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

Hey, Jah, it is I and I again speaking to you and to ask that you allow for these humans to rectify what they have done to the gift you have so graciously bestowed upon them. I and I apologize for that which they have so damaged in their selfishness and immaturity. Forgive them - for they know not what they have done. In all the overstanding wisdom you have enabled mankind to have at their hand, they neglected to overstand the words of your way. Their societal mind farts fogged their visions of the beauty of their existence on this plain and their prescience in this multi-verse. It's me again, Jah, as I fall on my knees today, asking (on their behalf) for a second chance. Allow for the beacon of my Light to allow their eyes to envision YOUR Light. Allow for the many who are part of I and I to lead these naive lambs to the path of wisdom. Let our fold allow them the teachings and wisdom you have blessed upon I and I. For mine eyes have no enemies within mine heart and I and I shall...

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Why is it always so windy on recycling day? Does our Divine Mother Earth take humour in watching me chase my pizza boxes up the hill? Or perhaps in her infinite wisdom she has developed a way to rid my trees of their discoloured leaves. Hence, again "She" creates for me a task of exercise and outdoorsmanship. Our human selves do not notice when The Atomic Mother does such things. I notice, I take to thought what I see happen behind the scenes of everyday societal living. Think this thought out: First the temperatures drop, thusly causing summer foliage to turn to the colors of Autumn. Secondly, She shuffles the currents of the very air She allows us to breath, thusly, ridding the trees of their cumbersome leaves and allowing for them to store their sweet nectars to enable their winters sleep. A replenishment of their existence. There are even deeper thoughts contained within such moments of life on this Big Blue Marble. As we stroll through this life on this, time/space conti...

Are you afraid of your phone or are you constantly waiting for it to ring and possibly bring to your ear that special someone you often think about, but are too shy to call? Mostly for me it is the latter. I fear the ring-a-ling-ding only when being harassed by drunken friends or collection agencies. (It isn't easy being a poor boy) When my phone rings and it is a beautiful soul on the other end, my heart races, my Light becomes brilliant and my shyness reaches its maximum. With this quandary I am at least spared the embarrassment of turning into a five year old child before the very eyes I so admire. It is amusing to watch myself become so tongue tied and adolescent. I am not one who has trouble finding things to say except in this dilemma and setting. Often this has cost me missing the cue I so long awaited. One would think that after five decades on this plain I would have gotten past the emotional freezing brought about by a hidden heart crush. I have a crush on a select few of...

What in The Creator's name is wrong with all of you? Fifty-eight percent turnout - 58% - WHAT A FARCE!!!! Makes me ashamed to be Canadian.......IT IS TIME WE GOT OFF OUR FATTENED ASSES AND STARTED SPEAKINMG OUT FOR OURSELVES! (BUT, OF COURSE, NOW WE WILL HAVE TO WAIT ANOTHER FOUR YEARS) I can guarantee that ALL OF YOU will turn out at your local coffee shops to bitch and complain about Mister's Harper and Dion. The cafe will be filled with chatter of how the economy is so bad and how poor you are. This will be followed by the incessant bitching rages of how the price of everything is rising and how you all can barely afford your next case of beer or bag of pot. If you were all here in my home right at this moment I may very well forget that I am non-violent and slap you right in your hand that cannot make an "X". Compare our elections to that of our American counterparts and you will definitely see how lazy and STUPID the average Canadian voter is. You should all be a...

Some enlightenment from my brother-in-arms about the up-coming Canadian election. http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?v=feed&id=679058051#/profile.php?id=509490051 Trey Vote! Are u aware that on Aug 8/08, the Fed Govt cut funds to programs that support cultural exports: the ProMart -Arts Promotion and the Trade Routes Program. 11:07pm Trey Mills at 11:17pm October 12 On Aug 8 - Harper cut funds to programs that support cultural exports: the ProMart -Arts Promotion and the Trade Routes Program run by Dept of Can Heritage. Overall, the Conference Board estimates that the cultural sector is valued at over $4 billion annually. Much of the revenue from our cultural production comes from offshore sales. This trend will continue as Canadian firms venture further into the global marketplace. Clearly, as the manufacturing sector declines, the cultural industries represent a good investment for the future and deserve public support – as much as any other industry. And now.. as the US economy...

As fall has arrived I am once again Plagued with the horrible INS, so, I am re-publishing a blog I wrote in November 2007 It seems to my contorted malformed outlook towards this self labeled existence your homo sapient species declare as humanity that as "Atomic Mother Earth" has another one of her annual menopausal temperature episodes, you are dancing in cohesion to her moods and wants. If my memory does not fail me, then, I recall that not just twenty-four hours ago I was strolling the Danforth in a T-shirt and blue jeans. I recall my endocentric annoyance at the sweat gathering in the furrow of my brow as I glinted from the warm brightness of the summer comparable sunlight. Yet, on this bright Thursday morn, "Atomic Mother Earth" has decided to plague me with the dreaded "Irritated Nipple Syndrome". My whole life I suffered from "INS". The symptoms of which is a debilitating and very sensitive soreness of the good old human teats. There is no...