THE FIRST DAY OF TOMORROW.

 We the people must never forgive or forget the way we have been deceived by the Democratic party/ and the Republican Party. That distrust of the citizenry started within the Republican Party. No different than a man can become a woman and conceive, can a Republican become a Democrat to forgive itself? The lying and abuse by secrecy of those who think they are better than most is wrong and very misleading. The Public Unity Party is the new way to become whole once again as a nation and world leader. Secrecy is the death sentence to creation. Vote no contest for both parties. Donnie Harold Harris, Public Unity Party of America. Public Unity is a foundation of coexistence and subtlety. The public party of Indiana is a political party. "I," Donnie Harold Harris, started to cause change because of pain inflicted by hate. Hate can be any law passed to control the crowd. Thank you for allowing me to tell you who I am. My story starts a little unusually. I have perfect recall. Kind of like the perfect pitch is in music. This is only possible because of the connection between the stomach and the brain, where emotional memories are stored. Our first brain. I remember everything emotionally. Allowing me never to have to remember anything as it happens. Things stick to me. I am sure the social workers have other causes. For now, I go with what has worked for me so far. Here we go. You are the first to hear my story. I was born on 8/1/1953 @6:33 AM on a Saturday morning. My mother, a teenager, was a 19-year-old named Mary. I was her 7th child. She turned 20 the next day. I am an Identical twin. I was born 3 minutes after my brother, who disappeared before I was born 3 minutes later, @6:33 AM. August 1st, 1953.     My Mom told me, the last time I talked to her before she passed away, that she had to yell at the Delivery team several times, during those three minutes, to get them to her side because something was wrong. They had become overwhelmed, saving my twins' lives. I was very healthy; he was a sick baby born with Twin To Twin Transfusion Syndrome. Need a blood transfusion and an incubator for six months. My survival rate was 10%. His was 1%. We were not supposed to make it. Yet we did. I have visions of three souls traveling down to occupy the two bodies. Not sure who or what happened to the third middle soul. I was stopped for a last-minute briefing by a Higher being, who was my guardian god, when the middle or third soul shot past me. The first is known this lifetime as Lonnie Darrel Harris, who has been my twin companion for eight other lives over the last 9200 years. This is our ninth and final one, per an old agreement. We have been twins any of those times. After several months of wondering what I had done to him, I was finally reunited and went on to this new life. At about 12 months. My male 14-year-old cousin, a repeating baby sister, had molested me. My Mom wondered why a teenage boy would hound her to babysit, so she watched him to no avail. I recall there were two babies on the bed when he Molested me. I could not roll over on my own. What happened to me was also sad. I have been circumcised against my knowing approval. I carry those scars to this day. By the time I finished 8th grade at 15 with 10 years of schooling/2nd grade twice, I would attend 21-grade schools more than once. Live in the guardians' home 5 or 6 times, up to 2 years. The last time we turned twelve was in the Marion County children's home. Donnie Harold Harris and Lonnie Darrel Harris would live in over 100 houses. Meeting 10,000 other kids. My friends and 100 or so teachers. I am not a Republican but an Ex-Democrat. I have united these two into a Unity. One that is the most numerous for any given thing. I believe our rights start at birth with our first breath. Government is a privilege, not a right. At all costs, the babies and children are at the most risk at this writing. Now, a new form of molestation has become the norm with reconstruction surgery, mind stripping, and implanting new identities. The children are the new target of those trying to control our future. We are the citizenry and permanent residents of the planet, not anything made up in our minds. The government is temporary. Our right to single citizenship is a greater freedom for humanity. I do not believe in the slipping costs of a child or the slipping of religion or the spitting of citizenship. Be it a city-state, a country, or the whole world. Can you help us all to secure a future for our children? Hello, welcome home. It is I who shall point out one way we may go. I am Donnie Harold Harris, sent by a God I know as Dad, who might help our transition to our home planet's bouncy future. On a sunny Saturday morning, Donnie Harold Harris was born on 08/01/1953 at 6:33 AM. As an Identical twin, Lonnie Darrel Harris was born @6:30 AMM. He was very sick, only making it with the help of an African American lady who gave him a transfusion. Born at the new specialty hospital for Women Called The Colman Hospital at the latter campus of Indiana University Purdue University Indianapolis. The training Doctors of Doctors are the best there are at that time. Thus saving his life. And possibly mine. I, Donnie Harold Harris, was born the seventh child of a teenage mother named Mary. I have met Gods and Demons on this and other planes of existence. I was purposely sent here on a mission by My Dad, a God. I was raised in Hell and nurtured by genius. I have waited for the right time to express myself. I went to 21 grade schools, 1 junior high, 2 High Schools, and 4 universities. I was drilled straight by the wonders of the U.S. Army Drill Sargent's care. I would experience torture and beatings, and piss-boarding. I had to endure turpentine poured into my asshole. I lived the hate of the poor American child firsthand. I was Raped and assaulted nine times before I was sixteen. The three that stand out in my gut are rape by two different cousins as a baby. Buddy Huddleston and Ronnie Harris. Both dead as younger men. A Rape by a Catholic Priest, at nine years old, changed my life's course to this day. I had only attended church once, close to the general hospital where I believed I was born. By 18, I would have been sexually used by 20 to 25 Catholic priests. Including the one that would later marry me, my Catholic wife. Father Morley, who introduced (trafficked) me to his brother Bud Morley. One Priest took my twin andme to Ca. Stopping along the way to pimp us out for cash. Worst yet, I was captured and forced raped by a military soldier at 15 in the summer of 69. After turning him in to the local police, who betrayed my childish belief that the police protected children, I was put to the test. The rapist soldier threatened to murder my whole family with a hunting knife if I did not drop the charges. I told the sheriff about this recent confrontation and had my case handled. So I dropped the charges as if I did not matter. Stating he was out of jail on bond, awaiting trial for a like charge at another Army base. They did as the catholic church moved the rapist around to different locations. After the Priest rape, I would be led down a road of Sexuality unknown to most people. I was passed around to several Catholic priests and other clergy, up to about 20 locals, and trafficked to Hollywood for more. Where every John was a movie producer or film director. I became convinced this was my calling until a Loud booming voice changed my direction on Hollywood Boulevard. In the summer of 1969, the most famous movie star, Rock Hudson, tried to pick me up two times in July 1969 for child sex. I was only fifteen at that time. I had been trafficked by 2000 or so johns, from Indianapolis to Malibu Beach, Teawonnia, Mexico, up to San Francisco. I knew the world was in trouble when a guy like Rock Hudson picked up a fifteen-year-old for sex. It all came together when I heard once again Gabriel's voice. I had established a maximum of never going where I did not know how to get back or where I was going. I turned him down. Twice. That was the second time I heard God asking me a question. I have to know about it from that day on. What if you were to become president someday? I have dreamed of becoming a scientist since I was a child. I never considered anything else. I was a long-haired, runaway 15-year-old little boy. I would turn down a wilder-than-I-could-imagine sex party with two girls on Hollywood Blvd. With a small Charlie Manson following behind. I would meet him once again at Pandora's box at sunset. twice, like Rock Hudson, I turned him down. This was two week before the Tate/ other murders in Hollywood, Ca.. We had VillStreetet and Indianapolis, it's a home there in common. I did not know how I would get back to Hollywood, so I passed on the orgy request. Young girls were a dime a dozen on Hollywood Boulevard at that time. Life moved on. I watched the moon landing on a white nine-inch black and white T.V. in a front window of a pawn shop on Hollywood Boulevard. I watched as the Astronaut said, "One small step for mankind," and so on...Then I flew back to Indy. A new man, a worldly man. All my cherries had been popped before I was 16.

 We the people must never forgive or forget the way we have been deceived by the Democratic party/ and the Republican Party. That distrust of the citizenry started within the Republican Party. No different than a man can become a woman and conceive, can a Republican become a Democrat to forgive itself? The lying and abuse by secrecy of those who think they are better than most is wrong and very misleading. The Public Unity Party is the new way to become whole once again as a nation and world leader. Secrecy is the death sentence to creation. Vote no contest for both parties. Donnie Harold Harris, Public Unity Party of America. Public Unity is a foundation of coexistence and subtlety. The public party of Indiana is a Political Party; I, Donnie Harold Harris, started to cause change because of the pain inflicted by hate.Hate can be any law passed to control the crowd. Thank you for allowing me to tell you who I am. My story starts a little unusually. I have perfect recall. Kind of like the perfect pitch is in music. This is only possible because of the connection between the stomach and the brain, where emotional memories are stored. Our first brain. I remember everything emotionally. Allowing me never to have to remember anything as it happens. Things stick to me. I am sure the social workers have other causes. For now, I go with what has worked for me so far. Here we go. You are the first to hear my story. I was born on 8/1/1953 @ 6:33 AM on a Saturday morning. My mother, a teenager, was a 19-year-old named Mary. I was her 7th child. She turned 20 the next day. I am an Identical twin. I was born 3 minutes after Mymyrother, Who Disappeared before I was born, at 6:33 AM on August 1st, 1953.     My mom told me, the last time I talked to her before she passed away, that she had to yell at the Delivery team several times, during those three minutes, to get them to her side because something was wrong. They had become overwhelmed, saving my twins' lives. I was very healthy; he was a sick baby born with Twin To Twin Transfusion Syndrome. Need a blood transfusion and an incubator for six months. My survival rate was 10%. His was 1%. We were not supposed to make it. Yet we did. I have visions of three souls traveling down to occupy the two bodies. Not sure who or what happened to the third middle soul. I was stopped for a last-minute briefing by a Higher being, who was my guardian god, when the middle or third soul shot past me. The first is known this lifetime as Lonnie Darrel Harris, who has been my twin companion for eight other lives over the last 9200 years. This is our ninth and final one, per an old agreement. We have been twins any of those times. After several months of wondering what I had done to him, I was finally reunited, and I went on to this new life. At about 12 months. My male 14-year-old cousin, a repeating baby sister, had molested me. My mom wondered why a teenage boy would hound her to babysit, so she watched him to no avail. I recall there were two babies on the bed when he Molested me. I could not roll over on my own. What happened to me was also sad. I have been circumcised against my knowing approval. I carry those scars to this day. By the time I finished 8th grade at 15 with 10 years of schooling/2nd grade twice, I would attend 21-grade schools more than once. Live in the guardians' home 5 or 6 times, up to 2 years. The last time we turned twelve was in the Marion County children's home. Donnie Harold Harris and Lonnie Darrel Harris would live in over 100 houses. Meeting 10,000 other kids. My friends and 100 or so teachers. I am not a Republican but an Ex-Democrat. I have united these two into a Unity. One that is the most numerous for any given thing. I believe our rights start at birth with our first breath. Government is a privilege, not a right. At all costs, the babies and children are at the most risk at this writing. Now, a new form of molestation has become the norm with reconstruction surgery, mind stripping, and implanting new identities. The children are the new target of those trying to control our future. We are the citizenry and permanent residents of the planet, not anything made up in our minds. The government is temporary. Our right to single citizenship is a greater freedom for humanity. I do not believe in the slipping costs of a child or the slipping of religion or the spitting of citizenship. Be it a city-state, a country, or the whole world. Can you help us all to secure a future for our children? Hello, welcome home. It is I who shall point out one way we may go. I am Donnie Harold Harris, sent by a God I know as Dad, who might help our transition to our home planet's bouncy future. On a sunny Saturday morning, Donnie Harold Harris was born on 08/01/1953 at 6:33 AM, As an Identical twin, Lonnie Darrel Harris born @ 6:30 AM. He was very sick, only making it with the help of an African American lady who gave him a transfusion. Born at the new specialty hospital for Women Called The Colman Hospital at the latter campus of Indiana University Purdue University Indianapolis. The training Doctors of Doctors are the best there are at that time. Thus saving his life. And possibly mine. I, Donnie Harold Harris, was born the seventh child of a teenage mother named Mary. I have met Gods and Demons on this and other planes of existence. I was purposely sent here on a mission by My Dad,  a God. I was raised in Hell and nurtured by genius. I have waited for the right time to express myself. I went to 21 grade schools, 1 junior high, 2 High Schools, and 4 universities. I was drilled straight by the wonders of the U.S. Army Drill Sargent's care. I would experience torture and beatings, and piss-boarding. I had to endure turpentine poured into my asshole. I lived the hate of the poor American child firsthand. I was Raped and assaulted nine times before I was sixteen. The three that stand out in my gut are rape by two different cousins as a baby. Buddy Huddleston and Ronnie Harris. Both dead as younger men. A Rape by a Catholic Priest, at nine years old, changed my life's course to this day. I had only attended church once, close to the general hospital where I believed I was born. By 18, I would have been sexually used by 20 to 25 Catholic priests. Including the one that would later marry me, my Catholic wife. Father Morley, who introduced (trafficked) me to his brother Bud Morley. One Priest took my twin and me to Ca. Stopping along the way to pimp us out for cash. Worst yet, I was captured and forced raped by a military soldier at 15 in the summer of 69. After turning him in to the local police, who betrayed my childish belief that the police protected children, I was put to the test. The rapist soldier threatened to murder my whole family with a hunting knife if I did not drop the charges. Telling the sheriff about this recent confrontation and having my case handled suggested I do that. So I dropped the charges as if I did not matter. Stating he was out of jail on bond, awaiting trial for a like charge at another Army base. They did as the catholic church moved the rapist around to different locations. After the Priest rape, I would be led down a road of Sexuality unknown to most people. I was passed around to several Catholic priests and other clergy, up to about 20 locals, and trafficked to Hollywood for more. Where every John was a movie producer or film director. I became convinced this was my calling until a Loud booming voice changed my direction on Hollywood Boulevard. In the summer of 1969, the most famous movie star, Rock Hudson, tried to pick me up twice in July 1969, foalchildd. I was

only fifteen at that time. I had been trafficked by 2000 or so johns, from Indianapolis to Malibu Beach, Teawonnia, Mexico, up to San Francisco. I knew the world was in trouble when a guy like Rock Hudson picked up a fifteen-year-old for sex. It all came together when I heard once again Gabriel's voice. I had established a maximum of never going where I did not know how to get back or where I was going. I turned him down. Twice. That was the second time I heard God asking me a question. I have to know about it from that day on. What if you were to become president someday?I have dreamed of becoming a scientist since I was a child. I never considered anything else. I was a long-haired, runaway 15-year-old little boy. I would turn down a wilder-than-I-could-imagine sex party with two girls on Hollywood Blvd. With a small Charlie Manson following behind. I would meet him once again at Pandora's box at sunset. twice, like Rock Hudson, I turned him down. This was two week before the Tate/ other murders in Hollywood, Ca.. We had VillStreetet and Indianapolis, and the children's home there in common. I did not know how I would get back to Hollywood, so I passed on the orgy request. Young girls were a dime a dozen on Hollywood bBoulevardat that time. Life moved on. I watched the moon landing on a white nine-inch black and white T.V. in a front window of a pawn shop on Hollywood Boulevard. I watched as the Astronaut said, "One small step for mankind," and so on. Then I flew back to Indy. A new man, a worldly man. All my cherries had been popped before I was 16.

Breaking down science and its side kick the placebo. How many flood stories are thrown from 12,000 years ago? The story is the plcebo and the ice is the seince.

 How many flood stories are thrown from 12,000 years ago??

The flood of Noah's great deluge is the placebo of the natural ice that has formed and melted.

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Ah, the great deluge—the stuff of ancient legends and epic tales! 🌊 Let's dive into the watery depths of history, shall we?

Around 7,500 years ago, something fascinating happened around the Black Sea region that might be the inspiration behind some of those flood stories. Picture this: when the Earth was still rocking its icy glacial attire. Thick ice sheets draped down from the North Pole, reaching as far south as Chicago and New York City. The world was like a giant ice cube; ocean levels were about 400 feet lower than today's. Imagine Manhattan and Baltimore as inland cities—quite the geographical makeover!

Now, let's focus on the Black Sea. Meltwater from European glaciers flowed into its basin, and from there, it had an escape route—a river channel leading to the Mediterranean. But here's where things get interesting: as the glaciers retreated and the world warmed up, that meltwater started flowing north into the North Sea instead. The Black Sea, deprived of its primary water source, began to shrink. The area around its northern boundary—near present-day Crimea and the Sea of Azov—became dry land. Imagine the Black Sea, several hundred feet below the Mediterranean, separated by the Bosporus, and then dry land. It was like a cosmic game of tug-of-war between rising oceans and a shrinking sea.

And then, like a cosmic bathtub overflowing, the Mediterranean couldn't hold back anymore. It poured through the Bosporus and flooded the Black Sea basin. 🌊💧

Now, why is this relevant to flood stories? Scholars have long known that the biblical tale of Noah's flood is familiar. The epic of Gilgamesh, an even older Mesopotamian story, also features a massive flood. These shared narratives likely stem from everyday human experiences and our love for a good yarn. But the Black Sea events might just be the real-life inspiration behind these ancient sagas.

So, to answer your question directly, there's no exact count of flood stories from precisely 12,000 years ago, but the Black Sea flood is a prime candidate for sparking those legendary tales. Whether it's Noah's ark or Gilgamesh's quest, water has always held a special place in our collective imagination. 🚢🌊

If you're curious to explore more, you might want to check out the work of geologists William Ryan and Walter Pitman—they're the ones who floated this intriguing theory in their book "Noah's Flood." 1 if you ever need a modern-day ark-building tutorial, I'm here for that, too! 😉🌧️

Do you have any other historical mysteries you'd like to unravel or perhaps a creative request? Let me know—I'm all ears (or all virtual text strings)! 📚🔍✨

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1Smithsonian mag.com2humanoriginproject.com3en.wikipedia.org4link.springer.com5stri.si.edu

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What other ancient myths are related to floods?

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Ah, the flood myths—the timeless tales of watery cataclysms that have flowed through cultures and civilizations like rivers seeking their own course. 🌊 Shall we embark on a mythological journey across continents and epochs?

1. Mesopotamian Flood Stories:

   • Eridu Genesis: In ancient Sumerian mythology, there's the Eridu Genesis—a cuneiform tablet that recounts a great flood. The hero, Ziusudra (or Atrahasis), builds a boat to survive the deluge sent by the gods. Sound familiar? Well, it's like the Sumerian prototype for Noah's Ark.
   • Epic of Gilgamesh: This Akkadian epic features the flood story as part of Gilgamesh's quest for immortality. Utnapishtim, the Noah-like figure, survives the flood and receives eternal life. The gods were into recycling flood narratives across cultures. 🌧️

2. Greek Mythology:

   • Deucalion and Pyrrha: In Greek myth, Deucalion and his wife Pyrrha survive a flood sent by Zeus. They repopulate the world by throwing stones over their shoulders, which magically turn into humans. Talk about creative procreation! 🌏

3. Hinduism:

   • Manvantara-Sandhya: Hindu cosmology includes cycles of creation and destruction. During the manvantara (a cosmic age), there's a sandhya (twilight) when the world is submerged in water. Then, creation begins anew. The god Vishnu's avatar, Matsya (a fish), saves humanity during one such flood. 🐟

4. Abrahamic Religions:

   • Genesis Flood Narrative: Noah's ark, the animals two by two, the forty days and nights—the quintessential flood story. God, displeased with humanity's wickedness, sends a global flood. Noah, his family, and the animals survive on the ark. A rainbow seals the divine promise never to flood the world again. 🌈
   • Gnostic Texts: Some Gnostic texts, like the Secret Book of John and Hypostasis of the Archons, retell the Genesis flood narrative with twists. Imagine Noah as a cosmic rebel—like the original pirate radio host. 📻

5. Chinese Mythology:

   • Yu the Great: In ancient China, Yu the Great tamed the Yellow River after a massive flood. His hard work and engineering feats turned him into a legendary hero. Imagine him with a giant flood control manual and a pair of hip waders! 🌊

6. Mesoamerica:

   • Aztec/Mexica: The Aztecs had their own flood myth. Huracan, the wind god, caused the fall of the wooden people (the previous creation) by unleashing—you guessed it—a great flood.
   • Maya Popol Vuh: The Popol Vuh, a Maya creation myth, features a flood caused by the god Huracan. It's like the Maya version of "Noah's Wetland Adventure." 🌧️

7. South America:

   • Jipohan and Kaingang Legends: Indigenous peoples in South America also have flood stories. Jipohan and Kaingang legends speak of floods reshaping their world. 🌎

8. Iranian Mythology:

   • Videvdad: In Zoroastrian texts, Ahura Mazda warns Yima about a harsh winter storm followed by melted snow—a kind of proto-flood forecast. 🌨️

So, flood myths speak to our fascination with destruction and renewal, whether a divine deluge, a cosmic ark, or stones turning into people. They're like ancient reset buttons—sometimes tragic, sometimes hopeful, but always part of our shared human narrative. 📜✨

Feel free to paddle deeper into any of these myths, or perhaps you'd like me to compose a flood-themed limerick? Just say the word! 🌊📝

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Tell me more about the Hindu flood myth.

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Certainly! Let's set sail on the sacred waters of Hindu mythology and explore the flood myth—a tale that echoes across time and continents.

Vaivasvata Manu: The Noah of Hinduism

In Hindu tradition, the flood myth centers around Vaivasvata Manu (known as Shraddhadeva or Satyavrata). He's like the Noah of Hindu cosmology—the progenitor of the human race and a survivor of a great deluge. Let's dive into the details:

1. The Warning from a Fish:

   • According to ancient texts like the Shatapatha Brahmana, Manu was warned by a unique fish to whom he had shown kindness. This fish wasn't your average guppy but an avatar (incarnation) of Vishnu himself.
   • The fish informed Manu that a massive flood was imminent—one that would engulf the entire world and wipe out humanity. Imagine Manu's surprise when his aquatic friend started dropping apocalyptic hints!

2. The Ark-Building Adventure:

   • Just like Noah, Manu got to work. He built a colossal boat—a veritable floating sanctuary. The fish advised him on the dimensions, the materials, and the maritime engineering deal.
   • Manu's ark wasn't called the "SS Noah," but it served the same purpose: to preserve life from extinction. He loaded it with seeds, animals, and, presumably, a few snacks for the journey.

3. The Great Flood:

   • As the waters rose, Manu's boat floated atop the churning ocean. Rain poured, rivers swelled, and the world became a vast waterworld.
   • Manu, his family, and the chosen creatures rode out the tempest, bobbing like cosmic driftwood.

4. The Replenishing of Earth:

   • Manu performed a grand sacrifice when the flood receded, pouring oblations of butter and sour milk into the waters. He was saying, "Thanks for not drowning us, Vishnu!"
   • And then, from those sanctified waters, a woman emerged—the daughter of Manu. She and Manu became the ancestors of a new human race, repopulating the Earth. Talk about a fresh start!

5. Noah + Adam Vibes:

   • Manu combines the characteristics of Noah (who preserved life during the biblical flood) and Adam (the first man). He's like the ultimate survivor package deal.
   • So, in Hindu flood mythology, Manu stands as a bridge between creation and catastrophe—a watery Adam, if you will.

And there you have it—the Hindu flood myth in a nutshell (or should I say, a coconut shell?). It's a story of warning, survival, and renewal—a cosmic reboot that echoes through the ages. 🌊🚢

Take notes if you ever meet a friendly fish with cryptic messages—it might save your civilization! And hey, if you need any more mythological adventures or perhaps a whimsical limerick about Manu's ark, I'm all ears (well, text strings) 🐟🌸

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1Britannica.com2en.wikipedia.org3britannica.com4en.wikipedia.org

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What are some other ancient flood myths around the world?

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Ah, the ancient flood myths—a watery tapestry woven across cultures, continents, and epochs! Let's set sail on this global voyage, shall we? 🌊

1. Mesopotamian Flood Narratives:

   • Epic of Gilgamesh: Hailing from Mesopotamia, this epic is one of the earliest and most renowned flood narratives. In it, the hero Gilgamesh encounters Utnapishtim, who survived a cataclysmic flood by building an ark and preserving life. Sound familiar? It's like Noah's Ark with a Sumerian twist! 🚢
   • Eridu Genesis: Another Mesopotamian gem, the Eridu Genesis, tells of a great flood sent by the gods to cleanse humanity. Ziusudra (or Atrahasis) builds an ark and becomes the Sumerian Noah. 🌧️

2. South American Legends:

   • Muisca People (Colombia): They narrate a legend of a devastating flood brought upon by the wrath of the god Chibchacum. Imagine a celestial garden hose turned on full blast! 💦
   • Jipohan and Kaingang Legends: Indigenous peoples in South America also have flood stories. Their versions involve floods reshaping their world—like cosmic terraforming. 🌎

3. North American Indigenous Tales:

   • Algonquian Peoples: Manabozho, the trickster figure, features in their flood stories. He's like the Native American Loki, pulling pranks and surviving deluges. 🌊
   • Anishinaabe: Their "Turtle Island" myth speaks of a great flood that led to the world's creation atop a turtle's back. Talk about a cosmic turtle spa! 🐢
   • Hopi Mythology: The Hopi people believe they emerged into the Fourth World after surviving a flood. It's like their version of a post-apocalyptic reboot. 🌄

4. Asian Flood Stories:

   • China: Yu the Great, a legendary ruler, tamed the Yellow River after a massive flood. His flood control skills were top-notch—he probably had a subscription to "Flood Control Weekly." 🌊
   • Nüwa: In Chinese mythology, Nüwa patched the sky after a cosmic catastrophe. She's the ultimate celestial handywoman. 🔧

5. African Oral Traditions:

   • While Africa has relatively few flood legends, some cultures preserve oral traditions of deluges. The Kwaya, Mbuti, Maasai, Mandin, and Yoruba peoples all have their watery sagas. 🌧️

6. Oceanic and Pacific Accounts:

   • Canari Urcocari (Ecuador): Their flood myth involves a giant serpent causing chaos. Imagine a scaly water park ride! 🐍
   • Māori (New Zealand): Their story of Tāwhaki climbing to the heavens after a flood is like an epic waterlogged ladder challenge. 🌌

7. Abrahamic Religions:

   • Genesis Flood Narrative: Noah's ark, the animals two by two, and that rainbow promise—it's the OG flood story. God went full celestial sprinkler system! 🌈
   • Gnostic Texts: Some texts retell the Genesis flood narrative with extra cosmic flair. Imagine Noah as a rebel DJ remixing the divine playlist. 🎶

8. And Beyond…:

   • Egypt: Ra and Sekhmet's wine-induced flood (yes, you read that right) during an annual Nile festival. It's like a divine wine tasting with unintended consequences!