This moment signals a new beginning for humanity. Often called the fourth wave of human history, it marks a fundamental transformation in our collective existence. The term ‘fourth wave’ refers to a shift following the agricultural, industrial, and digital revolutions. Humanity must now reimagine its purpose and direction amid unprecedented change. A sudden, worldwide shower of rocks left most people unconscious. This marked an instant rupture from the familiar world. In the aftermath, a bizarre phenomenon occurred. A rock wall rose from the ground, enclosing the ruins as it grew steadily and formed a new city. Its existence, both mystery and symbol, suggested unknown forces shaping this new era. Amid these extraordinary events, I faced urgent questions about survival, meaning, and my responsibility in this altered reality. Searching for shelter through the air’s sharp metal scent, I longed for you. I pictured your face to calm my heart and steady my breath.
Moving from experience to reflection, I began to question my survival. Why did I survive? Why am I still alive? Is humanity destined for transformation? I felt both relief at surviving and guilt for those who did not awaken. Yet uncertainty shadowed me—why was I spared? Soon, I realized my survival was not isolated. It was part of a larger disruption in life’s patterns. This led me to new philosophical questions about existence and meaning. I began to wonder if survival carries responsibilities. Do survivors owe it to themselves and those who did not endure to search for meaning or purpose? This echoes existentialist views, like Sartre’s, that individuals must create meaning in an indifferent universe. Other perspectives exist. A religious view might see survival as part of a divine plan, with a purpose, or as a test. In contrast, structuralist thought might stress social patterns that shape survival and meaning. My experience, then, becomes part of a broader web beyond my control. Thus, my survival sets me apart from those who perished and compels me to face my function in shaping purpose amid chaos. Ultimately, this experience challenges traditional views of humanity and stimulates reflection on fate, agency, and our obligations to others during crises. Such events force us to confront core aspects of human nature: fear, hope, resilience, and our search for meaning. Through these reflections, I saw that survival brings doubt and asks us to confront questions about the value of life, the randomness of fate, and our ethical responsibilities. As I absorbed all this, I felt the weight of these philosophical consequences. Making sense of reality, I realized, requires both personal reckoning and a broader look at our collective condition. The seriousness of these thoughts made my hands quiver. I sat on my kitchen floor and wondered if today would be the day I am judged.
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.
Long after, a small girl hurled herself into the Fire; she discovered 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, talk, and walk on water. 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. Now, as the world goes insane as a whole, we think little girls are boys and little boys are girls, so we turn them into a new reality for us, not them. 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. Now, Mankind uses Pills and pots or a helpful social worker. It now would and could grow. Fast forward a hundred thousand-plus years. We discover Religion, an out of belief in the Unknown, the dark side of the moon. Dualism was discovered by Zoroastra long after that little girl led the way for Humanity with no fan far parade or pat on the back. She did what was the right thing to do for all, not herself. Mankind became whole again until he wanted my wife, and all hell broke loose as Humankind separated Woman from man. The second dynamic was born even though it was there all along, just like Fire. 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. Appearing as Gods and masias and spiritual leaders of all kinds. The last notice was Mohammid. But he was not the last. 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. What do you mean I can no longer knock her in the head and drag her to my cave? 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. We began to separate ourselves into small specialized groups. Let the games begin. He has a crown, But I have freedom. So, rules and laws would become common. Ehtic, or what was right, became secondary, and laws were invented to control the crowd for the safety of the few. 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 damage 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: Adom was separated by a knife, and a rib was removed, creating the first Woman. A piece was about becoming 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. Is Religion Early Science?
Became widespread until it was dominated by those who wanted something new called power. Religion begot Science, Science begot Medicine, and Medicine addiction begot 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 is far removed from individual men’s views, as Science throws Medicine at 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. 25 million died in the early 2020s as the world trembles in fear of death from COVID-19, and Millions lost from AIDS. Science needs a higher level of training. These scientists are not trained or created by man or the University but by experience. The great Unknown. It is weaponized to root out not viruses but classes of people. What would a world of only one belief be like??? Sterile. We are now in an insane phase to become a world of androgynous races. Test tube babies are the norm. Isolation and sterol. AI will replace us. We will become the Borg. Humanity is on the brink of a giant 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. Even the Gods were unprepared for this tragedy because they are rare and possibly hundreds of thousands of years apart. We have been removed from the surface of the earth’s ground and moved underground many times. It was an Astronomical event. No more than Global Warming has now. The frightened few want the world to suffer as they crucially build personal bunkers for the misunderstanding of the whole. Like any snake, it must be removed from the cave so Humankind can rebuild. A shore story to control, not just the masses, but all the masses only or for personal power. Everyone knows that Mommy can kiss any bo-bo away, and it gets better. That placebo of Momma created Science like a baby; she made a higher state for Humankind through touch, Not sound, taste, or lies. When a government does not disclose to its people, that civilization is on the way out. The men used Science as Medicine and warped it into Medicine as the power to control all life. The Phyciastric Doctor was born to mimic the priest with their nuns called Social Workers. This current war Israel started is why Israel attacked and destroyed Hammas Hospital. They have yet to be held accountable for their assault in New York. But the event only went after a particular group of people, Muslims. A wrong target at that time. The future of Humanity is what is up for grabs. Can a toenail control a whole body? You had better believe it can. Therefore, I postulate the children will set us free. Also, Why Isreal is Killing children Before they become self-aware? Oh yes, a back story is yet to be told. Ask any child what he wants for the future. A fear-free home and family. A nation and world in common beliefs unlike those of Relion Science or War. The main points are 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 watch as children beg and sleep on the streets. A small pond is different than an ocean. Both water from the same rain. 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.
Donnie Harold Harris 