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I I am.
Right or left, both are direct movements forward.
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 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 morning. I am 666= 18=9 by name. I am 811953 by birth=9, by my birthday. I am 6:33 AM =3AM by time. ( A= amendend / M= motion. I am the amender of motion. 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 with T to T to T to S(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. He is a music savant. This is our ninth and final one, per an old agreement. After several months of wondering what I had done, we were finally reunited, We 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 have been 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. But like a sick body, sometimes cancer must be cut out. Why is there sickness? How have we evolved into a paranoid of humanity? Why are women less than men? Why are there two races now blended into many? Yet sex and race Two sexes, two races trying to be one? White race mind/ black race animal. It takes both to evolve. It takes a Male impenitent/ female black hole. Creator of the allness of everything. The many animals becoming humanized? Why do we, shot first, and ask questions later? 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. The Jewish believe so to personal grief. A new form of molestation has become the norm with reconstruction surgery and mind stripping and implanting new identities. I want to thank all players of the useless and sublime. It is now time to become whole again. 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. We are the super-mind of The Universe. Our right to single citizenship is our greater freedom as a human. I do not believe in the slippery costs of childhood. The slipt 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? A body, of any human starts with a seed and egg uniting together for a greater cause. Slitting and dividing continuously until it reaches a state of complete harmony it becomes aware of Momma, Then pappa, Then the family, the household the local groups of mankind, to the ways of a whole world. Where is the breakdown? Hello, Welcome home. Is not the kidney China, The mind America, the stomach Japan? Are we not part of something larger, yet alive in the sand? It is I who shall point out one way we may go. It is you who with children in hand will go to God’s paradise land. 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 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, and four Universities. I was drilled straight by the wonders of the U.S. Army Drill Sergeant’s care. I would experience torture, beatings, and piss-boarding. I had to endure turpentine poured into my asshole. I lived the hated life of the poor American child firsthand. I was Raped and assaulted nine times before I was sixteen. The three that stand out in my gut are rape by two different cousins as a baby. Buddy Huddleston and Ronnie Harris both are now dead). A Rape by a Catholic Preist at nine years old At a bowling ally in the basement of a glorious church, Sacred Heart Catholic Church in Indianapolis, Indiana. an offer of safe play deceived to become, rape by a Catholic Preist hand. #Ally This changed my life’s course to this day. I had only attended church once, close to the general hospital where I was born. By 18, I would have been sexually used by 20 to 25 Catholic priests. Including the one that would later Marry me, to my Catholic wife. Father Morely and his brother Bud Morely were both pedophiles. One was also a crooked criminal. One took me to Ca. Stopping along the way to pimp us out for cash. Worst yet, I was Captured and forced raped by a military soldier at 15 in the summer of 69. After turning him in, to the local police, he threatened to murder my whole family if I did not drop the charges. Telling the sheriff handling my case suggested I did just that. So, I dropped the charges as if I did not matter. Stating he was out of jail on bond, awaiting trial for a semester charge at another Army base. They did as the catholic church moved the rapist around to different locations. After the Priest rape, I would be led down a road of Sexuality unknown to most people. I was passed around to several Catholic priests and other clergies, up to about 20 locals, and trafficked to Hollywood for more. Another, John, was a movie producer. I became convinced this was my calling until a Loud booming voice changed my direction on Hollywood Boulevard. In the summer of 1969, the most famous movie star, Rock Hudson, tried to pick me up two times in July 1969. I had been trafficked by 2000 or so johns, from Indpls. to Malibu Beach- Teawonnia, Mexico, up to San Francisco. I knew the world was in trouble when a guy like Rock Hudson picked up fifteen years old for sex. It all came together when I heard once again Gabriel’s voice. I had established a maximum of never going where I did not know how to get back or where I was going. I turned him, Rock Hudson, down Twice. That was the second time I heard God asking me a question. I have to know about it from that day on. What if you were to become president someday? I had dreamed of becoming a scientist since I was a child. I never considered anything else. I was a hairy, run-a-way 15-year-old little boy. I had piercing blue-green eyes that would look threw anything. I had no fear. Lonnie had a strange ability to not feel any pain. We were indeed two strange boys. Where did the third one go? I would turn down a wilder-than-I-could-imagine-sex party with two girls on Hollywood Blvd. I was fifteen they were beautifully strange young hippy girls of 18 or so years of age, being tailed by a small Charlie Manson following ten feet behind. I would meet him once again at Pandora’s box at sunset later that week. It was July 1969 days before the event… We had Villa Street and Indpls and the children’s home in common. I did not know how to return to Hollywood, so I passed on the orgy. I had street smarts. One was a do not go past go unless you know where you’re going to and how you will get back to Go again. So I passed. On The second encounter, they did not ask me to go with them.
noun
, Psychiatry.
- an adult who is sexually attracted to young children.Word History and Origins
- Origin of pedophile1
- First recorded in 1950–55; pedo- 1 + -phile, or directly from Greek paidóphilos “loving children”
What does it mean to be your ally?
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Donnie Harold Harris 666: The way it is.
If one goes back into existence, One will8153 discover in its simplest terms that Humankind is Like a body formed from One cell or one, Adding an Eve or egg to create a new single cell with everything within it. The entire Universe. This one cell grows or explodes into existence as a human being. One cell at a time, copying and pasting its way into reality. It contained all the latest updates and upgrades. It continues into the formation of Unions, creating self-organs with particular purposes and duties. Some are self-directed. Some need the consciousness of a Human. The body becomes complete, only to be expelled from a black hole called a womb into the light. Taking its first breath, it unites the unknowable to the knowable. Zoroasterizm! Then it starts to grow. Within a short time, it may be telling you what to do. Because it has been doing that since conception. Like organs, Segragating and forming unions of self-protection adds to itself through Knowledge of the senses and the mind. The experience and later facts United into practical Knowledge and wherewithal organs. Religion kicks in with its unknown qualities, and life is the unknown. The old past is forged into the present. One has experiences that will grow into a lifetime. Is this shit real or made up? Wonder expells into disbelief. Opposites appear out of nowhere. The game is afoot. Then, with our reason, one starts to connect and add to the experience to understand higher or lower hidden causes and Deceit. One wonders if religion is a Placebo, after all. Or a reverse placebo behind a wall? My story… I was born the 7th child of a teenager named Mary. My dad was a simple carpenter named Virgil. I would have three more brothers after me, totaling 10: seven sons and three daughters. My mom was 23, my dad 25. I was molested at one-year-old by a male cousin. At five, I was kidnapped and forced to be a teenage boy. Moved to the safety of an Aunt and Uncle. Their son daily molested my twin and me as we turned six. This was the hidden location where my twin had been moved to. We had been born with TTTS. Twin To Twin Transfusion syndrome. Our survival rate was 1% 10%. Through the grace of God, we both made it. He was saved by the Blood Transfusion of a Black woman who gave him her blood that Saturday at 6:30 / 66:33 after our births. We were separated at birth. He lived in an incubator for six months. I went home with momma. We were reunited at 12 months or so. Then he was gone again. He was much smaller than me until about 8. Then, we would meet the worst stepmom from hell. We were daily taunted, tested, humiliated in private and publicly in front of other children, beaten with belts, raze straps, switches, slaps, and fists, and held down and had turpentine poured into our rectums. My dad and stepmom decided to tie the knot a few weeks before Easter 1965. I would have my second religious experience when I watched a tornado come down the street at me on Palm Sunday at 6 am
I ordered the Tornado to disperse. It did. April 11, 1965. Known as the Palm Sunday tornadoes. The marriage was on March 5, and the can-kicking was on April 17. The day between Good Friday and Easter Sunday. In six weeks, I would watch my dad get married to a Devil. Control the weather out of dispairing, kick a can down a road out of fatigue, and get raped by a Priest pretending to be a medical Doctor. I was ordered not to cross any street and thus walked into the parking lot of a Catholic Church and two Catholic Priests from Hell. That had been mistaken for Gods or at least Angles. A fight that began and never has stopped. My first contact with Gods and Devils was at four when I went to church for the first time. I Knew of Jesus and talked with him while crossing a humming bridge by the hospital where I was born. I learned of the Devil at church and met him as we returned across the humming bridge. A humming bridge sounds different depending on your tires and the direction you’re going. Both were over the water on opposite sides of the bridge on the same river. White River. They seemed the same with different outfits on. It was floating up in the air out over the water. Then it happened. I had my first mental crash at 12 or 13. I went to Sunday school when I heard the man upfront tell all of us children that once God closed the door on you, it was closed for good. I knew I was doomed. I went to the restroom and escaped out a window in a fit of spiritual rage. I called God out. I called him everything I could muster. Then, a Horseman and a chariot appeared in the sky above me, out front to the right. He had three Horses That looked like no horse I had ever seen. My twin and I had been chased once By a man and his son on horses. Off west Washington past the airport. We jumped into a frozen creek to not be run over. Their eyes seemed to look in all directions at once. Their nostrils were flared, and smoke came out. I was sure God had sent an angel to destroy me. I pointed at him like I had done to the Torando and commanded him to stop. What else could I do? He stopped, then another and a third Chariot, rider, and Horses showed up. They talked and were trying to decide how to take me down. I had stopped yelling to God and watched this as usual. They told me I was out of line and had to be restrained. I asked for a higher judgment when A fourth horseman arrived with six or seven horses. He was on the left side of my front view. It was facing the other three. He calmed them on my behalf. It was decided something must still be done when all four went silent as I became aware that the sun of bright sunshine appeared over my left shoulder behind me. I did not dare turn around. He said to the leader give him three wishes. The fourth horseman did, and they all disappeared. This all happened right out front of this church on South Belmont Street in Indianapolis, The one I had climbed out of the basement window. I would have to remove coins from the church and return them to the donation bowl. We were blocks from the Eli Lilly compound. The location is where Mother Mary Days later on Kentucky Ave by the Eli Lilly plant. Picked me up in her car, filled with a galaxy of planets floating through her car. She said I had been awarded by God three wishes. I was sure I had gone quite mad, but I played along. I told her I wanted to use two of those three wishes now. I tried to put Mother Mary on the spot. I tested the wish thing a few days later, late one night. I desire to have Superman-like powers. I flew into my existing biological body several times. I ran city blocks in two or three steps. It was a one-night deal. There was another mental torture setback, and I used my second wish to meet Mother Mary- I wanted to know what was up with her priest Raping, My twin, and me. I asked to meet her son, Jesus. I have the same wish. I finally met Jesus years later on Sunset Blvd. In Hollywood, CA. Late one night. We talked about Ethics and its meaning. I have yet to use the third wish. What if it does not work? My life would be invalidated. Donnie Harold Harris Candidate for U.S.Senate Indiana 2022
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Whats religion got to do with it?
George Washington-Abraham Lincoln-Donald Trump, There common Presidental mind.
Eating ice cream to fast caused brian freeze. That is Joe Bidon condtion. We have with each president the overall condition of the common citizen at there time. George “freedom or death” Washington, Was tall gallent and One hell of a dancer. He like the ladies, No different than Donald does. He was an extravert that exalted his days with play and little Concern for his fellow man. He alway made sure his belly was full before offering life to others. Husbands had to watch there wifes. Not sure is Sleepy Joe is actual slow hands Joe. Lincoln on the other hand was Tall lanky depressed intervert that would kick your ass if so confronted. Donald “make America great again” Trump is the P.T.Barnum of the day. Confused yet directed by common causes. Wealth Power Woman in that order. Being in the spot light is a side show. All three became President of the United States. The mental condition caused by higher office is unkown until visited. Each President is a Roseta stone for mankinds current condition. George brought Freedom for all; except the Slave race who were invisable and unkwon as real people in his time. He looked out, but not into the darkness behind the curtain of wealth&power at that time. He too would be assinnated not by a lone gunman but a Quack Doctor, America first Phyciatrist, bleed to death in his own home in the safety of his own bed. yet we are to beleive the doctors of today without question?Abe hoped for internal freedom from dispear. The current condition of the people. He would realize that Slavery was a Leading factor in this condition. But was unable to fine cause for his own depression. Assinated, he was unable to finish his work. He wanted to send those willing to There new home. There own county in Africa, back to where they were stolen from. Shot in the head he did not finish what he started. The Donald, Condition is one of cionfussion. A condition that can Be quite unsettalling to anyone except the well ajusted and personally stable in heart and mind. Confusion of the county is ready to tear we the people a new Asshole. Everyone not like our beleifs is an enemy, a trader. A person of doubt. What do we do withour enemy? Can we reach to and stablelize or selves before the power pusher, more deadly to the nation than a drug dealer to a crowd take full control threw the art of labling. The condition of confuson can looks like a form of group insanity from the outside. As a Nation we are not only in free-fall but pull the world with us, along the other condition of existance. We doubt this or that as treason from others. everyone is suspect. Who do we trust? God steps in and Religion saves the Day? But not this time. There coverups and individual personal crimes supported by a Justice system out of time grants them a statute of limitation as a sheild from doing what is right for therewrong. This unbalance creats doubt. God is on Stand by. We are on our own with this fight. WE make some groups invisable; Unknown-account. The Indian who whorshiped this land only to see it destroyed by the Tracks and roads mines and the Secret bases of our collected selves have built. The Black man- our equal but un excepted partners build out base and infastructure only to be Lessened by the white wealth and powerful eletist. Usually out of sight. Even when they are right infront of them, there shamed for there differences- there might. Everything is an Emerency and must be dealt with now. The push by the blinded political class go to work not for the people, But those with = you guessed it-power wealth and Woman. In comes The Donald. Why woman? The scale of being starts with you- then your sex-race releigion country. The peole are exctly last. That closet to you is what you desire to control. Remove someone wealth removes there freedom. There ability to procreate goes way down. If we could confront that condition we could see That a woman of Color without wealth or power is the Way out. #Obomma was not a real deal. A Bi-raced #Nixion. Whos vilance to the world has made us go into this condition we find ourselves in. Drone stricks against children make even Isreal trimble. His crimes make DT look like a school boy lost on his way to the restroom. As sellout to every man woman and child. Bidon is a patch job designed to do notting about nothing. WE need an expert in the art of confussion to lead us out. #Trump will you follow in the foot steps of George and Abe? All parts of our country are cryng out? First we need to freeze all Laws that the goverment can pass. We need to cleanout all bad laws in Government acgency. We need to stop selling weapons to ourselves and other nations. Only he peoleshould be allowed this option. Locl police have Apatche helicopters and tanks. WE need to deal with the real drug dealers of our counrty That have created the real drug war, the drug manufacturers. We need to legalizes all drugs. If for no other reason than to dampen there pusher ablities. I am a 50 plus years pot smoker. I did my personal reshearch. We need to put social workers in charge of the AMA that have no skin in the game of Medicine. Lots and lots of tragity with this one. The phyco talk of the shrink is just that. Except it is him whom is nutts. All those that are for the labling of each individual into a controlled catagory need to be handled. The churches should no longer get a free get out of jail card. Forced abortion is there lot in trade, not salvation. Peole are people regaurdless of any other consideration. I am a survivior of Rape by a Catholic Priest at Nine years Young. All statue of limitation need a new addressing. The statue of limitations is a get out of jail card for future crimes. It hides the need for a releif for the past. There are no drug addics- no labled mental conditions- no Race- just color from higher art forms to beauty out of. There are no felons- no rainbow- but indidual color side byside. easing into a similar color. No black to white. Each is inriched because of the others. There are no mens rights and then womans. We are the same but eqaul in rights. The bull maybe in charge out in the cow pastture but not in the Human world. What can we do to save ourselves. Realise we are but a part of a larger family. That is not a mark; that is an exstinded family member. No Religion is 100% right. This morning the NYPD morns in tragity. They want to blame on an individual. Wrong target. It is the Politicians that are to be blamed. This will be used as a call for more spying more down grading of the indivual and his rights to be a Naturual complete self. Balance is what is needed. Not more weight on the shoulders of the people. The justice system is not the way out. The churchs have mostly failed us. They cannot even get along with each other. The states no longer support there own people. They are puppets of the National Corperation. Power and Money is all that matters. This is there fuel. It is no longer what is good for you or me. Fairness decency trust good will. WE are ripped off in every corner of our life. At&T was broken up as a monoply only to become a Monster giving away our privacy, now no longer our basic right. I can no longer scratch my own balls in public, yet they can track me Liston in follow and video tape me every where in sight. They Put it into computers that do whatever they are programed to do. Of course they would never scuew it into there veiw point? Then it is you or me that must fight for our Natural rights? Freedom today freedom tonight. We all are enslaved to a goverment of our own design. Student loans for degrees we been hoodwinked into beleiving we need just to survive. Lasting for our entire work life. Yet we do not do the job we were educated for. Now the young are seeing a push for the control of every single house in the country. In the future will you be able to own a Home of your own? Will there be no Chicken in every pot? Will we be the first grass eatters of the new feilds of life we range out on? Will everything be made up? Wake up or be doomed not just for the rest of your life. But the lives of your children and there children. We have gone from occupied- great brittian-to Extervert-#George to introvert with depression-#abe-to extravert and confussion-to sleep Brain froze-old #Joe. I left out the Ugly, wicked and hateful presidents. What #Trump did on Jan 6th is in line with confussion. Therefore, #Trump did what he did for the people from his confused condition beleiving may have been the right thing. Was he wrong? Was #GeorgeWashington wrong? Was #AbrahamLinclon Wrong? Running the country on the highest level does not mean going threw the trash can of the last goverment. Democrats; let our people go… Get on with your elected work. Lead us forward. Tear down the walls of the elete-Tax them. Take down plate readers the cameras the thought control, The montering of our every shit we take.can only lead to the collection and disection of what we eat. Go elsewhere to the corperate farmer and there altered and cotaminated seed for that info. Is to much. WE want freedom based on our defintion not the NSA’s. “Must we all walk away and turn out the lights?” The future is not about you. It is about yours an thre futures. It is no longer about being more wealth than your Dads, live a better life. Its about will our child have more freedom or Jail time?.
War in The United States of America or Unity, you get to decide.
War, What is it? Is it military against Military? Is it nation against nation? Race against Race? Men against woman? Religion against non beleivers? Is it power of the Bomb and its false hopes? Is War in the mind of only men? Will be all die,Yes. Will it be because of lost control or desease? Money motivated Corperations or evil Emprires? Soon America will begain to tear herself apart at the seems. This will be the end philnomnia of the 50 year War On Drugs, a war on its own people, through a mad desire to control monipulate and Dominate her masses through the War on Drugs Created by our greatest criminal president of all times. Richard Nixon. A war designed after a simple magic formula of diversion. Do not look at me or what I have done. Look at them and What I say they may do. After fifty years of this War on the poor white trash , the Black and the Yellowman, the more important the user class, Those that us others to survive beleive the have won. The Females an the native land peoples, all have had it. The two party system designed to be the gate keepers at both ends of the fence can no longer contain the breaches of there dispair. The Democrats believe that threw more and more Jails, More Laws and Long times behind bars will bring the needed reforms. But has not. The politicians do notknow about contagin and how it moves about. Soon a War will break out not between good end evil, left against right ,this race agaist that race. Woman against men. It will be between the parties. That have been used and abused for 50 years becoming inraged agaist the machine. A machine that never trinkals any thing down. A groupd so self interested they have lost track of who they are dealing with. We see this war in action with the Sexual labling as we are driven over the clifts of disbeleif. It does not matter which of the two Parties Win, the Democrat- the control freaks of our time. Or the Republicain that are single minded. Beliving they can survive at it alone. Yes the current Goverment is sick. All part of it. Yes we are out gunned. The true reason to update the 2nd amendment. Anrightly so. We need a Third party to strengthen and exspand our United State. We need to open up an umbrella to the world. We must put away our toys of war. Our knifes of disent and our drugs of the medical elete and the pushers of Prison and medical devises. Those that want to classife us as Drug dditts felons Nut jobs and losers. We need a calming Unity. Or is is we who all shall die. They plan on going to mars, I guess, or under the ground. The details are iffy and not on solid groud. But they are planned. Lets all stop, liston, count to ten, and just look around. We can no longer live by the rules of the past. We must find a new common and fertial ground. A one world goverment is not a vaible opption. The rainbow is an option of color Not a color itself. We survive by our differences as a common self. We must legalize all drugs. We must legalize the sex trade. All the politician are doing it anyway, why not us? We must Make amends to The Indians who keep Anerica healthy while waiting for the Europian to tear it up. We must make amends to The black man That build most of what we call our country. The Chinese and the Irish. We must make other counties whole for the damage we have caused them threw new intovation and good works in our county. Donnie Harold harris For the US Senate Indiana 2022 The Unity Party.
The first Fireman-Mankinds first dynamic discovery.
What is first? What is Fire? What is time?
donnie harold harris
You and Me equal us. Us and Them eqauls all.
The public party of Indiana is a Political Party; “I,” Donnie Harold Harris Started to cause change. Thank you for allowing me to tell you who I am. My story starts out a little unusual. I have perfect recall. Which is kinda like the perfect pitch is in music. This is only possible because of the stomach brain where emotional memories are stored. Our first brian. I remember everything. Allowing me to never have to remember anything as it happens. Here goes. You are the first to hear my story. I was born on 8/1/53 @ 6:33 AM on Saturday morning. My mother was a 19-year-old named Mary. I was her 7th child. She turned 20 the next day. I am an Identical twin. 3 minutes after My brother Who disappeared be for I was born 3 minutes later @ 6:33 AM August the 1st 1953. I was very healthy; he was a very sick baby (TTTS) needing a blood transfusion and incubator for 3 months. So we meet down the road a piece. What happened to me was also sad. I was circumcised against my knowing approval. Fast forward By the time I would finish 8th grade at 15 years old-10 years of schooling/2nd grade, done 2 times, I would go to 21-grade schools some more than once. Live in the guardians’ home 5 /6 times, adding up to over 2 years. Donnie Harold harris would live in over 100 houses. Meeting 10,000 other kids. My friend, I am not a Republican. But an Ex-Democrat. One that is for the most in number. I believe our rights start at birth -ultimately. Government is a privilege, not a right. We are the citizenry and permanent. The government is temporary. Not our rights of citizenship and our greater freedom as a human. Can you help us all? IT IS “I” Donnie Harold Harris Hello, Welcome home. It is I who shall point out the way to go. I am Donnie Harold Harris sent by the all might help with your transition to home. I, Donnie Harold Harris, was born on 08/01/1953 at 6:33 .M. As an Identical twin, Lonnie Darrel Harris, on a sunny Saturday morning with Twin To Twin Transfusion syndrome. He was very sick, yet made it with the Help of an Africam American Lady that gave him a transfusion — saving his life. And possibly mine. I, Donnie Harold Harris, was born the seventh child of a teenage mother named Mary. I have sense meet Gods and Demons on and of this plane of existence. I was purposely sent here for a mission of 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, and four Universities. I would experience torcher beatings and piss- boarding torcher. I was the hate of the African American first hand. I would be Raped and assaulted nine times before I was sixteen. The three that stand out in my gut are rape by a cousin as a baby. A rape by a Catholic Preist at nine. Captured and forced rape by a military soldier at 15 in the summer of 69. After the Priest rape, I would be lead down a road of Sexuality unknown to most people. I was passed around to about 25 local and trafficked to Hollywood ca. for more. I became convinced that this was my calling until a Loud booming voice would change my direction on Hollywood Bouvard. In 1969 when the most famous movie star of the day, Rock Hudson, tried to pick me up two times in July 1969. He asked me a question I have to know about from that day on. What if you were to become president someday? I was a shaggy run-a-way 15-year-old little boy.
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.
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.
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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,
Donnie Harold Harris 