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The Impact of Women in Human History


The largest thing humanity has had to face is the trials of tribulation. 1. Woman. This alone would take thousands of years, after the first girl ran up, grabbed a bush by its limb, and lit the rest of the world. Causing light in darkness to separate. And allowed for a safer life and cooked meat. A heat in the cold. She was mankind’s first God. A little girl is doing something at play. Music would be discovered in a like type manner. Until you have a cell phone and a radio. Then the men directed their resources directly at the children, and pedophilia has been running since before Adam and Eve. The reason they were both nude. She would, in fact, lead a shepherd to Zoroastrianism and God and the Devil. It got most of it right. God is the father of the devil and Jesus. There are twins 1. Woman 2. Children 3. Sheep 4. Other tribes of men. 5. The adding machine. With this, we get Acholalizism and drug war and religion, medicine, education, and mom and dads. Justice systems and law and order. All aberrations in time. Like a sunny day, it may rain later. And psychiatry.

  1. I call them the following sins. They seem to follow humanity in all forms, all the time, everywhere, simultaneously. Men write songs, build wars and walls, all for the animal that drives in him. Addiction follows men as a shadow, causing religion. Molestation and drink.
A Zoroastrian-inspired image.

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From There to here. A prison planet.


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. 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 passage you’ve shared describes a profoundly spiritual and deeply traumatic journey, encompassing themes of pre-birth agreements, difficult birth circumstances, early childhood molestation, poverty, and betrayal by trusted figures within a religious setting. Here’s a breakdown of the story’s key elements and a reflection on its profound themes:

Pre-Birth and Birth Experience:

  • Spiritual Origin: The narrator describes a pre-birth existence as part of a larger, collective self, agreeing to return to Earth, which is envisioned as a “prison planet” for some. This suggests a spiritual purpose behind the incarnational journey. [0]
  • Twin Connection: The narrator is paired with a “favorite Earthling and fellow 8-time twin,” indicating a strong, recurring connection across lifetimes. [0]
  • Unique Birth Scenario: The birth itself is unusual, involving a “tunnel of light” and a “ghost rider” who enters the womb without taking a physical body. The narrator’s twin, Lonnie, is born prematurely with Twin-to-Twin Transfusion Syndrome (TTT), having a very low chance of survival. Both are born on August 1, 1953, at 6:30 and 6:33 AM, and are named Lonnie Darell Harris and Donnie Harold Harris, with the narrator hinting at the significance of the “666” in their names. [0]
  • Miraculous Survival: A new hospital specializing in high-risk pregnancies and a life-saving blood transfusion from a Black American woman contribute to Lonnie’s survival. The narrator also survives despite the low chance. [0] 

Early Childhood Trauma:

  • Serial Molestation: The narrative details a horrific period of serial molestation, starting with the narrator being sexually assaulted by a teenage first cousin while still an infant. This is followed by further abuse by another cousin and an uncle who exposes himself. [0]
  • Mother’s History: The mother’s own history of early molestation and numerous pregnancies at a young age adds a layer of intergenerational trauma to the story. [0]
  • Poverty and Neglect: The boys experience extreme poverty, resorting to eating dog food at their father’s house, highlighting a lack of basic care and protection. [0] 

Betrayal within the Church:

  • False Promise of Refuge: After moving to a new home near Sacred Heart Catholic Church, which the narrator initially perceives as “Heaven on Earth,” a new set of traumas unfolds. [0]
  • Abuse by Priests: Two priests, initially appearing “gloryist” and inviting the boys to go bowling, proceed to sexually abuse the narrator under the guise of a medical exam. [0]
  • Sense of Betrayal: The sacred space of the church and the perceived benevolence of the priests are shattered, replaced by a profound sense of betrayal and vulnerability. [0] 

Themes and Reflections:

  • Spiritual Journey and Earthly Challenges: The story juxtaposes a spiritual understanding of existence with the harsh realities of physical life, particularly for those facing difficult circumstances. The idea of Earth as a “prison planet” for some adds a layer of commentary on suffering and resilience. [0]
  • Intergenerational Trauma: The mother’s history of molestation and early pregnancies, coupled with the children’s experiences, illustrates how trauma can be passed down and impact subsequent generations. [0]
  • Vulnerability and Betrayal: The narrative highlights the extreme vulnerability of children, especially those facing poverty and lack of protection. The abuse by trusted figures, including family members and religious leaders, constitutes a profound betrayal. [0]
  • Resilience and Survival: Despite the horrific experiences, the narrator and Lonnie survive, demonstrating remarkable resilience in the face of adversity. [0]
  • The Search for Meaning: The narrator’s pre-birth memories and the spiritual framing of the story suggest a search for meaning and purpose amidst the suffering. The “overall plan that God had decided” hints at a larger cosmic design at play. [0] 

The passage is a powerful and unflinching account of a life marked by both spiritual depth and profound trauma. It invites reflection on the nature of suffering, the enduring strength of the human spirit, and the complexities of faith and betrayal.

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How did I become me?


How can we challenge our assumptions to embrace diverse perspectives and enrich our society?

What strategies can we implement to ignite the passion for critical thinking discussions in everyone?
In what ways can asking transformative questions reshape our understanding of intricate global issues? How do thought-provoking questions ignite innovation and creativity across different fields? What role do open-ended questions play in nurturing profound connections among individuals? How have I gotten to where I am? How did I arrive at this understanding? Believe that the unborn are soulless because I vividly remember my twin and I entering our bodies at our first breath. There was a brief encounter with the Being that asked me to return to Earth again as we move into the soul pattern of reentry. They swiped a third being entered between Lonnie and me. Never found this again. While I don’t hold this belief as an absolute certainty, it resonates deeply within me. Why have I arrived at this understanding, Believee, that the unborn are soulless because I vividly remember my twin and I entering our bodies at our first breath.
While I don’t hold this belief as an absolute certainty for all, it resonates deeply within me. I’m sure we are all remigrating back into earth bodies for differing reasons. His could be a prison planet, according to L. Ron Hubbard and his OT 3 story. How did I arrive at this understanding? Believe that the unborn are soulless because I vividly remember my twin and I re-entering our bodies at our first breath. While I don’t hold this belief as an absolute certainty, it resonates deeply within me. How did I arrive at this understanding? Believe that the unborn are soulless because I vividly remember my twin and I entering our bodies at our first breath. While I don’t hold this belief as an absolute certainty, it resonates deeply within me. As the body develops into an infantry unit by about three years old, it connects to itself and its surroundings. The most important is its mom. Therefore, I do not like women doing men’s work and should have the first three years on the rest of our dime. Because their healthcare and safety protect us and expand their creativity for the benefit of all. I am in favor of mothers’ rights and the responsibilities of being a parent. Healthcare and education are a plus for all humanity when provided to a mother and child.
I was born in the lowest forms of poverty to a teenage mom. I have no Idea how she did what she did. He was her seventh child and 4th son. he was twelve when she was first sexualised by a family member, most likely. He would turn twenty the day after we were born with twin-to-twin transfusion syndrome. Pretty much a death sentence for Lonnie with 5% survival rate, and I’m the younger and a terrible lifetime burden for me as the survivor with 10%. We were early, but Dad was not at home. They played music in a bar, and it was 6:30 / 6:33 AM. They were rushed to Colman Hospital for Women for this complicated delivery. Omen’s health and healthcare are the things that the future of humanity is hinged on. We must take the best care of them first, their babies and children second, and the seniors after that. Propose giving them voting rights in proxy based on the body’s age. Oh, she would have as many votes as she has buddies, and one more for herself. ot the dads, even if they are separated, dead, or divorced. Women create the future. They have the power of life. Ads generate
The direction of the family.

How can we challenge our assumptions to better understand diverse perspectives in society? What strategies can we implement to engage more people in critical thinking discussions? In what ways can asking questions reshape our understanding of complex global issues? How do thought-provoking questions stimulate innovation and creativity in various fields? What role do open-ended questions play in fostering deeper connections among individuals?

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“Mother Mary” Is She Jesus Equal?


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The Insane Complexities of The World Going Mad; Has the World Gone Mad?

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The Humanity of the entire world are related to one another.


The planet is alive and can be killed like a single body can. One cancer cell can spread to the rest of the body. This is why we must stop its growth. In the body, we use Radiation. The least likely choice of any sane man. Nuclear war is its larger self, Radiation, for a planetary-scale death. Individually, we are but a reflection of what we think the world is. A body can have a stroke, and a world can have a war. A heart attack is a nuclear attack. A cavity is a space in the body. It will have hidden treasure within its spaces, as if it were left for discovery there. Arthritic pain, pus, or mass. To guide a direct humanity. A local custom is a belief in something. Being lost causes a home instinct or thoughts, Momma, to kick in. God is our highest thought process with him on a throne. It is really you there. Addiction is like the tide, always predictable and isolated. Yet controlled by the moon as tides. Something outside of the self causes it to continue. The Sun (son) is larger and outside the moon (female), causing the mood. When one combines science and Religion in humanity, one creates all the states of humanity, which are called emotions. Everything is fixed, and you cannot change it. We pray to God, the sun/son king. Or we beg to change a condition by combining Placebo, early science, and Religion. Praying to Mother Mary is wrong and is a misdirection by the Catholic Church, the evil empire.. Zionism is the highest state of complexity of the allness of existence. But they also have problems of misdirection. Mercy is the highest power; it allows both sides to win. Males and females are a recent discovery by a shepherd named Adam. Using a rib, ( a penis ) he created a set of twins that had minds of there own. The snake was changed from a rib for effect or misdirection. The apple was altered for Adam’s seed. They simply did not know how babies were made at that time. It was the secret sauce to life. Food at that time was not understood in its place in the food chain. WE need to once again separate science from Religion itself, a complicated placebo. Religion has a shortage with emotion, causing it to misfire into Miss Emotion, or a Lack

of Knowledge source.
Old ways and old medical science are a death sentence for the individual and humanity as a whole. We must reeducate, retrain, and isolate the bad individual cells—the cancer cells of the planet. This technology, the Justice system, is the archaic justice system of the world, causing more of itself to become cancerous. Justice does not work—no more than cutting off a leg fixes its toenail. Religion is not cancerous, but it is an oil that allows it to spread. Medical science and the need to make a buck are the prime causes of world distrust hate and rape. The three most significant factors of our lives. Borders are needed as the body is not a glob of cells. Put the specialized into separate categories. The skin is the divider space, the caves, blood, and blands are the rivers, and the air is the way of life, not food. The Sun, moon, and stars are the source of our future. At birth, a baby does not know it is separate from its mommy. Who is his moon, dad is his Sun, and siblings are his stars. The universe is its path for future life. Then he realises he has many haters and those who think they have the right to design you for what they covet. Child rape is the cause of lowered child birth. The DNA shows that most of the world is first cousins to each other. But we are creators and now can pull ourselves up and move as a world in a new direction. For a new cause and a future for our humanity to build on.
There have never been kings or gods. They are leaders and outlookers. And UFOs are us in our future states. Not the use of the now. Thank God the Father for that. Who is God? Everything else is unknown. That is God. As your personal dad is unknown to you. He is separate from your mom for a reason. Your mom is known as you, and you have been part of her since birth. Abortion is the death of a preborn baby unless it is dead already or unviable after birth, or is really life-threateningly sick. Most abortions are from a weak woman with lowered worth. Or as a cheat to her spouse.
Or rape by that 1st cousin, or a stranger rape. These should be aborted for three generations. The rapest must always be deballed by her family if possible. This is a very long-lasting, several-generational crime against that family.

The races are different oranges with specialties in certain areas of existence. The skin color is for health. Male and female are the only two things of certainty.

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Religion is a recovery not a discovery or an awaking.


Three party system @ the future of the world.

The Public Party- The Children’s Party Donnie Harold Harris


The public party of Indiana is a political party called The Children’s Party. “I,” Donnie Harold Harris, Started to cause change because of pain from others delivered by hate. Hate can be any law passed to control the crowd. Thank you for allowing me to tell you who I am. My story starts a little unusual. I have a form perfect recall. This emotional mind is only possible because of the stomach, brain, and emotional connection. It must be a baby survival thing., where emotional memories are stored. Left over from pre-history before we developed thee brain. Our first brain. I remember everything emotionally. Allowing me never to have to remember anything as it happens. Things stick to me. I am sure the social workers have other causes. For now, I go with what has worked for me so far. Here we go. You are the first to hear my story. 1. Before Birth. What I call the self dynamic- The first dynamic is all about you. There are nine total Dynamics. This is a simple file cabinet. Were each file followed is added to the next. So, if you are only allowed to reach the third or fourth, you are a slave to the upper four. You must become one to become two, two with one go to three, and 3 plus one equals for. To be in the fourth, you must operate the first three. The ninth allows you to be any dynamic separately. I was enjoying my day as the supreme commander of a set of Stars that share the Sun system with Earth. An honor for service to the overall existence as we know it. This outing will act as a trumpet to my likeness of 144,000,000 beings here now to support my calling. Who has been brought by me to defeat the Darkness no different than defeating the sun and the sun reestablishing its selt to the oneness of all the next morning? These dynamics are the elixir of the universe. Based on the Universal pattern of existence. I will give a full accounting later. The big game is about to be started. All dynamics work within each other at the same time. I minded my love and compassion for my higher self when, out of the clouds, I saw a being coming into an area of impenetrable space. Space, of course, is the distance between two things, the distance between them, and the time needed to get there. I rushed up to meet my God. Like the organs of the body, there are many gods, and there are many houses and seas. Many bosses or Gods are never heard from until death is close. I became windless, unable to breathe or speak, yet I knew I could trust Him. He told me it was now time to return to Earth again. The next thing I knew, I was reunited with a God of special meaning. The God of Music and Sound. This Being and I have reincarnated into Earth’s existence as Identical twins eight times. I have lived here many times besides that. As we remember, this second God came forward; he did not stop for a few seconds and was fast-forwarded into the birth channel of existence. A highly guarded process that can go wrong nine out of ten times. We were told by a Birthing God that we would be reunited once again. He entered when I was called back to God for a new and final briefing by this God. He commanded a Being to shoot past us both behind my twin soul as we talked. I was told to go. The purpose of the third being entering the birth channel was unknown to My twin. He would not know about him for 68 years. I only remember as an old man. The colder one gets, the more the body shivers. How could you understand this in another if you had never been this cold? I knew him as decent and needing direction. He is the backup plan if the pin needs to be pulled on this planet. I have full belief in myself. After all, I am “I.” This would be the beginning of the end. a flash in the night? Or advancement into the dynamics. As a baby, I was born into a family with the lowest levels of existence. A family of confused individuals. They have a great team of players. On August 1, 1953, at 6:30 AM, Lonnie Darrel Harris would be born, and “I” @ 6:33 AM. The third is still waiting to reach a final solution. Us twins were born with a medical condition known as T to T to T to s. Twin To Twin Transfusion syndrome. Elvis and Libarochie were test runs on this new condition. Both twins were born singles. Lonnie would become distressed and cause quite a stir at A Hospital due to the greatness of doctors and nursing staff, but he prevailed. Because the floor was clean, he survived. My mom told me our birth story days before she moved off to her glory. She said that she nor the doctor knew she was having twins, possibly triplets. After Lonnie came out as a blue baby, the doctor went into a trance and commanded the well-trained staff to save his life. There was no concern for Momma as she lay on the table. Then she realized something else was wrong. Even though she was a teenager, she was delivering her sixth and seventh Baby. I am the seventh child of a teenage mom named Mary. Her fourth Son. She saSondoctor, there is something else wrong. She was missed or ignored. She finally started to yell at the doctor. Who would discover me coming out sharply three minutes after Lonnie? I was fatter and appeared healthy physically. Mentally is another story. Lon had only a 1% chance of survival, me 40%. I was delivered as Lonnie was rushed off to an incubator. He needed a Complete blood transfusion, and only a small Black lady would help him. He would be teased till he was 18 that he had black blood in him. e likes this special fact. e was special now. hope this lady reached her glory. I’m sure she did. e would be ripped away. We would not reunite for many months. would love to see a statue of her at the entrance of the Colmans Women’s Hospital in Indianapolis. Now, for a pair of identical twins, that creates many layers of doubt and loss. I was fat and healthy. H was almost a squirrel-sized pile of flesh. The hospital system, Colman Women’s Hospital, was a new invention that a wealthy man paid to build in honor of his daughter, who died in childbirth.after his own daughter’s hospital was delivered. I found this hospital still delivering distressed babies last year at 69 years old. Some things have been hidden for a long time. Yet it was right there all along. I went to grade school up the street from it and later to IUPUI in the communications department. I will not go into detail here. See my book “behind the men’s room door.” As we moved into this life, I would be united after several months. I would be molested by a cousin at 10 months old. Yes, I know the social worker says you cannot know this. I is too early. Rubbish. Early memory is contained within the mind of the emotions in the stomach. One day, this will be proven. A d PMS will be going into history as most abuse does. During Lonnie’s time in the hospital, I believed I must have killed him. I became inverted my being in early Birth. I would finally become reunited with him. After the death of my brother due to a family tragedy, I was divorced from my mom. W would move to an Aunt and Uncle. T eir Son- RonnieSonrris, Would molest us many times. A 9. The Catholic church would come into play by Raping two tragic twins that were very fragile. S de note, the catholic church refused to address these rapes, for I have asked God to destroy them. I asked for a simple restitution with fuck off, man. You’re an old dude now. Tomorrow I go to a funeral for someone I have known for his whole life. He was molested by his own dad. H is dead now at 40-something. L is leaving behind a wife and three teen daughters. Did he do this out of concern for passing this disease forward in time? This is a type of sickness that moves into the lives of the trusting innocence of others, mostly children. It is a sickness, not a criminal condition. T at miss designation is a diversion tactic to punish and be paid to the local government. The fix is also expensive, yet it must be done at some point. Before the church attack at Sacred Heart Catholic Church in Indianapolis, I would be taken by car to my first introduction to God by a Black pastor and his outreach church up northeast of where I was born. On the drive there, the Son of the Sonrchman told me to tell him about God and his plan, Dad. I was told that there was this invisible being that loved us all. I had trouble with this, but it was open. I had known God for a million or so years. Let us say a long time. H loves to play make-believe with earthlings. Everyone has had a brush with him. H meets each soul at least once, sometimes many times. A earing as a bush or a bug a snake a monster in your dreams. When He described Jesus, WE crossed the humming bridge on 10 Street before the hospital where we were born. He was floating on a small piece of carpet. As we crossed, he sang to me. This Jesus guy is all right. At church, the sermon master referred to a being named The Devil. In actuality, it is the same spot on the bridge. He, too, sang to me. I ould days ago found out that the exact location is where my younger brother had died when I was a child. I was 3. Exact spot. I had many encounters with Mother Mary on Friday at the Gate of Eli Lilly medicine plant. JC in Hollywood Boulevard and all for human and their boss. I’m not sure who he was, but he was a horseman on a corner of Hollywood Blvd on a flying black horse. The store is in my book. Beh and the men’s room door. I had been confronted by Rock Hudson, who was trying to get me to go to his house for sex. I was 15. It was the summer of 1969. Charles Mason was on the BVard. and the strip. His people tried to recruit me 2 weeks before Tate’s murder. He tried once. I had a firm policy about freebies. The same reason I turned down Rock Hudson.So were the moonies, Holly Krishna, and others.

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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  • “Find claims I should cite.”
  • “Make it persuasive.”
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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.

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.