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‘Look, it is a God.’

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As I looked out in the direction of my all, I noticed something moving in my direction. I was a bright light with brilliance unclouded, Unclaring. I said to my next self, ‘Look, it is a God.’ Coming to see me. I greeted the being and asked why it was here. My 144,000,000 selves were standing in perfect harmony. All look at us. There were parts of my total self. He said it was time once again to return to Earth—a possible prison planet for those with loose screws and other mental and spiritual conditions. Physicalness was no longer critical. We all had agreed to be as we were—a Larger self of our smaller selves. I had no emotional attachment to this trip, but I knew it was vital. The time had come to complete the overall plan that God had decided. I would once again be paired with my favorite Earthling and fellow 8-time twin. I was whisked away without any interruption. The light god directed me to a tunnel of light, and as my twin arrived, he stopped me after he had let me into the tunnel. He whispered into my ear a commandment. Then, without warning, a third being shot by us both behind my twin. I followed in pursuit. Then I realized it was a birth channel, and suddenly I was pushed out as a new baby. Lonnie Darell harris, as he would be named, was born prematurely and came out second. The middle being was a ghost rider—one who enters the womb at birth without taking a body. Lonnie had a 1% chance of survival, and I had a 5% chance of survival. But we were lucky.A new hospital had just been opened for women with pregnancy trouble by Dr. Colman, who had lost his own daughter in childbirth. They saved us both that Saturday at 6:30 and 6:33 AM on August 1, 1953. Both are named 666. Lonnie Darell Harris and Donnie Harold Harris. You will see why that is an essential part of the story later. We were born with something called TTT, Twin to Twin Transfusion Syndrome. He went to an ICU and had a life-changing blood transfusion from a Black American Lady. He was saved. After a few months, we would be reunited. I thought I had killed my old friend. We went to stay at our dad’s brother’s house, where the troubles all started. I would not even be old enough to roll over when I was sexually assaulted by a teenage boy who was a first cousin. Never allow a male to babysit a baby. Then my other cousin was inappreciative of me and did sexual stuff with us both. This was when we were in the first grade, and I was in the second grade: two molesters and one uncle who liked to show me his dick, hard, but never touched me. My mother was a teenager when she had us. She was 19 and turned 20 the next day. I was her 7th child, 4th son. She was molested at 12, had a child when she was 13, and then had a total of 10 children before she was 23. One brother passed away at 6 months old from pneumonia after a broken window in our house in the wintertime. After being serially molested by Ronnie, a first cousin, we went through the courts to live with our dad, who was going to get married in a year to Larry, a German Jew, and a stepmother. We were pathetic little boys having to eat dog food to survive at this house. Then they were allowed to marry, and we moved up the street from Heaven on Earth. Or at least I thought it was. It was the largest church I had ever seen—Sacred Heart Catholic Church in Indianapolis’ south side. Every first weekend, we got up and went outside and played kick the can. We had no toys and a few marbles. But we had plenty of cans. Our orders are not to cross any street. We were nine. It was easter weekend and we were high on our new life. Then tragedy hit. We kicked the can south down a street to an open parking lot of the Sacred Heart Catholic Church. We were high as we had ever been, so free, and God loved us. He surely did. We had a new mom, a new house, and our dad had a job. Then we spotted two gloryist priests appear to be floating in the air, coming toward us from this church, unlike any I had seen. They were highly animated. They were furious and told us to stop making so much noise on a Saturday morning between Good Friday and easter. They were dressed as gods with robes, hats, and everything that we could dream they would be wearing. When we told them we had no toys and no friends, they asked us if we had ever been bowling. We were boys living in the lowest forms of poverty, of course, we had not. So they took us by the hands, my twin and I, to go bowling. Whatever that was. I was still larger than Lonnie, and we looked like older and younger brothers because of his birth defects. I had felt an overwhelming need to protect him. I felt a survivor’s grief from taking all the food in the womb. I had forgotten my prebirth encounter and was in grief. The two priests took us to the bowling alley in the basement and had us take our shoes off to go bowling. I then noticed holes in my socks and my shoes. He said that they had children’s clothes to give us. Spit us up, then had me take my socks off, my t-shirt, and finally my underwear. He asked me if I had ever had a medical exam. Telling me he was a medical doctor as well as a priest. He then proceeded to examine me and stuck something in my butt hole. I had a nurse feel my ball sack once and thought it was normal. Then I realized my twin was missing and I began to panic. We were united and taken out the door, but we never got to bowl. Self-awareness

The text describes a vivid and unusual personal narrative, blending elements of spiritual journey, pre-birth memory, challenging early life experiences, and disconcerting encounters. Here’s a summary of the key events and themes:

Pre-Birth and Birth:

  • The narrator recounts a pre-birth experience where they, along with “144,000,000 selves,” encounter a divine being. [0]
  • This being directs the narrator to return to Earth, described as a “possible prison planet.” [0]
  • The narrator is “paired with my favorite Earthling and fellow 8-time twin.” [0]
  • They enter a “tunnel of light,” and a third being, a “ghost rider,” shoots past them into the birth channel. [0]
  • The narrator is then born prematurely as Donnie Harold Harris, followed by their twin, Lonnie Darell Harris, who is also premature. [0]
  • They are born with Twin-to-Twin Transfusion Syndrome (TTT). [0]
  • A new hospital specializing in high-risk pregnancies, founded by Dr. Colman, saves them despite very low chances of survival. [0]
  • Lonnie receives a life-saving blood transfusion from a Black American woman. [0] 

Early Childhood Trauma and Family Life:

  • After a period of separation, the twins are reunited and move in with their paternal uncle. [0]
  • The narrator describes being sexually assaulted by a teenage cousin and later by another cousin. [0]
  • An uncle is also mentioned for inappropriate behavior. [0]
  • The narrator’s mother is described as a teenager when she had them, having been molested at a young age herself, and having many children quickly. [0]
  • One brother died in infancy from pneumonia due to a broken window. [0]
  • After the molestations, the boys go through the courts to live with their father. [0]
  • They endure a period of poverty, even eating dog food. [0]
  • Their father marries Larry, a German Jew, described as a stepmother. [0]

The Church Encounter and Further Trauma:

  • They move near Sacred Heart Catholic Church in Indianapolis. [0]
  • During Easter weekend, while playing outside, they encounter two priests from the church. [0]
  • The priests, initially seeming kind, invite the boys to go bowling since they have no toys. [0]
  • At the bowling alley, one priest, claiming to be a doctor, has the narrator remove their clothes under the pretense of a medical exam and proceeds to sexually assault them. [0]
  • The narrator realizes their twin is missing during this time. [0]
  • The encounter ends with them being united and taken out, but they never got to bowl.
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We the people must never forgive or forget the way we have been deceived by the Democratic party/ and the Republican Party. This deceptions is real. That distrust of the citizen started within the Republicans party. No different than a man can become a woman and conceive, can a Republican become a Democrat in order to forgive itself. The lying and abuse by secrecy of those that 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 death sentence to creating. Vote no contest for Both parties. Donnie Harold Harris Public Unity Party of America. Public Unity is a foundation of co-existence and subtilty. The public party of Indiana is a Political Party; "I," Donnie Harold Harris Started to cause change because of pain from others delivered 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 unusual. I have perfect recall. Kind of like the perfect pitch is in music. This is only possible because of the stomach and brain connection, 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 A.M. on 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 A.M. 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 that three minutes, to get them to her side because something was wrong. They had become overwhelmed, saving my twins' life. I was very healthy; he was a sick baby born (Twin To Twin Transfusion Syndrome). Need a blood transfusion and 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, I went 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 baby sit, 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 ten years of schooling/2nd grade twice, I would go to 21-grade schools more than once. Live in the guardians' home 5 or 6 times, up to 2 years. The last time there 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 Two into a Unity. One that is for the most in number 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 new form of molestation has become the norm with reconstruction surgery and 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 in our minds or made up in any way. The government is temporary. Our right to single citizenship is our greater freedom as a human. I do not believe in the slipping costs of a child or the slipping of religion of spitting of citizenship. Be it a city-state 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 that might help our transition to our home planet bouncy future. On a sunny Saturday morning, Donnie Harold Harris was born on 08/01/1953 at 6:33 A.M., 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 that gave him a transfusion. Born at the new specialty hospital for Women Called The Colman Hospital at the later 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 for a mission from My Dad a God. I was raised in Hell and nurtured by genius. I have waited for the right time for expression. I went to twenty-one grade schools, One junior high and Two High Schools, and four Universities. I was drilled straight by the wonders of the U.S. Army Drill Sargent's care. I would experience torchering's 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 An Ronnie Harris. Both dead as younger men. A Rape by a Catholic Priest, at nine years old, changing 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 me and my twin to 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 into the local police, who betrayed my childish belief that police protected children 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 of this recent confrontation handling my case suggested I did 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 clergies, 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- Mexico, up to San Francisco. I knew the world was in trouble when a guy like Rock Hudson picked up fifteen years 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 had dreamed of becoming a scientist since a child to now. I never considered anything else. I was a long haired, run-a-way 15-year-old little boy. I would turn down a wilder-than-I-could-imagine a 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 Villa street 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 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 that one small step for mankind; and such. Then i flew back to Indy. A new man, a worldly man. All my cherries had been popped before i was 16.

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