When is a testimonial a confession? My out cry to God.

 In the simple Zoroastrian dualism of things, it falls into Be, Do, and Have. A confession is an emotional pledging. It is Be. What you Have is a document of  Betrayal. What do you have to do? A Hail Mary a few times will work for that head. Or jail, or an amusement park, or an island somewhere over the rainbow. Any part of this cycle will bring all parts into play. This is a continuation of my testimony, Donnie Harold Harris.                                                    Messages from heaven. I came into this life aware of my past lives and places elsewhere. All that I recall is not in my head but in front of it.   Besides my rapes and molestation, I encountered some mysterious people along the road. I have never confided in anyone except my twin, everything. Even now, I can't type it out.   My first encounter with a wonder was when (a wonder is a devil or a saint, a spirit, or any player of any story. This is my Baptist Church Stories that happened after the Priest Rapes at Sacred Heart Catholic Church. I was now 12. I had just been destroyed by a make-believe minister in the kids' role-play room for Sunday school when it all became unglued. On the Way to church, I noticed the minister's daughter was dressed very nicely. I was in rags. I told god a few bad things, and a few names flew out, when out of nowhere, in the left upper corner of my eye, I saw a horse flying through the air with a rider. I thought Oh shit, guess the old man heard me. The horse was flying, with wings that did not move. The horse moved freely in the air. I noticed the eyes and teeth could see in all directions at once. His face was used. Like a witch without her broom, he was on horseback. I have a grandparent who did saonces in their house for a living. I learned early on how to spot the rocks and rolls. As aware beings are. And their chief gave away opinion. But flying somehow. You can always find the curtain and look behind it. I was sure this low flyer was up to no good, so I proceeded with no action. I have just escaped from that very church where I took coins out of the collection can and dropped them back in. I was inferior. I was wounded and was lonly I wa sscard and I was definant. I had successfully protected a Twin born with TTT to S at the luckiest stroke of arriving at this new, excellent childbirth hospital, Hospital Colman's, on the IUPUI campus in Indianapolis. Plus I had Double and triple luck that day. There was this one young doctor who decided to save a few babies that Saturday morning at 6:30/ 6"33 AM. With 1% and 5% survival, we both lived. Lonnie was sickly and inches shorter than me till the pre-teens, I think. WE survived to go on a fantastic tour about 40 times in six years, back and forth to Hollywood and Indy. The final point of this encounter was that I asked for three wishes like Aladdin, whom I had met the year before at a movie premiere, where the children's home got us seats. The Children's Guardian home was home a half dozen times, for a total of about two years. The safety of children can always be ensured. They are your child's future wives and husbands. Let give then; well lets move forward. I got my three wishes and used them up very quickly. well two of tehm. . One, I wanted to fly like Superman. A power of some sort, like an electrical shock, but smooth. And off I went. I flew around only that one night and forgot that experience, but I also ran like Clark Kent. #2. Superman was a hero of mine. True story, later in life, at the Scientology Celebrity Center, after they moved to Hollywood, I was friends with a guy who taught Superman how to fly. He was a small plane trainer, and he was his student. A complete circle. I saved the 3 wishes as the final moment one. The guy on the flying horse, well, he got mad and called for backup. When the three of them were side by side 69 feet in the air, I called out for help, and a fourth horseman arrived. We got logical and decided I needed the three wishes, and they need to leave me alone. We all agreed. Although one of them did show back up on Hollywood Blvd during my Rock Hudson Encounter at 15. He was a pedophile. Two Layers. Making a gay porn flick and whatnot. After all, I might become president someday. I walked away from Rock Huson, not because of this Horse man. But my one rule. Never go with a trick if you're not sure you will get back safe. I had no idea what he looked like or where he lived or what he wanted. That was five weeks in Hollywood in 1969 at 15, and meeting a thug named Charlie twice. I was picked up by Mother Mary while crying like a baby at 12 or 13, and by this lady from Eli Lilly, someone I had encountered the ghost of a few times. Her car had planets and stars flying around on their own. I was a jispy queen, a psychic type. I loved the Holy Krishna Temples. The 12-course meal was great. One, I dined with the Guru from San Francisco who founded the movement. I still have his book.