Category: Public party of Indiana
Like Religion has Medicine surpassed it ability to make rational decisions.
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.
How do women rape men?
They lie, cheat, and steal his future. It is colored for li e. The first dynamic of existence is the soul level. This is known as heaven. Sex is the second dynamic of existence, the higher up, the higher the drive. Family is the third. If she lies, your future is in a shit storm you will not live a normal life. If she cheats, You may not survive. If she steals, it is called divorce. If he takes your children for Money, it is child assault. Is the rib being re-inserted with the Trans movement of 2024? This is a high step in reverse. Allowing sickness to overtake all of Humanity will destroy what has been built. If she steals, you will lose your direction of life. You will lose interest in your own child. You will survive by becoming the fourth dynamic or Humanity dynam c. Lost in time and woke. You get a pet that does not abuse you as your body did. You get lost in nature, sports, or things outside your wife. Who will always blame you for not protecting h r? Yet you do not know who she is. Lies are daggers. How can you see her? You want to spread your wings again and fly from the nest of limitation and control to relief. You begin to notice how bad others have It. You despise those gaming the syst m. Not those that get but those that do not give, like her. All divorce is done by a woman unless a man catches her acting out sexually. She filed for the Money and the control of your kid. To punish you. Do not fight. Give her what she needs, and run like hell. You are free once again. Praise your newfound freedom, like being released from jail. Unless you do it again. Known as a relapse. This is a complex addition from which to remove yourself. Join a group for lost boys. Is it time for the boss to arrive and put her house in order again? Or is it a set pattern? The ninth dynamic of humanity or 9. God of our lowly 8. God looking our way? Will he grace us he e? Yes, he is already he e. He will start at the top and trickle down. 7. Godhead-soul plane/ rebirth 6. All things that are perceived but unseen or unknown matter-energy-space-time- 5. all life forms are a complete awareness unit but not fulfilled as a whole. The cells and micro-biology stuff- to collective pieces of other pieces of higher thin s. 4. Humanity as a whole class. 3. Groups, races & classes of people. Religion education and science. 2. sex drive to the future of a l. You. Religion begot science. Science begot education. Education got medical curses from other living sources. Other living blood potions, from mixing elixirs- to delicious- bloodletting to chemical cures and pills made from pieces of peace of chemical to radiation and next to machine parts. Metal hips and knees. Next, what is left except To replace souls.
100 homes, five trips to the children’s home before twelve years old, 26 grade schools, four high schools, and four Universities. Nine religions and cult groups. 100% service-connected veteran. Scientology OT7
It is I. Donnie Harold Harris
It is I. Donnie Harold Harris- a politician and a founder of the Political Party of Indiana. Thank you for allowing me to tell you who I Have become/ & am. My story starts out a little unusual. I have perfect recall. Which is kinda like the perfect pitch in music. I remember everything. Yet I have recalled little. This allows me to never have to remember anything as it happens. I become it instead of it being as it is. Here goes. You are the first to hear my story. I was minding my own Plane of Existence when a Messenger of God appeared at my throne. I was again returned for my 8TH existence here on this plane of existence. My first being dropped here by ship 8200 years ago. This lifetime: As I arrived at the funnel of creation, I was met and given a list of things to do. I watch in amazement as 2 other beings entered before me. I was the third to go down into creation. I was born on 8/1/53 @ 6:33 AM. I was born into the lowest classes of poverty -I would hide my true self and an understanding of the all afraid of being recognized by something or someone- I came into this world at the General Hospital -now renamed -Ask-A-Nazi Hospital. My mother was a 19-year-old named Mary. I was her 7th child. I am here, the 4th son/son of 7 sons/3 daughters by a carpenter father. She turned 20 the next day. I am an Identical(Mirror) twin. I was born 3 minutes after My brother, Who disappeared before I was born. I would not be reunited with him for 6 months or so. I was obese & healthy; he was a very sickly baby needing a blood transfusion ( only a single Black lady would stand and give him needed blood, saving his life and causing teasing later by family) and an incubator for 3 or 4 months (missing union with mom and breastfeeding because of his low weight. Called Twin to Twin Transfusion Syndrome. So we meet down the road a piece. What happened to me was also bad. I was circumcised against my knowing approval, creating the basic distrust of medicos & later religion) Fast forward. By the time I finished 8th grade at 15 years old, 10 years of schooling, and 2nd grade done 2 times, I would have gone to 21-grade schools more than once. Finishing with 4 universities. I Lived in the guardian’s home 5 /6 times, up to over 2 years. I would live in over 100 houses. Meeting 10,000 other kids. Causing compassion and deep unity with all people. Hundreds of teachers. I would also be Molested by 1 Male cousin as an infant, Setting into motion that would end up with me having over 4500 sex partners by 30 years of age. 10,000 plus encounters. Another was a first grader escalating to the Kidnapping and Violent Rape incident @ 15( 7. below). That almost cost me the death of my Dad, stepmom, Twin Brother, And Brother Bob. See the police report on me, where you will find other rapes there. (The mother hides these crimes for the baby’s protection with false thinking that they will not be recalled later by them I can) Read my book when ready -of all data & names & photos then, “Behind the men’s room door.” Other molestation would happen in order: 1. Cousin -Buddy Huddleston (dead)- 10 months old. 2. Cousin -Ronnie Harris- age 5-6 -convicted child molester 3. Happy Hollow Camp -2 brothers That were blood brothers- One abusive. And the other molestation and pissed on. The camp nurse interviewed me about it, but nothing happened.- I was also almost murdered by a male counselor at the Pool in the lake while preparing it for other children after lunch to come to swim. I also must say a Single Male fisherman Saved my life at this same lake at the boat dock as I reached for a frog in the water that turned out to be a copperhead snake. 4. Garfield Park restroom is at the Pool lower area. Hand play 10ish. 5. Paperboy @ 12 tricked into taking a roll of quarters at the paper station while paying my bill early one Saturday morning. Would be forced into submission and even had a school superintendent watching the action even though Dick did not join in then. 2 or so times. Later, to become a Powerful politician. That resulted in the ——- street murders in Nov 71. Looking for 3 pictures of child porn. Who was in the photos was what was to drive a 3-year Typhoon of Intrigue. While looking for them, I buried them in the basement of a house that was later destroyed.If they had used a pot-smelling dog to find them. I buried it with an Acapulco gold pot. The photos were taken in the basement of the Marion County City Building. They would have been discovered then. The paper station was in the Prospect & villa area in 1964/5. Police were aware of what happened then. I was again made to flee for my life, forewarned by an undercover agent. Hiding in the U.S. Army. But found there. 6. Police reported ones. A stranger attacked @ 4 -and reported it to the police- I misunderstood and thought I was going to jail for stealing trash, as was told by the perp. Creating a lifetime of distrust of the police. 7. Pick up as a 14/15-year-old while king down Washington Street going from downtown to Washington and State Street. Extreme violence and pot- my first encounter with it. A complete and full police report almost doomed my family from trusting the police. 8. Religious one. The encounter with 2 priests at a catholic church of the south meridian with big steeples. This caused my confrontation with God himself outside a church on Morris Street. I had to decide if it was time for the horseman to let go of his Reins of destruction upon the world. I made a covenant with God with 3 wishes, just like Aladdin and his lamp.Of the 2 wishes that were used, the 3rd has never been used. For all. Working successfully as a local contractor for the last 30 years only to see all lost that I had built -home included- Selling over $ 26,000,000.00 in locally sold work Paying an estimated sales tax of $5000,000.00- only to receive NO local help from the state or city. Living the last 5 years on a small V.A. disability from my service connects duty to my country or $125.00 monthly. My friends, I am no republican. Not a Democrat. I am always for the most over least; I am for the most in number. I believe our rights start at birth -completely. That government is a privilege and not a right. We are the citizenry. We Live and die. The government is temporary and does not sleep with me at night. Are not our rights of citizenship and our greater right as a human first before a sheet of words made up by the few for what most called laws? The law is unchanging and always natural. Something that is understood without knowledge. Can you help us out of this mess caused by the few greedy few? Go, Green. Support a Green candidate closest to you today.Then help outwards from there. Send them your support for now. It is our Time. This is the place, and you are the person to take back this place for us all before the 3rd wish is uttered in global disappointment. Green Party. P.S. The first 2 wishes were not wasted. Read my book. It is not a cookbook but a book of understanding. Thank you, my friend. Donnie Harold Harris
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.
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. It’s kind of like the perfect pitch is in music. This emotional mind is only possible because of the stomach and brain, 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. 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. Mom told me she had to yell at the Delivery team several times 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. I’m not sure who or what happened to the third middle soul. I was stopped for a last-minute briefing by a Higher being when the middle one 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. Per an old agreement, this lifetime is our ninth and final one to be born on this planet as Identical twins. After several months of wondering what I had done when we were 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. 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 got circumcised against my knowing approval.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 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 friend and 100 or so teachers. I am not a Republican but an Ex-Democrat. I have united 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. A new form of molestation has become the norm with reconstruction surgery and mind stripping and implanting new identities. 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 slit religion of split 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 that might help your transition to your home planet. 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. He was very sick, only making it with the help of an African-American Lady who gave him a transfusion. 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, donnieharoldharris/666, was purposely sent here for a mission from 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, Two High Schools,
Right or left, both are direct movements forward.
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.
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”.
In the beginning of time…
I looked up from my chair to notice a being coming forward. A stranger, yet, I know him. I returned my glance looking out and over my domain of 166,000,000 being left in my care. A higher calling was once again stirring in my mind. The single being said, You are are needed. I left my domain in a heart beats time. I traveled upstream to meet with my director and was advised it was now time for a mission I was unprepared for. Yet, I went freely. It was A God, A being, a higher being than I, had asked my help once again. I had been watching and had several visits to the distant place, a planet of confussion eight other times. This would be my ninth trip down here. A special planet , an incubator if you will where the possibilities were unparalleled in the universes that I was aware of. A place where one could layer experience in levels of play. As stated in the “Bhagavad Gita”You could build layers of a self on top of each other. As if a Cornice Sea shell. A place where the strongest emotion could change everything for every other being there. As in Arts sciences mind & control, plus A thing called enlightenment. A curious state of mental existence that could free up a being lond enough to clean up himself. Cleaning up of souls. These layer were interconnected like water fire or air is to everything. There seemed to be a missing link in the setup. Beings dive into a new body at first breath to be meet by unknowingness. A washing away all experience of a previous self. Something was wrong with the flow and trapped so many souls down into believing that they were the Body with a soul. It is the two parts envisioned by Zoroasteria. A soul with everything else. Minds included. Only two of eight of eight parts, a body family others all the rest others. All living life all unaware of stuff or every other thing not alive. Become a rock or a race car some time. A soul spirit ,You, then God . The latter continues up and down from these into both directions. It is quite scary full of uncertainty. The missing part, As one feels his was up in life through a mother, a father that are needed for balance of Minds and emotional self. Brothers and sister were like distant planets of other bodies. One could create a whole new world with a wife. Experiencing others working toward a greater success for all. Not just for now but for all past present and Future lives. The mind became miss-guided my different version of the single self by differing layers of minds expersing themselves as independant Ideals. Causing not only self destruction insanity and self indulgence. Wars Pestulants Greed and finally Hate. War and death to all is the final salution. Wars were waged tens of tens of Millions lives would be lost in a small amount of time. Successful importance being placed only on the here and now. I had been down there to this planet many times in the past. I paired my self with a twin on eight other visits. I was given advice by a being at the moment of the final entry into the body being born. Normal protocol is to enter on the first breath. Yet this time something was wrong. As I was being giving last minute advise a being shot past me behind the other mirror being that was to be my twin once again. Our nineth and final pairing. I shot after him as the three of us wrestled the poor woman having us. A 19 year year old girl named Mary, I would be her 7Th child. A father carpender. She was still a teenager. Being born into the lowest caste at that time. Severe poverty. At the last moments I tried to shelter the other twin, Her 6th child, but failed. He struggled for many months in an incubator trying to survive. Needing a blood transfusion complicated the birth. Only a black woman would step forward giving him his life back. She was a saint. He is a warrier. Together, he made it. My protector my guide was going to be fine. Or so I thought. I casted the other being out to the edge of the universe… Hello world; It is “I.” donnie harold harris. Born in poverty at 6.33 Am on a Saturday August first 1953 General Hospital In Indianapolis Indiana. The crossroads of America, crossroads of the world. Lets play… I have waited for 66 years to play.
The truth shall set you free; Really?
The truth shall set you free; Really? What does it take to get the Local Catholic Church to Listen? I was only nine years old! I have tried for nearly six years to get a result from them. They, the Catholic Church In Indianapolis, as a group, have a mental Illness. They lack real concern or sympathy for those few of us abused sexual assault children victims having their lives derailed. They say; there Dead. Let it go. I say it will not go without acknowledgement and restitution. I was raped at nine years old. I am not even a Catholic. They say; you do not know the names of the priest. Their were about 25 of them from all over the state of Indiana and Ca. All between the age of NINE to sixteen. About ten of these were between 16-18. Now not considered Rape. Until I was straightened out by the Training and expert handling of several wonderful drill sergeants in the U.S.Army at Fort Ord,Ca. in 1972. You would think after 56 years the pain would be long gone? I did not contact the Local Church until five years ago for help. Getting closer to death has caused its course in my life to become highly restimulated. See vividly how this has effected ever part and partial of my entire life. They asked What was his name? My first rapist at nine years old. How was I to know. Then let it go. They are dead. Move on. They have know Idea how the church has altered my life because of their crimes. I have never had my day in court. Never got to tell my story except to three therapist in the last five years. Two VA therapist had to hear my sad tale, thus altering their lives forever. There for there is only a few options left for me now. I ask I beg I plead that the state of Indiana changes the Law, the statute of Limitations in Indiana on when the Truth may be Heard. I was not Murdered physically. I was Murdered spiritually. I received a life sentence for crime committed to me as a child. Where is my Justice; can be delivered? How can restitution can be made? My God says to me that without Acknowledgement the Church can not move forward. Can The Church Be set Free? Yes threw acceptance of itself. When can I become a Man?
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donnie harold harris, donnie harold harris, He is a self-made man and that relieved the Lord of the responsibility of it. Born 08/01/1953 as the 7th child of a teenage mother named Mary. donnie harold harris is one of 10 kids born to mary in 9 1/2 years. Seven of which she was under 20 years old. Donnie harold harris is now 65. he is going on 95 and will soon be gone. But would have to say what a game it has been. donnie harold harris,
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.
Donnie Harold Harris 