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.
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.
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”.
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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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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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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MAN; A Wheel within a Wheel within a Wheel
Man is not alone. Yet he fails to look outside of himself. It is hard to master a single wheel. Yet add a second and it become easier to drive as a bike. Add a third wheel and new possibilities arise. Add a fourth wheel and a stability arises. Allowing for a steering wheel to all four. Add a power source and you have a car with its possibilities. Yet all the parts and pieces must work together. If all the wheels were left to their own accord they would be no motion or relocation and no work. But possibilities of confusion and catastrapy hate or no insight. A man is not complete without a family, a wife a place within a group of groups within in a race within and all of man. There are no stars without a mind to know so. No galaxy or a Universe at…
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If your mind was like a body.
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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