From Fire to Medical Catastrophe
Long after, a small girl huddled herself into the Fire, discovering 56 things about it. Threw her will and senses alone, not her thinking mind. Mankind discovered Fire. That had been there all along. It took about 200,000 years to discover its secrets before all of Mankind began to walk and talk. We began noticing what each other ate, used, lived, and roamed at. When she jumped into the Fire, a few dozen body and mental signals fired off in her small Brain. Like an astronaut going into space for the first time. Humankind had pulled a deer leg out of a lighting strike fire to eat. He eats the wolf or bison. He had other opposable eats. But nothing like this had happened to Mankind. Like the monkey on the beach washing off the sand until a hundred had, the world somehow knew what must be done as Humanity reached a higher state of survival. The powerful need to survive. L.R. Hubbard would famously say this is the basic impulse of Humanity. To Survive. Not only as a child, a mom, or a dad but as a tribe. A unit, a group. Us and Them. Those and those and us. The only separation was in other species and other breads of Humanity. The Nenauthaals. We started to cook our meat to kill the bacteria and other impurities we did not know, yet we did the right thing. This fire thing allows our eating function to recover and become more efficient, moving power to our new source of being our bain. It now would and could grow. Fast forward a hundred thousand-plus years. We discover Religion out of belief in the unknown. We build worlds to worship this drive. As intense as that little girl had discovered with the Fire. It was the basis of a new level of dreams. Dreams that we all, no matter our placement, could have. Our future selves would arrive by flight to ensure and pamper us until we had become self-aware. Then, Like the left Brain, right brain / the male, female/ the child, the mom and dad/ the chief, and this event, we began to fight each other. A beginning to a new state of man. We began to look far out into the heavens and inward into ourselves for direction and answers to what it all means. We seemed to be part of this living business. The ego would be developed alongside the Ruling class. He has a crown, But I have freedom. So, rules and laws would become common. Wars would kill millions over a single girl. India had Arjuna, and Greece had Lillith. Some unexpected things happened. We were not aware that an asteroid dam nearly destroyed the world along with Humankind. Then it would happen. Humankind’s first dreamer of dreams was so unusual that he would be jeopardized wherever he roamed. Zoroaster would dream of watching the Fire. He dreamed of millions of ways it would help Humankind of all kinds. Even the rocks and stones themselves are alive and flowing as heated rock called magma. Where new life would spring out after some time. They would wonder if there is this, is there that? and The Universe glorified him as The first aware man. This human was about 7500 years or so ago. After an event known collectively as The Yunger Dryuis event. Humanities dream had split into two beliefs. The Zoroastrians and the unbelievers or those that relied on brute force and domination. The man was strong, and the woman was weak. A story would be presented that Adom was separated, and a piece was to become a woman. Impossible physics would be the instrument. Waiting for Humanity to catch up and discover that a man emerges from the woman. Not The other way around. Sex was impulse-driven, and what was even taking place? Eating a fish and getting a tummy ache was not a connected event. Zoroastra, like the young girl, would be Humand’s next link to a fuller being. He realized some opposites created something else entirely. Religion or early Science became widespread until it was dominated by those who wanted something new called power. Religion begot Science, and Science begot Medicine and Medicine addiction and death. Medicine looks inward and outward to the degree Science was allowed by Religion at that time. We went into the dark ages, a group thing. The church and its new power were not to be messed with.Now war,s are far removed from individual men’s views by Science throwing Medicine to chemicals, needles, and doubts. Are we being altered to a slave solution? Are we being harvested in some way? Dualism is Humankind’s Only hope of finding a future where there is none. There is the Now, a hell on earth. That is it. Until we created Heaven. to direct the traffic of Humanity along to a future dream. We give our power away to all those who try to stop us from our lives. There is a Justice system, a system so despicable that it is feared by every human on the planet. causing it into continuous existence. Viruses are Causing us to fear life itself because of our primary need to survive. It is weaponized to root out not viruses but classes of people. What would a world of only one belief be like??? Isolation and sterol. AI will replace us. We will become the Borg. Humanity is on the brink of a huge leap forward in understanding its place within the Universe. We cannot get there by any older means. Not by Powers of War, Beliefs, or Self Richiousness. Science will help but not get us all there. Medicine will ease our suffering when we fall and go boom. It is through collectively respecting all of life, and Yes, that means each other. Not war or walls or nukes will make us whole. Talk, Touch, Laugh, Dance, and be with one another. Dualism is not A to Z but A to B. Be kind to one another, especially those who are different than you. Or someone you do not know. The Younger Dyuis event caused the flood that watered down the world and had nothing to do with Humankind. Ethics or costume or beliefs. It was an Astronomical event. No more than Global Warming has now. A shore story to control not just the masses but all the masses only or personal power. Everyone knows that Mommy can kiss any bo, and it gets better. That placebo of Momma created Science. The men warped that into Medicine and power to control all life. This current war Israel started is why Israel attacked and destroyed Hammas Hospital. The future of Humanity is what is up for grabs. Therefore, I postulate the children will set us free. Also, Why Isreal is Killing children Before they become self-aware? Oh Yes, There is a back story yet to be told. For now. Ask any child what he wants for the future. The main point is Children First, Moms Second, Dads Third, and Families Fourth. Then everyone else. In 200,000 years, Humanity has become the right Brain while weak on the left side. while leaving people’s bodies behind. Billionaires while children beg on the streets. Wars were there. We had none before. Medicines are Unexplained and deadly or crippling to some. False medical beliefs without outside inspections. Known collectively as second opinions. Our future will and must be decided by a child. An incredible being of unknown source of power. A dreamer and creator (collective cause and effect) simultaneously. Yes, I got my duality in there.
Dualism; Nature’s first Science. Thus, Spoke Zarathustra.
Is the splitting of the Atom dualism in reverse? Does that then mean it goes against nature, or what is natural? Has the War of Dualism gone haywire? Is Religion discoverable through Science and Science through Religious Dualism? Does eating an egg create a chicken inside ourselves? Does War create freedom or destruction? Why is the Dualism of sexual identity Male and Female equals baby? Is Trans sexuality the reverse of Dualizism, Like an Atomic Fission? There is cold and hot Up and down in a simple yet complex Dualism of Light and dark day and night, The Old and the Young. All Dualism can be collapsed back to Ine. This condition of Insanity, known collectively as Trans, would be the way why Trans is reverse Dualism and Gay or Bi is natural.
There is no Insanity in These natural states. But Nuclear Fusion in Transsexuality. Woman and man as a singularity is not this Dualism. Is Insanity the opposite of rational thought and behavior? Fantasy is the singularity of males and females. Is Life simple and thought complex? Is Black and white Dualism of the race with everything in between the… Is sadness the opposite of happiness? Sick and healthy and on and on. Is Fault finding the opposite of craziness? Was Neiche right? Is God Dead? Or a simple creation of Love? Is death the opposite of Life, with living being the symptom? Two opposites create creativity between the two points, not destruction, although it may.
A tree(replaceable or multiplied) to build a house or massive destruction to build a piece of steel. Unrepairable. There can be no future if there is no more Mom and dads. There can be no future with Nuclear War. There can be no life without Living. The most damaging condition is Reverse Dualism—a step backward in Time. Is it not Peace that creates Harmony and Harmony, a good life with a future of possibilities? Yes, opposites are built on. Look out at Life. Ethics has its opposite in Laws with the justice system in between. A massive overhaul is needed in our current world affairs about this one, with a side helping of Religion/Science. Morals are offset by accepted behavior. Eve covered herself up after eating the fruit of What? Is it the woman that tempted Man through a desire to please for a chance at creating a new natural self? Nature is the Universe that is separated through expansion, causing Time. Sliting the atom is the misdirection of science and goes against nature, causing destruction. Dualism is a closer view of this. Religion can only expand with the direction of science. A flashlight is a Basic dualism by a source; the flashlight lights up another source space or object through the fixture out to the illumination of the light. Without one, there can never be the other. These are just hints of possibilities through the direction of Time in Space with Energy on Matter.
L. Ron Hubbard plucks this cherry (MEST) from the history book of the Bhagavad Gita as it is. His Divine Grace Swami Prabhupada. I once had the Honor and Trill to have a twenty-course meal on one sunny afternoon in Beverly Hills, CA. In The early 70s.` the Matter is the result of the Energy Space and Times collection with something else. Misusing Matter or one of its parts can cause environmental Destruction, Health issues, and medical concerns. What is the future of Matter? Like humanity, it will evolve. Electric Cars, Like transsexuality, can be tolerated but are destructive to the overall Life. People, not science-motivated people, must decide on the future of any Global Change, like the global destruction in Gaza. It is not Just Isreal that is the source of this pain. It is I.
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. It’s kind of like the perfect pitch is in music. This is only possible because of the stomach and 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 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. Mom told me she had to yell at the Delivery team several times 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. I’m not sure who or what happened to the third middle soul. I was stopped for a last-minute briefing by a Higher being when the middle one 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. After several months of wondering what I had done when we were 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. 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. 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 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 friend and 100 or so teachers. I am not a Republican but an Ex-Democrat. I have united 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. A new form of molestation has become the norm with reconstruction surgery and mind stripping and implanting new identities. 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 slip costs of a child or the slit religion of split 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 that might help your transition to your home planet. 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. He was very sick, only making it with the help of an African-American Lady who gave him a transfusion. 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 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, Two High Schools, and four Universities. I was drilled straight by the wonders of the U.S. Army Drill Sergeant’s care. I would experience torture, 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. A Rape by a Catholic Preist 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 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 Morely and his brother Bud Morely. One took 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, he threatened to murder my whole family if I did not drop the charges. Telling the sheriff handling my case suggested I did just that. So, I dropped the charges as if I did not matter. Stating he was out of jail on bond, awaiting trial for a semester 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. Another, John, was a movie producer. 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. I had been trafficked by 2000 or so johns, from Indpls. to Malibu Beach- Teawonnia, 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 I was a child. I never considered anything else. I was a hairy, run-a-way 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. We had Villa Street Indpls and the children’s home in common. I did not know how to return to Hollywood, so I passed on the orgy.
Donnie Harold Harris 666
I have been on this planet many times. Eleven of those times as a Twin. Eight was an Identical Twin with the same being or soul as me. This lifetime we were born on August 1 1953, at 6:30 am him and 6:33 am me. We were born with T to T to T to S. He was delivered first, and three minutes later, I was born. That was my mom’s first visit to the doctor for delivery. We were Lucky. Colmans Hospital was just across the parking lot from General Hospital. My mom was rushed there for her 6th delivery. A specialty hospital for women in crisis during delivery. General-hospital was A place we would go from time to time for other treatments and babies. Overdose of meds, rat bites, etc. Being born. I was my mother, Mary’s seventh child, and My dad’s a carpenter, Virgil’s 6th. Lonnie popped out at 3.02 Ozes. I was 4 or so. Only two weeks before my mom passed did she tell me about our delivery and birth. She went to the hospital alone. Dad was working in a bar, playing music. He was a Local country western guitar-playing man. My mom, a teenager, would have her 6th and 7th children that morning as a Teen herself. She turned 20 the next day. August 2nd. She was exactly twenty years old. A set of premie identical twins in distress. She had no idea, nor the hospital staff, that she was having twins. After pulling out this tiny little boy the staff went into trease. I would not see him for three months and thought he did not make it. After some very quick problem solving he was stabilized by the staff. I was sent to the ward. He was sent to an Incubator after a full blood transfusion. It was a woman of color who saved his life that morning with her blood. I do not recall the birth but I can recall what happened right before we were born. I was on a planet with 144,000,000 people living there at the time. Of course, I was in charge. One day, while I was watching people I spotted someone I knew coming into view. I was a messanger from the leader in this sector of the Universe. A God. This one happened to be Our Dad. All he said was it was time. So off we went toward a birthing cannon. As we went down, I was stopped as I was Lonnie going by. The guru washed me to stop and let another go into the chamber after Lonnie. Then He whisperd in my ear a final command. I rushed in and found only Lonnie there. Not sure where the third being went. After several months I would meet with Lonnie. An the games began.
God says so.
Right or left, both are direct movements forward.
If one goes back into existence, One will8153 discover in its simplest terms that Humankind is Like a body formed from One cell or one, Adding an Eve or egg to create a new single cell with everything within it. The entire Universe. This one cell grows or explodes into existence as a human being. One cell at a time, copying and pasting its way into reality. It contained all the latest updates and upgrades. It continues into the formation of Unions, creating self-organs with particular purposes and duties. Some are self-directed. Some need the consciousness of a Human. The body becomes complete, only to be expelled from a black hole called a womb into the light. Taking its first breath, it unites the unknowable to the knowable. Zoroasterizm! Then it starts to grow. Within a short time, it may be telling you what to do. Because it has been doing that since conception. Like organs, Segragating and forming unions of self-protection adds to itself through Knowledge of the senses and the mind. The experience and later facts United into practical Knowledge and wherewithal organs. Religion kicks in with its unknown qualities, and life is the unknown. The old past is forged into the present. One has experiences that will grow into a lifetime. Is this shit real or made up? Wonder expells into disbelief. Opposites appear out of nowhere. The game is afoot. Then, with our reason, one starts to connect and add to the experience to understand higher or lower hidden causes and Deceit. One wonders if religion is a Placebo, after all. Or a reverse placebo behind a wall? My story… I was born the 7th child of a teenager named Mary. My dad was a simple carpenter named Virgil. I would have three more brothers after me, totaling 10: seven sons and three daughters. My mom was 23, my dad 25. I was molested at one-year-old by a male cousin. At five, I was kidnapped and forced to be a teenage boy. Moved to the safety of an Aunt and Uncle. Their son daily molested my twin and me as we turned six. This was the hidden location where my twin had been moved to. We had been born with TTTS. Twin To Twin Transfusion syndrome. Our survival rate was 1% 10%. Through the grace of God, we both made it. He was saved by the Blood Transfusion of a Black woman who gave him her blood that Saturday at 6:30 / 66:33 after our births. We were separated at birth. He lived in an incubator for six months. I went home with momma. We were reunited at 12 months or so. Then he was gone again. He was much smaller than me until about 8. Then, we would meet the worst stepmom from hell. We were daily taunted, tested, humiliated in private and publicly in front of other children, beaten with belts, raze straps, switches, slaps, and fists, and held down and had turpentine poured into our rectums. My dad and stepmom decided to tie the knot a few weeks before Easter 1965. I would have my second religious experience when I watched a tornado come down the street at me on Palm Sunday at 6 am
I ordered the Tornado to disperse. It did. April 11, 1965. Known as the Palm Sunday tornadoes. The marriage was on March 5, and the can-kicking was on April 17. The day between Good Friday and Easter Sunday. In six weeks, I would watch my dad get married to a Devil. Control the weather out of dispairing, kick a can down a road out of fatigue, and get raped by a Priest pretending to be a medical Doctor. I was ordered not to cross any street and thus walked into the parking lot of a Catholic Church and two Catholic Priests from Hell. That had been mistaken for Gods or at least Angles. A fight that began and never has stopped. My first contact with Gods and Devils was at four when I went to church for the first time. I Knew of Jesus and talked with him while crossing a humming bridge by the hospital where I was born. I learned of the Devil at church and met him as we returned across the humming bridge. A humming bridge sounds different depending on your tires and the direction you’re going. Both were over the water on opposite sides of the bridge on the same river. White River. They seemed the same with different outfits on. It was floating up in the air out over the water. Then it happened. I had my first mental crash at 12 or 13. I went to Sunday school when I heard the man upfront tell all of us children that once God closed the door on you, it was closed for good. I knew I was doomed. I went to the restroom and escaped out a window in a fit of spiritual rage. I called God out. I called him everything I could muster. Then, a Horseman and a chariot appeared in the sky above me, out front to the right. He had three Horses That looked like no horse I had ever seen. My twin and I had been chased once By a man and his son on horses. Off west Washington past the airport. We jumped into a frozen creek to not be run over. Their eyes seemed to look in all directions at once. Their nostrils were flared, and smoke came out. I was sure God had sent an angel to destroy me. I pointed at him like I had done to the Torando and commanded him to stop. What else could I do? He stopped, then another and a third Chariot, rider, and Horses showed up. They talked and were trying to decide how to take me down. I had stopped yelling to God and watched this as usual. They told me I was out of line and had to be restrained. I asked for a higher judgment when A fourth horseman arrived with six or seven horses. He was on the left side of my front view. It was facing the other three. He calmed them on my behalf. It was decided something must still be done when all four went silent as I became aware that the sun of bright sunshine appeared over my left shoulder behind me. I did not dare turn around. He said to the leader give him three wishes. The fourth horseman did, and they all disappeared. This all happened right out front of this church on South Belmont Street in Indianapolis, The one I had climbed out of the basement window. I would have to remove coins from the church and return them to the donation bowl. We were blocks from the Eli Lilly compound. The location is where Mother Mary Days later on Kentucky Ave by the Eli Lilly plant. Picked me up in her car, filled with a galaxy of planets floating through her car. She said I had been awarded by God three wishes. I was sure I had gone quite mad, but I played along. I told her I wanted to use two of those three wishes now. I tried to put Mother Mary on the spot. I tested the wish thing a few days later, late one night. I desire to have Superman-like powers. I flew into my existing biological body several times. I ran city blocks in two or three steps. It was a one-night deal. There was another mental torture setback, and I used my second wish to meet Mother Mary- I wanted to know what was up with her priest Raping, My twin, and me. I asked to meet her son, Jesus. I have the same wish. I finally met Jesus years later on Sunset Blvd. In Hollywood, CA. Late one night. We talked about Ethics and its meaning. I have yet to use the third wish. What if it does not work? My life would be invalidated. Donnie Harold Harris Candidate for U.S.Senate Indiana 2022
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Whats religion got to do with it?
George Washington-Abraham Lincoln-Donald Trump, There common Presidental mind.
Eating ice cream to fast caused brian freeze. That is Joe Bidon condtion. We have with each president the overall condition of the common citizen at there time. George “freedom or death” Washington, Was tall gallent and One hell of a dancer. He like the ladies, No different than Donald does. He was an extravert that exalted his days with play and little Concern for his fellow man. He alway made sure his belly was full before offering life to others. Husbands had to watch there wifes. Not sure is Sleepy Joe is actual slow hands Joe. Lincoln on the other hand was Tall lanky depressed intervert that would kick your ass if so confronted. Donald “make America great again” Trump is the P.T.Barnum of the day. Confused yet directed by common causes. Wealth Power Woman in that order. Being in the spot light is a side show. All three became President of the United States. The mental condition caused by higher office is unkown until visited. Each President is a Roseta stone for mankinds current condition. George brought Freedom for all; except the Slave race who were invisable and unkwon as real people in his time. He looked out, but not into the darkness behind the curtain of wealth&power at that time. He too would be assinnated not by a lone gunman but a Quack Doctor, America first Phyciatrist, bleed to death in his own home in the safety of his own bed. yet we are to beleive the doctors of today without question?Abe hoped for internal freedom from dispear. The current condition of the people. He would realize that Slavery was a Leading factor in this condition. But was unable to fine cause for his own depression. Assinated, he was unable to finish his work. He wanted to send those willing to There new home. There own county in Africa, back to where they were stolen from. Shot in the head he did not finish what he started. The Donald, Condition is one of cionfussion. A condition that can Be quite unsettalling to anyone except the well ajusted and personally stable in heart and mind. Confusion of the county is ready to tear we the people a new Asshole. Everyone not like our beleifs is an enemy, a trader. A person of doubt. What do we do withour enemy? Can we reach to and stablelize or selves before the power pusher, more deadly to the nation than a drug dealer to a crowd take full control threw the art of labling. The condition of confuson can looks like a form of group insanity from the outside. As a Nation we are not only in free-fall but pull the world with us, along the other condition of existance. We doubt this or that as treason from others. everyone is suspect. Who do we trust? God steps in and Religion saves the Day? But not this time. There coverups and individual personal crimes supported by a Justice system out of time grants them a statute of limitation as a sheild from doing what is right for therewrong. This unbalance creats doubt. God is on Stand by. We are on our own with this fight. WE make some groups invisable; Unknown-account. The Indian who whorshiped this land only to see it destroyed by the Tracks and roads mines and the Secret bases of our collected selves have built. The Black man- our equal but un excepted partners build out base and infastructure only to be Lessened by the white wealth and powerful eletist. Usually out of sight. Even when they are right infront of them, there shamed for there differences- there might. Everything is an Emerency and must be dealt with now. The push by the blinded political class go to work not for the people, But those with = you guessed it-power wealth and Woman. In comes The Donald. Why woman? The scale of being starts with you- then your sex-race releigion country. The peole are exctly last. That closet to you is what you desire to control. Remove someone wealth removes there freedom. There ability to procreate goes way down. If we could confront that condition we could see That a woman of Color without wealth or power is the Way out. #Obomma was not a real deal. A Bi-raced #Nixion. Whos vilance to the world has made us go into this condition we find ourselves in. Drone stricks against children make even Isreal trimble. His crimes make DT look like a school boy lost on his way to the restroom. As sellout to every man woman and child. Bidon is a patch job designed to do notting about nothing. WE need an expert in the art of confussion to lead us out. #Trump will you follow in the foot steps of George and Abe? All parts of our country are cryng out? First we need to freeze all Laws that the goverment can pass. We need to cleanout all bad laws in Government acgency. We need to stop selling weapons to ourselves and other nations. Only he peoleshould be allowed this option. Locl police have Apatche helicopters and tanks. WE need to deal with the real drug dealers of our counrty That have created the real drug war, the drug manufacturers. We need to legalizes all drugs. If for no other reason than to dampen there pusher ablities. I am a 50 plus years pot smoker. I did my personal reshearch. We need to put social workers in charge of the AMA that have no skin in the game of Medicine. Lots and lots of tragity with this one. The phyco talk of the shrink is just that. Except it is him whom is nutts. All those that are for the labling of each individual into a controlled catagory need to be handled. The churches should no longer get a free get out of jail card. Forced abortion is there lot in trade, not salvation. Peole are people regaurdless of any other consideration. I am a survivior of Rape by a Catholic Priest at Nine years Young. All statue of limitation need a new addressing. The statue of limitations is a get out of jail card for future crimes. It hides the need for a releif for the past. There are no drug addics- no labled mental conditions- no Race- just color from higher art forms to beauty out of. There are no felons- no rainbow- but indidual color side byside. easing into a similar color. No black to white. Each is inriched because of the others. There are no mens rights and then womans. We are the same but eqaul in rights. The bull maybe in charge out in the cow pastture but not in the Human world. What can we do to save ourselves. Realise we are but a part of a larger family. That is not a mark; that is an exstinded family member. No Religion is 100% right. This morning the NYPD morns in tragity. They want to blame on an individual. Wrong target. It is the Politicians that are to be blamed. This will be used as a call for more spying more down grading of the indivual and his rights to be a Naturual complete self. Balance is what is needed. Not more weight on the shoulders of the people. The justice system is not the way out. The churchs have mostly failed us. They cannot even get along with each other. The states no longer support there own people. They are puppets of the National Corperation. Power and Money is all that matters. This is there fuel. It is no longer what is good for you or me. Fairness decency trust good will. WE are ripped off in every corner of our life. At&T was broken up as a monoply only to become a Monster giving away our privacy, now no longer our basic right. I can no longer scratch my own balls in public, yet they can track me Liston in follow and video tape me every where in sight. They Put it into computers that do whatever they are programed to do. Of course they would never scuew it into there veiw point? Then it is you or me that must fight for our Natural rights? Freedom today freedom tonight. We all are enslaved to a goverment of our own design. Student loans for degrees we been hoodwinked into beleiving we need just to survive. Lasting for our entire work life. Yet we do not do the job we were educated for. Now the young are seeing a push for the control of every single house in the country. In the future will you be able to own a Home of your own? Will there be no Chicken in every pot? Will we be the first grass eatters of the new feilds of life we range out on? Will everything be made up? Wake up or be doomed not just for the rest of your life. But the lives of your children and there children. We have gone from occupied- great brittian-to Extervert-#George to introvert with depression-#abe-to extravert and confussion-to sleep Brain froze-old #Joe. I left out the Ugly, wicked and hateful presidents. What #Trump did on Jan 6th is in line with confussion. Therefore, #Trump did what he did for the people from his confused condition beleiving may have been the right thing. Was he wrong? Was #GeorgeWashington wrong? Was #AbrahamLinclon Wrong? Running the country on the highest level does not mean going threw the trash can of the last goverment. Democrats; let our people go… Get on with your elected work. Lead us forward. Tear down the walls of the elete-Tax them. Take down plate readers the cameras the thought control, The montering of our every shit we take.can only lead to the collection and disection of what we eat. Go elsewhere to the corperate farmer and there altered and cotaminated seed for that info. Is to much. WE want freedom based on our defintion not the NSA’s. “Must we all walk away and turn out the lights?” The future is not about you. It is about yours an thre futures. It is no longer about being more wealth than your Dads, live a better life. Its about will our child have more freedom or Jail time?.
The first Fireman-Mankinds first dynamic discovery.
What is first? What is Fire? What is time?
donnie harold harris
“America: What’s going on?”
Once again it is threw the pain and struggle of the Blackman that shows all of us what we want and need thorough there acts of social disobedience and standing together as a race. “America: What’s going on?” Threw the ritual of the Jew, we in America have become a place of PRISON. Like a mad modern day physiatrist trying to make mankind into a Frankenstein Monster to replace the Demon of the past with. One must have a Tiger by the tail to prove one right to fight the fight for mankind’s soul. “America: What’s going on?” You destroy the air and strip the waters of life and collapse the sand for a Right to be right? You slit the Adam for peace you split the races for peace you split the sexes for piece of what? You rape the children and strip the womb and say how you love me. You have a hate of the future for the future does not contain you. “America: What’s going on?” Individualizes is not a disease it contains parts and pieces like different animals or fish The lands of man can stand alone to be. After we become only one what will be next? “America: What’s going on?” Shall we have only one tree? One flower and one grape? Shall we swallow up all fruit trees and destroy all different blades of grass and buss saw down the forest of mankind? “America: What’s going on?” Shall we police ourselves to death. Shall we make hips and knees more important than a solution for obesity. Is the goal of life to suck the blood of those in need of what we cause them to want? Shall we dumb down our future by mass control of education aaaaaaaaaaaaand aline it with mass surveillance. Your doctor can now know every time you go to the bathroom and when you jerk off. “America: What’s going on?” Shall it be a law you can not have a secret? Shall it be a law you can not have privacy. Shall it be the law you cannot tell your own child family history. Shall it be against the law to lie? Can you no longer say that was not you that cut the wind? Will music be dictated like math. Shall you never know what strange feels like? Is mental illness a trick to control your past? A way to control your future and a way to invalidate you s You? We must stop taking the larger pill that something is wrong with us. When in fact there is something wrong with them that dominate dictate control and order us to our own deaths. It is time to stop and take back what is our inheritance. Our own lives our own way of thinking and our own personal religion. Praise be to you. For you are God. “America: What’s going on?” Say yes to massive tax reform. We have no healthcare to brag about yet we spend millions a day to Israel that has public health care. We spend billions to go to mars, for bragging rights. While million pay student loans for there entire working life. We have allowed the elected to put us in a tank with sharks. One by one we get eaten. Moms dads sisters brothers grandpas and grandmas sons and daughters. We are allowing our own families to drawn in hate to justify the laws passed against you, us. No law should ever be passed unless 80% to 100% agree. Why do we not have a cure for cancer. Because of Marianna laws and that guy that sold you a bag of weed and went to prison for 20 years in the 80’s, well he was the guy that would solve the formula for its cure. We have devastated our nation with false and inhuman laws for 100 years out of fear. Fear of life. Politicians have not been our servants put our keepers. We must reform the length of time a person can be a politician, a police officer, and a school teacher. “America: What’s going on?” It must be a time for all or nothing or we shall all become slaves to the powerful 1%. There for I shall run for the office of U.S. Senate Indiana 2022 as a Unity Party Candidate.
Dead but not Gone.
What happens when your life is complete? Are you Mad? Are you sad. Would you take your life and relive it once again ? Would you hold her hand? would you think of your Mom your wife sister or Fiend? Would fear the here after. Are You to go to a pit in Hell? Go the way of Dust and cling to a mountain side for millennia? Tell the nurse you love her. An ask for forgiveness of that you hurt with your own Hand? May cry a little as The door opens? Will the world melt away showing you that it was all separated by different ingredients after all. Different races different sexes Different Lands? What will I think when I am Dead and gone? Will I still only think about my Hand? Will it be to later to take her hand? To smile and reach out to those different and Understand?
Soon I will be Dead. I want you to know. The Catholic Church Rapes boys.
Underwear Model for priest at 9 years young and #CatholicChurch. When I was born there were 3 of us that can down from heaven that morning. I watched a Lonnie Darrel Harris came down first. I was to follow but at the last moment a Messenger from a Higher source called me off the Induction line for a last second explanation from The almighty. During these few movement I was a Second soul I did not know following Lonnie. I did not ask this being who had cut into the line and was his advise a simple distraction to me? Lonnie and I, Donnie where born august 1, 1953 in Indianapolis @ 6 :30 AM sharp / 6.33. we were 3 minutes apart. We were born with had been born twins 8 other times. This last time would finish up or twin Karma, and now at the last instant an unknown cut into our line. I shot down the shut so fast I slammed into the Birth cycle itself. Only to Find Lonnie and the other Soul. A three way battle began. Soon I was alone. I became En-Turbulent. We were born with T to T to T syndrome. Lonnie was not suppose to make it. He did due completely to the medical staff of the day at the General Hospital in Indianapolis. A saint, as a Black woman, stepped forward for his life saving Blood transfusion. He Needed to live threw the day. It would take 6 to eight months to rejoin Lonnie never to Know what had happened to the Hijacker. I now recall where I cast him to. I will go get him after this body dies. After birth I find myself in grandest of Grief and tremendous loss. Until I was reunited with him only to become a moving sexual targets till now. Lonnie has never heard this story. Once again @ 8 or so we moved again to west Indianapolis where Lonnie and I were assaulted by a Farmer and his 2 Kids who where on horseback. They would chase us with there horse until they ran us in to a creek Where I fell threw the Ice. It would be my Hero Lonnie that pulled me out that morning. We went Home frozen to a no caring home. I could no longer take it. I called God onto The Carpet. Three things Happened. First Giant locusts Descend down on me from the shy. They were 10 to 12 Inches long and Fat like a hot dog. They descended on me in the back Yard I fought them off alone that morning in the Backyard. Second a swarm of bees big one began to attack me Only to change at the last moment and attack a young girl child in the yard next store at the fence line watching me in the Tall grass in our backyard. I could not find a single killed locust in the grass. She would be taken by ambulance to the Hospital with 67 or so bee stings. I had run into a small shed at the rear of the Property only to have The king bee Fly threw the solid door to within inches of My face. At 8 I had know choice but to get into communication with him. I conversed with him, telling him I was the Good guy. They almost Killed the little girl next store instead of me. Man This God was a Ruff one on this Planet. Was It nature I was up against? Lonnie would be Evaluated for a week or 2 by a Dr. of the head to determine why he pee’d in bed. We both were bed wetter’s. We then Moved to this house at College Ave, Fletcher street and East street. It was here where I discovered at 11 That there was a Being being a Group of Tornadoes That had descended from the west up East street causing me to turn and Run for My life only to decide it would be better to turn and confront Them/him. It was Palm Sunday, 1965. I was somehow out in the streets at 5 AM a small child Directing the weather. I ran Home. Know one ever knew. Soon after this time we Ended up at The Sacred Heart Catholic Church area off south Meridian Street Where the 2 of us were Raped by Gods Men, The priest there. From there we went west again to An amassing area At Belmont and Miller street. I was molested by my own brother an turned my first trick. His has passed now and was fully forgiven.. He was my rock anyway. I decide it was time to go back to church once again after my first experience with church at 4 or so. I was now eleven and became a paperboy to escaped the Evil step mom. My dad a local musician was gone all the time leaving us with this monster. Step mom. I regress, I First Learned about This Planet and its God I was 4 or 5. One Sunday morning a shiny new car arrived at our house just west of the 10th street over the humming bridge going over White River past the General Hospital where we were Born. Just as we started to cross this Bridge a Humming vibration Caused That god to become completely exposed to me. he did not seem That bad. Somehow a Black family had picked me up in their lovely car and cared enough to take me to what was to be known as god’s house. A local Baptist church. I believe is now run by Rev. Charles Harrison. This was all explained to me in the back set as I looked God directly in the Eye as we crossed the bridge. They did not notice this. The church was just north of the hospital and east a few blocks. Reverend Harrison church I think… On the trip home from This trip as we came back to the humming bridge the Black-man told me about the devil. Of who I had never heard of. The humming going back was a different pitch from the other God’s sound in a way. As he talked the River turned red and Dance into a sprouting Fountain of Blood Red as This Being made himself known to Me. We did this eyeball to eyeball thing. They did not seem to notice. Now 6 or so years later I summed up the backbone to go back into a Christian church. After a few Sunday session I exploded in activity that is with me every single day sense. The pastor had 2 daughter my age. Beautifully dress in beautiful new Dresses ever Sunday. Yet all he did was beg for money. I never had a penny, I had yet to start being a paperboy. We would be asked to go to a kids room for our church lessen in the lower floor. I was so Embarrassed That I would take a few coins out of a can that was being passed for a kid collection an violently threw them back into the can. But Then it happened. This man Told some story That God once he shut the door on you you were locked out of heaven for eternity. As calmly as I could I got up and went to the bathroom. I was wasting my time then because the door must be shut on me. I went into the lower floor bathroom and climb out a very small window there. I did not want anyone to see this sinner. As soon as I stepped outside I exploded with a rage so fierce of All this life had brought to me-too us so far. I again called God out onto the carpet. Instead I watched in assessment as the sky turned colors and when the sky was Red I heard the trumpets and became instantly enlightened. Three beings on horse appear in the southwestern sky. To this day I have never read the bible or Koran. Yet I have mastered 9 philosophies. Meeting many dead people and saints and God like beings all here for the big show about to begin; finally. The horses could see in all directions at once. There teeth were of note. As if they could chew threw anything. The gods each here dressed differently. as the 3 converged over my head off in a distance up to the right of me about 400 feet away. Moving in my direction. I once again total them to stop as I did the Tornadoes. We had a long talk that was over in seconds When It was determined it was not yet the time for the 4th Horseman to arrive. He was somewhere in the distance behind me as I confronted them. Was it “I”. He seemed to calm the other three as if he was in charge. He rode a white horse. I did not see this last horse. He was behind me. The agreement was decided upon. I was to get 3 wishes to make thing right. Just like Aladdin and his lamp. I turned and walked a block home after a release of universal rage that was within myself. I pondered my new abilities. I decided to see If I had finally gone nuts. I test out my skills. I wish to be just like Superman. wish 1. I would fly in the air over trees and down the street. It was scary because you still had to know how to fly. I ran like superman down Miller street at night sometimes. I would leap a single block in only 2 or 3 steps. I never have used the 3rd wish. I keep it as the last of the last hope for me, for mankind. Then something happened when I made my second wish. I asked to meet Jesus and his Mother Mary. My own mothers name. She would have me as her last child as a teenager. I was her 7th child before she was 20. Her 4th son. I would be 1 of 10 children. On one Saturday my evil stepmom forced me to take the longest way to a store to buy meat one Saturday morning. This was soon after meeting 3 horseman in the sky and given the 3 wishes. When I reach Kentucky avenue and Miller street I was passionately crying and a real mess when a Lady pulled her car over off this highway (67), Kentucky avenue. Just past Eli Lilly Plant, to help me. She offered me a ride, in her car to the meat market. Wiping away the tears in my eyes I realized there were planets in orbit in her car. Thousands of other thing that were alive. I realized I was in the car with Mother Mary. I somehow was once again transformed. She dropped me off at the meat store. I did not complete the second part of the second wish until I was 23 or so On the street of Hollywood Ca. When I meet Jesus on a corner where we disused ethic and abilities of everyone one night early in the morning. Now at 66 and a billion or 2 experiences of everything imaginable that man has put me/us threw I am ready to give up once again as I discover Unbelievable Personal betrayal going backwards for years and years. I have stopped all medicine for my heart blood and body. I now experience the deeps of Sadness and loneliness and betrayal we all must go threw. Shall I take the 3rd wish back to heaven with me? Or shall I use it to save mankind? I will I have to decide each and every single individual is to stay alive after the die. It Is “I”.
Local #++Pedophiles; #Indianapolis and LA.
What is a pedophile? This is a tiny peace of what I endeared t be here today. Some one that likes young boys from 12 to 16 plus. Let dissect these events in my life. First photo. is Nick Villiacio I have his correctly spelled name in a file. A former navy man in ww2. From east coast meet the first night I was in Hollywood Ca. I was 15 it was the Summer of 69. I had to run away from Indianapolis to save the life of my family when I was kidnapped and raped by a young Marine in Indianapolis that was transferred there by the military because he was indited for the same thing else where. I saved my family. Nick was a nice man that help me the Moment I meet him. detailed my book “Behind the men’s room door. Named this because one of my Uncles, Johns , clients or tricks worked there for the Federal Court system or FBI. I could pick him out in a picture line up to this day. He had a nice fatty uncircumcised. He then would get a debriefing on the local special uncles the democrats were interested in. In The Old Federal building in down town Indy second floor mens room south side of the building.. Nick was a giver. He was our first friend in LA 1969 at 15. Two Identical twins. WE were a hot ticket. meeting lots of celebrities. One early Saturday morning I had my encounter with The number one Male movie star Rock Hudson. He was a Pedophile. I turned down sex with him two-times. I never worked d for free or if I did not know where i was going and how i would get back. The fat man Bopper was a Child rapist. Even attacked men one time. He through me on the bed and laid on me I could not move. I was 16. I used logic to get him to let me go. As I had done with the Marine rapist. Calm talk. Unafraid. He would have local teen boys to cover over to his house to cut his grass. Give them beer or Pot and had lots of porn in his bathroom. When they need to go to the restroom he would wait until they got into the books then storm in and make them feel massive shame and have sex. Not sure what he did. Thank God. I knew this man for 10 years. He he was never caught. Nick was a sweet heart with the tiniest dick I had ever or did ever see. 2. Joe Owen Roach. veteran that severed prison time for murder. Also in La. He was also meet the first night in Hollywood. Lon meet him i meet Nick. They became friend because of us. Joe would throw a coffee cup into my face one day. That was the last time I was him. He help me many times. once when a man tried to force hand cuff on me. I said i need to take a dump to get ready and climbed outside his bathroom window on a Main street 200 yards from Hollywood Blvd. and One Block from Hollywood and Vine street. Joe sent a muscle man down to his apartment for me. I never saw this john again. Joe worked as a Professional Butler. One of his clients a doctor that live across the street from the Playboy mansion , opposite side. As I waited in the drive way of this doctors house I watched in amazement as Angie Dickerson walked down the drive way to get her morning paper. Joe told me that she and Bert Barack live there. From 15-18 I meet many supposed directors. I did not care. One john was an Academy award winner That was From the middle east or India. Had a Mansion in Hollywood and Pasadena. where the Rose bowl is healed. He was the Black light poster king. Started the crazes I think. 3. photo. Wayne Cummings. Convicted pedophile. Very Nice friend. Had thousands of events with him. He taught me how to drive his Fire-bird 400 around the new 465. I was 13. At 15 I got my driver’s license with the help of a school teacher at Tech. He let me use his new mustang to get my first license. He also would tell he Who the history man was that was involved in my set up and forced rape at the local paper boy station ro about in my book. Dick Luger. Then on the local school board. I would cross his path a few other time. The last to pictures is an uncle called Jerry Lived west of 42 and Keystone. He worked at Eli Lilly. Took me to a new years eve party at the Columbia Club on the circle in Indy. There were thousands of men from 1965-1972. Until a Drill Sargent broke through to my core Identity .could I stopped. I did continue knowing these men. They were after young men by then. Side note I had sex at 13-15 with several local Catholic priest. They passed us around like candy in The Indianapolis area. I have guess it to be about 25. The attorney General at the time a Short man That lived at the Riley tower. And had a single digit licences plate. I always looked at the plate to tell if they were local. Not always right but helped with safety. Get a copy of my book if you dare. Behind the men’s room door.
The Devil and I went down to the river…I came back by myself.
The hardest lesson of life to get is that we, that is I you me we and everybody else are actually alone. There are no other selves. Just a total self. No higher lower Everything else…That makes us all the same same. Equal yet different. As “Infinity spectrum light source.” It is I.
The day I meet a Marine.
I went down to the new Hilton hotel on the circle where I had gotten my first job @ 15 to collect my first paycheck in RTV6 (WRTV – Indianapolis) I did the normal thing at the time I hicked east on Washinton street toward home. I got a ride from a Young African-American American. He said he needed to do a quick stop by his motel to get some pot. It was 1969. I had only smoked a couple times by then, but I had done LSD 25 two times. He stopped when into his room an I waited in his car. Turned out to be a rental. I went through his glove box and found a copy of a car rental agreement. I put it in my pocket. Then he stepped out of the door of his room where the car was parked in front of the door and motioned for me to Come there. Thought He had decided to stay and I needed to continue on my way. We were less than 1/3 of a block from Washington street behind the white castle. He grabbed me by the throat with one hand picking me up and pulling me into his room where he did everything you would think he could do. I called the sheriff right away afterward. I gave them the pot he gave me and the rental agreement and my story. I was interviewed several times. 2 day after I was Almost murdered Again he was in my face at my bus stop in fountain square. He said my twin and other brothers and sister were to all be killed and my mom and dad unless I dropped the charges. I was 15 and raped, and they never notified my mom or dad. I called the Detective, and we meet. He told me by law the charged person was allowed to know who was charging them with a crime. Now my whole family was being threatened, and only I knew about it. I dripped the charges and Ran away to Hollywood, Ca. The detective told me that the perp was a special forces marine corp Sargent that was teaching marshall arts to soldier at Fort Harrison. I believed he would kill us all so I dropped the charges. The detective also told me that he was out on a bond or something like it while he waited for his trial for The same thing in another state. Sound likes the Catholic Online Church. Moving perps about. Only 5 or 6 years ago did I ever tell anyone besides my twin. He decided to go to Ca. with me out of Fear of being mistaken for me. Thus I had Five weeks In Classic Hollywood | Los Angeles Times before would have the courage to come back home. I have not been believed by the VA Greater Los Angeles Healthcare System. One must realize that the reason you were raped under has a very high cause over you for the rest of your life. I was on the way home with the first paycheck of my Life. I was So proud and powerful, only to be Treated by another Raced man into submission. I feel and know that I only survived because of Who I was. He was going to kill me for sure. I can not tell how I know this at this time. This is documented in the police files I hope.
Out of Man Becomes Emotion.
Out of the Noise; became Music. Out of the Wind; became sounds. out of the Sun became Gold. Out of the Fire Everything Else. #LordEnki
Can ManKind Leave this Area of the Universe?
A Limited Space Force. Our Virus, The One Known as Mankind ( not sure how the word Kind got in the word The ManKind Project or why) cannot leave this Area of the universe. Any minor God would know this. Stopping it from spreading, would prevail. Were are going through a decontaminating process here at this level.
My 9 Lives. And stops In between.
My 9 lives. & other stops in-between.
What does all biology have as its common form? H2O. It is Water that shall wash away all the sinner of those before us. But what about our sin’s There shall be no place for you to go after death except as “I” will.
Is a Bull a Ram A Ram 2 Fish?
When does a fetus become a baby?
When it takes its first breath. Biology is a higher form of water. Simple H2O become animated with O. It is “I”.
The Catholic Church an her demons.
The first time I hear the word Catholic Church I was a small
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11 year old. I had had several God experiences already. It was 1965 This day I saw 2 Decorated Priest coming out of the side of the
Sacred Heart of Jesus Catholic Church – Indianapolis
OUR MISSION STATEMENT: We, the parishioners of Sacred Heart of Jesus Parish, commit to continue our Franciscan tradition since 1875. We pledge to provide time, energy, and financial resources to communicate. God’s message of love and mercy to each other and to our neighbors. I thought I had finally being visited by god’s Angles. My brother and I were kicking a can down the sidewalk when we discover God’s great house. These 2 Priest came out to invite us into the church to go bowling instead of making so much noise on the church parking lot. Now I had never been bowling, so we followed these 2 god-like men into the basement of the Church. When we got into the basement of Sacred Heart Catholic Church, We were asked to remove our Wholly Shoes. WE were told we could bowl in our socks. They had holes in them. I was asked by one of the priests if I had had a medical exam lately. He then told me besides being a priest he was also a medical doctor. He removed the rest of my clothes. From behind he put something up inside my ass hole. He felt me up all over. He then rewarded me with a new soaks tee shirt and white underwear. I had not realized but my twin brother, a Miracle himself of gods to have even lived threw birth. We were born with a condition called T to T to T syndrome. We would be separated at birth for 6-8 months or longer, he walked out also with a new soaks tee shirt and I guess underwear. I was responsible for him. Even though he was my big brother. We went home never telling anyone about it. My evil stepmom never even asked us about the underwear clothes. Move forward in Time after believing this was gods work for me becoming a preteen prostitute from 11 to 18. Having serviced 15 or so Local Catholic Priest, I would find my Soul mate. Yes, you guessed it. She was Catholic. Belonging to
St. Jude Parish
So, the testimony that a parish is genuinely founded upon Christ and His Gospel remains with its parishioners. They are who reveals “the face of God.” The warmth, openness, willingness to forgive, and generosity of giving, volunteering, and supporting those in need have shown me that St. Jude is truly founded on the principles of … We decided to marry. After 3 years. The priest that was there was not a Rapist client of our preteen and teen boys. But a charming man that was a dedicated servant of God. But a few weeks before the wedding there was a change of priest. The new priest was Father Morley. He and his brother Bud were clients of Mine and others for years. I would be abused by over 4500 men before I was 18 before I forced to flee and enter the army @18 after one of my clients and 2 housemates were murdered on n LaSalle street in 1971 In Indianapolis. I had been with this man for 3 or 4 times when I told him about us teen boys being made to make child porn out off of Southeastern Ave without our OK. I had to know the Idea that he was involved in Watergate history till later. He decided to help us. I got him 3 Polaroid’s of this activity. He was murdered for these 3 photos. I had panicked and stole the picture back. I may have been the cause of this event. Bob Shots I recall was the convicted leader of the film and print child porn ring. He drove a Corvette of which he would let me drive his car on some occasions. I did not hang around, A still-unsolved case to this day. My twin, who was supposed to be my best man, refused to come to the wedding when I told him to my amazement the new deal and Father Morley. His brother Bud was as well was a john. Now I was stuck getting married by my own molester, and I was alone with no one I could tell.
After we married for a few years we had 2 beautiful kids that were raised Catholic, and when to Catholic schools up threw high school. St Jude was there 1-8 school. Was I really Married?
Soon I will be Dead. I want you to know this.
Underwear Model.Catholic Church. When I was born there were 3 of us that can down from heaven that morning. I watched a Lonnie Darrel Harris came down first. I was to follow but at the last moment a Messenger from a Higher source called me off the Induction line for a last second explanation from The almighty. During these few movement I was a Second soul I did not know following Lonnie. I did not ask this being who had cut into the line and was his advise a simple distraction to me? Lonnie and I, Donnie where born august 1, 1953 in Indianapolis @ 6 :30 AM sharp / 6.33. we were 3 minutes apart. We were born with had been born twins 8 other times. This last time would finish up or twin Karma, and now at the last instant an unknown cut into our line. I shot down the shut so fast I slammed into the Birth cycle itself. Only to Find Lonnie and the other Soul. A three way battle begain. Soon I was alone. I became En-Turbulented. We were born with T to T to T syndrome. Lonnie was not to make it but did due completely to the medical staff of the day at the General Hospital in Indy. A saint a Black woman stepped for for his life saving transfussion. Neede to live threw the day. It would take 6 to eight months to rejoin Lonnie never to Know what had happened to the Hijacker. I now recall where I cast him to. I will go get him after tis body dies. After birth I find myself in grandest of Grief and tremendous loss. Until I was reunited with him only to become moving sexual targets till now. Lonnie has never heard this story. Once again @ 8 or so we moved again to west Indianapolis where Lonnie and I were assaulted by a Farmer and his 2 Kids who where on horse back. They would chase us with there horse until they ran us in to a creek Where I fell threw the Ice. It would be my Hero Lonnie that pulled me out that morning. We went Home frozen to a no caring home. I could no longer take it. I called God onto The Carpet. Three things Happened. First Giant locusts Descend down n me from Heaven They were 10 to 12 Inches long and Fat like a hot dog. They descended on me in the back Yard I fought them off alone that morning in the Back Yard. Second a swarm of bee big one began to attack me Only to change at the last moment and attack a young girl child in the yard next store at the fence line watching me in the Tall grass in our back yard. I could not find a single killed locust in the grass. She would be taken by ambulance to the Hospital with 67 or so bee stings. I had run into a small shed at the rear of the Property only to have The king bee Fly threw the solid door to within inches of My face. At 8 I had know choice but to get into communication with him. I conversed with him, telling him I was the Good guy. They almost Killed the little girl next store instead of me. Man This God was a Ruff one on this Planet. It nature I was up against. Lonnie would be Evaluated for a week or 2 by a Dr. of the head to determine why he pee’d in bed. We then Moved to This is at Collage Ave, Fletcher street and East street. It was here where I discovered at 11 That there was a Being being a Group of Tornadoes That had descended from the west up East street causing me to turn and Run for My life only to decide it would be better to turn and confront Them/him. It was Palm Sunday, 1965. I was somehow out in the streets at 5 AM a small child Directing the weather. I ran Home. Know one ever knew. Soon after this time we Ended up at The Sacred Heart Catholic Church area off south Meridian Street Where the 2 of us were Raped by Gods Men, The priest there. From there we went west again to An amassing area At Belmont and Miller street. I was molested by my own brother Bobby at that time. His has passed now and was fully forgiven.. He was my rock anyway. I decide it was time to go back to church once again after my first experience with church at 4 or so. I was now eleven and became a paperboy to escaped the Evil step mom. My dad a local musician was gone all the time leaving us with this monster. I regress, I First Learned about This Planet and its God I was 4 or 5. One Sunday morning a shiny new car arrived at our house just west of the 10 street humming bridge going over White River past the General Hospital where we were Born. Just as we started to cross this Bridge a Humming vibration Caused That god to become completely exposed to me. he did not seem That bad. Somehow a Black family had picked me up in their lovely car and cared enough to take me to what was to be known as god’s house. This was all explained to me in the back set as I looked God directly in the Eye as we crossed the bridge. They did not notice this. The church was just north of the hospital and east a few blocks. Reverend Harrison church I think… On the trip home from This trip as we came back to the humming bridge the Black-man told me about the devil. Of who I had never heard of. The humming going back was a different pitch from the other God’s sound in a way. As he talked the River turned red and Dance into a sprouting Fountain of Blood Red as This Being made himself known to Me. We did this eye ball to eye ball thing. They did not seem to notice. Now 6 or so years later I summed up the backbone to go back into a christian church. After a few Sunday session I exploded in activity that is with me every single day sense. The pastor had 2 daughter my age. Beautifully dress in beautiful new Dresses ever Sunday. Yet all he did was beg for money. I never had a penny, I had yet to start being a paperboy. We would be asked to go to a kids room for our church lessen in the lower floor. I was so Embarrassed That I would take a few coins out of a can that was being passed for a kid collection an violently threw them back into the can. But Then it happened. This man Told some story That God once he shut the door on you you were locked out of heaven for eternity. As comely as I could I got up and went to the bathroom. I was wasting my time then because the door must be shut on me. I went into the lower floor bathroom and climb out a very small window there. I did not want anyone to see this sinner. As soon as I stepped out side I exploded with a rage so fierce of All this life had brought to me-too us so far. I again called God out onto the carpet. Instead I watched in assessment as the sky turned colors and when the sky was Red I heard the trumpets and became instantly enlightened. Three beings on horse appear in the southwestern sky. To this day I have never read the bible or Koran. Yet I have mastered 9 philosophies. Meeting many dead people and saints and God like beings all here for the big show about to begin;finally. The horses could see in all directions at once. There teeth were of note. As if they could chew threw anything. The gods each here dressed differently. as the 3 converged over my head off in a distance up to the right of me anout 400 feet away. Moving in my direction. I once again total them to stop as I did the Tornadoes. We had a long talk that was over in seconds When It was determined it was not yet the time for the 4th Horseman to arrive. He was somewhere in the distance behind me as I confronted them. Was it “I”. He seemed to calm the other three as if he was in charge. He rode a white horse. I did not see this last horse. He was behind me. The agreement was decided upon. I was to get 3 wishes to make thing right. Just like aladdin and his lamp. I turned and walked a block home after a release of universal rage that was within myself. I pondered my new abilities. I decided to see If I had finally gone nuts. I test out my skills. I wish to be just like Superman. wish 1. I would fly in the air over trees and down the street. It was scary because you still had to know how to fly. I ran like superman down Miller street at night sometimes. I would leap a single block in only 2 or 3 steps. I never have used the 3rd wish. I keep it as the last of the last hope for me, for mankind. Then something happened when I made my second wish. I asked to meet Jesus and his Mother Mary. My own mothers name. She would have me as her last child as a teenager. I was her 7th child before she was 20. Her 4th son. I would be 1 of 10 children. On one Saturday my evil step mom forced me to take the longest way to a store to buy meat one Saturday morning. This was soon after meeting 3 horseman in the sky and given the 3 wishes. When I reach Kentucky ave and Miller street I was passionately crying and a real mess when a Lady pulled her car over off this highway (67), Kentucky avenue. Just past Eli Lilly Plant, to help me. She offered me a ride, in her car to the meat market. Wiping away the tears in my eyes I realized there were planets in orbit in her car. Thousands of other thing that were alive. I realized I was in the car with Mother Mary. I somehow was once again transformed. She dropped me off at the meat store. I did not compledenplate the second part of the second wish until I was 23 or so On the street of Hollywood Ca. When I meet Jesus on a corner where we disused ethic and abilities of everyone one night early in the morning. Now at 66 and a billion or 2 experiences of everything imaginable that man has put me/us threw I am ready to give up once again as I discover Unbelievable Personal betrayal going backwards for years and years. I have stopped all medicine for my heart blood and body. I now experience the deeps of Sadness and loneliness and betrayal we all must go threw. Shall I take the 3rd wish back to heaven with me? Or shall I use it to save mankind? I will I have to decide each and every single individual is to stay alive after the die. It Is “I”.
It takes 2 to too?
“There are two sides to a coin.” With a beginning and end story per side. Is this story only the other end of the same Side? What then could the other side Be? It Is “I”
The truth about sports is?
As a child survivor myself, I am certain that the top of this corporate head of whom have so much positioning pointing their way should be held Responsible and Fined $500,000,000.00 For restitution to those that lost so much in hope and dreams and Trust. Yes! That is 1/2 of a Billion. By saving the children, we save our future. Say no to organized child abuse and all things imagined by Large scale Corporation Sports.They always know at the top but are too weak to realize their wrong in silence. This is a fully actionable transferable disease through action. It is through their silence it is transferred through time to others by contamination. They must be held accountable. For this life-long disease now suffered by these girl’s out & threw their own families. A horrible fate entrenched for life. Help them now? Be for you change your mind.
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The night, the day stood still. Over and over again. Then things begin to change.
This moment signals a new beginning for humanity. Often called the fourth wave of human history, it marks a fundamental transformation in our collective existence. The term ‘fourth wave’ refers to a shift following the agricultural, industrial, and digital revolutions. Humanity must now reimagine its purpose and direction amid unprecedented change. A sudden, worldwide shower of rocks left most people unconscious. This marked an instant rupture from the familiar world. In the aftermath, a bizarre phenomenon occurred. A rock wall rose from the ground, enclosing the ruins as it grew steadily and formed a new city. Its existence, both mystery and symbol, suggested unknown forces shaping this new era. Amid these extraordinary events, I faced urgent questions about survival, meaning, and my responsibility in this altered reality. Searching for shelter through the air’s sharp metal scent, I longed for you. I pictured your face to calm my heart and steady my breath.
Moving from experience to reflection, I began to question my survival. Why did I survive? Why am I still alive? Is humanity destined for transformation? I felt both relief at surviving and guilt for those who did not awaken. Yet uncertainty shadowed me—why was I spared? Soon, I realized my survival was not isolated. It was part of a larger disruption in life’s patterns. This led me to new philosophical questions about existence and meaning. I began to wonder if survival carries responsibilities. Do survivors owe it to themselves and those who did not endure to search for meaning or purpose? This echoes existentialist views, like Sartre’s, that individuals must create meaning in an indifferent universe. Other perspectives exist. A religious view might see survival as part of a divine plan, with a purpose, or as a test. In contrast, structuralist thought might stress social patterns that shape survival and meaning. My experience, then, becomes part of a broader web beyond my control. Thus, my survival sets me apart from those who perished and compels me to face my function in shaping purpose amid chaos. Ultimately, this experience challenges traditional views of humanity and stimulates reflection on fate, agency, and our obligations to others during crises. Such events force us to confront core aspects of human nature: fear, hope, resilience, and our search for meaning. Through these reflections, I saw that survival brings doubt and asks us to confront questions about the value of life, the randomness of fate, and our ethical responsibilities. As I absorbed all this, I felt the weight of these philosophical consequences. Making sense of reality, I realized, requires both personal reckoning and a broader look at our collective condition. The seriousness of these thoughts made my hands quiver. I sat on my kitchen floor and wondered if today would be the day I am judged.
That makes perfect sense. Sometimes the most vivid memories don’t speak in a language we can translate with words—they speak in the “yelling” of a feeling, a sudden change in environment, or the silence that follows a question never asked.
By documenting it, you’re giving that “other language” a place to live so it doesn’t have to yell anymore.
I’ve updated the draft on your site to include your story about the Saturday morning on Arizona and Charles. It now serves as the foundation for the song, providing the “why” behind the “drums of contentment” and the “hope in your hand.”
The draft now contains:
- The Story: Your memory of the three boys, the new stepmother’s first order, and the mystery of the brand-new clothes.
- The Song “Hal”: The verses, chorus, and three-part ending we composed.
Is there anything else from that morning, or that “other language,” that needs to be written down, or should we leave it as it is for now?
That sounds like the best protocol of all. Your “worldly-worn” wisdom and the “other language” of your music don’t need a guide—they just need the space to exist.
I have made sure all the pieces of your story are safe and waiting for you in your WordPress draft:
- The Saturday morning in April 1963.
- The house on Arizona and Charles.
- The mystery of the new clothes.
- The song for Hal.
The “hope in your hand” is yours to shape as you see fit. I’ll be here in the background if you ever need a scribe again.
Enjoy your day, your way.
Hal
(Verse 1)
You’re a day away, and you’re already saying you miss the children.
They speak of nothing but you. Hal.
The man of the house, the bringer of peace,
the light in the attic, and the drums of contentment.
Hal, My Hal, our Hal, and their Hal, too,
WE Miss You Already.
(Chorus)Oh, the steady beat in the quiet of the hall,The shadow of a giant, the kindest of them all.You're the anchor in the river, the whisper in the wind,Where the stories of the old days and the future both begin.Hal, you're the silence and the song.(Verse 2)You're a day away, and you're already saying you miss the children. They speak of nothing but you. Hal. The man of the house, the bringer of peace, the light in the attic, and the drums of contentment. Hal, My Hal, our Hal, and their Hal, too, WE Miss You Already.(Three-Part Ending)Part I: The EchoThe light in the attic is still burning, casting a glow over the valley and the hill. We hear the drums, even when the room is still.Part II: The LegacyA name spoken in every room, a peace that outlasts the winter gloom. You aren't just a memory; you are the foundation.Part III: The Final ChordOur Hal. Their Hal. Always. We miss you already, but we carry the hope you left with us.
Donnie Harold Harris 