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

Wake each day and give thanks that you are here. Wake each day and give thanks for your family. Wake each day and give thanks for the roof above your head. Wake each day and give thanks for the food in your kitchen. Wake each day and give thanks for the air, the Sun and the bounty of nature. Wake each day and give thanks for the wisdom the Creator's have given. Wake each day and give thanks for all you have in this space/time continuum. Go to rest every night knowing that you will give thanks again when morning befalls you. Give praise to whoever you may perceive as the Creator's - believe me when I tell you, they are all seeing and all knowledgeable. Blessed was I to have lived the life I have so as I could pass my experience to those who may be guided not to follow my path. May they follow the path of righteousness and love. So sayeth The LightHouse ......... I remain, Dann, just as I am. Who will you be?

So, here we are, August 24th, 2015. What a mind fart! I have been "Walking with Dann" for nigh on fifty-seven plus years now. Walking with a limp, mumbling when I speak and laughing when I can. We all have our own demons lurking on the back streets of our minds. We have all done good and bad. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, mine was the latter. Often I have spoken about my darkside and I do so out of the pride of knowing that I AM ACCOUNTABLE for my actions. I hold the responsibility for that which I have done. Just as I hold the guilt for the pain I have caused. Do you wonder who it is I have harmed the most? My family, my children. It has not been easy for them to grow in life with one such as I as a father figure. The Hippie, the Biker, the Electrician, the Gangbanger and The LightHouse. I have been stabbed, shot, beaten, tortured, kidnapped, imprisoned and - the worst of all - allowed to die seven times and have to return. My own personal Hell

Been far too long since my numbed digits danced on this keyboard..... So ....let's dance, Remember I tell you this. Life is what life is. Sometimes you dance and other times you put your back to the wall. Only the Creators, themselves, know the dances I have endured. My back? Well, it is always against the wall. The wall of societal rules and obligations.  One percenter ...... that is apparently the category I am referred to on the streets and backroads of this time/space continuum. Do you find that depressing? I do. To say that men like I are the true one percent of the population who refuse to live by Totalitarian and Pagan rules, laws and expectations is depressing to me.  What the frack are the other ninety-nine percent doing??  SCARY MOTHERFRACKING THOUGHT As I have often confessed, I was not a very nice citizen for most of my life - Hades, I still may not be. Only you would know that - I hope I have changed, I love, I live, (actually have outlived all my &

I'm 20, i have so much potential but I don't use it. I have just realized that I want to change everyone's life I come into contact with.  I want to make music and write lyrics for kids that have been through life's trials that I have personally experienced.  Starting tomorrow, I am quitting smoking and drinking and all forms of partying because if weighs down on my potential. We didn't grow up as kids worrying where we were; we grew up as kids not caring we we were, because we knew that we would become something greater.  Everyone has the potential in them to be a star inside, most people just give up because they don't believe in themselves. I am here to say that the potential is within everyone's grasps. Join me in the movement to become extraordinary.  Don't let pure pressure, partying, drinking, act as a way to bring you down and prolong your destiny.  Use your sorrow and trauma to create the amazing person that you were meant to always b

OK, let us see how many of you out there really want to change things - here is the letter I just sent Wynne. "What the Hell is wrong with you? I only wish that more people had voted last election. Is there any logic to your incessant desire to confuse children even more then society already is doing? Maybe you were brought up different, but, personally, I came from a very Christian family that was taught that children have the right to be children and that sex and all it's p erversions should be taught at the APPROPRIATE age. You and your fledglings are destroying Ontario's reputation. Most of the other provinces believe we are the next Sodom and Gomorrah. Take a deep breath, look around, HELL, talk to your own family, and you shall see that you are one of the biggest violator's of family moral's. Please bring back moral's to Toronto and Ontario and do us all a favour and resign!!!!!" Now let us see yours...... here is a link to that thin

    2015 – THE JOURNEY CONTINUES 2015, February 21 – A very long journey from October 5, 1057.  Never imagined I would still be standing, even after all those years. But, yet, here I am, Dann, just as I am. I was born a “blue” baby on a blue moon in a city full of downtrodden blues breakers. Brought into this existence by two beautiful 100% Irish Catholics. Living a Protestant life in a chaotic equinox of time and space. Rock and roll had begun the war against the country and western machine. Gospel had begun to morph into rhythm and blues eventually birthing the offspring, ‘hip hop’. Music would change beyond any misconceptions of our elders. Music would once more become the universal language of all.  Messages would be delivered via the rhythmic laminations of the minstrels of society. And the child such as I, well, we would/will witness changes of which society will never see again. Who but a soul born in the fifties could have been a Hippie, a Yippie, a Vagr

Here are the lyrics to one of the best songs ever to come out of the Hippie era. I play this everyday for the past 45 years. This was written in a time when every song told a story - remember when songs used to do that???? "Well, I dreamed I saw the knights, In armor coming, Saying something about a queen.  There were peasants singing and Drummers drumming, And the archer split the tree. There was a fanfare blowing, To the sun That was floating on the breeze.  Look at Mother Nature on the run In the nineteen seventies.  Look at Mother Nature on the run In the nineteen seventies. I was lying in a burned out basement, With the full moon in my eyes. I was hoping for replacement, When the sun burst thru the sky. There was a band playing in my head, And I felt like getting high. I was thinking about what a, Friend had said I was hoping it was a lie. Thinking about what a Friend had said, I was hoping it was a lie. Well, I dreamed I saw the silver, Space ships flying