My name is said to be under the foundation of this structure.
Subject: ### ---- A Father's Only Begotten Son ---- ###
Date: Tue, 24 Aug 2021 11:44:49 -0700
From: Dan Berladyn dberladyn@gmail.comDeacon Howard,
For my own reasons, I have settled on the title of Deacon for you. I am going to refer to you as Deacon Howard, just as 'Sister' Theresa taught me.
I understand that it is probably not easy at times to speak this way or speak that way, but it was disappointing to hear your reservations regarding the Native Indians, Residential Schools and a Pastor / Priest back East. I felt more respect for my Baba's Caretaker in that moment. She had no fear of being blunt in what she truly believes. However, considering who was sitting across from my Baba's Caretaker, I can see why you have your concerns about stating something one way over another. Incidentally, I like sharing this Native Indian's views online. I am sure he would not have a problem stating what my Baba's Caretaker had stated.
https://dan.berladyn.online/rec/180315_1742.mp3Regardless, in knowing my Father, in knowing what my Elders went through with the Church in regards to burying my Grandfather, I myself am just going to refer to you as Deacon. I hope that you can find that appropriate.
It seems that I fouled up your email address. I wanted to talk to you since the day I met you. I wanted to for many reasons that do not simply include myself and my own affairs. It took me over a year to find you again. Then I fouled up emailing you by dropping off the "E" losing more months in the process. As a 'Doctor' I have wanted your assistance should you choose to provide such. For myself, this has been a rather urgent need. Top priority. Yet at the same time, in my over-all health, go slow and easy. Do not break anything. If it takes ten years, it takes ten years. However, I might not have ten years. I might only have a day, a week, a month. I never know. That is more true than you can ever know.
Another reason to speak to you was so that I could further my learning. One of the things that I deeply regret is not coming to the St. Mary's when I was in my late teens / early twenties. I went through a phase for a time. I had wanted to learn. I wanted to explore Church, the Bible, God. Except with me, if you know me, since grade one I have wanted to run everything through my own little processor without the (mis)direction of others. I had wanted to sort out the Truth of everything that is, that was, and that will be for myself all on my own. I wanted to do that without external corruption. I wish I could go back to grade one. What a great life. My childhood, my world, was perfect.We go to Church to find God, not Man. If you fear me and my personal matters, there is no need to. If you fail me and my personal matters, well then I was looking to the wrong person.
However, on the other hand, if I was ever to receive assistance with certain needs, then I honestly could not think of a better place to get such from. I tell you with complete open honesty that cry with a purity in that Church. That is Baba's. I have a connection there that is extremely personal to me. I am old enough to remember the current building being built. I was asked by Father Joseph if I was Catholic. I was too tired to answer correctly that day. Beverly and Theresa state that I am. I recognize the Mother. For myself on a personal level, that is Baba's Church. My Paternal Grandmother, I am her baby Grandson. Her Youngest. If nothing else, I recognize my Eternal Grandmother.
Speaking of which, I was my Maternal Grandmother's favorite. She fell in love me watching me try to pound nails with grandfather's hammer in her backyard. I had my little tongue hanging out. I was trying with all my might. Concentrating to the absolutely best of my ability. Hit that nail on the head. Drive it home. She would laugh with great joy. It's amazing what I remember. I was her little Carpenter. I might have only been two years old. I have to check that age. My parents took my older brothers to Disneyland, and I stayed behind with my grandmother. She'd rock me in her rocking chair. I would hold her hand when we walked struggling to keep up to the number of footsteps required. Those were the days. We would go to Woodward's on Hastings. It's funny, I always remember. I would see people on the bus and I would think: why don't these people just fix their lives? Why don't they clean themselves up to the best that they can in their position? Honest observations of a little boy too young to understand what psychologically happens to people in life, yet cognitive and observant enough to see what is within their obvious base control.
I was baptized in the United Church of Canada, February 1976. Which for me actually makes sense. My mother's side is English / Irish. I am 50% East, and 50% West. I am of both the Right Lung, and of the Left Lung. At least I like to think of it that way as I realize I wouldn't want to have it any other way. So many things seem so perfect to me that I am ashamed that I have not made more of myself with what I was given in life. Perhaps you can help me with that? I was a very lucky boy. I was my preschool teachers favorite. Her favorite little boy. I was a gift to a dying man; my Godfather. I have just had so many reasons to aspire. I have been Blessed in so many ways. Even St. Mary's address. It is the same as my home where I was Created and have lived all of my life. 560 West. 14(words). I just like all of the parallels. The little details in my life that I attach personal meaning to. I live at 560 Foress Drive. West Port Moody.
I often refer to myself as My Father's Son. I am. I am His. I Love My Father. I cry for him, just as he knew I would. He always told me. It's 16 years on, and I instantly reduce to tears at the thought of him. I could use your help, but that is always a tricky request. Sometimes people ask and get the opposite. Especially in my situation.
https://dan.berladyn.online/2021/08/23/lieutenant-governor/Dan Berladyn
I wasn't going to share these communications, but they took too long to happen and quite frankly, I cannot forget what my elders went through when the priest was seen on a date. This rather than at the funeral he was scheduled for. It rained something fierce I am told. People still cannot even speak about it nearly seventy years later.
Older than Kings and Queens; My Grandfather.
I don't know if you can imagine digging the grave for your own father in the pouring rain with no priest, but personally I think it was better this way. At least in my more distant perspective. One generation removed from such a task. Those boys would have been given a life lesson that they'd never forget. One that has been passed down.
Prince George, Saint George, and Ukrainian Independence. My Ukrainian friend who is a girl on the other side of the planet will like this. She has just messaged me again.
IMMACULATE CONCEPTION
That just makes me smile.
Thank you. My Mother is Immaculate. How Fitting. Especially considering that I was thinking of My Grandfather's earlier and asking for a little help with this articular "Hill" here.
I was a little reluctant to post this photo, but this is my Great Grandfather Hill. I was thinking what would he think about all of this, but I was not really interested in possibly dis-pleasuring my mother by posting his photo. What would he think of his grand-daughter, and his great grand-kids regarding this whole situation? What would he think of the government involvement here? What would he do looking through my eyes, in my position? He kind of looks like someone you might not want to mess with if you ask me.
My Great Grandmother on my Mother's side saved and saved to buy tickets in order to cross the Atlantic aboard the RMS Titanic. My Grandmother would always tell me this story. She saved and saved. Then when they went to buy the tickets she was not able to. They were all sold out. They had to sail on the next ship which was initially a great disappointment. However, in the end everything worked out for the best. The moral of the story I suppose. Oh how I wish I sorted and wrote the family history as I intended so many years ago.
This situation caused me to go upstairs and look at mother's wedding book. To see the Wedding Vows and to explore such with great interest. I have never touched that book before. She has it on display in the Living Room. I know better than to touch certain things. That to be extremely careful with such items. The others have a lot more freedom than I do in that regard. They don't get smacked away with mistrust like I do. Photos and Family Memorabilia is extremely important to me. It always has been.
Which is why it is painful to see my sister come in here and simply throw out the chair that my parents fought over. They fought over the chair that was bought for me to be nursed in as a baby. Lisa thought should the furniture would be embarrassing for her while bringing her friends over. I accepted that happening in order to 'Keep the Peace'. However, it greatly bothers me. It is actually extremely symbolic of what was talking place here. Just like my baby photo being removed my mother's night side bed stand. There is just something to be said for that.
Starting around 2011 or so, I could see the writing on the wall. Concerned, I began quietly scanning Family Photo's as accurately I could. It took months to do a single Photo Album. From childhood, I knew if my mother knew I was into the photo albums, she would say something. I think she did know because I left the book by the scanner as I slowly copied it picture by picture as time permitted. I then provided a copy of all the photos on the computer my mother used, which I built and maintained.
This way everyone could have copy's and I was not acting with self-interest.
Speed things up the other year, the unbalanced dynamics and my degraded overall health caused by all the damages that external people were bringing into this household caused a need for me to see that Wedding Book. In very poor health I brought that book downstairs to scan certain items and then my mother came home. I could not sneak the book back upstairs without having yet another issue form. Another issue that stems from all of the damages that other people have intentionally brought my person. It just never ends. The perpetual damage.
My mother found the book and took it back. Which was all a product of my poor health brought about by other people with ill intent. Other people who would use my mother's displeasure over something they created to further their ambitions. Lock him out of the house mom. Just like when we were kids. They locked me out of the house in the pouring rain and then I got sick from it. That was the last time Jim Berladyn was allowed to 'babysit'. He abuses his power over the others for his own gain.
Over the last year, I have been very hurt and very upset. I could have been scanning photos. Ensuring that I am not cheated out of those too. I am cheated out access to this house that would not be here without my endeavour. I am cheated out of Family Photographs and Memorabilia that is very important to my person. I am locked out of my mother's computer that I built and maintained for her so that the others could pirate that too. The list of damages is extremely long and completely unjust.
It is actually CRIMINAL. There are LAWS, but none cares it seems. It's all fraud and politics it seems.