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THIS BOY AIN’T RIGHT


How any true Canadian can even think of defending ANYTHING the Liberals are doing or already have done baffles me. Selling Canada by the pound to the enemies.  I am ashamed at my fellow countrymen for sitting on their asses and allowing this schizophrenic undercover Islamic sympathizer to change our values and ways to appease “refugees”. 

 
Think about it this way – these “refugees” arrive here with paperwork issued by someone in their homeland – we have to take it at face value that the said paperwork is accurate. But,  their homeland is full of corruption and chaos.  Anyone with a half decent printer could have produced the papers. 

Which leads us to wonder why the majority of the “refugees” are males between 19 and 45 years old.
Just a coincidence that they are the same  age as most soldiers.     ???

Wouldn’t it be women,  children,  injured or elderly that would be seeking safe harbours while the young males stay to defend their country?

If this idiot Prime Monster Trudeau has already told every Muslim in the world that they are welcome here,  then why are they crossing over illegally? 

Oh wait, the RCMP has already told us that more than half have criminal records. 

All this tells me that they are HIDING something .

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Think about it – all they have to do is cross legally at the border and claim refuge from the evil President  Trump. But, they would rather risk life and limb crossing ILLEGALLY.  

I may be wrong but if you are committing a crime by sneaking into my homeland then you are a CRIMINAL. 

But, us Canadians are fracking pacifists and blinded by our peacefulness and trust.

 And this will be our downfall – you all see what is happening in Europe and what has been happening in THEIR homelands and yet you all defend them and actually INVITE them here.

And give them priority over our own homeless,  disabled and such.

Personally, I am presently homeless due to a financial disaster and I am offended at my government giving housing to them that was originally DESIGNATED for our poor and homeless.

And,  remember I tell you this,  it shall end very bad.

Trudeau should be drug tested and his mental health should be looked into. The boy is not right – or he is hiding an agenda from us that will only benefit his shady “friends” and himself.  

We all know what his father was and we definitely know that he could care less about any of us who are not from Quebec.

Unless we all stand together and demand he steps down we are doomed to eventually having a major terrorist attack.

Remember I tell you this  ……

So sayeth the LightHouse Dann Verner

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SPIRITUALITY COMES FROM THE SOUL.  RELIGION IS MANMADE. 

​I am so SICK of people saying we are racists because we speak out against the violence and “demands” these fracking ungrateful refugees are doing. 

HOW CAN MUSLIMS SAY THAT THEY ARE PRACTISING A “RELIGION” WHEN THEIR “RELIGION” DICTATES THAT THEY SHOULD NOT RECOGNIZE OTHER RELIGIONS, MURDER THE “INFIDELS” AND THEIR “RELIGION” IS PRACTISING “POLITICS”?

ISLAM IS NO MORE A PLACE THAN HEAVEN OR HELL. RELIGION OF ALL TYPES – ALL FIVE THOUSAND GODS WORSHIPPED ON EARTH ARE NOT “REAL”, BUT RATHER MANIFESTATIONS OF BRAINWASHED INDOCTRINATIONS BY RELIGIOUS CULT LEADERS .

SPIRITUALITY IS NOT RELIGION – RELIGION IS MANMADE – SPIRITUALITY COMES FROM THE SOUL

Maybe we are finally just fed up with the LIBERALS Catering to and forcing us to Change our values and traditions for so-called “refugees” who now expect free everything.  

Who, as is happening in  my neighborhood, are committing sexual and physical assaults, whose male children are assaulting female children in the schools – which the school board refuses to invoke the “zero tolerance ” rule because we have to “give them time”. 

Maybe that is where the anger and hate comes from. 

But, seeing how most Liberals are better off than the rest of us, your closed minds cannot understand what the average citizen goes through. 

I don’t see any refugees living on the Bridal Path or in Forest Hills.

REMEMBERING MY DEATHS


There is a large difference between following a religion and believing in a higher power. Religion is MAN-MADE – “BELIEF ” comes from the soul and all creatures, all living life has an energy that no science, no religion can explain. 

Religion will be/is the downfall of mankind. Just another type of gang in a race of people who have always formed into groups claiming their gang is better than your gang.

And now I will hear from all the fanatical gang members – Catholic’s will Bless themselves, Muslim’s will tell me there is only their faith, the extremist will rape my budgie. You are all a boxed set – gang members hiding under the cloaks of man-made opinions.

Been dead seven times – WHAT A SURPRISE YOU ALL HAVE COMING UPON YOUR DEATH – no virgins, no Tim Horton’s in the clouds – just penance and explanations to why you lived your life the way you have.

I  noticed through life that the better a person is the more trials and tribulations they suffer while others sail through with no worry. I believe it is due to the better person being able to handle and understand WHY they must be tested. 

From experience I can honestly say that there is definitely an “after life” – just not the one portrayed in books written by false prophets and re- written over and over.

 The Hindu and Buddhist have the closest ideology and perception.  Five of the seven times I passed and had to be resuscitated I experienced the exact same after death experience.  Made me look at faith and life totally different. 

We pay penance here and again in “purgatory” or whichever equivalent your faith allows you to believe.

My  “near deaths” were like an LSD trip – but the ones were I was actually “dead” were not. 

When I was taking part with the “Near Death” and then the “After Death”  programs at Sunnybrook Hospital I discovered many who had very similar experiences. The last time was the most enlightened.  It seemed to last the longest and it ended as soon as they brought me back by CPR, epi and defibrillation.    Then it was six weeks on life support and the insanity of being fully aware but not really  “here”.  I never wish to have to experience that ever again.

People perceive god or the Hairy Thunderer as a person or being  – not true – it is an energy, a communication of knowledge that cannot be understood or comprehended by the living human mind.

For we are not meant to understand and we were not meant to return and share what we have experienced for only the dead should know of Death’s construction.

For Death has no place within our living life. 

It is merely the first step of ascension to the next higher plain of space/time continuum.

So sayeth The LightHouse Dann Verner on this day of your Lord, January 9,  2017.

Remember I tell you this. 

Namaste’

LIFE, LOVE & PAIN

So, the dreaded journey begins…..

Today is my first of three pre-ops.

I am at the North York General Hospital for the preparation for my gall bladder removal. 

Usually this is a day surgery performed via laparoscopy. But, I have never been Blessed with good luck. I have to be sliced open due to a large amount of scar tissue within. 

This coming Friday I go to yet another hospital,  Scarborough General,  for a barrage of tests and pre-op for the removal of my kidney.  

These tests include the insertion of a camera up my urinary tract.  I have been having nightmares about this one test. As I am sure anyone would.

The kidney surgery comes with a mere thirty percent chance of surviving.  

I will also find out on Friday what they intend to do about the three quarter inch blockage in my liver. Having gone through a battle with liver cancer thirteen years ago,  I have my concerns about this. 

I am still waiting to hear the game plan for my  detached ab muscle.  As far as I know this will be re- attached upon completion of the kidney removal or after they repair my liver.

It is all in the hands of the Creator’s. 

I am but a pawn in their game of thrones.

What scares me to no end is I shall be homeless when I am discharged from the hospital.  

Cut up like a Christmas goose, my fantastic son, the angry budgie and my two beautiful pups living no where’s just before Christmas.  

This is why I have lost faith in your gods. I am doomed to a life of shame and embarrassment. 

If I  survive – which my gut and five doctors feel I shall not.

I have been documented dead seven times before – I know from those experiences that there is no eighth return.

The surgeries scare me,  but homelessness will be the straw that breaks my back. 

And so I shed these tears of shame. 

Go Fund Me Is My Last Hope 

As explained in my previous few blogs, my life is in a turmoil due to a series of events beyond my control. 

As a result I have had to swallow my pride and ask (pray) for help via a Go Fund Me Campaign. 

Here is the link:

Dann Verner Go Fund Me Campaign 

Please feel free to share and I thank you from the bottom of my heart for doing so. 

I have to have this settled before November 6 or Dakota and I shall be homeless 

Heavy Weighs The Hopeless Heart

The weight that spans my shoulders weighs heavy upon my heart.

In a series of almost comedic events my life went from that of hope, peacefulness and routines,  to one of chaos,  hopelessness and fear.

I could have avoided all of this if only my building management had informed me immediately of the non-payment of my rent. By their delaying me notice until late September,  I had then accumulated August,September and October’s payment all at once.

An impossibility considering my income. 

And now I am mere days away from losing all my material possessions and the psychological trauma of being homeless with a thirteen year old son.  

I have tried all the various resources to no avail.  I am a victim of that social services hole between disability and pension.  Too young to be old and too old to be young.

Soon I must face the surgeon’s scalpel.  Not once, but at the least twice.  A kidney removal and gall bladder.

I am not strong enough to battle this battle with the lingering shadow of homelessness dangling above my soul.

I am a fifty nine year old bundle of shame and embarrassment.  

I am humbled to becoming a mere beggar – hoping for the kindness of strangers to assist me in climbing this abyss. 

So, I am left wondering,  crying and praying that a miracle comes into my life and I will not have to look my child in his  eyes and say:

“I have failed you my son.”

For with that statement my reason for being will have become dust in the winds of despair. 

I no not what to do but pray and hope.

GoFundMe 

Sometimes Death is a Procrastinator 

Recipe for a sad and meaningless existence. 

1: Be born on October 5,  1957 

2: Be abandoned at six months old 

3: Live in 32 homes by the age of ten 

4: Start drugs at ten years old

5: Leave home to live the street life at twelve years old 

6: End up in a federal penitentiary by age eighteen 

7: Finally get to meet your biological mother in 1981.

8: Biological mother gets murdered 1981

9: First marriage lasts eight months

10: Spend 30 years with next wife only to discover it was a lie.

11: Raise three sons hoping you have not failed.  

12: Actually commit suicide on August 22, 2002 only to be resuscitated back into life.

13: Be 59 years old and be losing everything you own and your home.

Yes, I  cooked this life well. 

And yet, your gods still insist I awaken every day.