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

  One of the greatest mistakes I believe Jesus made was when he asked of his Father,       “FORGIVE THEM FATHER FOR THEY KNOW NOT WHAT THEY DO.” To say that Jesus was mistaken is a definitive understatement. They knew, we knew, we KNOW . Yet, even knowing so, we continue to repeat the same mistakes. We continue to repeat the same “SINS”. We continue to destroy the humanity we strive to achieve. As I post this we are allowing one state living in the most HOLIEST of lands commit the most UNHOLIEST of crimes against humanity. There can be no FORGIVENESS  for the silence of the world as the fake Jews of Israel steal the “ HUMAN ” from our “ HUMANITY “. “FORGIVE US, “NOT”, LORD, FOR WE KNOW WHAT WE DO.” AND YET WE  CONTINUE  …………

  “ Believe it or not, but I was once, maybe twice, a gangster.” Those who know me, or those who have read the five volumes of my autobiography, know well that for the majority of my life I was a gangster. That said, you would be correct in thinking that I am an authority on the topic of crime and, unfortunately, punishment. Society has changed. Modern society and the onset of social media’s ability to influence our youth in both ‘good’ and ‘bad’  ways has also matured the common crook. Maturity is a learned process. Knowledge is absorbed through life and the experiences that coincide with it. Logically we must now consider at what age do our youth transverse from childhood to young adults. By looking at the average age   of serious crimes young offenders   are now committing, we can easily see that they are not stealing liquor from their parents or swiping candy from the neighborhood corner stores. They are stealing high end automobiles, committing violent home inva...

It takes a depressionto create an impression. It takes a man to shed tears. A lesson learned in past years. Yes, even the strong have fears. The mind becomes Disraeli gears. Yet, here I stand strong, Tears are not wrong. Even though my heart does break, I'm still ever strong " Shake ".

 

  I  look towards the heavens and give thanks for yet another Saturday and the gift of having life. I am humbled by the life I now have and for …. The opportunities life has offered onto me. The Blessings I have received. A life with purpose. And for this opportunity to use my voice to assist in making a change in the lives of those who voices are not heard over the white noise of political manipulations. Be humble and be caring. Life is meant for sharing. Share the goodness you carry within. Remember that falsehood is a mortal sin.

  The “N” word. Everyone is so afraid to speak it. Not me ….. I am about to …… Here we go ………….. “Nachos” There, I said it. Why have nachos taken over as wing replacements in bars and cafes? Is it just another of the many ‘ politically correct ‘ occurrences in this modern world? Or is it the Mexican’s getting back at President Trump? I like my nachos with suicide wings. If the world was more sensible and life was what it is supposed to be, then I should be able to get my nachos with my suicide wings included. But, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, I cannot. I am forced to order both and mix them myself!!!!!!! I find this an injustice on the social level. I find this unfair to every dishwasher in every restaurant. I am disgusted that the MEDIA has yet to get on board and reveal this travesty to YOU, the PUBLIC. People – – – speak out against this. Write, call and email your government, your psychiatrist, tell your parents and march in the streets. “N” lives matter!!!!!! Until then, I shall remain, D...

https://open.spotify.com/episode/1BWrGN66t6Er54dcXXeT5R?si=f48b61d66897498d Towards the exit door. He dances, you know For evermore. He dances, you know From where you never go. He dances, you know For life he to know. He dances, you know Paying a life’s toll. He dances, you know Forever on he go. He dances, you know To rectify his soul.

  You may also listen to this as a podcast via “The LightHouse Verner” on Spotify or wherever you stream podcasts from. If at night I do so sleep, is it so my heart may weep? And come the dawning of the morn does your absence make me forlorn? Once you walked by my side. Of love we talked with ill feelings aside. For many days a love we shared. We spoke of feelings well cared. Darkness stole from me your Light. My tears fall into the night. Still I feel your hand in mine. Remembering your smile devine. When you fell into the final sleep, my very soul began to weep. Time, they say, heals all. Why, then, does this pain still call. A father believes he knows what’s best. Never thinking his child to finally rest. And now each day comes and goes. A parent’s pain causes such woe. There will come a time we do unite. Till then I shall cry into the night.

  Thankfully, I turn sixty-six on October the 5th. Otherwise I would be worried. Five years ago on October 22, 2018 at eleven fifteen in the morning I was diagnosed with Stage IV Squamous Cell Carcinoma and Pharyngeal Cancer. At that time they told me that I was beyond the point of conventional treatments and that the best option was to allow them to remove my tongue, larynx and part of my esophagus. Then they would use a muscle from my forearm to construct a tongue. I immediately refused. There is no way that I would allow my family and loved ones to have a vision of me as a Frankenstein as their last memory. Their last memory of me will be me smiling and telling them how much I appreciated sharing life with them. The doctors told me that I would be lucky if I survived till the end of January 2019. Eight to ten weeks. I am not one to give in to defeat. I participated in a radical radiation therapy whereas I received eighty, yes 80, rounds of Harwins Protocol radiation treatments i...