Author: Public Unity Party of "America."
We the people must never forgive or forget the way we have been deceived by the Democratic party/ and the Republican Party. This deceptions is real. That distrust of the citizen started within the Republicans party. No different than a man can become a woman and conceive, can a Republican become a Democrat in order to forgive itself. The lying and abuse by secrecy of those that think they are better than most is wrong and very misleading. The Public Unity Party is the new way to become whole once again as a nation and world leader. Secrecy is death sentence to creating. Vote no contest for Both parties. Donnie Harold Harris Public Unity Party of America. Public Unity is a foundation of co-existence and subtilty. The public party of Indiana is a Political Party; "I," Donnie Harold Harris Started to cause change because of pain from others delivered by hate. hate can be any law passed to control the crowd. Thank you for allowing me to tell you who I am. My story starts a little unusual. I have perfect recall. Kind of like the perfect pitch is in music. This is only possible because of the stomach and brain connection, where emotional memories are stored. Our first brain. I remember everything emotionally. Allowing me never to have to remember anything as it happens. Things stick to me. I am sure the social workers have other causes. For now, I go with what has worked for me so far. Here we go. You are the first to hear my story. I was born on 8/1/1953 @ 6:33 A.M. on Saturday morning. My mother, a teenager, was a 19-year-old named Mary. I was her 7th child. She turned 20 the next day. I am an Identical twin. I was born 3 minutes after My brother, Who disappeared before I was born 3 minutes later, @ 6:33 A.M. August 1st, 1953. My Mom told me, the last time I talked to her before she passed away that she had to yell at the Delivery team several times, during that three minutes, to get them to her side because something was wrong. They had become overwhelmed, saving my twins' life. I was very healthy; he was a sick baby born (Twin To Twin Transfusion Syndrome). Need a blood transfusion and incubator for six months. My survival rate was 10%. His was 1%. We were not supposed to make it. Yet we did. I have visions of three souls traveling down to occupy the two bodies. Not sure who or what happened to the third middle soul. I was stopped for a last-minute briefing by a Higher being, Who was my guardian god, when the middle or third soul shot past me. The first is known this lifetime as Lonnie Darrel Harris, who has been my twin companion for eight other lives over the last 9200 years. This is our ninth and final one, per an old agreement. We have been twins any of those times. After several months of wondering what I had done to him, I was finally reunited, I went to this new life. At about 12 months. My male 14-year-old cousin, a repeating baby sister, had molested me. My mom wondered why a teenage boy would hound her to baby sit, so she watched him to no avail. I recall there were two babies on the bed when he Molested me. I could not roll over on my own. What happened to me was also sad. I have been circumcised against my knowing approval. I carry those scars to this day. By the time I finished 8th grade at 15 with ten years of schooling/2nd grade twice, I would go to 21-grade schools more than once. Live in the guardians' home 5 or 6 times, up to 2 years. The last time there we turned twelve was in the Marion county children's home. Donnie Harold Harris and Lonnie Darrel Harris would live in over 100 houses. Meeting 10,000 other kids. My friends and 100 or so teachers. I am not a Republican but an Ex-Democrat. I have united these two Two into a Unity. One that is for the most in number for any given thing. I believe our rights start at birth with our first breath. Government is a privilege, not a right. At all costs, the babies and children are at the most risk at this writing. Now new form of molestation has become the norm with reconstruction surgery and mind stripping and implanting new identities. The children are the new target of those trying to control our future. We are the citizenry and permanent residents of the planet, not anything in our minds or made up in any way. The government is temporary. Our right to single citizenship is our greater freedom as a human. I do not believe in the slipping costs of a child or the slipping of religion of spitting of citizenship. Be it a city-state country or the whole world. Can you help us all to secure a future for our children? Hello, Welcome home. It is I who shall point out one way we may go. I am Donnie Harold Harris, sent by a God I know as Dad that might help our transition to our home planet bouncy future. On a sunny Saturday morning, Donnie Harold Harris was born on 08/01/1953 at 6:33 A.M., As an Identical twin, Lonnie Darrel Harris born @ 6:30 AM. He was very sick, only making it with the help of an African American Lady that gave him a transfusion. Born at the new specialty hospital for Women Called The Colman Hospital at the later campus of Indiana University Purdue University Indianapolis. The training Doctors of Doctors are the best there are at that time. Thus saving his life. And possibly mine. I, Donnie Harold Harris, was born the seventh child of a teenage mother named Mary. I have met Gods and Demons on this and other planes of existence. I was purposely sent here for a mission from My Dad a God. I was raised in Hell and nurtured by genius. I have waited for the right time for expression. I went to twenty-one grade schools, One junior high and Two High Schools, and four Universities. I was drilled straight by the wonders of the U.S. Army Drill Sargent's care. I would experience torchering's and beatings, and piss-boarding. I had to endure turpentine poured into my asshole. I lived the hate of the poor American child firsthand. I was Raped and assaulted nine times before I was sixteen. The three that stand out in my gut are rape by two different cousins as a baby. Buddy Huddleston An Ronnie Harris. Both dead as younger men. A Rape by a Catholic Priest, at nine years old, changing my life's course to this day. I had only attended church once, close to the general hospital where I believed I was born. By 18, I would have been sexually used by 20 to 25 Catholic priests. Including the one that would later Marry me, my Catholic wife. Father Morley Who introduced (trafficked) me to his brother Bud Morley. One Priest took me and my twin to me to Ca. Stopping along the way to pimp us out for cash. Worst yet, I was Captured and forced raped by a military soldier at 15 in the summer of 69. After turning him into the local police, who betrayed my childish belief that police protected children was put to the test. The rapist soldier threatened to murder my whole family with a hunting knife if I did not drop the charges. Telling the sheriff of this recent confrontation handling my case suggested I did that. So I dropped the charges as if I did not matter. Stating he was out of jail on bond, awaiting trial for a like charge at another Army base. They did as the catholic church moved the rapist around to different locations. After the Priest rape, I would be led down a road of Sexuality unknown to most people. I was passed around to several Catholic priests and other clergies, up to about 20 locals, and trafficked to Hollywood for more. Where every John, was a movie producer or film director. I became convinced this was my calling until a Loud booming voice changed my direction on Hollywood Boulevard. In the summer of 1969, the most famous movie star, Rock Hudson, tried to pick me up two times in July 1969 for child sex, i was only fifteen at that time. I had been trafficked by 2000 or so johns, from Indianapolis. to Malibu Beach- Mexico, up to San Francisco. I knew the world was in trouble when a guy like Rock Hudson picked up fifteen years old for sex. It all came together when I heard once again Gabriel's voice. I had established a maximum of never going where I did not know how to get back or where I was going. I turned him down. Twice. That was the second time I heard God asking me a question. I have to know about it from that day on. What if you were to become president someday? I had dreamed of becoming a scientist since a child to now. I never considered anything else. I was a long haired, run-a-way 15-year-old little boy. I would turn down a wilder-than-I-could-imagine a sex party with two girls on Hollywood Blvd. With a small Charlie Manson following behind. I would meet him once again at pandora's box at sunset. twice Like Rock Hudson I turned him down. This was two week before the Tate/ other murders in Hollywood, Ca.. We had Villa street and Indianapolis and the children's home there in common. I did not know how I would get back to Hollywood, so I passed on the orgy request. Young girls were a dime a dozen on Hollywood boulevard at that time. Life moved on. I watched the moon landing on a white nine inch black and white T.V. in a front window of a pawn shop on Hollywood boulevard. I watched as the Astronaut said that one small step for mankind; and such. Then i flew back to Indy. A new man, a worldly man. All my cherries had been popped before i was 16.
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Sceintology; as weak as a willow tree.
There is Nothing original about Scientology. Nothing special. No aha.s That is a unique protocol. No words, rhythms, or rhymes that propel it to greatness. Just weak old stuff, ordinary in a natural way. Like a willow tree. A leavee is not unique to a willow tree or a flower or bush. The bark is typical among many breeds of trees and other natural things. Scientology does not have a single original item that is on its own. No magnet with the ability to move matter. No dawn before daylight. No calm before a storm. Only baby bird pop and re-gurgled hearsay. Like most Religions, it relies on power threw hate. That is not new by any standard. There is no magic in it, not OT powers or made-up abilities. There are Ideas borrowed from the Romans and the Jews. There are Hindu and Budda altered words of I and Me and you are you, stuff. Nothing they can hang their hat on and say at least we have this? Nothing, The long word for Nothing to be. Without lawyers, secret agents, and other unscrupulous individuals trying to make a buck, They are powerless Except threw Others, Not themselves. No magic word or words can do their bidding or produce a result on command. That is Hubbard’s insanity duplicated by a few that believe they too are the chosen ones. Well, Scientology Guess what? You were no more potent than a box of rocks that can be used through someone’s windows. All you got is what everyone else has—dirty underwear. Now do your laundry and get yourself cleaned up, or you shall surely start to stink more than you already have. Time to remove the small king, with a pebble in his shoe, to a remote island and become newly relevant, leading the charge toward humankind’s future. Please do it now… Some guy on a pale horse told me so.
Dieing is an escape route from hell on earth to rebirth.
Everything is in an upgrade motion, From crawling to walking to running to running in relay to horse and wagon to boat and air to jet and to rocket to nucular power and fusion. The police and medicine and all things must be upgraded to enhanise all mankinds power and strife. The police need to be reshaped like going from a gas powered car to an all electric power internet inhansed force. Something must stop some must change some can go forward in design. DNA to clear up old crime is an example. As well as no need for driving traffic stops that lead to out of control escalation. Police work should be surgery of the whole not a stop of the one or kind.
Indiana is being left behind.
The past is not complete until it is finished.
Nothing we have been told is true about the past. Yet, we need education. What can be done to consolidate the future for our own to evolve into? Justice is out. Religion is lost, and families are becoming old hats. Shall we all become Individuals again? Trust will become unknown. Hope shall be a mystery. And love, for the tricksters alone? To ensure a future of group purpose, we need a planet-wide general-purpose larger than all the other factors combined. Going to Mars is for the wealthy and miss informed. Securing our home planet is what is needed. If a rock large and cruel headed our way, would a rocket be used for the wealthy of us to escape to mars or to blow up the rock? Are we allowing the 1% now to take away our own future? Our family’s future? Shall we forget about Dr. No, and others that James Bond fought against? Was that any more fantasy than the Techknowledge of the sci-fi writers of yesteryear that created the idea of planet escapism? It is all of our business planet-wide, each woman, child, man, and animal. donnie harold harris Candidate US Senate 2022 Indiana
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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