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.