The Real Mutant Story of Kyle James Lee

This is a summarized story of strange incidents that have occurred during my life.

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. Three sevens equal 21. 7 + 7 + 7 = 21 but I’m no God and I’m far from perfect. 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 have multiple beneficial mutated genes in my blood. Natural 18/20 vision. I have a highly resistant immune system and haven’t been sick since March, 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. There are studies that found some people evolved to have a beneficial mutation on a gene that gives them increased resistance against colds and COVID. I also look as though I could be 30 or even 27 years old when I’m 41 as of 2024. For the first time in over 13 years, I got sick on May 7, 2025 with a cold.

I have what’s known in scientific terms as temporal binding, another term for it is enhanced intuition. I’ll look over or move my eyes toward a sound that’s about to happen, or a light about to turn on or off, or sprinklers, car doors, alarms, and horns in parking lots, one to three seconds ahead of time. I had told my grandpa Robert Devon 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, Barbara Ann Duncan if grandpa 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 Grandpa Duncan 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 by 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. 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.

I was laying down for bed when I was about 7 years old, 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 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.

I had an out of body experience when I was a kid once at about the age of 6 or 7, I still remember it vividly too. I was asleep in bed, then suddenly I was like this white floating being, kid size in my childhood bedroom. I floated down the hallway, into the living room, dining room, den, then I went out into the backyard, the back sliding glass door was open. When I got past the area of the house in the backyard to the left of me, and the gate and wall at the driveway on the right, I reached the grass area in the backyard, and I saw a monstrous looking Sam the sheep dog, our pet, it was a steaming carcass with flesh and a rib cage of bones sticking out.

There were two men in white hazmat suits, and further away in the backyard toward the big sliding gate, outside of it was an entrance to imperial highway in Norwalk, CA on 11358 Cecilia Street. The house has since been bulldozed to the ground for a freeway expansion. I was looking at the scene, I started looking at the two men. One man looked over at me, pointed and said something to the other man, then the other man looks at me. Something happened at that point, it startled me, and then I recall floating really fast back to my childhood bedroom and then back into my body. I woke up the next day and never forgot that experience ever since then. And I never saw Sam the sheep dog ever again after that day.

At 7 or 8 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, slowly rising up on the wall; I witnessed what was “Red Eyes a Shadow with a face that had pointy ears on the Wall.” I’ve since come to find out it’s what’s known as a Demonic Shadow. I closed my eyes in fear, it made a growl at me, then it came barreling towards me; then something incredible happened. I opened my eyes and fired some sort of Chi Aura or Dharma Chakra, a kind of light energy at it; then took the Demonic Shadow inside of me and absorbed it. Apparently I blessed and cleansed it first that way; because I’m still a good-hearted person. In the following mornings for about two days 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 when I was about 12 or 13, 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 childhood bedroom 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. My great uncle died of a rare brain disease, but he was a brilliant genius. He worked on above top secret projects, and lived in San Francisco, California for most of his life 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 were 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 motorcycle 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 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 it off to 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.

Sometime during 2008 or 2009, I was living in Monrovia, California when it was evening and dark out and I was talking to a friend outside the complex of townhouses on Royal Oaks Dr. For some odd reason I decided to gaze up at the sky toward where these big lights from an event were coming from. When I looked up, I saw a huge pair of glowing eyes in the sky that were looking around, and it had a glowing green looking auorora of half of a face, just the forehead, eyes, and bridge of the nose. I stared at it for a good 8 to 10 seconds, then it like, moved its head backwards into the sky and disppeared with an aurora effect. I thought I was hallucinating and didn’t say anything to my friend at the time. But two days later I was talking to that same friend again. I told him what I saw in the sky the other day, and asked him if he saw it too. He told me he saw the same thing.

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 recall after I got out of there, the psoriasis that was all over my back for many years, cleared up completely and never returned on my back or most of my body, except for partly on my lower legs that I keep under control. 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! The food I was fed looked like leftover bad slop from the kitchen, and I had ate part of it because I was hungry. 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 ground. 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 greater staff on the ground, and the whirlwind would fall, leaves, clutter, and all. I was in a parking lot in Glendora, California 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. My best friend of 14 years at the time, Jose Haro, witnessed this. The area of the Glendale Memorial Hospital I was in has changed since 2015, it used to be in a small area on the second floor, now there’s a bigger area as of late 2024 when I had to go back there voluntarily.

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, at my new address. The envelope had The AEGIS Alliance on it, but the letter only had my name. 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.