donnie harold harris

Why you? Why me equals three?
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Why you? Why me equals three?


  The world is full of beautiful things. Yet there is you, and there is me. What are we, and could I be three? Am I a thought? Are we in a Dream? or a place of make-believe? Is this a simulation? Why do I need it? I be me?            All I know is that there was you, and then there was me. I remember Him, Yet how could we be? First, there was Him, and then there was we. Soon, there was her and then all three—a triangle of misconception after the conception of the cause of realizing to him only to realize me. I realized that there was she. Momma, who art thou? Is reality because I think it is? Am I the eye of a needle, a thought, a concept of possibilities, a belief, a reflection, a theme, a song, a play, a way a day, or eight days a week? Are we the make-up of meat? Why dream or scheme and assimilate into higher states or reasons to believe? What am I to believe? Are we solid or water in a bag of skin that thinks conceives and directs something like a song by the wind or a crybaby in wet pants? How can an Idea change the world? What causes belief and need? Why are we? How could we be? Would you help us, please? Are we the wheel inside the wheel inside the wheel? Can I find what it is I am looking for? Why do I see the moon if the sun shines on a rock? Which way do I go? Do  I go with You...  Are there rails along the road to keep us in Or out of something else that may be the best place? Are we stimulated to assimilate into some core concept a higher Ideal or larger self? How Can I live if I have to die? Can I speak and not cry? Can I hold your hand? Can I live or pretend? Am I whole or a Soul? Am I the Trinity like him? There is me, you, and everyone else, and yet I feel like a sham. Shall the toe become the master plan? <eading the foot and the body follows, and I decide what is real or just stuff or fluff a simulation of a deducted play or strategy. Is life's purpose to die a happy man? As I believe so, shall it be? Have I the right to demand? God said I see the light. Not let there be light. God created a Man in his image. Are these the three parts of man and humanity? The heart, the soul, and the mind? With a body through in for good measure? Is God all three? Does God have a body, a hand, a foot, and a hat rake? Does God play God, or is he God? Is a man a man or a woman without a plan? Can a Body say it is free while imprisoned on a planet or a land? What are we escaping from, too? A toenail will die without a toe. What is the plan, humanity? There is no matrix, but there are ideals of interactive make-believe that God is a Man. I have a dream. I need a plan. With your help, we can change how we live in the promised land. Please remember that even the silliest ideas can sometimes lead to breakthroughs and innovations. So, don't be afraid to think outside the box and explore unconventional possibilities. Who knows, your next "silly" idea could be the one that changes everything! So, embrace your creativity and take risks because sometimes unexpected ideas yield the most outstanding results. During the writing process, Grammarly generated responses to the following AI prompts:

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God, George Carlin And I had a lovely time last night.
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God, George Carlin And I had a lovely time last night.


God, George Carlin And I had a lovely time last night. I met George Carlin in a bar where he was having a drink. I sat on the stool next to him. I want to ask him if he remembered a Time We met with my Mirror Twin as he pumped gas on Sunset or Wilshire and the 405 freeway during the gas shortages and the odd days and lines. Lonnie was pumping gas there. It was during the gas shortage of the Carter administration in 70 s. Before I could get the conversation started, he said. I am meeting God. We’re going to the Movies. Do you want to come?….. I thought quickly and decided to bite. Off we went to Wilshire Boulevard. I keep a sharp eye out for God. I was still waiting for him to a show. We were watching the movie when I suddenly realized that Jesus had come. I was mumbling about Dad’s This and Dad’s That complaint. I thought, DID GEORGE MEAN God>>DAD? A triangle? Without warning, The movie became everything. Somehow, The 4 of us became part of the film. I was walking through it as fourth, a viewpoint that cannot be viewed. We were as God; He as us. I was With George. We walked toe-toe. Both noticed That everything was the same, except everything kept repeating itself. Like Groundhog Day, the movie, except Faster. The same people keep watching the same film, and the restaurant would let people out the side door only to have them walk to the front once again. Now that you think about it, George did get the Popcorn. Did he LSD25 God? I had heard about Baba Ram Dass LSDing, his guru. Maybe me, too? Maybe the salt. So, I keep up my obnosis with him. It was as if everyone and everything were in a recurring cycle forever. Yet we walked through, talked, and visited with hundreds. Non-realized their condition. How could this be? Who invented that dress? Those slippers that Towel? And why could I not pinpoint this Ever-present God? We never did say a word to each other during the event. I never saw Jesus again. I wanted to ask him if he remembered me From My Sunset Boulevard Encounter with him in 1979. A reality check, if you will. Is humanity frozen into a solid or sluggish soup? When the 2 of us walked into the night air and glow of the street light. George said to me as he turned and walked away. Thanks For the memories. Lonnie Darrel Harris. I said But wait a second, I am Donnie Harold Harris. His Identical Twin, Mirror Twin, Was this whole thing for him? When Lon Called out and Said to me Am I too Late. I said I don’t know what they put in their Popcorn, But it is A Most Enjoyable Show. Let’s Go. My pattern In hand. God, well, He is everything. He has been all along like the wind. He moves in Broad strokes. Individually. 2014: The year of us all. Did George Carlin LSD God? Was Lonnie Darrel Harris meant to be a part of the experience, or was it meant for his identical twin, Donnie Harold Harris? The movie was The King Of Hearts On Santa Monica blvd, Just off the 405 in Westwood. As per the text, it is not clear whether George Carlin is an LSD God or not. I never knew for sure.

It is also still being determined whether the whole experience was meant for Lonnie Darrel Harris or his identical twin, Donnie Harold Harris. What did George Carlin mean when he said he was meeting God and they were going to the movies? Was the experience meant for Lonnie Darrel Harris or his identical twin, Donnie Harold Harris?

Are you being serious? Are you being serious? Ask God when you meet with him.

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The Insane Complexities of The World Going Mad; Has the World Gone Mad?
Dualism; Nature’s first Science. Thus, Spoke Zarathustra.
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Dualism; Nature’s first Science. Thus, Spoke Zarathustra.


Dualism; Nature’s first Science. Thus, Spoke Zarathustra.
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Donnie Harold Harris 666
A genuinely courageous act is noticed by all men.
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A genuinely courageous act is noticed by all men.


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Education is the sunlight of tomorrow’s future growth.

Education is the sunlight of tomorrow’s future growth.


  Nothing we have been told is true about the past.  Yet, we need education. What can be done to consolidate the future for our own to evolve into? Justice is out. Religion is lost, and families are becoming old hats. Shall we all become Individuals again? Trust will become unknown. Hope shall be a mystery. And love, for the tricksters alone? To ensure a future of group purpose, we need a planet-wide general-purpose larger than all the other factors combined. Going to Mars is for the wealthy and miss informed. Securing our home planet is what is needed. If a rock large and cruel headed our way, would a rocket be used for the wealthy of us to escape to mars or to blow up the rock? Are we allowing the 1% now to take away our own future? Our family’s future? Shall we forget about Dr. No, and others that James Bond fought against? Was that any more fantasy than the Techknowledge of the sci-fi writers of yesteryear that created the idea of planet escapism? It is all of our business planet-wide, each woman, child, man, and animal. donnie harold harris Candidate US Senate 2022 Indiana

Odds & Ends- Know them!

Odds & Ends- Know them!


Knowing your odds Extends like a power source across the known nine dynamics. Slipping in and becoming one into the other. Like Race-Crime- Sexism- and woman? Knowing your ODDS does not make it right but usable. Ends ; well that is where the game ends. death is an end an life is right about now. So if your fat remember he’s got flat feet. Lets be in Love.

Buffalo that roam.

Buffalo that roam.


I had another vision today. I call this one “Buffalo that roam”. I watched from a distance, a small Indian boy playing in the fresh, clean lands of the Indian. He was in a valley where one could see for 40 miles. Or just down there where there played a single boy of 10. Suddenly he was eye to eye with a full-grown male Buffalo. After a moment or so without losing gaze he moved off to the left. I noticed that his father stood nearby on the top of a small hill… Hidden from his veiw. All was well when out of the hot spring day, a small herd of Buffalo that roam. appeared all around the boy. The dad moved down to his son. Only to see the Buffalo roam right by. The dad cheif puffed up and wonder what talk he shall hear from his son when he come home. Suddenly awakened, the dad chief looked to see 40 miles away a herd of Buffalo that roam or not roaming were on there way. Leaping in 12 foot jumps, the Father watched in horror as his son, now in reach was trampled on the soil so perfect for an apple tree to grow, he laid. The father had but a moment to live before the Thousands of Roaming Buffalo did him as well as they do. I watch in disbelief in what had happened on this beautiful day. In about 20 minutes. What could it mean. What is natural is God’s way. What is an unkind kill is the opposite of that. Big DHH

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In the beginning of time…


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.