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Give Thanks

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?

My own personal Hell from my own personal Jesus.

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

Remember I Tell You This

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 &