first god – Donnie Harold Harris

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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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