Opinions and Thoughts of LightHouse Dann Verner - Just as he is!

The first word that came to mind was, “Trump” However, upon reflection I decided an appropriate response would be, “Israeli” “Why?” You ask. First, I apolige for the harshness of my following ‘opinion’. Being a realist I speak what I feel and I feel what I speak. There is no way whatsoever to justify what is happening in Gaza. Or what has been happening in the Golan Heights and West Bank since the inception of modern day Israel. Modern day Israel is no better than Germany was during the Nazi era. In many ways worse. The fact that Israel teaches it’s youth that Palestinians do not deserve the right to life is beyond sickening and inexcusable. The numerous, numerous, video interviews of Israeli youth and adults claiming that the Palestinian children Israel is slaughtering daily will grow to be “terrorists” and must be elimated is gut wrenching   disgusting. Not to mention it is morally horrifying and spiritually sickening. Modern Israel was created “May 14, 1948” The Palestinian peop...

WARNING THIS ISN’T FOR THE LIGHT OF HEART TO WATCH FEBRUARY 21, 2026 LIGHTHOUSE DANN WARNING THIS ISN’T FOR THE LIGHT OF HEART TO WATCH THIS A HALF HOUR OF ME POURING MY HEART OUT AFTER SPEAKING TO THE MAN WHO HAD TAKEN JORDAN IN AND WAS WHO CUT HIM DOWN AND TRIED TO SAVE HIM Also at this time I went into Princess Margaret Cancer Centre to begin my radical experimental radiation treatments. The hardest year of my life https://youtu.be/U3mzZpE4dV0?si=EfYUtA37Q0OD3N4H I wrote Jordan’s biography to immortalize his identity. The proceeds of which I donate to Suicide Prevention “Black Diamond”: Bubba’s Story https://a.co/d/08EKopWU This picture shows Jordan’s true inner self

  Isn’t it ironic, don’t you think? Irony is a quizzical and odd human trait. Most times it is present we don’t notice until after the fact. We definitely encounter it often throughout our days. In fact it is a constant in our world. Religion is a fine example of how well we have incorporated it within our daily rituals.   Globally. Take your average Baptist, Pentecostal or Roman Catholic. Come Sunday morning they gather up their families dressed in their  “Sunday Go To Meeting”   garb, load them into the car and off to church they go. As the kiddies take their time getting ready Mom and Dad grow frustrated and utter phrases such as, “ Will you damn kids hurry the Hell up!”  or, depending on their patience quota, “ Where   the f*ck are you? “. Arriving at the temple of worship and before they exit the car, they give them the “ last warning”, “If you misbehave I will beat your arse when we get home!”. The children and parents do their best to stay awake as t...

“Black Diamond: Bubba’s Story  “ On Christmas morning 2019, my son, Delaney “Jordan” McLean Verner, hung himself. In an obscure town in the underbelly of Alberta, Canada. A town called “ Black Diamond “. He and his wife of 12 years, Katelyn had gone their to start a new life. Hoping to escape the homelessness rut and street life they were “ Groundhog Day ” living on the streets of Toronto, Ontario, Canada. A dream that collapsed and left them stranded, freezing and hungry in the middle of a viscous minus fifty degree Celsius blizzard. Although this is my son’s biography, it is also a call to attention as to how we are placing the lives of our youth in the hands and care of a “ Broken System “. A system that  MUST  be scrapped and a new approach and system built from scratch. A task that will take years to complete but is absolutely necessary as we have so many youth in crisis during these present times. I promised Jordan I would tell his story and that I would show the wo...

  “How I miss riding Old Yeller!” Do you feel life has been fair to you? We all have complaints and grievances. The big question is are they “ justified ”? My childhood was absolute Hell. Yet I feel that my life has simply been exactly that – “ life ”. No different than many others has been. I was bounced through thirty_two foster homes in my first ten years. Finally going to live with my father, stepmother and step brother and sister at ten years old. However, I never felt like I belonged with them. I resented discovering that I had a father and family that lived a few miles from my last fosterhome but they never visited me until the last year. At the age of twelve I was renited with my older brother when he returned from the famous “Woodstock Concert”. Together we decided that the nomadic hippie life was our calling. So, he, 16 and I, 12 walked out of our so-called ‘parental ’  home and joined the “Awarehouse” hippie commune. The tribe kept me secure from the grasp of author...

  As I glance around Taking heed of sound Ponderings rising deep within me Querying this growing hatred I see Expect not from me silence In witness of public violence Or abhorrent racial acts Or sexual deviant attacks Or cowardly femiside Last not least Homicide   the beast Seven decades living reckless was I Awareness gained regardless   how high No belief of rich monetary polic y Nor of fake billionaire psychology 69 years of walking in life Came trials, tribulations and strife World now in darkest of place De-evolution of human race Elite minority in control Hidden agenda protocol One delusional so-called man Danger in his bruised hand What can people do   to cope Life governed without hope Time come logic will rise Numbering credible in size History taught us well Empires all burned and fell This I pledge from me to you For both we know it be true Put the human   back   into humanity Deterring present political insanity Come soon a day when enough is en...

  “ My Grandmother Clock” The human subconscious is amazing at times. I find it amazing how we can become so accustomed to some things, but other things become more and more obvious. Take for instance my  “grandmother clock”. It ticks quite loudly. Every second a constant reminder of its existence. Every half hour a single chime to assure me of that existence. Every hour the gongs of the passage of time. Yet, I do not hear it. If perhaps it stops because I neglected to wind it, I hear the silence. I live three blocks from one of the busiest police stations in Toronto. Sirens are a constant reminder of my life in the “ big city”. I do not hear the roar of racing engines or the siren’s obnoxious wail as they fly up my street. Yet, I do hear their silence if a long period is to pass between emergency runs. My subconscious essentially will say, “ Hey Dann, I wonder why we are not hearing sirens? ” This perplexes me to no end. It seriously does. Could it possibly be rooted in our g...