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‘Look, it is a God.’


As I looked out in the direction of my all, I noticed something moving in my direction. I was a bright light with brilliance unclouded, Unclaring. I said to my next self, ‘Look, it is a God.’ Coming to see me. I greeted the being and asked why it was here. My 144,000,000 selves were standing in perfect harmony. All look at us. There were parts of my total self. He said it was time once again to return to Earth—a possible prison planet for those with loose screws and other mental and spiritual conditions. Physicalness was no longer critical. We all had agreed to be as we were—a Larger self of our smaller selves. I had no emotional attachment to this trip, but I knew it was vital. The time had come to complete the overall plan that God had decided. I would once again be paired with my favorite Earthling and fellow 8-time twin. I was whisked away without any interruption. The light god directed me to a tunnel of light, and as my twin arrived, he stopped me after he had let me into the tunnel. He whispered into my ear a commandment. Then, without warning, a third being shot by us both behind my twin. I followed in pursuit. Then I realized it was a birth channel, and suddenly I was pushed out as a new baby. Lonnie Darell harris, as he would be named, was born prematurely and came out second. The middle being was a ghost rider—one who enters the womb at birth without taking a body. Lonnie had a 1% chance of survival, and I had a 5% chance of survival. But we were lucky.A new hospital had just been opened for women with pregnancy trouble by Dr. Colman, who had lost his own daughter in childbirth. They saved us both that Saturday at 6:30 and 6:33 AM on August 1, 1953. Both are named 666. Lonnie Darell Harris and Donnie Harold Harris. You will see why that is an essential part of the story later. We were born with something called TTT, Twin to Twin Transfusion Syndrome. He went to an ICU and had a life-changing blood transfusion from a Black American Lady. He was saved. After a few months, we would be reunited. I thought I had killed my old friend. We went to stay at our dad’s brother’s house, where the troubles all started. I would not even be old enough to roll over when I was sexually assaulted by a teenage boy who was a first cousin. Never allow a male to babysit a baby. Then my other cousin was inappreciative of me and did sexual stuff with us both. This was when we were in the first grade, and I was in the second grade: two molesters and one uncle who liked to show me his dick, hard, but never touched me. My mother was a teenager when she had us. She was 19 and turned 20 the next day. I was her 7th child, 4th son. She was molested at 12, had a child when she was 13, and then had a total of 10 children before she was 23. One brother passed away at 6 months old from pneumonia after a broken window in our house in the wintertime. After being serially molested by Ronnie, a first cousin, we went through the courts to live with our dad, who was going to get married in a year to Larry, a German Jew, and a stepmother. We were pathetic little boys having to eat dog food to survive at this house. Then they were allowed to marry, and we moved up the street from Heaven on Earth. Or at least I thought it was. It was the largest church I had ever seen—Sacred Heart Catholic Church in Indianapolis’ south side. Every first weekend, we got up and went outside and played kick the can. We had no toys and a few marbles. But we had plenty of cans. Our orders are not to cross any street. We were nine. It was easter weekend and we were high on our new life. Then tragedy hit. We kicked the can south down a street to an open parking lot of the Sacred Heart Catholic Church. We were high as we had ever been, so free, and God loved us. He surely did. We had a new mom, a new house, and our dad had a job. Then we spotted two gloryist priests appear to be floating in the air, coming toward us from this church, unlike any I had seen. They were highly animated. They were furious and told us to stop making so much noise on a Saturday morning between Good Friday and easter. They were dressed as gods with robes, hats, and everything that we could dream they would be wearing. When we told them we had no toys and no friends, they asked us if we had ever been bowling. We were boys living in the lowest forms of poverty, of course, we had not. So they took us by the hands, my twin and I, to go bowling. Whatever that was. I was still larger than Lonnie, and we looked like older and younger brothers because of his birth defects. I had felt an overwhelming need to protect him. I felt a survivor’s grief from taking all the food in the womb. I had forgotten my prebirth encounter and was in grief. The two priests took us to the bowling alley in the basement and had us take our shoes off to go bowling. I then noticed holes in my socks and my shoes. He said that they had children’s clothes to give us. Spit us up, then had me take my socks off, my t-shirt, and finally my underwear. He asked me if I had ever had a medical exam. Telling me he was a medical doctor as well as a priest. He then proceeded to examine me and stuck something in my butt hole. I had a nurse feel my ball sack once and thought it was normal. Then I realized my twin was missing and I began to panic. We were united and taken out the door, but we never got to bowl. Self-awareness

The text describes a vivid and unusual personal narrative, blending elements of spiritual journey, pre-birth memory, challenging early life experiences, and disconcerting encounters. Here’s a summary of the key events and themes:

Pre-Birth and Birth:

  • The narrator recounts a pre-birth experience where they, along with “144,000,000 selves,” encounter a divine being. [0]
  • This being directs the narrator to return to Earth, described as a “possible prison planet.” [0]
  • The narrator is “paired with my favorite Earthling and fellow 8-time twin.” [0]
  • They enter a “tunnel of light,” and a third being, a “ghost rider,” shoots past them into the birth channel. [0]
  • The narrator is then born prematurely as Donnie Harold Harris, followed by their twin, Lonnie Darell Harris, who is also premature. [0]
  • They are born with Twin-to-Twin Transfusion Syndrome (TTT). [0]
  • A new hospital specializing in high-risk pregnancies, founded by Dr. Colman, saves them despite very low chances of survival. [0]
  • Lonnie receives a life-saving blood transfusion from a Black American woman. [0] 

Early Childhood Trauma and Family Life:

  • After a period of separation, the twins are reunited and move in with their paternal uncle. [0]
  • The narrator describes being sexually assaulted by a teenage cousin and later by another cousin. [0]
  • An uncle is also mentioned for inappropriate behavior. [0]
  • The narrator’s mother is described as a teenager when she had them, having been molested at a young age herself, and having many children quickly. [0]
  • One brother died in infancy from pneumonia due to a broken window. [0]
  • After the molestations, the boys go through the courts to live with their father. [0]
  • They endure a period of poverty, even eating dog food. [0]
  • Their father marries Larry, a German Jew, described as a stepmother. [0]

The Church Encounter and Further Trauma:

  • They move near Sacred Heart Catholic Church in Indianapolis. [0]
  • During Easter weekend, while playing outside, they encounter two priests from the church. [0]
  • The priests, initially seeming kind, invite the boys to go bowling since they have no toys. [0]
  • At the bowling alley, one priest, claiming to be a doctor, has the narrator remove their clothes under the pretense of a medical exam and proceeds to sexually assault them. [0]
  • The narrator realizes their twin is missing during this time. [0]
  • The encounter ends with them being united and taken out, but they never got to bowl.
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Can the sickness of humanity or the evolution of mankind be caused by other forces?


Is it humanity’s sickness or humankind’s evolution caused by other forces? Are they the same thing, or are they the opposite of the same thing? Can we use the tools of Ethical doctrine, moral laws, or levels of dynamic existence to shed light on these crucial questions about our times? Can we roast the coffee beans and get co-coo? Ah, the intricate dance between our health and the forces shaping us is fascinating! 🌟 Let’s explore this together.

Evolution and Sickness: A Cosmic Tango

  1. The Evolutionary Lens:
    • Imagine this: Our species, Homo sapiens, has been gracefully waltzing through time. Along the way, we’ve encountered some fascinating partners—microorganisms like bacteria, viruses, and worm parasites. They’ve been our companions since the dawn of our existence, like the intriguing friends who always bring a new perspective to the party. These microorganisms evolve at breakneck speed compared to us. While we’re still figuring out how to use our smartphones efficiently, they’re changing ways to dodge our immune defenses. It’s like they’ve got an express lane in the evolutionary race.
    • So, yes, these microbial companions have influenced our evolution. They’ve nudged our genetic makeup, shaped our immune responses, and even left their mark on our susceptibility to certain diseases1.
  2. The Dance of Disease:
    • Now, let’s talk about sickness. Why do we get sick? Well, it’s a mix of factors:
      • Mutation: Sometimes, our genes throw a little party and invite mutations. These genetic hiccups can lead to diseases.
      • Genetic Drift: Imagine a genetic game of musical chairs. Population changes—migration, admixture, and shifts in size—shuffle the deck. Some alleles (gene variants) become more common, while others fade into obscurity.
      • Natural Selection: Survival of the fittest, my friend. If a genetic trait helps us survive and reproduce, it sticks around. If not, it gets the boot.
  3. These forces—mutation, drift, and selection—shape the distribution of disease-risk alleles across human populations. It’s like a cosmic choreography; the steps, or changes in our genetic makeup, are written in our DNA, guiding the dance of disease across human populations. The Yin and Yang of Health and Environment:
  4. The Grand Finale:
    • So, my inquisitive friend, the sickness of humanity and our evolution—it’s a grand symphony with many movements. Forces beyond our control—microbes, genetics, and the environment—shape the melody. And we, the active participants, are here to understand and appreciate their rhythm.🎶 “To the left, mutation! To the right, natural selection! And now, a twirl of genetic drift!” 🎶

Remember that these forces can lead to sickness but also drive our resilience and adaptation. In this cosmic tango, we’re not just dancers. We’re also the choreographers, constantly learning new steps and improving our performance.

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A young girl discovers dualism in 200,000 B.C.


Long after, a small girl huddled herself into the Fire, discovering 56 things about it. Threw her will and senses alone, not her thinking mind. Mankind discovered Fire. That had been there all along. It took about 200,000 years to discover its secrets before all of Mankind began to walk and talk. We began noticing what each other ate, used, lived, and roamed at. When she jumped into the Fire, a few dozen body and mental signals fired off in her small Brain. Like an astronaut going into space for the first time. Humankind had pulled a deer leg out of a lighting strike fire to eat. He eats the wolf or bison. He had other opposable eats. But nothing like this had happened to Mankind. Like the monkey on the beach washing off the sand until a hundred had, the world somehow knew what must be done as Humanity reached a higher state of survival. The powerful need to survive. L.R. Hubbard would famously say this is the basic impulse of Humanity. To Survive. Not only as a child, a mom, or a dad but as a tribe. A unit, a group. Us and Them. Those and those and us. The only separation was in other species and other breads of Humanity. The Nenauthaals. We started to cook our meat to kill the bacteria and other impurities we did not know, yet we did the right thing. This fire thing allows our eating function to recover and become more efficient, moving power to our new source of being our bain. It now would and could grow. Fast forward a hundred thousand-plus years. We discover Religion out of belief in the unknown. We build worlds to worship this drive. As intense as that little girl had discovered with the Fire. It was the basis of a new level of dreams. Dreams that we all, no matter our placement, could have. Our future selves would arrive by flight to ensure and pamper us until we had become self-aware. Then, Like the left Brain, right brain / the male, female/ the child, the mom and dad/ the chief, and this event, we began to fight each other. A beginning to a new state of man. We began to look far out into the heavens and inward into ourselves for direction and answers to what it all means. We seemed to be part of this living business. The ego would be developed alongside the Ruling class. He has a crown, But I have freedom. So, rules and laws would become common. Wars would kill millions over a single girl. India had Arjuna, and Greece had Lillith. Some unexpected things happened. We were not aware that an asteroid dam nearly destroyed the world along with Humankind. Then it would happen. Humankind’s first dreamer of dreams was so unusual that he would be jeopardized wherever he roamed. Zoroaster would dream of watching the Fire. He dreamed of millions of ways it would help Humankind of all kinds. Even the rocks and stones themselves are alive and flowing as heated rock called magma. Where new life would spring out after some time. They would wonder if there is this, is there that? and The Universe glorified him as The first aware man. This human was about 7500 years or so ago. After an event known collectively as The Yunger Dryuis event. Humanities dream had split into two beliefs. The Zoroastrians and the unbelievers or those that relied on brute force and domination. The man was strong, and the woman was weak. A story would be presented that Adom was separated, and a piece was to become a woman. Impossible physics would be the instrument. Waiting for Humanity to catch up and discover that a man emerges from the woman. Not The other way around. Sex was impulse-driven, and what was even taking place? Eating a fish and getting a tummy ache was not a connected event. Zoroastra, like the young girl, would be Humand’s next link to a fuller being. He realized some opposites created something else entirely. Religion or early Science became widespread until it was dominated by those who wanted something new called power. Religion begot Science, and Science begot Medicine and Medicine addiction and death. Medicine looks inward and outward to the degree Science was allowed by Religion at that time. We went into the dark ages, a group thing. The church and its new power were not to be messed with.Now war,s are far removed from individual men’s views by Science throwing Medicine to chemicals, needles, and doubts. Are we being altered to a slave solution? Are we being harvested in some way? Dualism is Humankind’s Only hope of finding a future where there is none. There is the Now, a hell on earth. That is it. Until we created Heaven. to direct the traffic of Humanity along to a future dream. We give our power away to all those who try to stop us from our lives. There is a Justice system, a system so despicable that it is feared by every human on the planet. causing it into continuous existence. Viruses are Causing us to fear life itself because of our primary need to survive. It is weaponized to root out not viruses but classes of people. What would a world of only one belief be like??? Isolation and sterol. AI will replace us. We will become the Borg. Humanity is on the brink of a huge leap forward in understanding its place within the Universe. We cannot get there by any older means. Not by Powers of War, Beliefs, or Self Richiousness. Science will help but not get us all there. Medicine will ease our suffering when we fall and go boom. It is through collectively respecting all of life, and Yes, that means each other. Not war or walls or nukes will make us whole. Talk, Touch, Laugh, Dance, and be with one another. Dualism is not A to Z but A to B. Be kind to one another, especially those who are different than you. Or someone you do not know. The Younger Dyuis event caused the flood that watered down the world and had nothing to do with humankind. Ethics or costume or beliefs. It was an Astronomical event. No more than Global Warming has now. A shore story to control not just the masses but all the masses only or personal power. Everyone knows that Mommy can kiss any bo, and it gets better. That placebo of Momma created Science. The men warped that into Medicine and power to control all life. This current war Israel started is why Israel attacked and destroyed Hammas Hospital. The future of Humanity is what is up for grabs. Therefore, I postulate the children will set us free. Also, Why Isreal is Killing children Before they become self-aware? Oh Yes, There is a back story yet to be told. For now. Ask any child what he wants for the future. The main point is Children First, Moms Second, Dads Third, and Families Fourth. Then everyone else. In 200,000 years, Humanity has become the right Brain while weak on the left side. while leaving people’s bodies behind. Billionaires while children beg on the streets. Wars were there. We had none before. Medicines are Unexplained and deadly or crippling to some. False medical beliefs without outside inspections. Known collectively as second opinions. Our future will and must be decided by a child. An incredible being of unknown source of power. A dreamer and creator (collective cause and effect) simultaneously. Yes, I got my duality in there.
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God, George Carlin And I had a lovely time last night.


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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. My mother, a teenager, was a 19-year-old named Mary. I was her 7th child. She turned 20 the next day. I am an Identical twin. I was born 3 minutes after My brother, Who disappeared before I was born 3 minutes later, @ 6:33 A.M. August 1st, 1953. Mom told me she had to yell at the Delivery team several times to get them to her side because something was wrong. They had become overwhelmed, saving my twins’ life. I was very healthy; he was a sick baby born (Twin To Twin Transfusion Syndrome). Need a blood transfusion and incubator for six months. My survival rate was 10%. His was 1%. We were not supposed to make it. Yet we did. I have visions of three souls traveling down to occupy the two bodies. I’m not sure who or what happened to the third middle soul. I was stopped for a last-minute briefing by a Higher being when the middle one shot past me. The first is known this lifetime as Lonnie Darrel Harris, who has been my twin companion for eight other lives over the last 9200 years. This is our ninth and final one, per an old agreement. After several months of wondering what I had done when we were finally reunited, I went to this new life. At about 12 months. My male 14-year-old cousin, a repeating baby sister, had molested me. I recall there were two babies on the bed when he Molested me. I could not roll over on my own. What happened to me was also sad. I 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. I believe our rights start at birth with our first breath. Government is a privilege, not a right. At all costs, the babies and children are at the most risk at this writing. A new form of molestation has become the norm with reconstruction surgery and mind stripping and implanting new identities. We are the citizenry and permanent residents of the planet, not anything in our minds or made up in any way. The government is temporary. Our right to single citizenship is our greater freedom as a human. I do not believe in the slip costs of a child or the slit religion of split citizenship. Be it a city-state country or the whole world. Can you help us all to secure a future for our children? Hello, Welcome home. It is I who shall point out one way we may go. I am Donnie Harold Harris, sent by a God that might help your transition to your home planet. On a sunny Saturday morning, Donnie Harold Harris was born on 08/01/1953 at 6:33 A.M. As an Identical twin, Lonnie Darrel Harris. He was very sick, only making it with the help of an African-American Lady who gave him a transfusion. Thus saving his life. And possibly mine. I, Donnie Harold Harris, was born the seventh child of a teenage mother named Mary. I have met Gods and Demons on this and other planes of existence. I 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 hate 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. A Rape by a Catholic Preist at nine years old 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, my Catholic wife. Father Morely and his brother Bud Morely. 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 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 would turn down a wilder-than-I-could-imagine-sex party with two girls on Hollywood Blvd. With a small Charlie Manson following behind. I would meet him once again at Pandora’s box at sunset. We had Villa Street Indpls and the children’s home in common. I did not know how to return to Hollywood, so I passed on the orgy.