Jazzy & Robo

JAZZY & ROBO 2

Jazzy was excited about the helicopter trips and the private tour of the zoo.

SHE told me, "She hadn't seen any of the local animals, but dogs, cats, and now horses, cattle, and a few farm animals." When I asked, "What she meant by local?"

SHE answered, "I misspoke. Sorry."

I was confused because SHE always known what SHE was saying and doing from when I met her.

On the very early morning flight, before dawn, she had me be her personal tour guide. She asked me in-depth questions about the sights we were passing. I had to get clarification a couple of times.

We landed on the helipad inside the zoo.

When the zoo guide introduced herself, Jazzy requested that she follow us, unless we needed more information, about the unclear sights.

Then Jazzy asked, "If we could buy 4 DVD copies of the 4-hour documentary about the zoo?" The guide said, "Sure, no problem."

When I asked how much time was scheduled for our tour and later activities.

One of our two guards asked how many different enclosures there were to see. When they told him how many, he suggested he could set up a timed stopwatch with an alarm function, which we could restart at each enclosure when we wanted to move early or later.

Mostly, Jazzy wanted a few simple facts about each group of animals, which the guide answered for us whenever I was confused.

After revisiting her favorite animals, we finished our enclosures tour with about 10 minutes left.

The guide asked us what our four favorite enclosures were as we finished.

After a short break of drinks and lunch plates, we were invited by a zoo official to go behind the scenes with the keepers, to see 3 of our favorite animals up-close and personal, and perhaps even get the chance to feed or touch them.

We excitedly said yes.

When asked again what we wanted to see, Jazzy and I quietly talked about it and came up with elephants, penguins, and reptiles. Talking on a walky-talky, the zoo official got approval.

One of the keepers with Elephants on her shirt came to collect us. We toured the inside of their enclosure for the next hour, petted, fed, and rode them.

Then, we went to the Penguin's enclosure and tanks.

We walked among the different types of them with one Emperor following us, and it once walked up and rubbed against Jazzy's leg.

When we went downstairs and watched them swim, dive, and be fed, Jazzy clapped excitedly with an apparition.

We moved, I reluctantly, to the Reptile House, where Jazzy asked to hold a snake and a lizard-like creature. On the back of the enclosures were pictures with species names, the personal names of the dwellers, and feeding dates and diets.

She picked out a Brazilian Rainbow Boa named Encantadora. I thought she was six 3/4 feet long and about 8 1/2 pounds.

When she was placed over Jazzy's shoulders, the snake moved around until she was looking directly into Jazzy's eyes and not moving except for her rapidly flicking tongue.

After a minute, SHE said, "Encantadora was well-named, and she was very happy here, but with her having babies, she needed more food, more often.

The enclosure handlers were amazed at her actions and words because they had just figured out yesterday she was carrying a lot of snakelets for a boa, maybe 30.

SHE said Encantadora and the other snakes would like another tree in the enclosure, even by the glass, which would give the snakes a better life in their home.

One of the handlers said she could get her a mouse when they left, but SHE asked to feed her.

SHE laid Encantadora on a lower branch of a tree and placed a mouse in front of her after it was handed to her. Encantadora daintily enclosed the mouse in her mouth and swallowed it. Then, she rose as it moved down inside her body, flicked her tongue slowly at Jazzy, and then lowered herself and seemed to go to sleep. Jazzy motioned for us to leave.

As soon as we left the enclosure, Jazzy begged them to send me e-mails with pictures and videos of what happened to Encantadora and her family.

Jazzy then asked to meet a Frilled Dragon called Ahab from the wall of pictures.

He was about 24 inches tall and about 1 pound. When we entered the dragon's enclosure, all five lizards looked at us. Ahab came to Jazzy when she called him.

Again, his keepers were amazed because the dragons were standoffish by nature.

He climbed up the sleeve Jazzy had put on at the keeper's insistence.

They watched each other for a few minutes until Jazzy asked for five crickets, dusted heavily with calcium. They handed her a plate with the crickets, and she moved to the center, and the lizards moved around her.

When she put the plate on the floor, their tongues flicked out, captured, and ate them.

Then they put on a show of inflating each of their frills and slowly turned to display their colorful frill and bodies. The keepers filmed everything that happened at the closure and promised copies to us.

As we left, the keepers were excitedly talking about everything they had seen with Jazzy, Robo, and animals throughout the zoo.

As we took off, we were reminded that we had two rodeo events to attend tonight: Barrel Racing and Bareback Bronco Riding.

I told Jazzy again about my cousin Monica, nick-named Mica, Lopez, who was riding in the World semi-final barrel racing tonight.

I told her that Mica's family lived just down the road from us in Belen, and all got to see her training when she was home, but we had never seen her ride in a competition.

We napped most of the way back to the RCT ranch, and when we got there, we ate from a Chuck Wagon by a campfire set up a short walk from the ranch house in a semi-permanent location.

The food was great, with a few new dishes for my family, which the Corbins said were from their homeland.

After supper, we raced to get baths and dressed up for the Rodeo. We left the ranch in a 3-car caravan in the middle in a 14-seat ranch van with our families, two guards, and the Thompsons.

When we got to the arena, we pulled into a private controlled entrance, and we were escorted to a set of box seats with the RCT ranch logo in front of them.

The Thompsons said that having box seats brought them many visitors and always allowed them to see the best shows.

Barrel racing was the first event after the Parade of celebrities, contestants, and honored people started the Rodeo.

Everyone loved watching the racers round the barrels and seeing their times and points. Jazzy's family and the Thompsons laughed as one of the racers knocked over a barrel.

We all looked at them questioningly. Jazzy whispered in my ear, "When Jacob knocked over that barrel, he whinnied, "Dammit!".

I stared at her and her family. Her Dad just shrugged.

Over the next hour, we watched all the riders and their horses race around the cloverleaf.

Then, they all left the arena, and a portable stage was driven to the center.

Four riders and their mounts were called to return and go around the stage.

They stationed themselves on each of the four sides of the stage.

In turn, they were awarded the winning sashes of their place in the

Semi-finals. Mica came in 3rd, and we all cheered her.

After the 4th place team presented her sash, they started leaving. Mica Lopez was called back to the stage.

The presenter said, "Mica, you might have placed 3rd in the semi-finals here tonight, but with this win, you are the Number 1 Female New Mexico Barrel Racer for 2015 by points, and no one can beat you in the next rodeos for New Mexican riders.

So here are your New Mexico Barrel Racer Champion 2015 sash and your tiara for your hat.

Crying, she fixed the tiara on her hat and put on the sash.

They then took a slow ride around the arena to the cheers of everyone.

When they got in front of our box, they turned towards us.

Felipe did a horse curtsy, and Mica took off her hat and waved at us as we stood clapping.

After a short intermission, Bareback Bronco Riding started.

Jazzy hated it when she saw the spurring of the horses. Even after she was told the riders were wearing balled spurs instead of regular pointed types. But it didn't help her accept it.

Instead of watching it, we, with a guard, walked away from the sight of the riders. Jazzy was still very upset as we stood outside the corral, holding hands and watching the horses.

One of the horses looked up at us, and we both could hear his thoughts: "That poor girl is upset at the balled spurs the riders wear.

When we are trying to throw them off, cause them to grab the handle to disqualify themselves or rub them off on the fences, gates, or whatever is available.

We are the ones you should be upset with, not the riders, for all the damage we do. We choose to become "Bronco Bucking Horses." No one can make us into one."

Seeing my confusion, Jazzy told me, "She and her parents will explain everything later tonight.

Please don't get upset. Let's see the rest of the Bronco Riding."

Jazzy enjoyed the rest of the rides when we returned, but I knew she was cheering for the horses.

On the way back to the ranch, everyone talked about their great day. I sat confused at what I found out about Jazzy and her family.

We all sat in Richard's office in a small circle when we got to the ranch house.

Mrs. Corbin started the conversation with," Robo, we know you are confused about what happened tonight, and I'll explain it all to you now.

Before I start, have your family ever watched the "Doctor Doolittle" movie?"

When we nodded, she smiled and continued. "The person in that story is a member of our family, and what he does is genuine."

"Your family can do that also but will need a little help. We wondered how soon you and Jazzy would find this out for yourselves, as close as you are.

You can do it now, by touching, but we think you can do it yourself.

We think it's funny a horse showed you the first time and not one of all the animals you saw today.

Do you understand? "

I said, "I think so, but I need more info."

"In the morning, over a late breakfast, we will answer all of your questions we can. OK?" she stated kindly. We all agreed and said good night.

When I went upstairs to bed, expecting to be awake half of the night, I was instantly asleep when I got into bed.

The next thing I heard was the brassy bell rang again, and I heard, "Wake up, you slackers! It is 8 o'clock, and breakfast will be ready in 30 minutes."

I rushed to get dressed, and as I left my bedroom, everyone else was ready to go, too.

We were seated eating our Western breakfasts, and as we finished eating, we heard a small plane land. A few minutes later, a well-dressed lady walked in.

She introduced herself as "Dr. Nancy Redsky and was here to give the Boones a blood test for latent chromosome sets if allowed."

We agreed.

All she had to do was prick our fingers, just like a person with diabetes did their blood sugar testing as often as needed daily.

Then, she would put the mini drop of blood on a test strip and have the results in a few minutes."

We agreed again, and she did the tests. She put the blood drops on cards with our names and information and placed each one in front of our places.

Each of the cards displayed a yellow stripe of about 85%. My Dad had an extra green stripe at about 40%, and my Mom had an extra purple stripe at about 50%, but each of my green and purple stripes was at 97%. Everyone gasped at the stripes on my card. Dr. Redsky stated emphatically, "She had never seen that high of a rating."

Jazzy asked to be tested, too. Her father said it was OK. Jazzy's test matched mine, but she had a blue stripe running along half of her yellow stripe.

Dr. Redsky said, "The blue stripe denotes an even stronger level."

As she asked to call her, Nancy said, "Certain members of the human race had latten chromosomes, and others, like the Corbin's, were activated at birth.

These chromosomes have many uses. The ability to communicate with all living creatures, except insects and lower-end marine animals, is part of this.

When you hear people having hunches and feelings, this is also part of these latten chromosomes."

Excited, I said, "Mom and Dad, you are always talking about having these and following them." They both nodded after looking at each other.

Richard spoke up and said, "When I met Cindy 35 years ago, I had latten chromosomes, but after we were together, she explained why she could see/feel things that I couldn't and that I could if they were activated.

After a long time thinking, about 30 seconds, I asked to have them activated.

Nancy's grandfather came a couple of days later, tested me, and then put a drop of something under my tongue."

While waiting to see if it worked, he explained how to block all or part of the input I would be getting.

"Within half an hour, I was getting all kinds of input. The first thing I heard was a bird bragging about the worm he caught, followed by a calf thinking about the great breakfast his Mom had had for him.

Over the top of them was Cindy telling me she loved me directly to my brain."

"Since then, we have used this blessing to build our ranch and help people we encountered, and our children have been active since birth," he added.

Nancy said, "Since these drops were invented over 200 years ago, there have been no side effects, and I don't know how many thousands of people have used them."

Dad asked them to give us a little time to talk on the porch.

Dad asked about my experience last night when we got there and were seated.

"I thought it was strange for a while, but I quickly remembered all the times we'd gotten "Messages" that we acted on and found we were right to follow them.

I decided this was another part of being with Jazzy and her family from now on."

We all talked about, "We've had the learning disks for quite a while, with the only problem being that we know stuff that most people don't.

"I want to take the medicine, but I will ask if people we think could need the meds too. Could they be tested and get them?"

We all agreed that we wanted this: "After getting answers to our questions about other people being tested and receiving the medicine. We would receive the meds if they were positively answered."

Going back in and getting our questions answered positively, we were taught about partially or completely blocking input that we would be having after the activation started.

Also, total blocking of families and close friends was strongly recommended for everyday living with them. This did not include our mates.

Richard had put everyone on leave but two guards for the rest of the day to limit the outside inputs.

While seated on a couch, Nancy placed a drop under our tongues. We sat wondering what would happen, but it was almost anticlimactic. It started like a very low, slightly off-channel radio station, which became clearer over a few minutes as it increased in volume.

My first conversations were with Mom and Dad reaching out to me, followed quickly by Jazzy. We had what I thought was a private conversation until we saw everyone grinning happily.

The rest of the day was enlightening for all of us, hearing and seeing things we were deaf and dumb to before. Small and large things, like why their cat climbed up in our laps for her required daily cuddles, purring as she lay there.

When we walked outside, they heard a yearling foal running, bucking, and whinnying happily in the corral.

Before bedtime, we had a training session on shutting off the input to a very fine level, being reminded that we couldn't and shouldn't shut off all input for safety alerts from our surroundings.

The next morning, we had classes on how to block nasty-minded people so they wouldn't drive us crazy but could still have a protection alert for them.

How to avoid other people learning about our "Special" insights.

Cindy told us everyone at the ranch and our guards had fully active chromosomes.

Over the short time, they had left, along with sightseeing, horseback riding, and practicing all parts of their new abilities to the fullest, plus having lots of fun together.

On the flight back to New Mexico, we all wanted to spend more time together, so Mom arranged for the Corbin's to stay across the street from their too-small house to have extra bedrooms.

They offered to pay their Tía Abuela (great aunt) Carmen for their stay, but she said it sounded like they'd be family very soon, making Jazzy and I blush profusely.

The Boones tried to see the extent of their ability to connect over distances; they all could interact from Peralta to about 3 miles, but after that, only Robo could reach further.

When his father went to Truth or Consequences, I was able to easily contact him after three months with a question after he wouldn't answer his phone. The distance was about 130 miles. His Dad called up almost instantly, saying, "He had dropped his phone, and it had broken, so he borrowed one from a friend to return his "call."

Over the next year, the Corinis had to return home three times from a week to almost a month of long visits. After practice, Jazzy and I could talk to each other from anywhere for a very short time, but it greatly tired us.

While they were gone one time, I took a requested Mensa test, which I passed.

After Jazzy and her family returned from the extended visit, they had a "Family" meeting with my family and me. They proposed that Jazzy and I attend a 6-week-long Mensa camp near the Sawtooth National Recreation Area, Idaho, in six months.

It is a private camp that only Mensa campers, guides, staff, and outriders.

When asked what the "outriders" were? They were guards to protect everyone in the camp because the campers and staff were from prominent families worldwide. The camp was limited to 200 campers in 4 age brackets housed in 4 "Jack & Jill" coed cabins.

They also requested that Jazzy and I attend Albuquerque Mensa School together. Their education program was excellent.

We would be tested without any of our "Extra" enhancements. They explained that there were no chips and none of our chromosome enhancements would be activated to show what we truly knew.

We would be non-intrusively guarded along with all the other students and teachers at all times.

You both will be awarded for the classes you tested out of, and if there are any college classes you passed, you will also be awarded them by UNM (University of New Mexico). All costs will be paid for this school and UNM through donations.

Friends will drive you back and forth daily, about 25 miles each way.

In the interim, Jazzy and I went through rapid teenage growth and muscular definition.

Jazzy grew to 5 feet 8 inches beauty, and I grew to 6 feet 1 inch tall young man.

Jazzy also filled out into a very athletic feminine body while I bulked out from daily exercises that were more fun for us than a required routine.

Our families told us to limit our "Special Functions" while attending the camp.

For the camp, we filled out questionnaires about our interests and wants two weeks before the camp.

We were handed our proposed schedules for the first two weeks of studies when we arrived.

Each day was different, with regimented classes intermixed with outside activities, i.e., horseback riding, water & land sports, and physical activities.

Most days, Jazzy and I spent about 70% of our time together doing different activities.

At night, Jazzy would crawl across the open space between our beds, bringing her extra blanket, and lay on top of my covers. She was covered by this blanket while touching my bare shoulder. We would quickly fall into a deep sleep until their watch's 2-minute warning alarm light would flash. Jazzy would kiss me and scamper back to her bed.