Crow, the first black quarterback to play for Ohio State, is an associate pastor, now, but was also ( in those days ) a good con man with a fiery spirit, but humble. Crow, who, when we last kicked it with each other, was calling me big brother. And then, there's my main road dog, and I mean literary, in all the hot clubs in black Dallas, Harold Ray "Duck" Wheeler, who was a roommate of Michael Cooper at the University of New Mexico Lobos, > Those up in the game of basketball know, that, Michael Coopper is a former L.A. Lakers Guard, who, when they came to dallas, and played the Mavericks, use to invite Duck" to the games, and he would end up showing Michael, and other teammates, what black "cool" Dallas, was all about.
In 1988, a man by the name of Shmuel Hezi, a.k.a., Samuel Hezi, Sam Hezi, and Sunny Hays, a songwriter, guitarist, and a performing lead vocalist for the group "Steel Forest," out of Armsterdam, was introduced to me by my white friend, Loel Drey, whom I didn't know was Jewish, and a bio-chemist, until Sam told me the night Loel brought him to my mother's home.
Sam, from Rehoboth, Israel, had the #2 song in Israel, in 1983, titled, "Ruby, Give Me One More Chance," and had tried to land a recording deal with 21st Century Records, in New York City, before coming to Dallas. The photo is actually a very rare DJ copy of his first album, titled, " First Confessions," that Sam left with me before going back to Israel, in 1988.
My brother, Sam, a little man with a very cool walk, and who explained to me what the word "EVERGREEN" meant throughout the industry among the wise men, was with me everyday, playing and singing songs for my mother, and I, in Hebrew, and Yiddish, and Sam also loved some Bob Marley, and played very good raggae, while also sharing things with me about the treatment of his olive skinned people, in Israel, who are related to the black Jewish Royal Family ( daughter of Zion ) that I will tell you about in my "Understanding End Time Prophecies," blogs, if you read them?
Sam always told my mother that she had features like, and reminded him of some black Yemen Jews. He always told me, "Stanley. Black people are our closest relatives." There's no question in my mind, now, that Sam was a prophet sent to me by GOD, because, on the night we met he advised me to write poetry ( I had never written a poem in my life ) and said if I did, I would become a great poet. Well, the proof is in the pudding, and I was, on May 19th, 1997, elected into the International Poetry Hall of Fame, and, in 1999, I was voted " One of the Best Poets of the 20th Century " by the International Library of Poetry. The National, and International Library of Poetry has a terrible reputation that should noway reflect on my contributions to the genre. Have you visited my poetry gifts website ( http://www.cafepress.com/theusa ) where I offer over 500 of my very own copyrighted products?
Sam asked me to seek the knowledge of his Brother ( that's what Sam rightfully called Him ), Jesus' kingdom, in my Bible. Many times he said of me to be a man who thought of everything. But I was in the Spirit then, and it wasn't me.
Sam loved to see me get angry, though, I'm a very sensitive, perceptive, opinionated, but compassionate man. Sam asked me to represent him ( as his agent ) in America the first night we met, and after reading my handwritten manuscript, Sam said to me, " Stanley. You can sell ice to an Eskimo ".
I grew up with con men like Dwight, Clifford, Comell, and the baby boy, Perry Johnson, who was the "first kid" to be trialed as an adult in the State of Texas, in 1972, when my partner in crime - whom I tried hard to talk him out of it - killed a police officer. Perry has always stated that, the officer, who didn't call for backup, was going to kill him, and he had to make a play for the officer's gun.
Some people would also be surprised to know that one of my other best friend is Rodrick " Crow" Gerald, former starting QB for the 1975 Ohio State Buckeyes. You already know about the Two Times Heisman Trophy Winning Running Back Archie Griffin who also attended Ohio State.
I am a man who can recognize game. My IQ, and I can provide copies of the results, is 120, so I'm not stupid. And I can read with comprehension, and our Father is telling me the same story he told you, and, the same one that all the false prophets are translating to you guys, but few have the gift of understanding. Our IQ, obviously, has nothing to do with that. Now getting back to Samuel, my prophet.
Always advising me to be clever, Sam made me feel like a king while around me, every day, and always told me that I was the smartest black man he'd ever met. I even authored a record distribution program for his songs, titled, Sam Hezi's Lucky Numbers Records, which I dedicated an entire chapter in my manuscript to it. My handwritten manuscript, titled, Visions of Business, was stolen out of the Dallas Historical Society's Library Archives. Gaylon Palotti was the Curator in the Library Archives Division, in 1997, and 98, when I made another donation to young Gaylon.
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