Father of bullying victim Amanda Todd gets tattoo to commemorate daughter | CTV News

As my followers know I was quite taken aback by the Amanda Todd suicide. This evening on CFTO News I saw this and once again was brought to tears.  Blessings to her father – such a memorial to her life by adding some of her ashes to the ink used in his tattoo – forever a part of him.

It was not only her suicide, but also that of the many other youth that gave me that final nudge to stop procrastinating and get The LightHouse up and going. I hope to be fully operational by February 2013 at the latest. If The Creators be willing – much sooner.

Here is the link to CTV:

Father of bullying victim Amanda Todd gets tattoo to commemorate daughter | CTV News.

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Thank you for your support – this is a much needed resource in today’s society and our youth need us out there on the front lines with our wisdom and guidance.

NAMASTE’

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Mother Mary Comes To Me

“When I find myself in times of trouble, Mother Mary comes to me. Speaking words of wisdom, let it be.”

Five out of the seven times I have been legally dead I encountered my mother, Mary. What is so coincidentally strange about this is that all my life – since the very first time I heard Let It Be, I always shed a tear as soon as the first chord was played.

I was twelve when I first met my mother. Then ten years later I met her for the second time, only to lose her the next year via murder at the hands of her alcoholic knife wielding boyfriend. As devastating as this was, my life was changed that day ……. the horrific reality of watching Mom lay in intensive care carved up like a suckling pig drove all the violence from my soul. The Creators work in mysterious ways. 

It was then that I decided to change my lifestyle. 

A laying down of arms, so-to-speak. 

Looking back I now know that this was the birth of The LightHouse – Walking With Dann. 

Although, I was unaware of what was growing inside my twisted drug damaged mind. 

This was 1981 and the seed grew slowly until 1999 when The Creators decided that I needed a swift kick in the groin and a reality check.

I was one hundred and eighty pounds and five foot nine on February 28th that year. March first, my oldest brothers birthday, I awoke to find that my arms and legs were non-functional. March fifth I had two double cervical dissections – losing c2, c3 and c5 & c6 vertebra. I left the hospital three days later.

The doctors were amazed that after 18 hours in surgery and only an hour in my room, I was up and walking. 

They were dumbfounded to say the lease.  They used words like “miracle” – saying it was impossible for me to do so. 

Especially after my being DEAD upon the operating table – a 48 minute battle to bring me back. 

This was my first recorded death.

Two months later I weighed one hundred forty pounds and was a mere five foot seven, but I was walking.

I remembered everything that happened in the O.R., everything. 

Including my out of body experience. 

The standing in a white light gazing at seven paths laid before me. 

The only other soul there was my mother – her Irish smile grew wide as she beckoned me to her path. 

But, within my mind I was told to do the opposite and I so, I did. 

I chose to go the path completely adjacent to where my Mom stood. And here I am – Dann – just as I am. Thirteen years later.

I suffered (still do). 

In the following years I would drop dead six more times from complications with nerve damage and my electrical system sending wrong signals to wrong places.

I remember every time completely. 

Mother was there four more times. Four more times for me to disobey her wishes. That Irish in me. 

Was I disobeying or was it a test? 

I shall not ever know until such a time as I ascend to the higher plain and sit, share an Irish coffee and out right ask her.

My life has been a whirlwind of ups and downs since that fatal day in March 1999. 

Yet, everyday I give thanks to the Creators for the opportunity to live this life I have. 

I have three sons alive and one deceased. 

I have my legs and arms to match. I have my LIFE. 

What only one other soul really knows about all this is that I was told to return. To return and follow the path I am walking. 

I strayed a few times. 

Fell into the hypnotic trance of the Devil named cocaine and her sister alcohol. 

Destroyed a thirty two year marriage. (A marriage whereas I can honestly say I never once strayed from).

Some may say that my life has been tragic. I cannot say this. 

My life has been so BLESSED. For I have what no other I have ever encountered has —- I have the KNOWLEDGE. 

The knowledge Mother Mary gave to me in my time of trouble.

I shall follow this writing with a much more detailed description of my after death experiences, but, for now I just wanted to acknowledge that in my time of trouble……

“Mother Mary came to me…..”

Blessings my friend, blessings…..

The Struggles of Talented People

The next time you sit to enjoy a short film, home-grown movie or documentary, bear in mind that the artists, producers, camera operators, roadies, truck drivers, directors and all involved have made great sacrifices to bring the work to your screen.

In Canada funding is very hard to obtain and when it is received it is often not any where’s near enough to complete the project. Many of these film makers have to go into enormous debt – both personal and commercial, to get there work onto film. Many depend on people like us for support and loyalty.

If you are similar to me, then you are sure to agree that when looking for entertainment you would prefer to watch a well put together short film or a documentary or a full length film that stimulates your mind and senses. Not just entertains your brain with mindless action and love scenes.

I find that most “block buster” movies are successful because some one had millions of dollars to assure they reach that status. This goes back to that age old saying, “Money talks and bullturds walk”. Sad, isn’t it?

I would rather spend money at the Beaches Theater or ‘The Hot Docs’ Festival, then give it to a conglomerate of money minded Richie Rich’s.

SO, THE NEXT TIME YOU GO TO A BIG THEATER DO A LITTLE FAVOR FOR YOURSELF AND THE INDIE FILM MAKERS AND INSTEAD OF BUYING $20 DOLLARS WORTH OF TREATS TO NIBBLE ON – BUY $10 AND DONATE THE OTHER $10 DOLLARS TO A LOCAL STRUGGLING ARTIST.

CHECK OUT SITES LIKE “http://www.indiegogo.com/” AND SUPPORT WHATEVER, WHOEVER YOU BELIEVE CAN BRING A GOOD STORY TO THE SCREEN.

Here are a couple of my favorites:

http://www.wildspiritfilms.ca/

http://www.hotdocs.ca/docignite/project/30Ghosts

I thank you for taking the time to read my rants and raves ….. until next time – I remain, Dann, just as I am!!!   Namaste’

VOTING IS NOW OPEN

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VOTING IS NOW OPEN >>>>>>>>>

This is something I have been ten years in the making. It is a much needed resource that can only benefit our youth. PLEASE VOTE AND HAVE YOUR FRIENDS VOTE TOO. HELP US HELP OUR YOUTH!!!!! 

  WE NEED A MINIMUM OF

500 VOTES TO MAKE IT TO THE FINALS. SO WE WOULD BE SO GRATEFUL IF ALL OUR FRIENDS CAN GET ALL THEIR FRIENDS TO VOTE FOR US.

REMEMBER —– YOU CAN VOTE EVERYDAY FOR THE TWO WEEKS – STARTING ON NOVEMBER 12TH UNTIL NOVEMBER 26TH. I WILL SEND OUT REMINDERS ON MONDAY!!!!

TO VOTE JUST CLICK THE YELLOW VOTE BUTTON AT THE TOP OF THIS PAGE AND REGISTER WITH YOUR FACEBOOK ACCOUNT.

I THANK YOU ALL FOR SUPPORTING THIS WONDERFUL CAUSE – WE CAN MAKE A DIFFERENCE!!!!!!!

Namaste

http://www.avivacommunityfund.org/ideas/acf16202

VOTING STARTS ON MONDAY AT TWELVE NOON FOR THE AVIVA COMPETITION

18 hours until the voting for round three qualifying begins!!!! Starting noon hour tomorrow – remember you can vote everyday! I am getting excited now.

VOTING STARTS ON MONDAY AT TWELVE NOON FOR

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I THANK YOU ALL FOR SUPPORTING THIS WONDERFUL CAUSTHE AVIVA COMPETITION. WE NEED A MINIMUM OF
500 VOTES TO MAKE IT TO THE FINALS. SO WE WOULD BE SO GRATEFUL IF ALL OUR FRIENDS CAN GET ALL THEIR FRIENDS TO VOTE FOR US.

REMEMBER —– YOU CAN VOTE EVERYDAY FOR THE TWO WEEKS – STARTING ON NOVEMBER 12TH UNTIL NOVEMBER 26TH. I WILL SEND OUT REMINDERS ON MONDAY!!!!

TO VOTE JUST CLICK THE YELLOW VOTE BUTTON AT THE TOP OF THIS PAGE at http://www.facebook.com/walkingtolighthouse AND REGISTER WITH YOUR FACEBOOK ACCOUNT.

OR GO DIRECTLY TO THE AVIVA PAGE AT

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– WE CAN MAKE A DIFFERENCE!!!!!!!

Saddened by the Times

If it was not for the goals I have set in my life and that of The LightHouse, I would be so depressed and saddened by the violence that Toronto has been plagued with lately.

Two more shootings of youth again today. One yesterday, a woman murdered the day before that. What has happened to modern society that we live in such barbaric ways?

We all claim to live in the best of times, but I find this to be an untruth. We COULD live in that type of time, but we have become lost in our quest for the fastest wealth, the “keeping up with the Jones“, sexual conquers and living a life centered on our individual self.

Society is supposed to be governed by citizens who work together for the betterment of all. This is not just a utopian theory, but also, a genetically implanted characteristic. Human’s are a “society” based species. We have hunted, gathered and protected each other since the beginning of our time.

We do not do that anymore. Our lives are continuously being bombarded with images of expensive non-necessities, alcohol, sexual imagery and ‘so-called’ perfect bodies. The television show that teaches ‘true’ family values and morals are almost nonexistent.

We all need to step back, assess our world and then walk forward to a better pathway in life.

Our youth need us more than at any other period in mankind’s recorded history. The past few generations of teenage parents have, unfortunately, brought forth at least two generations of dysfunctional family structure. The wisdom of the “elders” is not present because the elders have not yet become aged and learned sufficiently.

I am worried about all three of my sons and what their world will be like in ten years. My boys are thirty-one, twenty-two and nine years of age. Three separate generations in one sibling string. Three very different outlooks upon their world and what they face in the years to come. My only relief is knowing that I have done my best to raise them with morals, compassion, forgiveness and respect for their fellow mankind.

Education of the youth is the main recourse in setting us all back on track. We have to educate, lead by example and provide resources for these youth. We have to do this yesterday, preferably today and if not, definitely starting tomorrow.

To put on the evening news every night to hear that once again our city has become a battle ground is sad. Sad is the only word to describe it. Sad. Sad for the victims, sad for the child with the gun, sad for the families of both the victims and the accused.

Sad that we have all let this get so broken.

CONFIDENT THAT WHEN SOMETHING IS BROKEN IT CAN BE REPAIRED BY THE RIGHT PERSON. WE ARE THAT PERSON. LET’S FIX THIS NOW!!!!

To all on the Eastern Coast

To all on the Eastern Coast of both Canada and The United States – may you weather through (no pun intended) this awful storm safely. Mother Nature has her moods – she means no harm.

My family and I wish you all to be safe and secure and that no harm shall befall your loved ones.

Namaste’

Irritated Nipple Syndrome (again)

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 nothing ever so painful as the abrasiveness of cheap blended polyester brushing to and fro upon the supersensitive, and, often amusing to play with, human nipple. Specially on a day as such where the cold bitter bite of lakefront wind has made my twin pleasure buttons stand hard and tall like two minute penises and declare their existence.

I would give most anything at this moment for the feel of warm dressed cotton or, perhaps, even the sweet caress of perhaps ‘Cashmere’.

If you happen to discover that you indeed have a spare ‘real’ T-shirt, my nipples would greatly appreciate a donation of such. I fear the coming vengeance of the Arctic wind inspired season of Canada’s winter and her cold crippling affect on my self inflicted, physical abused ‘too-many years of heavy lifting’. humanoid form. (I take a size man’s small, because “The Cosmic Muffin” puts great things in very petite packages,

So, where was I headed before my nipples got in the way……………………….Oh Yes! I remember now. As “Mother Earth” begins her seasonal transformation also do they, you or whoever I may be referring to.

I diligently trucked out into the public domains yesterday afternoon to record to memory the strange rites and rituals of you humanoid robotic clones of a greater being, so as, when the Mothership returns, I shall have gathered enough intelligence as to please the supreme powers that be, and, thusly, I may rightfully be receiving the ever patronizing pat on my head and the salutary equation of “Dann is a good boy!”. Of which I will reply the ever grateful “Thank you” and sheepishly grin and drool.

There you were, dancing your rhythms of daily disclosure and bartering your extensively earned numerical bank notes called “The Paycheque” to purchase licorice strands of candied sugars to ensure the quietness of the distressed two year old as he struggles to gain freedom from the stroller so as he may run rampant and yet again test your patience quota.

If so howled the crisp breeze from Lake Ontario, then, immediately your upper limbs clutch to protect the ever sensitive nipples. Nipples appear to me as a large factor in your everyday lives This is something that with my outlook and learning’s of culture I find very interesting. How such a little pair of budded human tissue can hold such a great importance in daily routines is absolutely amazing.

If “Mother Earth” decides that today is too be a chilled one then instinctively your arms cover them. If “She” decides that, perhaps, tomorrow shall be warm then – again – you may choose to wrap your arms across your breast plate so as your nipples are not visible through your choosing to dress in light clothing due to the heated air of the day.

On a warm summer’s day at the beach, the young females readily douse their feline bodies with the refreshing and cool lake water, but then they must protect their nipples from the wanton eyes of juvenile males who are hoping and praying that “The Hairy Thunderer” will grant them the blessing of a visual aid only comparable to that of a “Wet T-shirt Contest”.

Winter brings the crossing of arms and the multi-layering of various sweaters purchased through the Bay, or, maybe, even Walmart. Oh, but the constrictions of layer upon layer of artificial body coverings and the labourious way the wearing of such creates many lost minutes of most precious time, time better spent with our nipples.

If, in your wonderment of life, you are to have such a thought as, “Does this happen to the male of the species?” I can assure your curiosity with a definite affirmation. Males do in fact suffer the same fate, although, due to infantile imbedded social lessons they must bravely and with no sign of pain appear invincible to the effects of exposing their nipples to us all.

I, alone, may be the only exception to the rule. For I, without modesty, bravely announce to you all that “I have Irritated Nipple Syndrome” and I have no decent, and neither can I afford to purchase, a ‘real’ T-shirt. I embarrassingly admit that I may in fact need of your charity in order that I may have a cotton T-shirt to keep me warm through out the coming all out attack of winter. (again I hint that I take a size man’s small, because “The Cosmic Muffin” puts great things in very petite packages, inbox me for my address, lol.

All of the above mentioned observations have made me realize that by looking out my window and watching these humanoid lifeforms conduct their daily routines and dances, I can accurately determine the weather by how greatly the female Homo Sapient is clutching her breastplate. Such a simple but relatively accurate method of predetermining the weather. On the Mothership we are forced to depend on the science of meteorology and our daily session watching the universal weather channel on our installed satellite dish.

I bid you all a warm day in the emotional sense. I offer to you a simple concept to imbed into your daily routine – I offer that when your eyes are next to focus on your fellow man that your brain immediately sends forth but one word………..PEACE!

Good day to you and yours – Guter Tag zu Ihnen und zu Ihrem – Хороший день к вам и твоему – Bonne journée à toi et au vôtre – Buen día a usted y el suyo

Toronto’s Cabbagetown Murder

All murders are SENSELESS, but this one was just WRONG! Anyone who knows or even thinks they may know this piece of garbage that stabbed this poor woman to death, please, please speak up!!!! My mother was murdered in 1981 and not one day has gone by since that I do not shed a tear for her. Now this poor woman has left behind four children and they are sitting in Northern Africa with no idea why this has happened.

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