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Five years old-1958
I started school, kindergarten five weeks after turning five. I still recall how terrified I was that morning. I had no idea how much pain my mom was in. The school I went to was on west Morris street, just east of Belmont. We would move in and out of this neighborhood dozens of times. Rhodes Park was a block away. It would be the location of the first Race riot I would be involved in latter at eight years old or so. I was pushed by a young black boy. I told my older cousin Leon. Who went over and beat him to a pulp. About an hour later, the park was loaded with young black men. They stormed the city park and pool area. I ran up the steps. Running for my life. I went to the back and climbed out on one of the water tanks and slid off, running to safety. This park the separating area between what was known as the Valley and the Hill areas.
After several moves, I finished kindergarten and the first grade. Lon failed the first grade. I went to the second grade when we were moved to Mr. Uncle Howard and aunt Margurite’s house and their son Ronnie. My first cousin. I was pushed back one year in school, putting Lonnie and me back in the same grade. This is when I would tell my class about the death of my younger brother only to have the entire level laugh about it. I was puzzled. We also were held up to ridicule when the free milk we had been receiving in our old school was not given at this new one. I went up for mine and was told to go sit down. I had not paid for the milk. The entire dining hall laughed. Uncle Howard worked at night. He followed an exact routine. He had 10 silver dollars on his dresser to show Lonnie and me how long his dick was. All while his son would molest us every day after school.
Lonnie got into trouble for the first time for showing his dick to a young girl next store. Aunt Margarete loved to use a switch to beat us with unreserved. We finally moved back to moms Only to be handed over to the Devil Herself. Larry _ Loretta Blankenship. Our new stepmom. Dad’s unique answer to his kid’s problems. Four boys would go to live with him. Four went to live with mom. Two went to mom’s mom and dad. The two oldest. The four youngest, all boys, to dad and Larry’s apt. On Collage over a grocery store. She gets her own chapter.
Two to four is everything OK?
As you could imagine what would happen when you have 10 kids in ten years with a Mom starting at 12 and a dad at 15? Lots of things, Like Rats biting three of the children and trips to the General Hospital and Shots in the stomach. There were rats everywhere in the 50’s and 60’s. One time while visiting my dads mom in Kentucky I woke in the middle of the night with her standing over me with a broom. I was sleeping on a quilt on her dirt floor when she said it was OK she had shooed the rat away. I rolled over and went back to sleep. My dad had 12 in his family mostly brothers. Lots of girl cousins. My Uncle Bob had no children so he accosted others family members girls. He would play mind games with the boys. We moved so often I thought it was normal. I would go to 21 grade school before I started at 9th grade at Manuel High School in Indianapolis. In the summer of 68. I had about 100 teacher. Had 1000 kids I had to meet. Some schools we went to two or three times. We lived in a hundred plus different house. We moved in the middle of the night a lot. My dad being a musician and all would get off work at 2 A.M. Most teachers were temporary parents. Some were hostel. One was ms Marshall or Hall at school 20 or 49 on Pleasant run south parkway. She would make me stand on my toes at the chalk board in front of the whole class as she would marginalizing me. Tell the story that she taught Gus Grissom in grade school, I think the second grade, In Mitchell Indiana. He was an astronaut. She knew good boys and I was no good at all. All while I had my nose on the chalk board in a piece of gum I was chewing on. She did not realize That was my breakfast. More on my step mom later. In the four year old range I was attacked again. This time by a stranger. We had moved into this new house and I went into the back yard exploring. I soon wondered into the ally where I was dumb founded to discover a lot of mail laying on the ground by a trash can used to burn trash. It was burning at the time. I was sure of one thing at that young age. Mail was very important. Money came in them envelopes sometimes. I picked up a stack and started to look threw it. Then out of know where a Young man grabbed me by the arm. He said that stealing mail would cause me to go to jail. He was going to call the police on me. He dragged me into his house terrified I was going to jail. My dad was beat up by the cops all the time so I new what this meant. He then dragged me into a small back bedroom where there was two twin beds. He forced me to give him head. He came in my mouth. I spit it out. He then said to get out of his yard and run cause he was going to call the police now. I went home as fast as possible and ran straight into my mom. I told her to please hide me. That the police were looking for me. Commonly she as why. I told her what had happened all of it. She then called the police herself. I hid in the bedroom as the door was knocked on and opened. I was a policeman come in. Gun and all. I run an hid under the bed. Some how I figure my mom had talked the police out of arresting me. I would not realized she had called the police on him until I was in my 20’s. I believe a police report was made on this. I also found some candy left in our medicine cabinet and eat it. I had to go to General Hospital to get my stomach pumped out. Turns out it was medicine. One day at grandmas house I was chasing Lonnie, my mirror twin, around the house between the bushes and the house when he feel on a coffee can. It was sticking out of his head when he followed my coward self into the kitchen. Mom and grandma were shocked to see him walk in calmly with the can stick into his forehead. He could not feel pain until he was a teenager. Or longer. A condition of some kind. I would become immersed into a life time of being a three year old, according to the Wonderful lady I had as a Psychologist at the Va. This would be the Time frame for the death by Pneumonia of my youngest Brother, Randy at ten months old. Mom would have her tenth and final child a few months later.
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”.
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.
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Integration in to everything else.
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to masterbation what a bike is to exercieice? When it cuns to staying healthy? Masterbation is healthy Exercise. Sex is normal has been way before all the other colors came out an came alone for our ride. once we give sex up we give up on ourselves at the same time. If sex was a musical interment what instrument would you play? Me I am the Base Drum. I see and feel sense and known from the bottom up. I want and get to see alot. It is ime for the Separation of Man protocal. Hello, It Is I.
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WHEN ONE TALKS ABOUT CLOSING A PLANNED PARENTHOOD CLINIC; THAT IS A DIRECT ATTACK TO AND AGAINST ALL WOMEN IN GENERAL EVERYWHERE. IT IS DIRECTED INTO THE FUTURE WITHOUT RECOURSE OF POSSIBLE OUTCOMES OR CONDITION CHANGES. ABORTION IS A CONDITION NO DIFFERENT THAN OTHER LIFE-CHANGING CONDITIONS. IT NEEDS TO BE ADDRESSED AS SUCH. ABORTION MAY BE PERSONAL AND ABOUT ONE FEITUS, YET THAT CHILD BELONGS THE WORLD. IF THE WORLD IS RESPONSIBLE FOR ONE CHILD THEN THEY ARE RESPONSIBLE TO EVERY CHILD ON THE PLANET. ONLY THEN CAN WE GET AN EQUAL GRIP ON THE CONDITION AND POSSIBILITY OF OUR FUTURES THREW CHILDREN? HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MOM.SONGS TO THE WORLD. ONLY THERE LYES THE DIFFERENCES BETWEEN LIFE AND FETUS; LIFE AND DEATH.
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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 whom she had while still a teenager. Donnie Harold Harris is now 72. He is going on 95 and will soon be gone. But would have to say what a game it has been. Donnie Harold Harris,
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If your mind was like a body. What shape color size usefulness smell texture and shapeless would it be? Would some parts be used more? What if your social skills were limited to your hands. If you were very smart about perfume but stunk most of the time would you be believed? If you were to skinny could it be expected you have not enough info; or size. If you were way over weight but sang like a bird, be able to sing for others. Or never given the chance. Yet we treat others the same way always. A Black man is Black a WHITE higher up on the white side and shining for no reason then color. If female does shape mean more. Must you always put on a show. Can a mind be over educated to where one thing is all you now know. Can the over educated Really just be Fat people in Mind. The athletic starved for fat are they different to the mind? Why is that that?
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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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