I looked up from my chair to notice a being coming forward. A stranger, yet, I know him. I returned my glance looking out and over my domain of 166,000,000 being left in my care. A higher calling was once again stirring in my mind. The single being said, You are are needed. I left my domain in a heart beats time. I traveled upstream to meet with my director and was advised it was now time for a mission I was unprepared for. Yet, I went freely. It was A God, A being, a higher being than I, had asked my help once again. I had been watching and had several visits to the distant place, a planet of confussion eight other times. This would be my ninth trip down here. A special planet , an incubator if you will where the possibilities were unparalleled in the universes that I was aware of. A place where one could layer experience in levels of play. As stated in the “Bhagavad Gita”You could build layers of a self on top of each other. As if a Cornice Sea shell. A place where the strongest emotion could change everything for every other being there. As in Arts sciences mind & control, plus A thing called enlightenment. A curious state of mental existence that could free up a being lond enough to clean up himself. Cleaning up of souls. These layer were interconnected like water fire or air is to everything. There seemed to be a missing link in the setup. Beings dive into a new body at first breath to be meet by unknowingness. A washing away all experience of a previous self. Something was wrong with the flow and trapped so many souls down into believing that they were the Body with a soul. It is the two parts envisioned by Zoroasteria. A soul with everything else. Minds included. Only two of eight of eight parts, a body family others all the rest others. All living life all unaware of stuff or every other thing not alive. Become a rock or a race car some time. A soul spirit ,You, then God . The latter continues up and down from these into both directions. It is quite scary full of uncertainty. The missing part, As one feels his was up in life through a mother, a father that are needed for balance of Minds and emotional self. Brothers and sister were like distant planets of other bodies. One could create a whole new world with a wife. Experiencing others working toward a greater success for all. Not just for now but for all past present and Future lives. The mind became miss-guided my different version of the single self by differing layers of minds expersing themselves as independant Ideals. Causing not only self destruction insanity and self indulgence. Wars Pestulants Greed and finally Hate. War and death to all is the final salution. Wars were waged tens of tens of Millions lives would be lost in a small amount of time. Successful importance being placed only on the here and now. I had been down there to this planet many times in the past. I paired my self with a twin on eight other visits. I was given advice by a being at the moment of the final entry into the body being born. Normal protocol is to enter on the first breath. Yet this time something was wrong. As I was being giving last minute advise a being shot past me behind the other mirror being that was to be my twin once again. Our nineth and final pairing. I shot after him as the three of us wrestled the poor woman having us. A 19 year year old girl named Mary, I would be her 7Th child. A father carpender. She was still a teenager. Being born into the lowest caste at that time. Severe poverty. At the last moments I tried to shelter the other twin, Her 6th child, but failed. He struggled for many months in an incubator trying to survive. Needing a blood transfusion complicated the birth. Only a black woman would step forward giving him his life back. She was a saint. He is a warrier. Together, he made it. My protector my guide was going to be fine. Or so I thought. I casted the other being out to the edge of the universe… Hello world; It is “I.” donnie harold harris. Born in poverty at 6.33 Am on a Saturday August first 1953 General Hospital In Indianapolis Indiana. The crossroads of America, crossroads of the world. Lets play… I have waited for 66 years to play.
Donnie Harold Harris 