Opinions of Lost Religions and Found Faiths

 

Delaney “Jordan” McLean Verner

September 11, 1990 – December 25, 2019

I miss you Jordan.

Lords know I miss you.

I cannot believe it will be seven years on Christmas morning since suicide stole you from us.

I have to cry these tears out.

Knowing they will flow again tomorrow.

And the next tomorrow.

And all the tomorrows to follow.

Forevermore.

The tears of sadness.

There is no other pain like this.

I will “Flip the script” and cry tears of happiness and love.

I will forever remember wejll every second of every good memory.

(They were plenty.)

I carry a guilt that is complicated to explain.

Often I ponder if you would still be in our lives had I no penance to serve?

Doing so in the most serious of ways.

Penance for the wrongs I commited in my days gone by?

Am I that great of a sinner in the eyes of “Them” that they would punish a family member so as to dishearten me?

To the best of my knowledge my time is not yet.

I must follow my calling or possibly have my calling follow me.

Will the serving of penance today for transgressions of my past alleviate the sorrows of tomorrow?

In my published writings, blogs and as well as in my books, I have narrated, in detail, the journey into “Dante’s Inferno” as an interpretive definition concocted in the bowels of my mind.

Seven incidents of reference to my “deaths“.

The subsequent resuscitations.

Seven periods on life support. (Perhaps more properly referred to as periods of “cheating” Death’s seizure of life.)

“Hades, Hell, Sheol or Mar-a-Lago.”

These are four of the terms we use to describe Satan’s lair.

Whatever name you have known it by, trust it exists.

Existing not in the manmade misconceptions described in the various “Holy Books” we are trained to believe as “Gospel truth“. (Pun intended.)

There are no words that can describe the plain of existence in the space/time continuum Satan resides within.

For a parent to have suicide steal their child is true Hell by any and all definition.

There lay within that reality a torment unmatched by any you could possibly invision.

I assure you that eventually atonement for all your transgressions become reality.

I can tell you of the dark experience I have suffered due to my Jordan’s suicidal hanging.

The loss of his life was the first stage of a two stage repentant journey.

A voyage taken in hope of absolution of from said transgressions.

The second stage may surprise you.

Remember I tell you this …..

We are not supposed to be aware of the existence of neither ‘Heaven‘ nor ‘Hell‘.

However, our various clergymen expect us to accept they exist.

There have been a minority of souls who, for reasons unknown, upon being resuscitated remember their existence on of these space/time continuums.

From my personal perspective, these souls all come back from being legally dead, myself included, with a “gift” of some sort.

The majority of us will have the ability to see the true aura that surrounds all living things.

The aura permitting one to see the “you” who you publicly appear to be.

In stark comparison to who you actually are.

Few others have the ability gifted by the aura.

I can “read” a room full of people as soon as I step through the threshold.

I see spirits.

Not at will or always.

I get “visits” from certain relatives and a few strangers.

These visits bring me notice of a death of someone close to me or to warn me of something heartbreaking upcoming.

I have learned of pleasant events on the odd occasion. A small comfort in a world full of dismal experiences.

Most occurrences I see the person for a few seconds and receive a cryptic message of sorts.

Bear in mind that I cannot see the future.

I experience the events in real time.

This prevents me from changing what may happen.

It’s a gift that comes with a necessary curse.

Often I am left to contemplate and train my mind to deal with the emotional assault that befalls it.

A prime example of the Darkness I must process is the death of my dear Father, Harry.

It was around 2 in the morning and I was awakened from my sleep by realizing there was a person sitting at the foot of my bed.

Startled, I sat up and there before me was my Dad.

He looked me straight in the eyes and said, “Danny, call the Saint John Police and tell them to come get me“.

“I am dead.”

If you knew my Dad and you know me, then you know that Dad and I shared a unique Urban Viking sense of humor.

Not readily accepted by the majority of people.

He would definitely say it like that.

He DID say it like that.

Then he was gone.

Just gone.

Confused I went down the hall and asked my sons were their Grandfather went.

They looked at me like I came from outer space.

At that moment I knew that eleven hundred miles East in Saint John, New Brunswick, my father lay dead.

I made the call.

(I certainly freaked out the Constable who answered my call.)

How did I know he was dead if I lived in Toronto?

Because my Daddy told me so.

The only good that comes from all this is two fold.

First, being I am compelled to use my life story and the trials and tribulations I went through as the greatest of life’s lessons.

Showing me that to make the choices I did in life, the love I have for those I hold close, the good and the bad and to completely flip the script and become the man I am this late in life is simply what my life was meant to be.

A lonely man in a crowded room.

A laughing man at his saddest moment.

A man whose sixty eight years of living was a series of tragedy after tragedy.

Yet, I stand as a LightHouse bright.

Shining a beacon of hope into the storm clouds of despair.

Offering my ear and my hand so you, too, will overstand that life is a precious gift – an opportunity to greet each new day and every new face with a beautiful smile and an honest heart

Often a “gift” can also be a curse .

There is much more than this short note can say to explain the full life/death ordeal.

As I said previously, I explain in full what I went through and witnessed in my autobiography, or in my other books and frequently in my blogs.

There is one aspect of the experience that I have to tell you about.

The one place no one wants to vacation at….. the kind of place that makes you cry and fear…… you call it “Hell”.

Hell – the one the Holy Books speak of – is here on Earth.

The Earth of the seventh multiverse.

In our existence, what we know as our lives, the place we call “Now“, there lays seven space and time continuums.

What quantum physics calls “The Multiverse”.

Seven universes identical in all the physical ways.

Seven completely different versions of ourselves.

I give an in depth perspective and descriptive narrative of them in other publications.

As well, The Bible and various other Holy Scriptures give reference to seven paths or towers or plains.

All of the over five thousand known religions in our society speak of them.

I know now why the Creator had me experience the instances of death and the painful coming back to this existence.

I have a calling.

I am paying my penance for wrong choices made.

To live my Purgatory in the here and the now.

I am so humbled and grateful to be given the opportunity to tell my story.

My boy, my precious second born son, Delaney Jordan McLean Verner is not of this world anymore.

He passed away December 25th, 2019.

He lost the battle with the Demons we call emotions.

His 29 year old body held hostage by his 100 year old mind and Mensa IQ.

Son …..

“You are in your version of Heaven, your personal Valhalla.”

“You are in loving company there.”

“For you are surrounded by the many loved ones who have past.“

The seventh “walk” being the final reality.

The last continuum of the multiverse.

This is the life that you exist in to fulfill your atonement and your penance.

The life you live right now.

The life that carries a yoke weighed down by the toils of pleasant memories and of memories that give birth to pain, sorrow and the despair of being human in an animalistic society.

Jordan’s suicide destroyed the man I used to be.

That man no longer exists.

That void in my heart and in my soul can never be filled.

Better souls than I have lost their minds when faced with the death of their child.

God, The Magic Muffin, The Hairy Thunderer or whoever you perceive as your Creator works in mysterious ways.

In the labelled “Normal Life” you are to believe that you are living your one and only life.

We are not supposed to be aware of the space/time continuums in the seven plains of the Multiverse.

Yet, from as far back to whoever authored the various Holy books you will discover the complexity of mankind’s singularity.

If you are to be a minion to the Darkside you will live a long tortured life here in “their” society.

It will be a life such as I have lived.

From the actual moment of birth up till present day, my life has continuously been a cascade of tragedy after tragedy.

A well documented one at that.

With each and every instance of joy I have had in this life somehow there invades destruction and suffering.

Be it in the materialistic form or one of the heart …. the “emotional” plain.

They continue to come to a negative and destructive ending.

Ceasing in sorrow.

Leaving both emotional and physical scars that cannot be concealed.

During my “after death” experiences, I was given the ungodly opportunity to suffer through extremely painful deaths.

11 times in 20 years.

7 of which were within the past four years.

Subsequently, being resuscitated and having to spend days on life support gave birth to the man I have become now.

The man known worldwide as “LightHouse Verner”.

Scars from life’s cat-of-nine-tails lashing out at our souls by the dark masters of the evil our minds created.

The sum of billions of fears transformed into thunderous bolts of pain.

Created by systematic brainwashing via the chapters of manmade religious realities.

Very frustrating to attempt to allow your mind to navigate through.

Only a mere minority of souls remember their existence in that plain.

Every Holy Scripture of all recorded “religions” give multiple references to the seven plains.

Portrayed as space/time continuums, or the seven white tunnels of energy and/or referred to as seven roads or journeys.

Every single one recognized as an edition of every religion’s bible or equivalent.

Religion?

I purposely lost my “religion”.

Purposely discarded.

Exposed as merely constructs of society to give mankind something to hope for.

Yes, I lost my religion.

On the day I found ….

“FAITH”.

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