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 once again stirring in my mind. This single being said You are needed. I went to 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 between several visits to the distant place, a planet of confusion, eight other times. This would be my ninth trip down here. A personal, world 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 Seashell 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 long enough to clean up himself. Cleaning up of souls. These layers 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 sections a body family, all the rest of others. All living life is all unaware of every other thing, not alive. Become a rock or a race car some time. A soul spirit, out, 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 there way up in life through a mother, a father that is needed for the balance of Mind and emotional self. Brothers and sisters were like distant planets of other bodies. One could create a whole new world with a wife. Experiencing others working toward greater success for all. Not just for now but for all past present and future lives. The mind became miss-guided my different versions of the single self by differing layers of memories expressing themselves as independent Ideals. Causing not only self-destruction, insanity and self-indulgence, Wars Postulants Greed, and finally, Hate. War and death to all is the “final solution.” 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. The typical protocol is to enter on the first breath. Yet this time, something was wrong. As I was giving last-minute advice, a being shot past me behind the other mirror being that was to be my twin once again. Our ninth and final pairing. I shot after him as the three of us wrestled the poor woman having us. A 19-year old girl named Mary, I would be her 7Th child. A father carpenter was our seed parent. She was still a teenager. Being born into the lowest caste at that time in Severe poverty. At the last moments, I tried to shelter the other twin, Her 6th child, ut 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 warrior. Together, he made it. My protector, y guide, was going to be okay. Or so I thought. I cast 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, at General Hospital in Indianapolis, Indiana. The crossroads of America, crossroads of the world. Let us play… I have waited for 66 years to play.
There is No cause without effect. There is No effect without a cause. All all effect are Equal as the mind is equal in the left and right side. All cause all effect goes threw the lower brians to the Stomach for emotion. Each lower mind does something different with cause before it creates the Effect designed. No effect happens with cause. Therefore death is equal to cause or life. Shall you burn in a Hell for your cause in life? It will be A lot worse than you may Imagine for it will all happen at once. Just as you life becomes at the end… May your Karma be good May your after life be Way better than you can Imagine. The universe is split and you can not see it. That’s OK. It is you that hold every card for this afterlife in “HELL OR A PARaDISES.” With that said, if one can see that both together are yet one of something even larger, one become Enlightened as you become a higher power. One drop of water can become many things. When it is in the ocean it may become The Ocean, lasting possible there for Million years. Or a teardrop lasting only a day. Yet it become a-new drop as rain for something else. After paradise or hell you will be re-born. Trapped as ice for thousands of years or help a baby grow, or become an ant again. It is “I.” P.S. Love a caveman/woman today.
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. 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 8/1/53 @ 6:33 AM. 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 -completely. Government is a privilege and 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
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THE REAL SHAM : Set into motion by the party I love. The Democrats. Now you would think why we are you stupted. Yes I am stupted. This is the “sham.” I admit I went to 21 grade schools. Even with a higher than average I.Q. it was still difficult to survive in the educational system of the 50s/60s. Why is this important in the voting machine highst? Stupidity. The made the machine so complicated then – yelled yes yelled a a 65 year old disabled vetran because he could not understand why they were so complicated. Then I realized why. It was to control my vote. I attest that for the first time in my voting history I HAD to vote for some one i did not want to vote for; Mayor Hogsett in Marion county. I am now glad that I did he seem to be as good as some of the others. But he is no Mayor like other ones we had. Here is my theory. Made things above the threshold of the lowest educated voter ability to understand the use of the machine. Add a few loud mouth ladies to embasses you when you ask what the hell is this shit and you have a good case of a confused voter who will do I of three things. 1. leave without voter – not likeley. 2. figure the thing out- not likely 3. VOTE for the wrong people and never come back. This is very low life way to indoctrnated the public. Then chances of coming back for rights to vote will be weakend. Not sure who has rigged these machines in marion county ; But i am sure of what the outcome was to be. It showed itself by the low voting in INDIANAPOLIS. I want you to know that I am a life time democrat, stepping out of line only to vote for Ronald Ragon. My life as a teen run-a-way would take me to Hollywood Ca. at fifteen. I was viliantly abducted and sexual assaulted my a G.I. from fort Harrison in the “summer of 69″ off east Washinton Street. A polic report was made by me but dropped when I was confronted BY MY RAPIST at my bus stop. Where my whole family was threatened with violent death. I cancel my charge after asking why he had my address. The Sherriff handling the case said he had a right to know even though his acuser. I was 15 and a minor. I never told my family about the threat. But did have strange incounter around my home at the time so I ran to The land of Dreams” Hollowood, Ca. in the Summer of 69. Where I would go to disneyland and meet movie stars. Making me think he was a good guy, I voted for Regan. I was wrong agaian. I wrote about this on facebook only to attacted by and I was brushed off by the local Democratic political people and made to feel weak. They were wrong. It made me stronger. This also would point the guilty finger in there direction. My advise to the cheater in the election cycle; Keep it simple Studid. We will find out. Former Candidate for Governor of Indiana in 2012. Donnie Harold Harris- Public Party Of Indiana