THE LEGENDS OF LEGACY
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JAYMZ “TWYZTUR” DOMINGUEZ

THE LEGENDS OF LEGACY
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ACKNOWLEDGEMENT AND DEDICATIONS
MY FIRST AND SPECIAL THANKS TO THE LORD JESUS CHRIST AND ALMIGHTY GOD FOR HIS GUIDANCE, LOVE, AND DEVOTION TO ME. TO MY WIFE BRANDI DOMINGUEZ WHO I LOVE WITH ALL MY HEART, SOUL, AND WILL GIVE ANYTHING TO HER. TO MY SPECIAL DOGS, CHIKA AND BABY GIRL, THEY MAY BE A PAIN SOMETIMES, BUT I LOVE WITH THEM WITH ALL MY HEART. TO ALL THE GREATEST TROOPS FIGHTING FOR PEOPLE LIKE ME TO GET MY DREAMS AND STORIES OUT THERE. TO THE GREATEST COUNTRY IN THE WORLD, THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA. TO MY GRANDMOTHER TILLIE DOMINGUEZ, WHO IS NOT BLOOD, BUT WAS BETTER THAN BLOOD, AND BETTER THEN I AM FOR DOING THE BEST FOR THE DOMINGUEZ FAMILY. IN THAT FAMILY. WHO IS LOOKING DOWN ON ME, TO MY UNCLE LUCAS WHO IS ALSO IN HEAVEN LOOKING DOWN ON ME. TO MY GRANDMOTHER ANNIE GALLEGOS WHO IS MY HERO FOR WHAT SHE HAS DONE FOR THE GALLEGOS FAMILY, AND RAISING MY AWESOME MOTHER TO BRING ME INTO THE WORLD. TO MY SENA SIDE, I LOVE YOU ALL, AND WILL ALWAYS HAVE A PLACE FOR THEM. TO THE BEST PARENTS ON THE PLANET, TO MY UNCLES, AUNTS, AND RELATIVES, ON ALL THREE SIDES, THANKS FOR THE MEMORIES, THE LOVE, AND THE FRIENDSHIP. ALWAYS THANKS FOR YOUR LOVE, SUPPORT, AND COMFORT FOR ALL MY DOWNTIMES. THANKS TO ALL MY NATIVE AMERICAN PEOPLE, CHICANO PEOPLE, AND TO ALL NATIONALITIES, WE ARE ALL NINETY-NINE PERCENT FROM THE SAME HUMAN TREE. TO MY GOOD FRIENDS WHO WERE ALSO GOOD NEIGHBORS, AHMAD, STEVE, TARA, AND THEIR KIDS. TO ANNETTE FOR PUTTING UP WITH MY LOUD STEREO, AND BEING THERE FOR MY WIFE. TO MY FRIEND JESUS WHO WAS THERE FOR ME GROWING UP, TO MY LATE GREAT FRIEND MICKEY WHO IS NOW UP IN HEAVEN HAVING A GREAT TIME WITH GOD. TO ALL THAT I GREW UP WITH THAT I DID NOT MENTION, AND TO THE BEST TEAMS IN THE WORLD, THE ATLANTA FALCONS, PITTSBURGH PENGUINS, DENVER NUGGETS, NEW YORK YANKEES, FLORIDA GATORS, COLORADO STATE RAMS, AND AMERICAN OLYMPIC TEAM, THANKS AND GOD BLESS.


















T
HE LEGENDS OF LEGACY is a story, a tale, or call it what you will. This is more than a legendary tale, this legacy represent why a small amount of us are natural with en-during abilities, some are natural with invincibility, some are natural with good looks, and some are born in a rich family. How does the almighty God choose who gets these vast gifts and is it a random reincarnation?
Consequently, why are a few cho-sen to be ordinary and some comprised of such extraordinary talent? When sponta-neous interested in this planet we are au-tomatically uninformed that we acquire enormous talent to be authentic. With this mystery in mind that is something most people will never know. I figure you are here make the best of it. Life is a precious gift that it is taken for granted, and oth-erwise you will find trouble, before trouble finds you.
Talent that are an endowment from our almighty God, bestowed upon us to make a sequential intuition on our society. We ultimately have a goal to ad-vance our way of living. If you have the opportunity to win the lotto, Powerball or win the jackpot in Las Vegas. You would use that gift of luck to bring home some extra money.
You probably have no thought to what a true talent is until you give your heart what it wants. You would need to believe in yourself, push your limits, or run a mile to see how strong your heart is. Your life can only give you what you want your life to be. What you believe in your heart, mind, and soul that you can do an-ything. Never let anybody judge you, tell you, or keep you from your hopes and dreams.
When you come into this life, you are responsible for your well-being. Life is tough, quick, and you only have one life to live. I learned a lesson for Hulk Hogan himself: “Exercise, say your prayers, eat your vitamins, and believe in yourself.” I always believed in that, and always will. He is one of many heroes’ that made an impact on my life. The other hero in my life is my father, because without him, I probably would have been a very differ-ent person.
In this Legacy, you will learn about an individual that was born different, but looked like everybody else. In his heart, he knows that life is precious, so make the best of it. Enjoy, read, give feedback, because in the next series, The Legends Of Legacy will continue to give you more than just a story, it will give you a completely new perspective on life. Life only gives you a path; you are responsible to pave that path to the better future.





Native Legacy Of
Tribal Nation







T
he Legends of Legacy began with the beginning of all things in the universe and earth. “In the beginning, God formed the universe and the world. The earth was lacking form, annulled, and gloom was upon the features of the subterranean; and the spirit of God was moving over the face of the waters. In addition, God said, "Let there be light"; and there was light. In addition, God saw that the light was good; and God separated the light from the darkness. God called the light day, and the darkness he called night, and there was evening and there was morning.” In addition to what god said, "let there be a break in the midst of the waters, and let it separate the lands from the waters.”
In addition, god made the break and separated the waters, which were un-der the deep of the waters, which were above the depth of any ocean. In addition, it was so, completed with his power, and dominated by the Holy Spirit. Moreover, god called the firmament heaven. This is legends on how an undistinguished god becomes astoundingly extraordinary and factual legacy. This diminutive life all starts before all, and the universe. If you know the whole story then you know what happens next.
This is then where a blessed exis-tence of legacy began. God is my origina-tor, is the one and only spiritual almighty father, and is one that my courage, intel-ligence, and heart development. I put my life in his hands day in and day out. I pray every night to ensure my place in heaven, and to keep my life safe from evil.
My Native American civilization is composed of many thousands of tribes, each with distinct traditions, way of eating and customs. They supposedly, came from Asia and merged with South American Indians. This is still a mystery to the world, to all native tribes because of losses to our credited documentation. Not all Native Americans have been given the truth of where our DNA has originated. It is like the complications to differentiate any aspect of a wedding as being only "Native American style.”
Some civilizations are universal to many tribes, although others are excep-tional to changes. The majority of Native Americans believe that in the universe there subsists the GreatSpirit. A spiritual force that is the source of all life has come from.
The GreatSpirit (God), who he was not depicted as a human in the heavens, believed to be unstructured as well as to subsist throughout the cosmos. The sun is viewed as an expression of the supremacy of God or the GreatSpirit. Whether or not, if they are diminutive and unceremo-nious, the wedding is solemnized with feasts and joyfulness. A number of Native American traditional wedding ceremonies are informal, while others are moderately reserved.
Twilight is the traditional time for the ceremony to occur and water is used as a symbol of purification and cleansing. The bride and groom have a ceremonial washing of hands to cleanse away past evils and memories of past loves. Some-times a refreshing sweat, which usually is hot, but soothing to your spirit.
My way of thinking, is that God is the only true GreatSpirit of the world, and is all over the cosmos, heavens, minds, hearts, and souls of the world. I know that God will always be there for you, will you be there for him when he calls you. God can hear anything, from a prayer, to a way of life, a preach, or just too pray with family, friends and with great church members. The almighty GreatSpirit God also comes in many given figures, given name, and ultimate significance of power. I am not going to make judgment on how other religions look at God that is their business. The Mormons believe that you can have more than one wife.
Jehovah’s Witness believe that god is the only one to worship, and if you do not do things their way, you are a sinner. They also believe that Jesus is not the son of god, but the arch angle Michael. Chris-tians, Catholics, and others in the same field, believe that Jesus, God, and the Holy Spirit are as one, this is fiction in Jeho-vah’s version of the bible.
The watchtower is a magazine to inform the world that false prophecies are among us, that the end of days are near, and to repent your soul soon. To me that is true to a point, but I believe otherwise that your soul must be cleansed every day, every hour, every minute of your life.
I believe in the holy Christian be-liefs because of the awesome feeling of true happiness. I have not been proven wrong, nor has anybody changed my mind on the true meaning of God. I learned that with every great gift from the almighty God, is a contribution to live its principle, and to bring love to the planet. I found a great passage from Great Chief Seattle that I found on-line, and he has a few great points to go in the company of life.
He says in a very special way:
“How can we obtain the sky?" Chief Seat-tle began. "How can you possess the wind? Every element of this earth is hal-lowed grounds. With every pine needle from a tree, every sandy shore nears the ocean, and every mist in the dark woods in the mountains.
We are part of the earth and the earth is part of us. The air is precious. It shares its spirit with all the life it supports.
The wind that gave me my first breath also received my last sigh. This we know: the earth does not belong to us.
We belong to the earth.
The earth is our mother our warmth, our coolant, our protector of deadly rays, and our home. What befalls the earth befalls all the sons and daughters of the earth. All things are connected like the blood that unites us. We did not weave the web of life. We are merely a strand in it. Whe-rever we do to the web, we do to our-selves”
I believe what he is saying is that we do not own the earth, the Earth owns us. When we move on, or change loca-tions, you only own the house; the land still belongs to the Earth. We may pay a mortgage, say we own land, and buy real estate; the earth is the only true owner. You cannot take these material things with you when you die. That is why I was always taught to go to church, respect my parents, and to worship the almighty God. When you leave the Earth, God has what you will never have on Earth.
I always knew that God loves you for you, not where you worship him. En-courage yourself to find who you are, find what brought you to earth, and give all to god for creating you. If you do not believe in god, then find an entity, being, or drive to the edge of the earth for the true mean-ing of life. Know that the evil side of your-self is what keeps your mind occupied for believing in god.
Hey, if you believe in Satan, or worship him, I do not judge what you do. I think Satan gives me a feeling that he shoots to me, with internal hate, killer in-stincts, and deadly rage. I yell, scream, and kick some ass from time to time be-cause I do not let anybody push me around, but I always ask the Lord Jesus for forgiveness.
Worship is just a way to release your stress, gather your feelings, and find a meaning to why you are on earth. Life is confusing, I know this, but you have the ability to change it, save it, or become bet-ter then it. Keep your head up, challenge yourself, believe in yourself, and dominate your peers. Never let life dominate your dreams; make your dream a reality, but only the good ones.














Legendary Life
Of a Hero





Y
ou know that you will live your life so the fear of death can never enter your heart. Trouble no one about their religion; respect others in their views, and demand that they respect yours. Love your life, perfect your life, and beautify all things in your life. Seek to make your life long and of service to your people. Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide.
Always give a word or sign of sa-lute when meeting or passing a stranger if in a lonely place. Show respect to all na-tions, but cringe to nobody. When you arise in the morning, give thanks for the light, for your life and strength. Give thanks for your food and for the joy of living. If you see no reason for giving thanks, the fault lies in yourself. Touch not the venomous firewater that makes judicious ones turn to fools and robs them of their dreams.
When your time comes to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song, and die like a hero going home.”
Here is a great prayer for all those getting married, known commonly as the 'apache wedding prayer', 'Indian wedding blessing', and other variants, the following is a prayer commonly recited at weddings in the United States. It was written for the 1950 western movie broken arrow and has no known connection to the traditions of the apache or any other Native American group. We include this because you may be looking for it.
“Now you will feel no rain,
for each of you will be shelter to the other.
Now you will feel no cold,
for each of you will be warmth to the oth-er.
Now there is no more loneliness,
for each of you will be companion to the other.
Now you are two bodies,
but there is only one life before you.
Go now to your dwelling place
to enter into the days of your togetherness
and may your days be good and long upon the earth.”
We Native Americans, the “First” people of this great pre-American land or power. “I’m proud to belong to one of the original people who are ancestors occu-pied all of these lands, before we were found by some wandering seaman who knew just where he was - and we became “Indians.”
Tell me about our history, a tear will glisten
stories of how life use to be, bring a rueful smile
drums talk to me of our victories, I will listen
and flutes will find me dreaming all the while.
In order to “save” us, they killed us
our peaceful cultures were “dangerous”
and they thought they could just ravage us
but by fighting back, we became “savag-es.”
Call us lazy indeed - we are not driven by their greed to gather materials about but my question is, therefore, how else my people continued living for hun-dreds of hundreds of years without the terrible evil early savage Europeans.
My grandfather told me a legen-dary story of what we were all about. I knew that Lakota’s were one in a billion and to be a Lakota, you had to feel Lako-ta. One summer a long time ago, the seven sacred council fires of the Lakota Sioux came together and camped.
The sun was strong and the people were starving for there was no game. Two young men went out to hunt. Along the way, the two men met a beautiful young woman dressed in white who floated as she walked. One man had bad desires for the woman and tried to touch her, but was consumed by a cloud and turned into a pile of bones. The woman spoke to the second young man and said, "Return to your people and tell them I am coming."
This holy woman brought a wrapped bundle to the people. She dis-mantled the bundle giving to the people a sacred pipe and teaching them how to use it to pray. "With this holy pipe, you will walk like a living prayer," she said. The holy woman told the Sioux about the value of the buffalo, the women, and the children. "You are from mother earth," she told the women, "what you are doing is as great as the warrior’s do." before she left, she told the people she would return.
As she walked away, she rolled over four times, turning into a white fe-male buffalo calf. It is said after that day the Lakota honored their pipe, and buffa-lo were plentiful. (From john lame deer's telling in 1967). Many believe that the buffalo calf, miracle, born august 20, 1994 symbolizes the coming together of hu-manity into an oneness of heart, mind, and spirit. After thinking about what he told me, I challenged myself to bring out what has happened, and educate others of early American history.
I traveled back in time to witness a beautiful tribe before the hatred of the true savage, the Whiteman. Therefore, long ago when the world was young, an old Lakota spiritual leader was on a high mountain and had a great vision. In his vision, Iktomi, the great trickster and in-structor of wisdom, appeared in the struc-ture of a spider. Iktomi spoke to him in a sacred tongue that only the religious lead-ers of the Lakota could comprehend. As he spoke Iktomi, the spider, took the elder's willow hoop, which had feathers, horsehair, beads and offerings on it and began to spin a web. He spoke to the elder about the cycles of life...and how we begin our lives as infants and we move on to childhood, and then to adulthood. Finally, we go to old age where we must be taken care of as infants, completing the cycle.
"Although," Iktomi said as he con-tinued to spin his web, "in each time of life there are many forces -- some good and some bad. If you listen to the good forces, they will steer you in the right direction. But if you listen to the bad forces, they will hurt you and steer you in the wrong direction." he continued, "there are many forces and different directions that can help or interfere with the harmony of nature, and also with the great spirit and all of his wonderful teachings."
All the while, the spider spoke, he continued to weave his web starting from the outside and working towards the cen-ter. When Iktomi finished speaking, he gave the Lakota elder the web and said...."see, the web is a perfect circle but there is a hole in the center of the circle." he said, "use the web to help yourself and you people to reach your goals and make use of your people's ideas, dreams and visions. “ if you believe in the great spirit, the web will catch your good ideas -- and the bad ones will go through the hole."
The Lakota elder passed on his vi-sion to his people and now the Sioux In-dians use the dream catcher as the web of their life. It is hung above their beds or in their home to sift their dreams and visions. The good in their dreams are captured in the web of life and carried with them...but the evil in their dreams escapes through the hole in the center of the web and are no longer a part of them.
We believe that the dream catcher holds the destiny of their future. I knew that with my dreams, I would live the La-kota life, apache life, and Mexican life, but what with true respect. That I give to you, the story of the dream catcher, the one, and only way to keep your good dreams, and rid of the bad ones.


















The Legacy of
a Great Tribe




M
y respect for what Lakota life was, I consider that today to make the past look like an ability to reinvent a nation. The Lakota homeland was and still is sacred, from all non-native Americans. I learn from what I see, what I witness, and what time has taught me. My father is my one greatest hero in every way you can imagine; in addition, he would work hard for his beloved family, develop protection , put a roof over our head, play at the park with one of us, and insure my mother was completely safe through her life and pregnancy. I was not a patient baby, nor was I any good at keeping my feelings aside. When I was born, I came into this world with hopes of someday making an impact on the world in some special way.
My heritage is a great combination of bringing the two great cultures togeth-er, and I still see that all nationalities will unite as one someday. The hospital to fa-cilitate my birth was an express style hos-pital within Denver, Colorado. When sun-shine first ascended on me, my legend be-gan with an awaiting will of terror.
I went back in time to witness some of what my people and great relatives went through during the past 500 years, but that was not until I was old enough. My ancestors on both sides always struggled in a European society dominated society. They did everything they could do to fit in, even work more then what they were worth. They told me stories of when the white man always had everything separate for their own will.
They told me of a time when the late great Dr. Martin Luther king Jr. Fought for civil rights, but not just Afri-can Americans, but for all creeds, colors, religions, or backgrounds. He was a huge inspiration to my grandparents, and edu-cated my parents to fight for what you believe in.
My teachings of that all nationali-ties are from the same Great Spirit, higher entity, and the almighty god. Call him/her what you want, we are all from the same bloodline, ninety-nine percent, I know this, man. Whether either it is through evolution or through the way, the bible puts it. Do we get another chance to walk the earth following our spiritual decedents to heaven? I do believe in re-embodiment, and believe that god will give us another being to exist.
My Legendary heritage began on an oppressive day on July thirtieth nine-teen hundred and seventy eight; born with beautiful small bright hazel eyes, light caramel skin, and jet black hair. My mom was so impressed with my look that she was thankful from the lord above. The physician got me to cry by slapping my behind, but with a gentle slap. I cried my ass off until my mother apprehended my purity, and gave me her dedicated love. They gave me the name Judah Josiah NightFalcon, which was a strong boys name from the almighty God himself.
From that moment, I knew that undying devotion to be with mother, was going to be unconditional. My knowledge, development, and security were a strength my mother gave me until I decided to achieve talents on my own. My parents named me Judah Josiah NightFalcon because they wanted me to become a follower of the great supporters of our almighty God. My last name is from the heritage of both Apache and Lakota tri-bes. It is name that says, speed, yet stealth with no light.
My other side is from the nation of Mexico, from the era of chaos, change, and racial discrimination. In the current day, both apache and Lakota tribes, plus my Mexican history, who are today, tran-quil in the expansion of a people? In this nation back then, if you were not white, you were not American. If you did not do what the white man said, you would get beatings, killed, or transported to Europe as prisoner.
I would never let anyone treat me like a second-class person, nor should an-ybody be treated for how they look, smell, or talk. I believe that if you do something wrong, murder, rape, or steal, you should suffer on a volcanic island far from socie-ty, surrounded by sharks, and hot lava water in a solid high-voltage animal cage.
They should be put to work on this island, just keeping themselves feed, working on the island sand, and feeding the animals. Well, that is something I wish for, but probably would be considered inhumane, like killing, raping, and stealing is not as inhumane. The laws in most countries should be that, if you steal, chop off their hand, if your rape, chop of their little penis, if you kill, take out their eyes, and if you commit a crime you should be confined to a cell the size of a small closet.
I believe that if you are going to do wrong in this world, that you should be put to the ultimate test of pressure, insan-ity, and hardest work ever. Most of these American criminals should be fighting the war on terror and bring our troops home. They would be dropped from a plane blind folded, and weapons will be dropped in a large crate. They will ware an ankle bracelet that if you leave the country, your ankle monitor will set off a bomb.
I may sound cruel, but if you lost a family member, friend, or significant oth-er, you probably would be thinking the same way. I know that life is rough, but if you make life, what you really want it to be, you had better prepare to pay the con-sequences. Even a great superhero cannot always save everybody, only those that are closest to them.
I would love to give you some ad-vice, if you want to make a life of yourself, do the research, do the math, and give yourself plenty of time to achieve it. I learned a lot from my mother and father about what was good or bad. I was a cry-baby if I did not get my way, but had to learn that my mother was always in my presence, she knew that I would be crying so much that when she put her arms around me, I fell asleep. I always knew this world had some sort of sane comfort. My mother, Liberty Brandi Sanchez-NightFalcon, is a strong, intelligent, plus a devoted Christian from the sizzling Phoe-nix, Arizona. She was not a nitpicker, nor did the sizzling weather ever bring her downhill.
My grandparents came to the United States during the great depression of the 1920’s, and they settled in Arizona because of the weather and beauty of a great state. My grandparents Marianna “Legend” and Porferrio “Sarte” Sanchez were hard working, dedicated parents to my relatives, and especially my mother. They always had to fight the white Amer-ican system every single day, just to make dirty money. He is and always will be my hero for what he did, has accomplished, and dominated the white America.





















Legacy of
a Descendant






M
y grandfather Sarte did not care what the white man wanted, he fought cops, fought the freaks of the Nazi, skinheads, KKK, black panthers, and he worked from dusk until dawn. He would work his ass off until the labor was no longer needed, or there was no money coming in to the company. I learned through my life, that in this world, it has been the money, or make the money.
I will be the magnet for money, I will make the money come to me. I will make the money for me, never let this economy over power my spirit. I will work hard all my life, and never did I stop to make the money my financial status needed. If you have trouble with your finances, find a good insurance person to help your manager your money. I love the fact that my good friend Eric found that if you watch your money, create a spread-sheet of your debt, and educate yourself of what you money is doing for you. Then you will never go broke, never starve, nor will you ever need to have a loan of any kind.
My grandparents decided to go in business for themselves, but had to relo-cate to a cheaper state. Therefore, they built a ranch in Brighton, Colorado, just north of Denver. My grandfather Sarte would build slowly, but build on all his land a market of fresh produce. He grew all types of vegetables from corn, to wheat, to all types of fruit, and had lives-tock to heard. My grandmother Legend was marketing to all the major super-markets in the area. One thing about my grandparents, they made enough money to pay their bills, to pay for their land, and to go out and treat each other to some good food.
Not all of my family was in good spirit, health, or enjoyment of life. My nine uncles from oldest to youngest are Richard, Ron, Charlie, Lucas, Simon, Leo, Patrick, Ross, and Eugene. My mom’s sisters from oldest to youngest are Lori, Diana, Mary Ann, and Judy. My uncles always helped my grandfather with the ranch, from grazing the animals, to picking cotton, to feeding the animals, and to keep my grandmother happy. My mother was an inspiration to all my crazy relatives, but not all were on the same side of the law.
My uncles were rebels, the older five of the nine, were born in the small town of Tempe, Arizona. My uncles Ri-chard, Ron, Charlie, Lucas, and Simon where considered the Sanchez Savages of Tempe, Arizona and Brighton, Colorado. Uncle Leo, Patrick, Ross, and Eugene where all born in Brighton, Colorado, the school geeks of the family. My aunts Judy, Lori, Mary Ann, and Diana where all born in Colorado, but in Denver. My Mother was the only girl born in Phoenix, Arizona.
One of the biggest rebels of my family was my uncle Simon. My uncle Simon got into doing drugs, alcohol, and sex as a young teenager. Uncle Simon would always bring my grandparents down, steal from them, and throw parties on the ranch. He would always tell them to fuck off, go to hell, and smoke some marijuana right in front of them. When he would through parties, he would drink whiskey, play craps, and snort coke while my relatives were out.
He officially broke his habit when he got married to my aunt Stella. My aunt Stella was from Texas and really put my Uncle Simon on a new track of life. My Uncle used to hallucinate about seeing demons, or aliens coming to visit him be-fore he met my Aunt Stella. I was so pleased that he got some help before he got out of control. Therefore, she wrote him a poem for his brake from addiction, and I want to share that with you.
“I want to say how proud I am of you, Uncle Simon. That you have broken free of you are out of control addiction. It is something I do not know that I could do were I so sorely tried by your affliction.
My years of growing up were on my own,
As you were in the belly of your beast,
The two of us indifferent and alone,
Most in need of love while loving least.
How sad! That you and I have lost those years:
I, of childhood, and you, of your crazy childish ways.
Now’s the time for joy and not for tears,
For you are well, and we are reconciled.
Whatever life may bring or time may prove,
Know that you will always have my love.”
I remember a time when my par-ents got together to plan our lives. My mother was a powerful and sane woman. She always broke down walls of a male dominated society. She would never let a man control her, tell her what to do, or give a second thought to what she wanted. My father always supported her decisions, and that is why my mother took good care of us.
She has been there to care of my father and I, until one day; I accidentally started to develop teeth at 2 weeks old. I knew when my mother breastfeed me, that her nutrition was from both breasts. She was surprised she was not producing enough to feed me. The doctor of medi-cine told mother that he has by no means heard or seen anything close to this.
The doctor of medicine wondered if my mom had cancer or extraordinary obstruction up her milk ducts. They final-ly found out that she just was not produc-ing milk no more. So now, my mom has put me on prescription that was a rec-ommendation from the doctor of medi-cine.
My father, Julius James NightFal-con, who was raised on a reservation in Fort Apache, New Mexico. My grandpa-rents, starting first with my grandfather, NightFalcon. Was from Rapid City, Ne-braska, and my grandmother, Triva WalkingPanther, is from Fort Apache, New Mexico. My grandparents were al-ways struggling on the reservation with the American government always making decisions for my people. Apache and La-kota is a great mixture of tribes and were rare.
Therefore, my grandfather left Rapid City, Nebraska to find more work. He found work in Albuquerque, New Mexico, but with the racial discrimination back then, he decided to move on to a lo-cal Native American reservation. He then found fort apache reservation, where he started working as a black smith supervi-sor for my apache tribe.
He was the only Lakota there, but was accepted for who he is, not what tribe he was. My father was a hard worker, and is one of the things my mother fell in love with. He is optimistic for his future, that he would not let any white man stand in his way.
My father James relocated to the mile high city, for a better way of life, and to find a higher paying job. The reserva-tion was becoming a dessert for jobs and housing. He searched for about two weeks, and finally landed a job with my Mexican people. Some Europeans consi-dered some Mexicans and Native Ameri-cans to be the same ethnic groups, because of the skin color, and facial looks.
Of course pig headed, racist people, do not care about others, just who they are. While my father was working on the buildings in downtown Denver, he saw a very gorgeous woman walk past the production site. This is where he saw my mother for the first time.
He stopped what he was doing, and ran up to her, he then asked her, ma’am, would you like to have dinner with me. She laughed at him with a syndical laugh, but never left. She agreed to have dinner with him but he would have to pick her up at her house.
He went to her house all dressed up in a zoot-suit, and she was decked out in a Victorian dress. She lived in the suburb of Commerce City, Colorado. They had a wonderful romantic dinner in front of a nice fireplace, and candles lit. My father knew how to sweep a woman off her feet.
He had other experiences, but they were bizarre, psycho bitches. Within the first few years, the parents legitimately got married, and then conceived me. Wow, that is somewhat crazy to think of what my parents did before I was born, wow that was gross. Here is a message I remembered from a great chief.
His name is Chief Seattle; he gave me a reason to continue on my legacy. Therefore, when we finally got home, mother asked father, if he would keep on eye me at the same time as mother went to the store. All of an abruptly, I began to cry with the sound of a fire truck. Mother said that I have to be a fine boy or I would not get anything extraordinary from the local market. Therefore, I stopped, but one thing they did not know, is that I was more highly developed than any novel intuitive in history. My perceptive of what my parents were saying, thinking, and doing, was a given right at confinement.




Legacy of
Knowledge









I
was on the increase an inch each week and in advance at least a pound each month. I guess to some inhabitants that this is ordinary. Not if it is right after the day of delivery. My mom had yours truly, prematurely weighing five pounds, six ounces, and a whopping eighteen inches. Which is under average, but above pre-mature averages? When the doctor slaps me on the butt, it prepared me to kick him in the face and that left him with a nice discoloration on his eye. Within the primary month, I have developed approx-imately a single pound and a half, and four inches taller.
My parents begin to see if I would try to drink other forms of liquid. I drank water, milk, soup, or homemade juice. I find irresistible to drink fresh water, ex-cept for the juice, it came right back up. I would throw-up about once a day after consumption of too much milk. They in-itiated that I was lactose intolerant and always having diarrhea from drinking whole milk. They put me on a less lactose milk, which should allow me to drink as much as I required without the diarrhea.
However, it toils for the first six months of my miniature life. Then my body started to reject the any type of milk. The doctor of medicine then suggested prescriptions like soymilk, which was new-fangled in those days. This did much better while on soymilk and never again rejected this type of milk. I had no signs of indigestion or diarrhea. Mother and father also put me on soft foods and glasses of water before every bottle of soymilk. I consumed about then bottles of soymilk a day. My growth was about thir-ty inches to forty inches and gained around twenty pounds. Of course, now, I am following at a larger twenty-nine pounds at an early six months old.
My mom took me to the doctors to get my shots and to get my physical for the original six months. The doctor of medicine determined that I was not grow-ing normally as most children. I was on the increase much faster than ninety per-cent of any baby that he ever seen. My mom to see if she noticed any changes in my size and weight looked at me very closely. By the time I turned one year old, I was already three feet tall and fifty pounds. I was not a fat kid at all, just growing a lot faster than the doctor would ever expect.
At my next physical, the medical doctor noticed my eye color distorted from hazel to a ginger gray color. He thought this was the first he has ever seen and very unusual that my eyes are close to orange and yellow than any other color he has seen in his thirty years as a professional medical doctor.
Mother did not know what to think of me after a year of eccentricity and change. I know that I was unusual, but my parents and the physician had no initiative to what was about to arrive. One day a week after my first birthday, yours truly started to grow much faster than in my first year. I went from thirty-six inch tall, to forty-two inches in just one week. I increase about another ten pounds to sixty plus pounds. I am the height and weight of a three year old.
I was eating normal soft foods, drinking tons of water and milk, and get-ting tons of exercise with my mom while I sat in my walking chair. I officially started walking at twelve months and started to slow down on my development. I was getting into stuff and not doing what a normal baby would do and put things in my mouth, I would sit right on the ground or chair and start reading the ingredient and warnings on products my parents would by. I would consume what was in it and not really deliberate what I was putting in my system.
When I finally found out what everything was in my next six months, I progressively started let my parents know what foods were good and what would allow in my body to consume. Every time they bring home something from a fast food place or restaurant, great reactions would be to let them know what I wanted it with a weep or a happy smile. Now at approximately two years old in about three weeks, I finally started to mumble and talk. My parents wondered what I was saying when I said each word.
Therefore, I began to point at ob-jects to get them to comprehend me. When I officially turned two years old, I was previously starting to make common sense to the parents. When they told me to puff out my candles on the cake, I propelled it so hard that the entire cake jetted off the counter towards my uncle who was sitting in the back. They all looked at me with this crazy look in their face. In addition, to marvel at how I caused that. They put a different cake in front me, then asked me to blow the number two candle out on the cake. I blustered while the cake flew towards the back barrier where my other uncle was sitting.
The presupposition that he was contemplating that he could be eating the other cake from the barricade. I then started to look around at all my family members and they had this crazy look as if I was really trying to blow the cake all the way to the wall. I knew that I was dif-ferent, but did not know I had the strength of a hurricane. When the day finally ended, I was in my room reading a book on hurricanes, tornadoes, and wind. I had the question for myself, how did I do that. I pondered for about a more year and kept researching why I had this abili-ty.
When we begin my third birthday party, everybody wanted to see if I would blow another cake to the wall. They all looked at me with caution and excitement. I blew out the candles and reserved the cake intact. This, not only surprised both my parents, but also my insane relatives. Now I believe I have found a way to con-trol little problem of mine. The same day, we all went outside to play football with the cousins.
My Native American ten uncles and seven aunts are Jeremy, Thomas, Jeff, Gilbert, Gloria, Jolene, Robert, Randy, Tina, Vanessa, JoRae, Denyse, Pete, Allen, Lorenzo, Paul, and Darlene from Arizona, New Mexico, and Texas. My nine uncles from oldest to youngest are Richard, Ron, Charlie, Lucas, Simon, Leo, Patrick, Ross, and Eugene from my mom’s side would toss the football to us little midget cousins. It was my Sixty cou-sins from both sides that had gather to play together. Here they all are from old-est to youngest: Tori, Manuel, Nancy, Irene, Edward, Susan, Shelly, Denise, Christine, Jaclyn, Jose, James, Sierra, Imagine, Renée, Rick, Ely, Michael, Ni-cole, Candice, Jaime, Kenny, Louis, And-rew, Exabio, Deanna, Desiree, Isabella, Katharine, Kimberley, Jesus, Dominique, Christopher, Crystal, Mathew, Nathan, Debbie, Javanah, Isaiah, Sheraiah, Ne-veah, Shanisa, Tierra, John, Justin, Lau-ra, Regina, Lisa, Jordan, Carla, Tammie, Makayla, Dora, Orlando, Monica, Angeli-ca, Anita, Annie, Julia, Tillie, and I.
If all sixty of us were nice enough to ask our uncles to play with us, they usually would say no, unless it was a fami-ly affair. I remember him throwing the football at me, I started to run around the corner with the football, and when I got around the corner, I took off like a bat out of hell. I then slithered on my own foot when fell. I did not fall too hard, not hard enough to feel any pain. When I fell down, I prepared a puncture in the ground.
My uncle Simon rushed to see if I was all doing all right. He then noticed that I was about fifty meters from his lo-cation. He had this odd look on his face as if I leaped that far. He grabbed me and asked if I was doing okay. He then saw the opening, which was 6 feet deep, and wide enough to fall into. We had to find a way to cover this gap in the ground. We decided to get some concrete and fill the whole back up before someone falls in. I explained to him that everything was fine. I chose to continue to play with the others.
For now, to change the subject, I will not be using all sixty of my cousins in the first series of The Legends Of Legacy, just some, but they will come in later in the following series. He told us that he decided to stop participating until after dinner. We all gathered and then went in to go grub some great Mexican food.
When we got inside, my relatives were already serving up on the great food my mom created. I could smell it from outside; it was so aromatic that you could almost taste the food in the air. My mom made some Mexican hamburgers smo-thered in green chili with cheese, lettuce, tomatoes, sour cream, and guacamole. She also made some Spanish rice, some salsa, and some homemade tortillas.
My mom made me a burrito just as if all adults seem to like it. The chili was scorching, but extremely high quality. My heart melted and fell in love with my mom’s burritos and finally got to eat what everybody has to eat on my birthday. Tolerant to highly spiced food, I was also tolerant to extreme salty and sweet foods. I knew that once I ate my mom is cooking that I was hooked for good. She made me some spaghetti for me for the first time the day after my birthday to see how I would do. Again, I fell madly in love with the taste for pasta and marinara sauce.
My mom brought home some im-mense pizza for the first time. For me, this was a new sensation and she got it from the neighboring pizza parlor in town. I ate the large pizza all by myself with no help at all. She told me to leisurely pace myself or I could get stocky. I never put on a pound with any greasy food and knew that this was not a problem. I memorize what I was reading, like the ingredients from everything I consumed. Although at this time I thought, what the heck, it will not cause harm to my system.
I do not abuse any kind of delicious rubbish foods. I know my mom has cooked for both my father and I, but al-most every day until my fourth birthday. She finally took me to a neighboring hamburger kid’s place that had a play-ground built in. Now we all could have a great time for this birthday for a change. She did not want to have to cook for all of our relatives. My agreement, of course, is to do too much for others and not her child.
































Legacy Of A
True Best Friend



I
had one of the best cousins a person could ever have. His name is Michael, and he was just a year younger than I was, but was always considered my best friend. He and I always hung out, wrestled, played football, admired television, and enjoyed a round of Atari. Therefore, if a twin were born with me, he would be an ideal twin. The other close cousin is my older cousin by only a month, and her name was Nicole. She was a great listener, and has always been good to both Michael and I.
Michael has been there for me for the other stuff, but we always won at any game on Atari against Nicole. Michael is from my dad’s side and uncle Robert is his dad, and Nicole is from my mom’s side and her dad is Eugene. She has an older brother, my cousin Louis. My other cousins where already in their teens and not interested in hanging out with us as often.
Therefore, we all looked at each as the same family no matter what side they were. Again, my instincts always got Ni-cole to grab a dictionary or encyclopedia from the library.
Since I was only four and years old, I could not read while in a school. My cousin Michael always pondered on why reading was a gift at an early age for me, but not for him. I educated to him take some time to practice with me. My uncle Jim and Aunt Lori would always have me for Christmas holiday. I was hanging out with my cousin Kenny, and his dad, who was my considered to be my favorite uncle because he was always there for me.
My aunt Lore was his spouse and considered the sweetest woman on the block, with the best cooking skills ever. The reason is, is because he never turned his back on me. My mom would ask him to pick me up from my parents to come visit with my cousin Michael. My mom would have to drop me off at my uncle Simon’s is because my aunt Stella was al-ways at work during the day. My cousin Ely was an awesome cousin in the begin-ning, but turned out to be a jerk later in life. He always wanted to hang out with Michael and myself but he was not a normal kid or sane for that matter.
He has bipolar disorder and could not think, talk, or figure things out by himself, until his alter ego kicked in. This kid was a miracle to my family, because he was a special kid, and I have always loved him even if he treated me like a second-class person. His presence was a gift from god, and now he was a gift to the world. My mom always wanted to bring another baby into the world, but had to wait until I was old enough to handle another child.
My aunt Judy also has gone through that after having my cousin Ni-cole. After all these tragedies in my family, it was known to me, that I was here with a purpose. My cousin Louis was in trouble all the time making a mess of him for not good reason. He would always steal from the other cousins, take from his friends, and beat up the smaller kids.
I saw that my uncle Jim and his wife, Aunt Lori, where such a good pair, good people, and great parents. My par-ents are good parents, do not get me wrong, but my uncle and aunt where al-ways kissing, I would tell them, they are at it again. They would be talking softly to themselves, and I would over hear the adult stuff. I would say to them, could you people get a room or something, I could hear you. They would apologize, giggle, and then go to their room. My aunt would scream and yell when in their room.
I would wonder what they were doing, and I accidentally walked in, but quietly. You could see my aunt just going up and down on my uncle’s lap, and my uncle was grabbing her milk makers, so looked at him, he saw me and looked back, and just smiled.
Then inaudibly mumbled, close the door son, this is for you when you get old-er, I will explain later to you when I am done. I closed the door silently; my uncle came out about ten minutes later and told me to come to my cousin Kenny’s room to talk about what I saw. He said that is what grown-ups do when they are in love, married, and physically attracted to each other.
It is just creating undying love, in-timacy, and lovemaking when a man and a woman become mutually one. This creates intimate, noisy, and climaxation. I then knew that I was not to see nothing like that all yet again. On the road to this day, it scares me to see my relatives doing anything while naked, above all, to think of them doing the nasty makes me grossed out.
My parents were now 8 months pregnant with my baby sister. I was ex-cited to find out what my new baby sister was going to be all about. If she would have the same special powers as me, or would she come out more advanced than me. When she was born, she was named Jazmyne Serenity NightFalcon, with light gray eyes, and light caramel skin. She was so beautiful, full of life, and yes, she has all the same powers as me.
When I legitimately started kin-dergarten, they started me right in an ad-vance level of kindergarten classes. My sister Jazmyne was still in her diapers, reading and going through what I went through to understand this world. She would read all the materials that I brought home, and understood everything from start to finish. I was understanding at a middle school level, and acknowledge faster than anyone ten years older than me.
My sister Jazmyne would read at the same level as a first grader at only a year old. With our complete focus on what our parents, grandparents, older relatives, and what our future teachers taught us we belonged to a great knowledgeable family.
I learned true from inaccurate, su-perior quality also the horrific, the ex-treme, and insane. Also, to professionalism and having class for who you are without being arrogant. My sister Jazmyne was officially in school at age four years old, preschool that is.


Wild Legends of Natural Disasters

M
y life up to this point was very different; I was turning five years old, already down halfway during my first year of school. My sister is now four years old and living an educated life. I was ready to take on anything the world had for me. I was able to speak with a high heart and to keep my mind, abilities, and way of life top secret.
When it came time to trust people with my talents, I would give the benefit of showing those select few a special show. I will remember where I came from, and always acknowledge my history as a gift from the heavens. My sister will be a part of something great, but before I get into too much of her life, she will be featured in the next series. I will mention what her and I shared together, but for now, this one is about me and what I experienced.
In addition, I already would akin to contribute in sports. The earliest of my five years of a vast existence, I have widely read that I could blow things down, run more swiftly, and effect bottomless holes if I plunge. These are just the few things established about my capabilities. Just be familiar with this story, for the enligh-tenment that this is not anything to arbi-trate neither against, nor to what you are about to find out. Remember this passage from a great Native American, and learn that you have one life, and one life to live.
Already you know at this time, by means of the significance of my ability consist of successively tremendous veloci-ty, capability to bluster as hard as a hur-ricane, and make deep holes with every hit to the ground, barrier, or entity. Just about to hit the big six and in receipt of readiness for a fresh school year in the first grade. Seeing, as my instructors comprise to find out that my ability to read and write at a higher level is a special gift. I was then told to move on to the second grade, because there was no rea-son to stay behind my gift.
With advanced knowledge, my in-telligence is that of the majority of the se-venth graders. Consequently, known the opportunity to move up an evaluation of knowledge. At that very moment, mother has this year to be for me to stay in the first grade until the second semester. After that, I will be given the opportunity to move up a rank.
I received perfect straight A’s not only in every major subject, but in every-thing, I did in life was almost perfect. Also was given three awards in cooperation to both first and second quarter, for not only perfect attendance, but also straight ad’s, and performance in a classroom. My instructors always challenged a great mind such as mine, to consider higher learning for such great intelligent.
In our years, now during the brand new semester, the new institute of higher learning was now in the much-anticipated second grade. Each one of the students was still a tad smaller than nor-mal. Some students did not have individ-ual confidence to be successful. By no means to say that all peers the same age were illiterate, just saying to that all true perfection, and studying is the key to suc-cess. Some instructors always say, practice makes perfect, that is what was taught to us as small children.
This is which gets this person fast-er, better, and more knowledgeable. Then found out that same year that that having the skill to create storms and fly higher than any normal person. When tryouts for the basketball team came about, the coach noticed that my skills of high jump-ing were as if a regular professional bas-ketball player was on the team. Coach was so bewildered and perplexed on why I had the capability to leap so high.
I just felt uncomfortable around the other kids and my coach that I would quit the team. We were invincible our earliest five games, which we had three more to go. My sister knew what I was about, but never mentioned to any player, or our own parents about what we were really made of. Then all of a sudden, when I quit before then, the entire team just lost confidence in the team. They lost the final three games of the season, and then all of a sudden, misery came over the city.
Hence emotion to the players, but they have to outline why all of a sudden I was hopping with such authority. I trans-ported to the past to reinvent what I just did, and eliminated speculations of my great talent. I did not want anybody to know what I did, the one thing that shocked me, is that nothing changed about what my sister saw, she can generate and keep everything the same as what she saw. I cannot go through time without Jazmyne alterations of my time changes.
Now knowing that one day after the school year, we were issued a severe thunderstorm warning for most of Denver county, western Adams, northern Douglas county, and western Arapahoe county. All of a sudden, I started to notice the clouds were getting a little terrifying. I then put my hand up to the heavens, and said, shower disappear from the heavens. All of a sudden, the billows just cleared up, the sun came out, and the caution has terminated.
I sat back with my father to admire the news broadcast. I required finding out what the weather conditions from the reporters were saying about the unex-pected clear up of these recent storm warnings. I saw my sister gives me a look of, what are you about to do look. They could not believe that it was all cleared up and sunny with the temperature reaching in the upper 80’s. My sister, was laughing her ass off, and preaching, yea, takes that America.
I wondered if I had just changed the weather for the state of Colorado soli-tary. I then saw that they show the weath-er conditions on the map for the United States and there were no clouds in the sky. My powers only took care of this country, not over the bodies of water surrounding the North American continent. The entire country was out of storm warnings, but was not in the clear forever.
I then proceeded outside and started to think of homemade downpour, but waited until the following day. Look-ing towards my father watching the early morning news, I noticed that the United States was in a heat wave. It was still clear all over, completely clear of any intimida-tion of storms, warnings, or threats. Deli-beration set that I need to generate some rain for the driest division of the nation.
I held my hand up to the heavens and unexpectedly, the billows of dark clouds appears above the very dry parts of the world. Not only Death Valley, Sier-ra Dessert, or the poles but also other parts of dry southern California, dry Mexico, and also including southern part of blistering Arizona.
There was preparation for the rain to come in sheets of downpour. So happy, I leaped up in the atmosphere and was routinely transported to southern Los Angeles, California. Took a glance of where I was, and why I was here. My sis-ter can see where I go, by penetrating my transport portals. I then noticed a police official gaze at me as if I was the source of problems. He hollered, hey young man, are you okay, it looks like you just fell from the heavens or something.
I acknowledgeable him, no sir, I just fell from the roof of this pizza parlor after finding out my birthday was today. I also wanted to look for a minute to check the weather from up there. I then gave him an awkward silly grin; he turned around and just turned confused with his head shivering back and forth. Therefore, elated back to my house and wondered if he ever glanced back to notice if I was still sitting there or not. Consequently, I transported back to southern lea., this time on reverse side of the same street.
He gazed back, than noticed that I vanished in thin air. Then he becomes aware of my presence on the other side of the street. He then shouted out, how in the hell did you get over there so fast. I reply, easy now, I just ran over to the other side of the street. He said, well young man, get back over here please, I need to find your mother. I then proceeded to walk back-wards, and he started to walk towards me with a quick pace.
I then jolted around the corner of the barbershop with such great speed, and just instantly, I transported back to the house without leaping this time. Since then, I decided not to transport to lea., until I am long forgotten. It was undesir-able at this very tender age to be in a highly unsafe city.
That same day after coming back, curiosity settled, then I proceeded to transfer to the school to see what kind of grade my teacher has given me. The teacher did not give back the test to us students, so given the opportunity to transport; checking perfect score was ne-cessary to my person welfare. Then, in-stantly noticed the teacher wrote that some students are smart, but not as smart as Judah is.
She said that true intelligence has to be expressed, challenged and utilize his skills to be in a much higher grade. Now just passing the seventh birthday party, I have now grown to a whopping five foot. My weight has now also hit a whopping one- hundred and ten pounds. I was al-ways active in exercises and cardio to keep the fat count down, and junk food cravings down.
Many friends from school always wondered how eating junk food is healthy, yet could eat so much but not gain any weight. The key is, to exercise one hour after you eat for one hour. Then they found out that high metabolism is a factor for some others, and for myself.
The professors challenged all stu-dents’ theories and abilities before getting started in the new school year. They uti-lized personal intelligence in advanced testing that middle school student takes. Before testing, they asked mother if she believes the fourth grade is relevant for advanced education on students this my age. Just only seven years old, going up two huge grade levels was a dare for any-body this age.






















The Legends of
a New Legacy





T
he year is 1987, and during this time, there was almost three and a half million residence in the great state of Colorado. Colorado is the centennial state and home to the big horn sheep. My state was on the rise for economic reasons for businesses, car companies, restaurants, and an ideal spot for international call centers. This state was in a transition to the much higher technology age then the rest of the nation.
Now in the fourth grade, the stu-dents were doing their tenth birthdays, have always stared at yours truly, as if I did not belong there. For the first two quarters of the fourth grade, challenges opened up on every corner of the school. These challenges where average then most kids in the seventh grades.
I then noticed one day that my new ability that I found out was like going through time, but not just any time, any dimension as well. Glancing at the clock and wondering what life is like ten years from now. Then all of a sudden, instant transportation all the way forward to 1997, but this year was college years.
I visually able to distinguish every-thing around me, but was not truly ac-tually there. Once more, like the last time, I glanced at the timepiece, and then said in my head, I want to go back to 1987. Suddenly I was transported back to the same time, same place, at the same time last. Remember, every ability I have found about myself, my sister has also found out that she has the same ability.
I then screamed aloud off the top of my head. All of a sudden, I said stop extremely loud, then all of a sudden, the time froze. I got so scared, I transported home and wrote down everything I can do up to this day. I decided to tell my mom that I wanted to advance to the ninth grade, and make the next four years the years my final school years.
I wanted to finish school before I was eleven or twelve years old. She rep-lied, well son, are you ready to move up that fast? I educated her that I am ready to move on to higher learning. I want to go up to the high school next school year and take the entry test. After finishing the fourth grade, my finish had top honors, and I was given a grade given to ninth graders. During my eighth birthday, I wished I would be in high school that day. I have asked to set up a time to do the test for advancing to the ninth grade, which is my first year. They set me up for August 10 1988, at 4:30pm in the evening.
Transported to the park just out-side the school and decided to study all my abilities that were written down. I then transported myself to an empty deserted island far from everybody. I then tested my talents, going down the list, I tested the storm ability. I wanted to see if I could create a tornado.
I pointed up to the heavens, and thought of a twister, and suddenly, a funnel cloud came rushing down, and then turned into a twister on the desert island. I felt the wind speed, but not the authority of the twister. I strolled towards the cyclone, and felt the wind increase dramatically, but no force from the twister at all. I ran with tremendous velocity towards the twister, and sprinted up the funnel to the top of the whirlwind.
I ran in the direction of the rota-tion of the tornado. I then grabbed at it, and thought of it to evaporate from the haze and alter into a category five hurri-cane. Then it stretches out and it created a large monster of a hurricane. I then ran across the top of the hurricane to see where the location of this hurricane was. I then started to control the hurricane as if it was on a leash, than kept it from affect-ing parts of the sea or affecting the Amer-ican shores.
I noticed that the island was har-boring a volcano. The volcano on the isl-and was commanded to erupt and dis-charge dust and blistering magma. Then jolted to the summit of the volcano, and noticed I could not feel the high tempera-ture, or was burning from molten rock at all. I then leaped in, swam diagonally through the lava from one end to another. Then I become aware of that I could knock through the volcano’s skin.
Now from the top I could feel the lightness of the magma, and feel the heat with in the heart of the world. Nothing was hot for me, too cold for me; I had the ability to tolerate all types of tempera-tures. If this volcano could talk, it would ask me, how you did that.
I then blew at the ocean, and got the ocean water to part from the island to where ever the opening stopped. Then remembered I can stop time, so froze time, and transported to the end of the opening of the ocean. It went all the way from the island to the shores of India. I looked at everybody, they looked at me funny, I then said, are you hot, they said yes, we are, I said let there be rain.
The clouds came together, and it started to pour on them with sheets of cool rain and light breeze from the north. They then said thank you, I said, no problem, and then transported back to the island.
After trying out all my abilities, I traveled into the future to august 10, 1988 and saw that I could see the whole thing, but still could not actually move, but found out that I have permanently transport to the future or past permanently, but still can transport anytime out of those times if needed.
I took the test and passed with brilliance and perseverance. Afterwards transported back to the island to see what in addition I can do. So far I can transport from place to place, time to time, run with light year speed, blow with the power of a million tornadoes going off at once, jump from the ground to as far as I want to jump with light year speed, break through any wall, any ground, everything created by god.
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WHILE BEING MARRIED TO THE BEST WOMEN EVER. I CAN'T SEEM TO GET ANYTHING RIGHT. I MAKE NEW FRIENDS WITH FEMALES, I GET MY HEAD KICKED OFF. YA THEY ARE SINGLE, BUT MY INTEREST IS FRIENDSHIP ONLY NOTHING MORE. I LOVE MY WIFE AND NO OTHER WOMAN WILL EVER CHANGE THAT. I ENJOY HER COMPANY, LOVE HER STYLE BUT DO NOT LIKE HER TO TRY AND CHANGE ME. YOU MET ME THIS WAY, I LOVE TO HAVE GOOD FRIENDS, AND ENJOY MARRIED LIFE AT THE SAME TIME. GOD HELP ME!