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‘Look, it is a God.’

Posted on by Public Unity Party of "America."

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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Like Religion has Medicine surpassed it ability to make rational decisions.

Posted on by Public Unity Party of "America."

It is easy to see where religion has strayed with the emergence of atheism, Buddhism, Jehovah’s Witnesses, Mormonism, Islam, and the long, corrupt history of the Catholic Church. Their actions have often resulted in the oppression of women, including imposing restrictive clothing and attempting to control children through education. 

Over 90% of nuns identify as lesbians, while a small percentage fulfill traditional roles associated with male sexual desire. This is part of the natural state of a female’s body, including menstruation, which has been used as a diversion. It has allowed specific individuals to exploit and sexualize children while silencing those who might challenge these abuses.

There are millions of children worldwide suffering under this supposed religious care. These are the true devils and monsters that Jesus warned us about. Lacking clarity or understanding, many parents allow the church to manipulate their daughters, converting them into submissive individuals. This has created a system of control, with the potential for blackmail keeping them quiet and compliant. 

Additionally, the field of medicine has also become tainted by greed, resulting in a division within the healthcare system. Pharmaceuticals serve as a new form of power, demanding lifelong dependence, much like a religious practice. Are we, as a human race, doomed by medicine and its various forms? No.

Brick by brick, we can take down that wall. Religion, like aspirin, can be beneficial for health, but it is not a substitute for health. You can choose whether to take an aspirin at your discretion, just as you can choose whether to drink, despite the church’s historical control over alcohol and its negative attitudes toward drugs.

As a candidate for the office of the President of the United States and as the Vice President of Germany, I make this promise: we need a complete retraining of all doctors. This retraining should not focus on techniques but rather on their knowledge of non-monetary healthcare models. All education must be free and fully funded as a prerequisite for their work.

I will announce my candidacy for these offices as an Independent political candidate in 2028. We need to “drain the swamps” for a purpose: to build a new model for the future of humankind, regardless of gender, and to provide children with a guiding framework for their lives. I will need your help, your time, and your support to turn my dream into our shared vision and the dreams of those who struggle to envision a better future.

I stand for the Public Unity Party-432. “Color is one shade that can be divided into millions of shades of self.” It remains colored, regardless of the shade. Religion and its placebo medicine are similar—both can be broken down into numerous parts.

I envision a new form of education that incorporates innovative training methods to foster independence and promote reflective learning. After we drain the swamp, let’s build a reimagined future through a transformation of education in both religion and healthcare. We have never needed more than one Jesus; the excess has only caused confusion.

The future is not determined by prophecies; they are often wishful thinking from uncertain sources. Our dreams can manifest if we believe in them. For instance, there are troubling realities involving children and the influence of religious care, which can lead to their exploitation. This echoes the dire warnings that Jesus provided. Without clarity or understanding, some parents allow churches to take their daughters and transform them into hollow shells, used and abused for the benefit of those in power. 

Furthermore, medicine has been tainted by greed and corruption. Pharmaceutical companies have become the new authority, demanding unquestioned obedience. Just as some pray daily for their entire lives, many are now subjected to lifelong prescriptions. Are we as a human race doomed by medicine and its many forms? I believe we are not.

Brick by brick, we can take down that wall. Religion, like aspirin, can be beneficial for health, but it cannot replace health itself. You have the power to choose your path, just as I do. Together, we can create a brighter future for everyone.

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Why you? Why do you & me equal three?

Posted on by Public Unity Party of "America." 

  The world is full of beautiful things. Yet there is you, and there is me. What are we, and could I be three? Am I a thought? Are we in a Dream? or a place of make-believe? Is this a simulation? Why do I need it? I be me?            All I know is that there was you, and then there was me. I remember Him, Yet how could we be? First, there was Him, and then there was we. Soon, there was her and then all three—a triangle of misconception after the conception of the cause of realizing to him only to realize me. I realized that there was she. Momma, who art thou? Is reality because I think it is? Am I the eye of a needle, a thought, a concept of possibilities, a belief, a reflection, a theme, a song, a play, a way a day, or eight days a week? Are we the make-up of meat? Why dream or scheme and assimilate into higher states or reasons to believe? What am I to believe? Are we solid or water in a bag of skin that thinks conceives and directs something like a song by the wind or a crybaby in wet pants? How can an Idea change the world? What causes belief and need? Why are we? How could we be? Would you help us, please? Are we the wheel inside the wheel inside the wheel? Can I find what it is I am looking for? Why do I see the moon if the sun shines on a rock? Which way do I go? Do  I go with You...  Are there rails along the road to keep us in Or out of something else that may be the best place? Are we stimulated to assimilate into some core concept a higher Ideal or larger self? How Can I live if I have to die? Can I speak and not cry? Can I hold your hand? Can I live or pretend? Am I whole or a Soul? Am I the Trinity like him? There is me, you, and everyone else, and yet I feel like a sham. Shall the toe become the master plan? <eading the foot and the body follows, and I decide what is real or just stuff or fluff a simulation of a deducted play or strategy. Is life's purpose to die a happy man? As I believe so, shall it be? Have I the right to demand? God said I see the light. Not let there be light. God created a Man in his image. Are these the three parts of man and humanity? The heart, the soul, and the mind? With a body through in for good measure? Is God all three? Does God have a body, a hand, a foot, and a hat rake? Does God play God, or is he God? Is a man a man or a woman without a plan? Can a Body say it is free while imprisoned on a planet or a land? What are we escaping from, too? A toenail will die without a toe. What is the plan, humanity? There is no matrix, but there are ideals of interactive make-believe that God is a Man. I have a dream. I need a plan. With your help, we can change how we live in the promised land. Please remember that even the silliest ideas can sometimes lead to breakthroughs and innovations. So, don't be afraid to think outside the box and explore unconventional possibilities. Who knows, your next "silly" idea could be the one that changes everything! So, embrace your creativity and take risks because sometimes unexpected ideas yield the most outstanding results. During the writing process, Grammarly generated responses to the following AI prompts:

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  The world is full of beautiful things. Yet there is you, and there is me. What are we, and could I be three? Am I a thought? Are we in a Dream? or a place of make-believe? Is this a simulation? Why do I need it? I be me?            All I know is that there was you, and then there was me. I remember Him, Yet how could we be? First, there was Him, and then there was we. Soon, there was her and then all three—a triangle of misconception after the conception of the cause of realizing to him only to realize me. I realized that there was she. Momma, who art thou? Is reality because I think it is? Am I the eye of a needle, a thought, a concept of possibilities, a belief, a reflection, a theme, a song, a play, a way a day, or eight days a week? Are we the make-up of meat? Why dream or scheme and assimilate into higher states or reasons to believe? What am I to believe? Are we solid or water in a bag of skin that thinks conceives and directs something like a song by the wind or a crybaby in wet pants? How can an Idea change the world? What causes belief and need? Why are we? How could we be? Would you help us, please? Are we the wheel inside the wheel inside the wheel? Can I find what it is I am looking for? Why do I see the moon if the sun shines on a rock? Which way do I go? Do  I go with You...  Are there rails along the road to keep us in Or out of something else that may be the best place? Are we stimulated to assimilate into some core concept a higher Ideal or larger self? How Can I live if I have to die? Can I speak and not cry? Can I hold your hand? Can I live or pretend? Am I whole or a Soul? Am I the Trinity like him? There is me, you, and everyone else, and yet I feel like a sham. Shall the toe become the master plan? <eading the foot and the body follows, and I decide what is real or just stuff or fluff a simulation of a deducted play or strategy. Is life's purpose to die a happy man? As I believe so, shall it be? Have I the right to demand? God said I see the light. Not let there be light. God created a Man in his image. Are these the three parts of man and humanity? The heart, the soul, and the mind? With a body through in for good measure? Is God all three? Does God have a body, a hand, a foot, and a hat rake? Does God play God, or is he God? Is a man a man or a woman without a plan? Can a Body say it is free while imprisoned on a planet or a land? What are we escaping from, too? A toenail will die without a toe. What is the plan, humanity? There is no matrix, but there are ideals of interactive make-believe that God is a Man. I have a dream. I need a plan. With your help, we can change how we live in the promised land. Please remember that even the silliest ideas can sometimes lead to breakthroughs and innovations. So, don't be afraid to think outside the box and explore unconventional possibilities. Who knows, your next "silly" idea could be the one that changes everything! So, embrace your creativity and take risks because sometimes unexpected ideas yield the most outstanding results. During the writing process, Grammarly generated responses to the following AI prompts: