. I couldn't help thinking that my friend sounded weird, as though he had lost it or something. Immediately after that phone call, I called a mutual friend in California to tell her of the conversation that I had. I admitted to her that I did not know exactly what it was, but our friend sounded strange. A week later, on May 29, I received my copy of The Divine Gathering of the Sacred Few written by The High Priest Kwatamani. I knew I would read the book, but I remembered thinking that I was not going to eat just live foods. I told myself how important it was to maintain some balance in one's life. So if anything, I would eat some live foods but also include a little fish and chicken. So I read a few pages into the introduction but failed to see what the hype was about. I put the book down.
On June 12, two weeks after receiving the book and about two hours after eating one of my traditional dead and devitalized meals, something told me to try the book again. The only explanation for what happened next is divine intervention. As I started reading the book I became mesmerized and fixed. I found the book thought-provoking and moving. I saw solutions and hope. I started to feel my spirit come alive. I even called the cable company to have my premiums stations removed. Somehow, I knew that that was the end of television as I had known it. I started immediately to see the programming and knew that I needed to make drastic changes in my life. What was so beautiful about it all was it seemed as though I had no choice in the matter.
When my friend called to see if I had read the book, I thanked him for alerting me to this divine message. He suggested that I call The High Priest and that he would give me the number. I felt a little uncomfortable about calling him. However, a few nights later while reading the book, The High Priest was expounding on how the book would affect those that were the chosen few. At that point, I had no choice but to call to inform The High Priest of the effect the book was having on me and that I was one of the chosen few.
Since I read the book by The High Priest, I have been eating live foods. Also, I have been in daily contact with him from Philadelphia. One of the greatest things The High Priest has taught me is that I consist of three parts: body, mind and spirit. In order to obtain optimum performances, I must give them the optimum fuel, and that fuel is vegetables, fruits, nuts, seeds, and grains. Gone are my cravings for sweets and junk foods. The thought of putting these devitalized foods into my system makes me cringe. Understanding that the live food diet is just the first step, I know also that I must humble myself to this great spirit, The High Priest. As I write this letter I can not help but feel that there is hope for the Children of the Sun. That I am becoming more aware of myself, and that my level of consciousness is rising daily. Thanks again Supreme Most High for The High Priest Kwatamani.
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