Redesigning Destiny

By Jupiter Rueda de Leon

They say death, divorce and relocating are the 3 most stressful life events that a person can go through. Aeileon, an Ex-Convict/ Drug Dealer/ Hip Hop Recording Artist went through all of these experiences within a years time. This brief biography details the thinking that it took for one man to wake up & find salvation in Jesus Christ.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Free Age Music, llc
• Release date: Feb 11, 2022
• ISBN: 9798215368572

Jupiter Rueda de Leon

Jupiter Rueda de Leon was born in Miami, Florida & raised in Columbus, Ohio. His mother's side of the family comes from the Honduras and Guetemala regions and his father's side of the family comes from Chiapas, Mexico. Jupiter is also a Christian Recording Artist/ Author who got his start in the entertainment industry creating Hip Hop music under the stage name "Aeileon". He was always recording music, but did gain a little bit of notoriety when Bizzy Bone of the Grammy Award Hip Hop Group " Bone Thugs n Harmony featured him on the album "Trials and Tribulations" released under Koch Records and Real Talk Entertainment in 2007. He also recorded verses on songs featuring the following artists: King Josiah & Prince Rasu of 7th Sign Regime, Mopreme Shakur, Tha Realist, DJ King Assassin, Jae Millz.. Jupiter also worked in the following movies: Swat 2 directed by Benny Boom, Parker Starring Jason Statham & Jennifer Lopez, Directed by Taylor Hackford, Gotti starring John Travolta, Directed by Kevin Connolly, Donnybrook Starring Jamie Bell & Frank Grillo, Directed by Tim Sutton, Hillbilly Elegy Starring Glenn Close, Directed Ron Howard, Surviving Compton Starring Jamie Kennedy and Michel'le, Directed by Janice Cook, Aidan 5 Directed by John Jackson & Ben Bays, Final Witness Directed by Cruz Angeles.. Jupiter has also worked with local multimedia companies in Columbus, Ohio to produce video content for local businesses and even a Safe Auto Commercial entitled the "The Line Up" .

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Redesigning Destiny

The Narrow Path

Jupiter Rueda de Leon

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Free Age Music, llc

Copyright © 2020 by Jupiter Rueda de Leon

All rights reserved.

No portion of this book may be reproduced in any form without written permission from the publisher or author, except as permitted by U.S. copyright law.

Contents

1. And So It Begins

2. Turbulence

3. Designing the Blueprint

4. Learning to Listen

5. Mental Real Estate

6. Why Me?

7. Even Energy Exchange

8. The Red Sea Moment

9. Spiritual Warfare

10. Borrowed Time

11. Your Future

12. Immortality

13. The Next Chapter

14. Au Revoir

15. Final Thoughts

About the Author

Bibliography

Chapter 1

And So It Begins

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After a lifetime of soul-searching and seeking the truth on why we all exist, I had to take time to block out distractions and focus on God. There was a time I was confused about the correct spiritual path to take. I studied Buddhism, Catholicism, Hinduism, Islam, New Ageism, the Occult, and Scientology. I always knew about Jesus, but I didn’t have a real relationship with him. Since I didn’t know God, the devil could have his way with me. Weirdly, people believe in Angels and Heaven but never seem to entertain the idea of demons and hell. I was one of those individuals, but it just all started to click at some point. It became apparent that nothing in the entertainment industry was positive or encouraging. It all seemed to be negative. I was conscious that video games were all about violence, death, and killing. All the movies had the same agenda promoting fornication, homosexuality, transhumanism, and more. I remember thinking that this can’t be life, this can’t be real. I needed to find the source of purity, righteousness, and truth and completely immerse myself in it. I needed to be cleansed of this filth and created anew. I needed to Redesign my Destiny.

I never met my birth mother because my parents split up before I could walk or talk. In the ’80s, my father moved from Miami, Florida, to Zanesville, Ohio, and my mother became a mystery. My life's beginnings were a blur, and I don’t remember much, except that I was bounced around from house to house to be babysat by different people. I thought I was an only child until one day when I was about four years old; my father had a 6-year-old girl with him. He said she was my sister. She didn’t speak English at that time. My father was an immigrant from Chiapas, Mexico, and met my mother in Mexico City. They were both runaways. My father ran away because of a bad relationship with his stepmother, and my mother said she ran away because her mother’s boyfriend was molesting her.

(The photo below is of my father and mother in Miami, Florida)

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My parents met on a bus, fell in love, and nine months later, a baby girl was born. Upon this discovery, my grandmother wanted my mother to return home and end the relationship with my father. However, my father objected to that idea. They were parents now, and at some point, they got married in Mexico. I do not know whether it was before my mother’s pregnancy or after. What I do know is that my parents separated after the birth of my sister. My mother and father reconnected in Miami, Florida, a year or so later. My father told me he got my mother’s location from letters she was mailing him. So, he decided to leave Mexico and surprise her right around her birthday.

My father’s unexpected visit upset my grandmother on my mother’s side, who, at this point, grew a strong disliking towards him. My father didn’t care; he loved my mother, they were married, and they had a daughter. It didn’t take long for my mother to become pregnant again, this time with me. Once my grandmother found out my mother was pregnant, she demanded an abortion. Ironically, by a strange turn of events, when my grandmother took my mother to the hospital to inquire about my abortion, my grandmother discovered she was also pregnant. What are the odds?

My grandmother and my mother were both pregnant at the same time! The double pregnancy put a halt to my grandmother's pressure on my mother. She couldn’t necessarily pressure my mother to abort me when she was pregnant with a boy. Even at this time before my birth, I could see the Lord working in my life. My father also told me he remembered hearing in his mind not to let my mother go through with the abortion. He told me he thought God was talking to him, which is fantastic now that I think about it.

(The photo below is of my sister and I before the separation)

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I can only imagine my grandmother's thoughts knowing life was growing in her womb at the same time as my mother. My father said that my grandmother still wanted the abortion to happen but canceled on the appointment day. From what I remember my father telling me, my grandmother was into a lot of dark stuff. One day my father unsuspectingly walked in on her and caught her in the middle of a satanic ritual. He saw her burning a cross of Jesus upside down and letting it drip unto a small makeshift fire. He told me he didn’t know what type of ritual it was, whether Santeria, Witchcraft, Black Magic, or Voodoo, but he knew it was evil. He told me he always felt she was putting curses and spells on him. My father also told me that my grandmother wanted my mother to work at a local bar that drug lords trafficked in.

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(The above photo is of my mother working at a bar in South Miami, Florida, during that time.)

My father was in a fight for my mother's attention, and my grandmother won. It wasn’t long before my parents split up. My father attributed it to the curses my grandmother put on him. He kept me, and my mother kept my sister.

(Below is a photo of me when I was around two years old in Zanesville, Ohio)

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My earliest memories are of being in Zanesville, Ohio, around my father’s new girlfriend, Roxanne, who didn’t always speak positively about him behind his back. She vocalized her opinions of being stuck watching me as well. Roxanne was young at the time, so I would never hold that against her. I learned to love her like a mother, even though I knew she wasn’t. Ever since I could remember, I felt as if I was a burden to my dad’s girlfriends and even him at times. My aunt Martha told me that my mother would see little boys in Miami, think of me, and wonder how I was doing. It hurt her to not have me, but what tortured her even more was seeing my grandmother with a son the same age as me.

(The photo below is my grandmother Estella, her son Willie and my mother.)

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To my recollection, when my father took my sister, he didn’t regain custody legally. My dad was an immigrant in the U.S., and word got back to him from Mexico that my sister was alone in a hotel. One day my dad said my uncles found her, phoned him, and came to her rescue. My father took the first flight back to Mexico to get my sister. I am assuming my social security number came in handy for that trip. I can only imagine the loneliness and pain my father felt detached from his life in Mexico. He made this all in the pursuit of love, the love of his wife, and starting his new family. He also didn’t speak English and dealt with a lot of racism and prejudice from Americans. My father was alone in America with two children and no support system or financial assistance. His girlfriend in Zanesville, Ohio, didn’t work out, but he did end up having a son with her; his name was Chaz.

(In the image below from left to right, Michelle, Jupiter & Chaz)

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My father decided to move to Columbus, Ohio, not knowing what to do. He knew if he were to survive and provide for his children, he needed to be in a bigger city and get more work. When my father met my mother, he was an artist and drew caricature drawings for tourists in Acapulco and other high-traffic areas in Mexico. When he moved to Florida, he began to work for the sign company Mid-America.

When my father moved to Zanesville, he tried to do local work by himself but would ultimately frequent Miami for contract jobs. He knew he wanted to go into business for himself, but he had obstacles. Learning English was just one of them. Another obstacle was citizenship. My father used my social for bills, rent, utilities, a driver’s license, etc. I understand now that it was all about survival, but back then I played the victim.

It brings tears to my eyes to think of how mean I was towards my father when I constantly threw that in his face. I would lash out at him in anger that he took my identity. Now that I’m older, I finally understand. You don’t see things like that when you're just a teenager. I know now that I wouldn’t even be where I am today if it wasn’t for my father doing what he did. He didn’t come here by his own volition; it was all just a random chain of events. He was doing the best he knew how to do without knowing anything about the American culture or way of life.

He didn’t grow up with any council, guidance, or discipline. He winged it, and the Lord was with him the whole time. Even near the end of my father’s life, I could still see that childlike innocence in him. It was the most heartbreaking thing that I have ever witnessed to watch him die from Brain Cancer. It kills me to this day to think of it, and I usually don’t. I must be strong, is what I tell myself. I need to block out distractions. I must keep moving forward. There is no one here to hold my hand. There is no one here to help me except the Lord. For the most part, when we are younger, we are so encapsulated by our immediate surroundings. That we don’t factor in all the exterior things at play. When were hungry, we just expect to go to the kitchen and eat, we don’t fully understand everything it takes to get that food in cupboards and fridge.

We all kind of grow up in a bubble and eventually step out of our comfort zones. It is a process to conceptualize life and what is going on in its entirety. I am still doing that now. We are always in go-mode, juggling all the different things life throws at us. I am now at a point where I genuinely love humanity. I don’t have enemies or foes in the physical sense anymore. Sure, we don’t see eye to eye on everything, but I will never hold a grudge, bitterness, or anger towards anyone anymore. The real enemy is Satan and his kingdom of evil.

After Roxanne and my father broke up, he took me and sister and moved to Columbus, Ohio. Once we were moved in, my dad had to work a lot. He would often go door-to-door in our apartment complex and ask people if they could babysit us for a few weeks, a few months, etc. The looks on their faces were ones of shock and disbelief. My sister and I were mistreated by these strangers, not constantly, but it did occur. The people who would babysit us would always take my sister over me. It was always more challenging for my dad to find someone to watch me. Now I see why.

One time my sister and I were finally together, and the minute my father dropped us off, the babysitters ran after us—the woman after me and her boyfriend after my sister. The man chased my sister into a room and went after her under the bed. His girlfriend chased me into a closet. I just remember that I thought it was a game at first, but then I realized I didn’t like her cold pointy fingers touching me. There was a loud knock at the door. They ran to see who it was, and it was my father. He told them he wanted us back, and they tried to stall him, but when we got to the door, both of our clothes were all misplaced and wrinkled up. My dad knew. He knew what happened, but he never said anything to me or my sister. I don’t even think he asked for his money back.

Our childhood wasn’t the greatest. My sister and I both took it all out on our father. He never heard the end of our complaints. Now that I think about it, I’m almost sure my father had many moments where he cried about his life to the Lord. I know I always caught my dad talking to God and would ask him, Dad, who are you talking to?, he would just look at me say, I’m just talking to myself, sorry. My father always seemed to be lost in his thoughts. He was always worried about money and other things. I would see him rehearse what he would say to his customers who owed him money. For years my father would make signs for businesses without any upfront cash, only to get stiffed in the end. It would make him so upset, which would make me upset.