There is no place like Home;

 There is no place like Home; There is no other place like home. Toto, there is no place like home. There are no homeless people. Only Houseless people without a home address. The USA needs to open up its

lands for people.

1. Childhood Instability and the "Quality Highways."

 

1. Childhood Instability and the "Quality Highways."

Harris spent his childhood in Indianapolis. His family moved often, living in more than 100 different homes. Going to twenty grade schools, some two or three times in the same year. Two high schools and one junior high. Five universities. And lots of special trainings, from Remote viewing for L. Ron Hubbard to OT7, The movement, Insight, Scientology, and the Church of Others. 

Will the common man survive mankind?

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Will the common man survive mankind?

Will life become supercharged, or will it slow down in response to the domination of the world by others? Will we all simply yawn and say goodnight? But no—we fight. We fight like cats and dogs. Are we the same animal they believed we were 6,000 years ago? Now, the trusted priest is revealed as the Archbishop, and the dollar can no longer buy a loaf of bread. You're no longer addicted to their cigarettes, yet you reach out for the next bottle of pills from the drugstore. We all walk faster at night, once again afraid of our own shadows. Are we on the wrong road? Have we passed Go and forgotten our two hundred bucks at the turn?

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A new Republic can become a new start.

 https://coda.grammarly.com/d/AI-Driven-Medical-Education_df89Q8IJNd8    https://coda.grammarly.com/d/AI-Driven-Medical-Education_df89Q8IJNd8        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 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.

           

Donnie Harold Harris, a politician

 It is I, Donnie Harold Harris, a politician and the founder of the Political Party of Indiana. Thank you for allowing me to tell you who I have become/ & am. My story starts a little unusually. I have perfect recall. Which is kinda like the perfect pitch in music? I remember everything. Yet I have recalled little. This allows me never to have to remember anything as it happens. I take it as it is instead. Here goes. You are the first to hear my story. I was minding my own Plane of Existence, when behold a Messenger of God appeared to me at my throne. I was once again returned to my 8TH existence here on this plane of existence. I was dropped here by ship 8200 years ago. This lifetime, as I arrived at the funnel of creation, I met and was given a list of things, watching in amazement as 2 other beings entered before me. I was the third to go down into creation. I was born 8/1/53 @ 7:26 AM. I was born into the lowest classes of poverty- I would hide my true self, an understanding of the all- afraid of being recognized by something or someone's- I came into this world at the General Hospital, now renamed -Ask-A-Nazi hospital. My mother was a 19-year-old named Mary. I was her 7th child. I am her 4th of 7 sons and 3 daughters, by a carpenter father. She turned 20 the next day. I am an Identical (Mirror) twin. I was born 3 minutes after my brother, who disappeared before I was born. I would not see him for about 8 months.I was very fat & healthy: he was a very sickly baby needing a blood transfusion ( only a single Black lady would stand and give him the needed blood, saving his life, causing teasing later by family) and incubator for 3/4 months (missing union with mom and breastfeeding ) because of his low weight. Born with Twin-to-Twin Transfusion Syndrome. So we meet down the road a piece. What happened to me was also bad. I was circumcised against my knowing approval, creating the basic distrust of medicos & later religion. Fast forward: By the time I finished 8th grade at 15 years old, I had completed 10 years of schooling/2nd grade twice. I would attend 21-grade schools, some more than once. Finishing with 4 universities. I live in the Indianapolis Guardian's Home 5/6 times, totaling over 2 years. I would live in over 100 houses.Meeting 10,000 other kids. Causing compassion and deep unity with all people. Hundreds of teachers. I would also be Molested by 1 Male cousin as an infant, setting into motion a pattern that would end up with me having over 4500 sex partners by 30 years of age. Another incident occurred when I was a first grader, escalating to the Kidnapping and Violent Rape incident @ 15( 7 below). That almost cost me the death of my Dad, Step Mom, Twin, Brother, and Brother Bob. See the police report on me, where you will find other rapes there.(mother hides these crimes for the baby's protection with the false thinking that they will not be recalled later by them, as I can) Read my book when ready -of all data & names & photos then, "Behind the men's room door". Other molestation would happen in order 1. cousin -Buddy Huddleston (dead)- 10 months old. 2. Cousin -Ronnie Harris- age 5-6 -convicted child molester.                                                    3. Happy Hollow Camp -2 brothers who were blood brothers- One torturer -the other molestation and piss (camp nurse interviewed me about it then; nothing happened)- I was also almost murdered by a male counselor at the Pool in the lake while preparing it for other children after lunch to swim. I must also say that a Single Male fisherman saved my life at this same lake at the boat dock as I reached for a frog in the water, which turned out to be a copperhead snake.                             4. Garfield Park restroom at the Pool lower area. Hand play 10ish.         5. Paperboy @ 12 tricked into taking a roll of quarters at the paper station while paying my bill early one Saturday morning. Would be forced into submission, and even had a school superintendent watching the action, even though Dick did not join in then, 2 or so times. Later to become a Powerful politician. That resulted in the ------- street murders in Nov 71. Looking for 3 pictures of child porn. Who was in the photos, and what was to drive a 3-year Typhoon of Intrigue? I buried these in the basement of the house that was later destroyed while looking for them.If they had used a pot-smelling dog to find them. I buried with a once of Acapulco gold pot. The photos were made in the basement of the Marion County City Building. They would have been discovered then. The paper station was in the prospect & villa area.1964/5. Police were aware of what happened then. I was again made to flee for my life, forewarned by an undercover agent. Hiding in the US Army. But found it there. 6. Police reported ones. Stranger attack @ 4 -reported to police-Misunderstood and thought I was going to jail for stealing trash, as was told by the perp. Creating a lifetime of distrust of police.          7. Pick up as a 14/15-year-old while hiking down Washington Street, going from downtown to Washington and State Street. Extreme violence and Pot-my first encounter with it. A complete and thorough police report almost ruined my family's trust in the police.                   8. Religious one. The encounter with 2 priests at a Catholic church off South Meridian Street, with its big steeples. This caused my confrontation with God himself outside a church on Morris Street. Where I had to decide if it was time for the horseman to let go of his Reins of destruction upon the world. I made a covenant with God with 3 wishes, just like Aladdin and his lamp.Of which, 2 wishes were used; the 3rd has not been used as yet. For all. Working successfully as a local contractor for the last 30 years, only to see all that I had built -home included- Selling over $ 26,000,000.00 in locally sold work, paying an estimated sales tax of $500,000.00, only to receive NO local help from the state or city. Living the last 5 years in a small VA. disability from my service connects duty to my country, or $125.00 monthly. My friend, I am no republican. Not a Democrat. I am always for the most over the least, I am for the most in number. I believe our rights start at birth -completely. That government is a privilege and not a right. We are the citizenry; we live and die. The government is temporary and does not go to bed with me at night. Aren't our rights of citizenship and our greater right as humans first before a sheet of words made up by the few for those most called? How does Donnie view the concept of "team spirit" and its influence on behavior and motivation among individuals, particularly in military or group settings? What qualities does he associate with the "gung-ho" mentality, and how does that affect those who follow such leaders? In what ways has he experienced or observed the impact of strong leadership on group cohesion and actions, laws? The law is unchanging and always natural. Something that is understood without knowledge. Can you help us all out of this mess caused by the few greedy few? Go Green.. Support a Green candidate closest to you today.Then help outwards from there. Send them your support. For now, it's our time. This is the place, and you are the very person to take it back for us all before the 3rd wish is uttered in global disappointment. Green Party. P.S. The first 2 wishes were not wasted. Read my book-It is not a cookbook but a book of Understanding.Thank you, my friend. Donnie Harold Harris