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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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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