The Real Mutant Story of Kyle James Lee

This is a summarized story of strange incidents that have occurred during my life. – Kyle James Lee

A strange story about my Birthday. I was born on 2-21 ( February 21st) at 2:21 AM in 1983. If you add 1 + 9 + 8 + 3 it equals 21. My name is Kyle James Lee. Kyle + Lee equals 7. Middle name James equals 5. Add Kyle + James + Lee it equals 12; that’s 21 backward. Furthermore are my palms, X’s on both the left and right palms. M’s on both the left and right palms. On the right palm are my initials KL in palm prints; but I’m left-handed. I’m not sure if this is because I was X’ed out of the M factor; or if I’m really a Mutant X.

I hold marks in Tai-Chi, studied Ninjutsu, and Kung Fu, I am a 4th-degree black belt.

I have multiple mutated genes in my blood. Natural 17/20 vision. I have a highly resistant immune system and haven’t been sick since May, 2012, not even a cold. The only reason I had gotten sick the last time was when I first moved into a house in Glendora, California; bad flu was already waiting for me in my new bedroom. I also never got COVID. I read an article about how some people adapted a beneficial mutated on a gene that gives them increased resistance against colds and COVID.

I also look as though I could be 28 years old when I’m 41 as of 2024.

I have what’s known in scientific terms as temporal binding. I’ll look over or move my eyes toward a sound that’s about to happen, one to three seconds ahead of time. I had told my grandpa Duncan before he died that I could do that. My grandfather told me that he used to be able to do that when he was younger. After my grandfather passed away, I had asked my grandmother if grnadpa could ever “sense things a bit ahead of time.” She took in a gasped kind of breath and said, “he could do that.” It’s a spidey sense, noticing something’s about to happen, a bit before it happens.

My Grandfather accomplished great things during his life. He was the only one who transferred over from the Army to the Air Force at the time who had Ranger training. He then trained fighter pilots during the Korean War. He went on to work for NASA; he worked there during the Apollo and Voyager missions; and knew Buzz Aldrin and Neil Armstrong.

The Duncan’s side goes back to Mary Queens of Scots, The first King of Scotland Robertson; and supposedly the Blind Man Duncan with the real Robin Hood.

At the age of five, I shattered a mirror on accident; which the superstitious would say is seven years’ bad luck, but I’m not superstitious. A piece of flying glass cut my wrist and left a scar that looks like a quicksilver sign. Three sevens equal 21. 7 + 7 + 7 = 21 but I’m no God. Between the ages of five and seven; strange things happened in my Grandparents’ old house in Norwalk, CA. at 11358 Cecilia Street Norwalk CA. 90650. The house has since been bulldozed to the ground for a freeway expansion; and it was once, if not still haunted. However, I believe that the supernatural will only appear too innocent eyes.

I was laying down for bed, and looked over at the clock; the time was around 10:30 PM. I closed my eyes and felt a bright light beam down; the next thing I remember is being in some sort of facility. I now believe this was the secret underground facility known as the Dulce Base or Dulce Compound located in Dulce, New Mexico. I awoke on a table, there were Grey Aliens; and one man in a black suit. The man in the black suit pointed at me as he asked the Grey Aliens how I had woken up. I faded back into no memory; the next thing I knew I was back in my bed and the time was already 4 AM.

The Dulce Compound is believed to have been completed at that time by 1979. I wonder now just how many children were taken into the Dulce Base. The Dulce Base is believed to have used Nuclear Thermal Drills in order to drill out the ground; before they were invented.

I had a sheepdog named Sam around these times. One night, a couple of months after the Dulce incident; I had an out of body experience. I floated out of my bed in the backroom of the house, down the hallway; and out to the backyard through the sliding glass door. I saw Sam the sheepdog there, he had been mutilated; and was steaming. I recall never seeing that dog ever again since that happened.

At seven years old I had a haunted experience in the house. I was in my bed and closed my eyes, but then I suddenly felt a presence. I opened my eyes and looked around; then, there on the wall; I witnessed what was “Red Eyes a Shadow with a face on the Wall.” It was some sort of demonic spirit. I closed my eyes in fear, it came barreling towards me; then something incredible happened. I opened my eyes and fired some sort of Chi Aura or Dharma Chakra at it; then took the demonic spirit inside of me. Apparently I blessed and cleansed it first that way; because I’m still a good-hearted person. The next morning, I had Rheum (Eye Boogers) covering my eyes so much that I couldn’t open them; so I stumbled to the bathroom and washed it all off.

Furthermore; years later in my teenage years, my father Stephen James Lee did plumbing under that house. The entrance to get under the house and under the bathroom was where my old room was. He crawled under there and felt something he thought was rice; but no, it was a lot of maggots! Something, or someone(s); had been decomposing underneath that house for years.

I come from a family of intelligent people, such as my Grandfather; another was my Great Uncle Jack Lloyd May. He died of rare brain disease, but he was a brilliant genius. He was performing top-secret work on top-secret government projects in San Francisco, California before his passing. He also held patents. Once, when we went up to visit; he had told us about Chinese spies just across the street from his workplace, who was spying on them. The way the buildings were constructed though he said; blocks communication signals from entering or exiting the buildings. At the age of 19, I scored a 106 or 109 on the ASVAB for the Army and didn’t even study for it. This was enough for classified access. I got into a higher opportunity working with my Great Uncle for a little while.

During my mid-twenties, I was on a Dirt Bike riding trip in the Desert with my father; to a place called El Mirage. Something spectacular happened out there that everyone at the camp witnessed. My father and my cousins Scott and Matt included; along with Dad’s old neighbors and others were there. I knew something was about to happen out there, I lifted my hand and gave a thumbs-up; as soon as I did that the tarp I was under which was being held down by cinder blocks flew up into the air. Something had sent an Aura flying at the camp, and I had just deflected it. I ran over behind the displaced tarp and held it there as strong as I could. I began yelling. I know what you’re thinking; Dragon Ball Z, right? The winds began to swirl in front of the tarp as I stood behind it; building up massively and wreaking havoc on the campsite.

I yelled and fired the huge wind aura outward into the sky. I looked up and saw my Aura flying; when suddenly it stopped up in the sky. Something or someone was up there, and it deflected off the side and towards the mountains. Whatever it was up there; called it quits and the wind was no more. There was no wind before or after this incident; only during. My cousin Scott was amazed by what happened, and my cousin Matt blocked it out and doesn’t like to talk about it. Everyone at the campsite witnessed what happened that day.

Years went by and I was living in Glendora, CA. I was sent to the Glendale Memorial Hospital during a medical incident…

In May-June 2015, I was at the Glendale Memorial Hospital in California. I was offered a see-through snowy white plastic cylinder with black stuff all inside of it, the circumference of a U.S. dime, and one inch in length, but I refused it. The next day I was offered the same device, except larger, the circumference of a U.S. nickel and two inches in length, I swallowed it down with a cup of water. And I know it wasn’t tar, because I’d already been there for a couple of days. Then, I was offered an injection that was an experimental version. The syringe was filled with a bright green liquid that had shiny white flakes floating around in it. I was injected with it. My psoriasis has been mostly cured ever since then. I called the hospital about a year later and asked if they knew what the device was, but they had never heard of it. I know it wasn’t tar because I’d already been there for a couple of days.

The night I took the medium device, I was fed bad food and vomited! I asked a worker what was in that food, and he told me, “Oh no! That wasn’t meant for you!” So the process to make the effects permanent didn’t happen since I didn’t ingest the smaller device the night before, and because I threw up from this bad food.

An ex-NSA employee with clearance told me that what I took was “exceptionally controlled information,” and that it made a Special Access Program (SAP) look like Google or public information. He told me the CIA was responsible for that device, but I was thinking DARPA or both. I was not sworn to secrecy for this, so I am willing to talk about it. It was something my Great Uncle Jack Lloyd May left behind for me. He felt I have what it takes to… wear a black suit.

For about a year and a half after the Glendale Memorial Hospital in May-June 2015, I had temporarily gained… Super Powers. I was able to hold up the palm of my hand, and a whirlwind would form, it’d go for a little while, then I’d snap my fingers and the whirlwind would fall to the floor. I’d be walking, and a whirlwind would surround me and I’d be in the center of it, it’d follow me as I walked. I’d stop walking, then the whirlwind would stop moving and I’d stay centered inside it. I’d snap my fingers, or bang my 6 foot hand crafted oak martial arts staff on the ground, and the whirlwind would fall. I was in a parking lot standing around, and a whirlwind with all kinds of clutter in it formed and centered around me. At some point I lifted one of my arms up, and the whirlwind flew over the building, clutter and all.

I was able to do what looked like I was teleporting short distances, but I was moving around so fast that to the untrained eye, it looked like I was teleporting.

In winter 2015, there was a big El Nino storm that hit Glendora, California where I was living. I was dealing with a local nicotine vape shop that didn’t know what they were doing, like using regular cotton balls to rebuild drip tanks. The shop owner wouldn’t give me a refund after a messed up rebuild he did for me. In the middle of that big storm, I called the Glendora Police Department, and asked if they’d meet me down at the vape shop so I could get a refund.

The woman officer on the phone made a sound like she was cold and chilly, and told me they aren’t going anywhere in this crazy weather. So I hung up the phone, opened my garage, and looked directly up at the dark cloudy sky. A huge circular hole of clear sky opened up above me, then the clear sky spread, and it stopped raining, even though it was supposed to keep on storming that day. So I called the Glendora police back and told them hey, looks like I stopped the storm. I’ve since confirmed twice over the phone with the Glendora police department that I stopped that storm. Then the police agreed to meet me down at the vape shop, and so I did.

I ended up filing a complaint with the Better Business Bureau, and found out the vape shop was shut down and taken over by a new owner, only this new owner was knowledgeable about nicotine vaping.

After I moved to Fontana, I got a letter in the mail directly from the Glendora Police Officers Association addressed to The AEGIS Alliance and I. The letter thanked me for my generous donation, all the good it’s doing for the community, and that they’re very grateful. I still have the letter. An unknown individual or entity made a generous donation to the city and the police department in mine and my company’s name. I still have the original letter, and I’ve scanned it for safe keeping.

These are the Super Powers I experienced for about a year and a half after what happened at the Glendale Memorial Hospital in May-June 2015.

 This is a summarized story of the strange incidents which have occurred during my life. – Kyle James Lee