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Ten steps to surviving childhood with a psycho Mom.


1. Always talk to yourself. Tell yourself everything you need to know. This is your first trip down the road of your life this time. But you have you. 2. Keep everything to yourself unless you were lucky enough to be born with an Identical twin. 3. Breathe deeply; it’s not going to be ok. But you will make it. 4. Always hit the gas. Making others keep up with you can be to your survival advantage. Never accept no for what is a yes. 5. Count your Blessing on one hand. Count your faithful supporters on the other. They are the same. 6. Do not rock the boat. You might get blamed for its sinking. Roll with the punches. No matter where and how they come. 7. Learn everything and collect wealth, even a few Coke bottles. Never run away, but walk to safety. 8. Help others but never beg to exist. Do not fear being broke. 9. Notice how others treat each other and how they treat you. Notice the difference and just live life. If someone mistreats you, move on and make no commotion until later. When you can knock them in the head from the backside. 10. Life is unfair; you are right more than you are wrong. Take no prisoners and reward those who help with lively laughter,,, cookies, and coffee. Grow up and survive. Remember, you have what you have. You are who you are, and your body is your way out. Protect your mind as your pot of gold. Use everything to your advantage and yell for help if you need to, then run like hell.

    Posted in donnie harold harris, life-101, The Public Party, Unity Party of Indiana

    Dead is life.


    Posted in 3RD Party, donnie harold harris, life-101, Public party of Indiana, The Public Party, Unity Party, Unity Party of Indiana, zoroastra

    Making your mark or going out in flames.


    Everyone except those unforchant to be born with a handicap lives are born with a life plan with an overall purpose. That purse is decided before birth in the rebirth canal. This is a spiritual DNA of sorts. We, every single one, are born with it. A destiny like fate. Like location and race, sex, dispassion, and analogy. There are reasons one is born where they are. Roll with it. This is where a Universal destine creats from. This lost footing is the root cause of most mental illness that are phycosomatic. A yet unaligned spiritual DNA is the life plan. A pattern of growth on the mental-emotion bridge. The re-birth canal in the journey from many mansions or heaven down to hell on Earth. You lose your foot because of the layers of abuse in daily existence. Know different than any planet with weather or animal of thirst. A drive to survive is Universal. When that survival is impeded by a steep mountain where one loses self in the mix of the climb, you develop a condition of your existence. They can be minimal or significant, like a congenital disability. Let’s say a tree is in the forest. It must fight or grow in the direction of the sun. Yet it still needs water and ground to make it. You are affected when the trail is too steep or filled with other life that will devour you. The re-birth canal is the journey from heaven to Hell that causing a life of unlimited possibilities, or spiritual life. When one is born there is momma and a family within families of race and overall humankind. If there is no one you die to start over again. There is no personal cause until you start to Make it so.

    Posted in donnie harold harris, Fountain Square, life-101, Public party of Indiana

    My first year or two.


    I was born at 6:33 AM on August 1, 1953. Mom would tell me later in life that after Lonnie Darrel Harris was born, my twin, There was lots of confusion in the delivery room. Lon was the size of a premature baby. He needed lots of care. Including a complete blood transfusion and life in an incubator for months. The blood was provided by a black lady saving his life. As mom lays there watching all the confusion when told someone that something was wrong. She was a teenager that had already given birth to six children and knew something was wrong. She was ignored. After several attempts to get someone’s attention she started to yell, SOMETHING IS WRONG. The doctor came over to calmer her only to discover another baby was coming out. It was Me. I was big and fat. Healthy and alive. She calmed down. Days later she took me home. Be for I left I would have what I call my first 3-way sexual experience. There was me, a nurse and a doctor. The nurse leaned down over my head and stimulated my penis. He breast; a meal, hung over my mouth. The doctor cut the hell out of my penis head. I still can see the damage to it this day in the head area. My instincts to eat and have sex were stimulated at the same time reinforced by intense pain as they talked about something. The only other thing I can recall is being molested by a male cousin ( Buddy Huddleston ) while a tiny thing. I was yet able to roll over. My mom confirmed it before she passed away that she had always suspected him of molesting us children. She said she even spied on him from time to time. I vividly remember playing in a sandbox at Rhodes park as a baby when I turned and a little girl but a hand full of sand into my mouth. It went into my throat. Somehow I survived this incident. No one even noticed my panicking. My dad was a locally famous electric guitar player at the time. One of the few in the area that could play lead electric guitar. At that time it was a new invention. He was a member of many house bands over the years. My Grandpa said he watch him back up Hank Williams at The Lyric theater downtown. Elvis was one he backed up. There is a picture of young Elvis Presley standing outside of a music store on Prospect street in fountain square on the internet. I meet over the years many famous country and western stars. Including Tex Ritter. John Ritter Dad of T.V. fame. Laddie Moore, Hank Snow. On and on. My uncle Bob, ten years older than my dad had housed my dad when he came up from Kentucky at fifteen. They lived next store to My mom’s, mom and dad. When he met my mom already pregnant with her first of ten children at 12 years old. My dad would punish me for pooping in my pants while on a long drive to grandma’s house. I was made to sit in it for a while in front of the rest of the family as punishment.

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    At first there was everything; then there was I.


    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 began. Soon I was alone. I became En-Turbulent. 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 transfusion. Need 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 after 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 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. 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 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 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 contemplate 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”.

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    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”.

    Posted in donnie harold harris, Fountain Square, Indiana, life-101, Public party of Indiana, Unity Party

    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.

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    What is Real Hate/Violence?


      Is Hate the cause of violence?      That is a big NO good buddy.  Hate and violence are two separate things. Hate is a root cause anomaly cause not by Nature but they controlled nurturer. Violence on the Other hand is a Thunderstorm.  The setting sun. Or a sick child.  Man to man violence is caused by the breakdown of mankind’s Group Mind. A larger mind like you have of your own. No one controls this oneness. This is the Mind we all have been praying to for the millennium. Some times miss labeled as God or one of his sons. There have been many called Saints Avatars and gods only son. There have and are many. This time now is a universally end cycle test time. We have many possibilities that  can manifest at this time. Know one knows the when how or by whom EXCEPT those playing at that level of the Group game. There are 13 total in existence on this planet today.  No single one controls it all. You could say there are more than 4 horseman. There total is 13. You Will know them by their deeds.  Lots of mistakes will be made first. But at the end we will make it. Even if you do not.                      How does this Hate get to the lower selves of individualism? Through the control of Information of the past. Those that have control of the past history to teach others create their future that creates the present. Thing going wrong means the past is wrong not the present. The present is controlled through The legal system called moral code and ethics and Is monster 3Rd part Laws.  Scramble the 3 to create lots of Juice and contamination to control through the giving away of rights call Moral codes. Shove down our throats through social media t.v. and movies and Print. Control of YOUR info Will be the DEATH of us all. Pretty soon you will not be able to scratch your own balls even in your own private Living room. They name in the future will be hiding Place.  Ever hear the term Hiding in Plan site? Well get used to it. WE have been doped to our Doom.. You and I. Our roots determine our stability. Our trunk is our strength our limbs future hopes. Can a common storm blow you over Like the home of the 3 little pigs? Good Luck. I will see you in the trenches. Man Is like a tree.

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    Repub’s or Dem’s what is the difference.


    Well, you see a Democrat wants to give everyone a Carrot. That seems fine, BUT, they carry a bull whip if you don’t eat it right. Look at the Prison System Bill Clinton had Built while he was cheating on his wife with many other peoples wives. The Republican, on the other hand, I mean that empirically because they both agree on most things like Population control threw Education and Abortion coming forming a union behind closed doors. They hate Taxes- fuck you and Hey look at me mentality want nothing for the future of anyone. They strip mine everyone into controlled poverty threw Police and bogus laws, They let, a President Nixon, yes a criminal set us all up with this Hate organization called the DEA. They are sometimes a death sqaud but mostly a Thief squad. That, in turn, started a massive campaign against everyone alive in this county through there Infection into local police. They love to steal FREE money, your money. They are no different. The demo’s no more like the Blacks then The Repub’s do. The demo’s say they love blacks. The smart one knows better. They do love the gay crowd knowing soon someday the Black will see that the “right” to survive has been made worse after The civil rights bill not better. They have had it really hard in there and our country. They single-handedly built most of this early nation along with the White Irish slaves and the labor from china. These three groups had it easy compared to our Native Americans of many nations that refused to destroy the Planet and work as slaves. They paid the ultimate price with there loss of everything and almost everyone. The two groups only like themselves over everyone else. Look at the war record of our country some time. We are doing this outrage to the whole world Now. treating 3Rd world people as a lesser Breed of an animal than us. Why, well I will tell you why. They both work for the same master. We know who that is. I have started a Children’s Party. Our Children’s Party called The Public Party. Will you help in our greatest hour? Donnie Harold Harris for the Public Party Of Indiana The children’s party. Get In at ground level why don’t you? http://www.publicpartyofindiana.us We need help in every State.

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    A single Child Can save the world.


    The hard part is finding a Single child that can save the world. That is why we have teachers. They themselves are the fastest learners, as a group, on the planet. They are vital for the soul of the World and our nation. A happy teacher is a happy classroom. A happy classroom is where happy students learn who they are and if lucky why they are. Always respect a teacher as a high level of hope for man and the dreams of mankind.

    Posted in life-101, Unity Party, zoroastra

    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.

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    Out of Man Becomes Emotion.


    b2ec4-unnamedOut of the Noise; became Music. Out of the Wind; became sounds. out of the Sun became Gold. Out of the Fire Everything Else.  #LordEnki

    Posted in life-101, Unity Party

    A union is a working organism at a Differing Degree.


    What Is a Union? It is a finger when you only need a toe. It is “I”

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    Soggy bottom girl


    1. Tell Others The Facts

    What are the first three facts you can tell others? Fact one: Today, 95 percent of child molestation can be prevented. We have the knowledge to stop it. Fact two: Today, living in the United States, there are 39 million adults who have survived child sexual abuse. Fact three: Today, more than three million American children are victims. Most of them are children, struggling alone, believing there is no adult who can help them. To help prevent child molestation from happening to the children closest to you, begin by telling others the basic facts.

    But why you? Shouldn’t stopping sexual abuse be left to professionals – physicians and therapists? Better yet, shouldn’t the police and the courts take care of it?

    Professionals – physicians and therapists – can never put an end to sexual abuse; neither can the police or the courts. Why? Because they come on the scene too late. By the time they get there, the children have already been molested. Only you can get there in time.

    There’s a bigger reason why the professionals and the courts can’t put an end to sexual abuse. They have no permission to talk to a child about sex – unless, of course, they talk to the child after the fact, after the child has already been sexually abused or has abused another child. Only you can talk to your children before anything happens, before any damage is done – to anyone.

    Not In My Family

    What if you are certain there has never been a child molester or a molested child in your family? You are probably wrong.

    Unfortunately, most of today’s children will never tell. They feel ashamed that this has happened to them. They are protecting their abuser because he or she is part of their family. They are protecting other members of their family – saving them from the pain of knowing.

    In spite of the millions of victims in our families, many people stick to their mistaken belief that child molestation has nothing to do with them.

    An estimated one in 20 teenage boys and adult men sexually abuse children, and an estimated one teenage girl or adult woman in every 3,300 females molests children. Although that’s well over five million people, most families mistakenly believe that as far as molesters go, there has never been one in their family, and what’s more, there never will be. Add together the child victims, the adult survivors, and the abusers, and that’s 15 out of every 100 Americans who have been either a molested child or a molester.

    To help prevent child molestation from happening to the children closest to you, begin by telling others the basic facts.

    We Start By Speaking The Same Language

    If we’re going to work together to stop child sexual abuse, we have to speak the same language. We have to mean the same thing when we say “child molester,” “child molestation,” and even “child.”

    Moreover, all of us have to understand the basic facts: What exactly is child molestation? How many of our children are sexually abused? How seriously are they damaged? What are the characteristics of a child molester? What causes someone to sexually abuse a child? Which of our children are most at risk?

    A child molester is any older child or adult who touches a child for his or her own sexual gratification.

    Child molestation is the act of sexually touching a child.

    child is a girl or boy who is 13 years of age or younger.

    What’s the age difference between a molester and a child? It is five years, so a 14-year-old “older child” sexually touching a nine-year-old is an example. This is the accepted medical definition.

    Sometimes, a professional will consider that a molestation act has occurred when the older child is only three years older – a sixth-grader with a third-grader, for instance. The crucial element here is the lack of equality between the two children; the sixth grader is clearly bigger, more powerful, and more “adult-like” than the third-grader.

    We avoid definitions that are ambiguous by sticking to the medical definition. We define “child molester” as an adult or child, who is at least five years older than the child he or she has molested.

    Telling Others The Facts

    If we’re going to protect our children from sexual abuse, all of us have to understand exactly what we mean by the act of sexual abuse. Why? Because one of the greatest obstacles we face is people’s fear of the facts about child molestation.

    For instance, some people who have no idea that sexual touch is vastly different from hugging are afraid to hug a child – especially one who isn’t theirs – because someone might think they are child molesters. You can calm their fears by telling them this fact: Hugging is not molesting. Sexual touch is when an adult fondles the child’s chest, buttocks, or genitals with the direct purpose of sexually exciting himself or the child.

    Can you tell your husband that fact? Can you tell your sister, your cousin, or your best friend? If you can, then you can easily tell others all the rest of the facts.

    The less people know, the more anxiety they feel, and the more they want to run away or pretend that today’s estimated three million sexually abused children don’t exist. Every fact has a calming effect. By telling the people closest to you the facts, you can help those same people become strong adult protectors of the children closest to you.

    How Many Children Are Sexually Abused?

    Three million children! I don’t believe it. How can you possibly know that there are exactly three million child victims?” As you begin to tell others the facts, this is the first question they may ask you. The answer: Of course, we don’t know exactly.

    Children seldom tell. Those millions of children are a secret. They are the secret in family after family after family. Even adult survivors of childhood sexual abuse seldom tell. What we do know from studies of adult men and women is that the number is at least three million. At least three million children are molested before they finish their 13th year. In 1998, there were 103,000 reported and confirmed cases of child molestation. For comparison, at the height of the polio epidemic that struck children in the 1950s, there were 21,000 cases reported in a year. For rubella, there were 57,000 cases reported. For child molestation, those numbers of reported and confirmed molestations are only the tip of the iceberg. For every case reported there are at least two and maybe three more cases that never get reported.

    That’s why we may never know the exact number of child victims. We do know that if we use the conservative estimate that two in every ten little girls and one in every ten little boys are victims (based on the population reported in the 1999 U.S. Census statistical abstract) well over three million children are victims.

    Take a moment to think about that. Three million children is a staggering number of children. That’s 46 National Football League stadiums packed with children who are, today, being sexually abused, and who believe they have no adult to go to for help.

    How Severe is the Damage?

    Some people will say that sexually touching a child does no harm. Some adults will even tell boy victims to “act like a man” and “stop whining.” Other adults are unsympathetic about the experiences of adult survivors. They will say that, no matter what happened in childhood, that is the past. You’re an adult now, so get over it.

    The facts are that sexual abuse does harm the child and that the damage often carries over into the child’s adult life.

    Studies show that this damage can include:

    • difficulty in forming long-term relationships;
    • sexual risk-taking that may lead to contracting sexually transmitted diseases, including AIDS;
    • physical complaints and physical symptoms;
    • depression, suicidal thoughts, and suicide;
    • links to failure of the immune system and to increases in illnesses, hospitalizations, and early deaths.

    In addition to the tangible physical and emotional damage that sexual abuse does to the child, that terrible secret that is held so close by two or three family members can go on to tear at the fiber of the family in generation after generation.

    Who Is The Child Molester? Who Causes So Much Damage To Our Children?

    We want to introduce you to a sexual abuser of children. Keep in mind that far more men than women are abusers. In fact, approximately one out of 20 men, and approximately one out of 3,300 women are sexual abusers of children. Let’s look at a man who has molested children. We’ll call him George.

    George’s Story

    George was a typical teenager. In his twenties, George emerged from his shell, got married, and had two sons. His parents were proud of him, of the family he had established, of the values he taught his children.

    During his thirties, he was promoted to a new position in his company every two or three years. More money, more responsibility, more travel, more stress.

    One day when George was on the road, his wife got a call. Her husband was three states away. He’d been arrested in that state for child molestation. By now George was 43.

    His wife remembers smiling into the phone. She had a flash image – her telling the story about this mistake. “Can you imagine? Poor George, – the most conservative man in the world.” – and how their friends would laugh. She repeated her husband’s name, including middle name. She spelled out the first, middle, and last name. His wife was sure it was somebody else with a similar name. After she was convinced that her husband was the George in custody, her next emotion was fury. Who would falsely accuse a fine man like her husband? Would the lawyer’s fees bankrupt them? What would his boss say? After 20 years of marriage she knew George, knew he was the last man in the world who would ever. . . .

    But did she know George?

    Like most people, George’s wife, when she considered child molestation at all – thought about it only as a sin or a crime. Her husband was simply not a criminal. He had never even had a traffic ticket. He was a regular hardworking man with a great sense of responsibility. If anything, he was a law-and-order guy. He was, like many husbands, concerned for his family’s safety. He was their protector.

    His religion was an important part of his life. Their religious beliefs were important to both of them and to their children.

    And besides that George couldn’t be a child molester, she thought, because they had a vigorous and happy sex life.

    Through the months that followed, George’s wife and his parents received several shocks. He confessed. Yes, he had sexually molested the 10-year-old girl who accused him, the daughter of a man who’d been his friend since high school. Then she found out there had been other victims. He had molested 23 little girls. The number included two nieces, one the daughter of his wife’s sister and, the other the daughter of his own sister. He had also molested several daughters of close friends. His two nieces he had molested over a period of years. Both nieces kept the secret from everybody in the family. In a further shock to his family, he also confessed that when he was 17 and she was in grade school, he had repeatedly molested his stepsister. She also never told.

    George’s larger family is, of course, destroyed. Neither his sister nor his sister-in-law will ever forgive him for sexually abusing their daughters. They also shun his wife. No matter what she says about her innocence, they believe she knew all along and allowed him to molest. His parents are shocked. Both are devastated by their failure to protect George’s young stepsister and their grandchild.

    An Unsuccessful “Success Story”

    Now that you’ve read about George’s 26 years of molesting, what do you think? Is this a success story? His family says yes.

    George’s wife believes George when he says he’s learned his lesson. He’s glad he’s going to jail. He deserved to be punished. It’s as though jail will be his salvation. Now, it’s over. He will never touch a little girl again. In her mind, this severe (and deserved) punishment of a flawed man with a good core is all that is needed.

    His minister believes George too. He’s prayed with him in his jail cell.

    The judge hates these cases. Thank goodness the law is clear. He listens to the parade of character witnesses. George is a stellar employee, a person who does good work with the adults in his community, full of remorse, a changed man. The sentence is long – 20 years, to serve seven.

    In George’s case, in that old-era way of doing things, we used every old strategy to stop him.

    George was a religious man. He knew that molesting a child was a sin. After his arrest, George’s wife found a Bible in his car’s glove compartment. Sometimes, when he was fighting his strong desire to sexually touch a child, he would recite certain passages and he would use the power of his deep religious convictions to stop that desire. Religion – in George’s case – saved a few little girls from being molested. Still, he molested 23 little girls.

    George was arrested and sent to jail. This strategy may have prevented more little girls from becoming victims; it did protect his nieces from George molesting them again. Still, he molested 23 little girls.

    Many of the people around George believe that George’s case is a success. After all, George’s molesting has been stopped. He’s been arrested; he’s been put in jail. Many of the little girls have gone into therapy. So we have punished the child molester, we’ve treated the victims.

    At the core, sending molesters to jail as a solution will always fail our children. Why? Because in order for a molester to be jailed, the criminal justice strategy requires that our children be sexually abused. Without a victim, it can’t make a move.

    It’s the same with treating the victims. As a strategy, it’s ineffective until after our children are sexually abused.

    What we find horrifying in George’s case is the waiting. All the adult protectors of those 23 little girls had to wait, powerless. First, they waited while 23 little girls were sexually abused. Then they waited for a little girl to tell an adult. But that wasn’t the end of the waiting. They also had to wait for one of the 23 little girls to tell an adult who was willing to report the case. While they waited, they allowed George to go on molesting little girls for 26 years.

    George’s family did the best they could, given their options in the old era. Today there is no reason why George’s story should be repeated.

    Why? Because we have new information all of us can use to stop people like George before he molests 23 little girls.

    New Information – A Typical Child Molester

    When George’s neighbors heard of the first accusation, they took his side. They didn’t know who this 10-year-old girl from another city was, but they knew George. Some of them knew his parents.

    When he admitted that he had molested so many little girls, their shock reverberated in their stories: “He was the last person you would imagine.”  “A very unusual case.” “I’ve known this guy since grade school, it’s unbelievable.”

    Everyone who knows George is sure of one thing: George is nothing like a typical child molester.

    After all, he comes from a good home. His wife comes from a good home. George and his wife, their two children, and both sets of grandparents live near each other and go to the same church. He was baptized in the church and still attends regularly. He pays close attention to the rules. He pays all his bills a week before the due date. He has a college fund for his two sons. He rotates his tires. He drives within the speed limit.

    George’s wife and his neighbors believe that it’s impossible – or extremely unusual – for an ordinary man in an ordinary family, a hard working responsible, husband and father of two, a man with high moral standards to be a child molester. They mistakenly believe that his family life, his acts of responsibility, his education, his moral values all protect George from becoming a child molester. In fact, they believe that those same things protect his family – and their families’ children – from any connection with child molestation.

    Is this an unusual case? If you lived in George’s community what facts could you tell? You could repeat this fact: George’s case is not in the least unusual. George is the typical child molester. He’s married, educated, working, and religious.

    Most people will tell you that this couldn’t be right.

    It is.

    Researchers asked the 4,000 admitted child molesters in the Abel and Harlow Child Molestation Prevention Study to answer questions about their lives. These abusers were men aged 18 to 80.

    How does George compare? George is typical.

    First of all, he’s married, just like 77 percent of the more than 4000 child sexual abusers in the Child Molestation Prevention Study. George is religious, like 93 percent of the abusers. He’s educated. More than 46 percent had some college education and another 30 percent were high school graduates. Like 65 percent of the admitted abusers, George was working. Numerous studies of adult victims have sought to link child molestation victims to lower social class and lower family income. All have failed. Child victims and their abusers exist equally in families of all income levels and classes. And, now from the study, we know that child molesters are as equally married, educated, employed, and religious as any other Americans.

    TABLE 2

    Contrasts: Admitted Molesters vs. All American Men

    Admitted Child Molesters

    American Men

    Married or formerly married

    77%

    73%

    Some College

    46%

    49%

    High School only

    30%

    32%

    Working

    69%

    64%

    Religious

    93%

    93%

    Sources: The Abel and Harlow Child Molestation Prevention Study and the 1999 U.S. Census Statistical Abstract

    Note: All people in both groups were at least 25 years old.

    Examining The Facts With Care

    Is it possible that the profile of the child molester is this: a man who is married, educated, working, and religious?

    Yes. However, we all have to be careful at this point. We have to ask the next question: What does this mean? To answer that we come to another finding from the Abel and Harlow Child Molestation Prevention Study.

    Rather than causing a person to molest, being married, educated, working, and religious is who we are as Americans. These are the facts. It’s crucial that everyone understands them. In order for adult protectors to stand as a barrier between their children and a child sexual abuser, the protectors have to know what a sexual abuser of children looks like. He looks like George.

    And he looks like a lot of other people you know. In analyzing the reports of the 4,000 admitted child molesters researchers found this: in their outward characteristics, matching percentages of child molesters to percentages of all American men, the average child molester closely matched the average American man.

    They matched all the outward characteristics listed in Table 2.

    Which Ethnic Groups Molest Children?

    Are there ethnic groups in which child molestation does not occur? Probably not. Results from the Abel and Harlow Child Molestation Prevention Study suggest that each ethnic group studied has child molesters among them. Once again, the percentages bear a resemblance to the U.S. Census. (See “The Abel and Harlow Child Molestation Prevention Study” for further details about ethnic groups).

    TABLE 3

    Ethnic Groups: Admitted Molesters vs. All American Men

    Admitted Child Molesters

    American Men

    Caucasian

    79%

    72%

    Hispanic/Latin-American

    9%

    11%

    African-American

    6%

    12%

    Asian

    1%

    4%

    Native American

    3%

    1%

    Sources: The Abel and Harlow Child Molestation Prevention Study and the 1999 U.S. Census Statistical Abstract

    Note: 3,952 men who admitted to molesting children were compared to American men of various ethnic groups. Asians were under-represented in the complete sample of 15,508 men. They were 1.2 percent. Native Americans were over-represented in the complete sample. They were 3 percent. Both groups had child molesters in proportions equal to their percentages of representation in the complete sample.

    Which Children Are Molested?

    Children are most at risk from the adults in their own family, and from the adults who are in their parents’ social circle. In fact, 90 percent of abusers target children in their own families and children who they know well. Furthermore, research suggests that the risk is across the board: Child molesters come from every part of our society, and so children from every part of our society are at risk.

    TABLE 4

    Which Children Do Child Molesters Target?

    CHILDREN IN THE FAMILY

    Biological Child 19%
    Stepchild, Adopted or Foster Child 30%
    Brothers & Sisters 12%
    Nieces & Nephews 18%
    Grandchild 5%

    CHILDREN IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD

    Child Left in My Care 5%
    Child of Friend or Neighbor 40%

    CHILDREN WHO ARE STRANGERS

    Child Strangers 10%

    Source: The Abel and Harlow Child Molestation Prevention Study.

    Note: Since sexual abusers of children often molest children in more than one category, the categories total more than 100 percent. The same child molester may have molested his biological child and his stepchild, therefore, we cannot say that those two categories combined represent 49 percent, but must say that they represent a lower number.

    Notice that only 10 percent of the child sexual abusers report that they molest a child who is a stranger.

    Let’s put the facts together:

    • Child molesters exist in every part of our society.
    • They molest children close to them, mainly children in their family or children in their social circle.
    • Most child molesters, 90 percent, report that they know their child victims very well.

    We want you to look carefully at that last fact on the list. While there are several facts that you will use as part of The Child Molestation Prevention Plan, this is the most important.

    To save the greatest number of children in the shortest possible time, we must turn the current focus of our efforts upside down. Right now, 90 percent of our efforts go toward protecting our children from strangers, when what we need to do is to focus 90 percent of our efforts toward protecting children from the abusers who are not strangers – the molesters in their families and the molesters who are the friends of their families.

    And we must ask the next important question: What causes the one member of the family who molests to be so different from the rest of his or her family? To end nearly all child molestation we must focus on the cause.

    Back to 2. Focus on the cause: An ongoing sex drive directed toward children.