The Heart of Depression

Just recently ( May 2017) a young man of only 29 years old passed away due to acute depression. His name was Eskild ; a bright filmmaker from Norway 🇳🇴. The reason I know of him, is simply my interest in filmmaking. We met on YouTube – have a LOOK

Here you will see in the first few seconds of the film, Eskild ( Blonde hair) with his long time friend and film buddy Andyax.

Follow Eskild’s YouTube HERE

When I heard of Eskild passing away, I was shocked! Such a talented filmmaker with hopes of becoming well established in the film industry. To learn his death is a result of acute depression makes it all too real in today’s society.

Depression is a common occurrence but few talk about it because family and friends become uncomfortable with this subject. There’s this idiotic stigma pointing towards weakness, which is so far from the truth. Depression can be many things. It can be genetic, societies burden of stress, bullying or a chemical imbalance. Whatever the case, anyone with depression feels totally alone due to families and friends reaction.

Depression can be triggered from many things. It could be as simple as breaking up with your partner, doing bad in school, becoming pregnant, a death in the family, or result of an dysfunctional family.

What makes depression worse ?

The reaction of family or friends, telling you it’s only a phase…you’ll snap out of it! You’ll get ill advise, like :

  • Take on an activity, get involved.
  • Don’t worry, you’ll pull through it.
  • Stop being a pussy. Get your act together man!
  • Stop being such a baby!
  • Go to work, you’ll feel better.

In reality, they don’t really understand or want to deal with the problem.

Has this happen to you ?

Share with us what others have said to you.

The point is, the person with depression struggles alone, constantly fighting their inner demons. If you haven’t had real depression, you can’t understand what that person is going through. If that person feels completely lost and alone without any means of recovery, they will simply vanish, ending their life by whatever means they choose. Famous actors and singers have ended their lives, when you think they were on top-of-the-world.

See my post on Robin Williams HERE

How can they possibly be depressed?

Like I said, the only way you’ll understand is by having a deep depression yourself. And I don’t mean a one time depression, because of your finances or a fight with your spouse. I mean a long time depression.

As with Eskild, in day-to-day life, he looked happy and excited about his film making career. But underneath, it’s obvious he was struggling.

What made him decide there was no turning back ?

It could have been as simple as a rejection from a promising girlfriend, who never returned her love for him. It’s extremely hard to speculate what was going on, only it was all too real for him. He most probably felt there wasn’t any escape from his reality. Backed into the corner type-of-feeling.

Suicide is a split second decision.

Even health professionals have a hard time understanding everyone’s unique motive. Sure, they may understand the clinical reasoning but not truly understand the person. Or do they want to. In order to understand depression you must have experienced it yourself.

Have you ever felt there’s no escape?

On the outside you would have never known Eskild was having trouble. Truly he was a cheerful outgoing individual, eager to teach you how to make videos without a budget. Unfortunately there are warning signs, but like said, most reject it. Was it loneliness?

Unknown.

Eskild indeed was a remarkable person. And the thing is I never met him in person. Only known him through social media connections. So you see, that, as they say, is that…

All I really know about Eskild is, he sure knew the filming process, from filming, editing to the right type of equipment you should be using.

As film makers, screenwriters, artist, actors and crew, we all hope our project will one day be in the theatres throughout the world, sharing our amazing story with others. It’s hard to speculate what caused Eskild to feel so sad. If only he knew the world was watching his videos because of his remarkable skill in the film industry.

We all have dreams.

Unfortunately, only the ‘few fortunate’ make it to the top selection of life. Most of us struggle waiting for that lucky break where we’re given an Oscar for our incredible achievements. The world of ‘Fine Arts’ is indeed the most challenging due to the fierce competition.

I had a dream too.

If only I could afford to fly Eskild and Anders up here to British Columbia, Canada 🇨🇦 to begin production on my Scifi horror genre screenplay,’Black Angels’.

BUT – like everyone else I don’t have 20 million dollars to execute my dream into reality. All I can do is promote and wait for that lucky break. While I wait for that lucky break ( like the rest of the world) I like to dream. My dreams are placed into words. Those words envision a story.

“ I envision a story and bring it to life.” BMD

I only hope I can encourage others to follow your path, no matter the obstacles.

Don’t let your dreams die!

Did you know Robert Redford used his stardom to help other struggling independent filmmakers? This is why he started Sundance Film Festival in Park City, Utah. Did you know investors, directors and production companies head to Sundance Film Festival seeking new talent ? All you have to do is make a ‘short film’ from 10 – 15 minutes long. The point is, Robert Redford wanted to open the doors to unknown filmmakers.

My heart goes out to Eskild. I only wish I could of assured him, even though there are a lot of road blocks in life, your dreams will never be crushed. Eskild talent as a filmmaker, was without question valuable to the world.

It’s with a heavy heart to say Eskild will deeply be missed. My condolences to his family. I only wished I met him in person and could have helped.

This stigma of depression must stop ! If you’re a friend? Be a real friend and encourage that friend. Give him or her hope for a brighter future. It’s a struggle out there; just don’t let that friend of yours struggle by themselves. Never give them an ultimatum.

Show them LOVE , RESPECT and KINDNESS.

By Bari Demers Screenwriter and writer from your Dreams

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A Father is What a Father Should Be 

A Father is What a Father Should Be
This weekend is Father’s Day, so I would like to say a Father means more then just being a Father figure of the family. 

It also means : 

1. Each Father has a responsibility to looking after the well-being of his family, loving his children and hopefully teaching them to become responsible adults, where they too, show carrying love towards their children.  

2. The Father shares the responsibility with his loving wife or partner, working hard throughout their lives, ensuring their children receive unconditional love ❤️, warm shelter, food, the right education, clothing and protection from harms way.

3. A Father’s responsibility doesn’t end when his children grow up but continues giving advice towards the well being of his children, helping them out as much as he possibly can. The only difference, it’s up to the kids to make their own judgment, striving towards a responsible adult. At first your kids don’t understand your advice, but later on (with life experiences) come to you and say,” Now I understand what you were trying to say Dad.”  

4. A Father is a Dad. A Dad is one that will teach you new beginnings, such as riding your first bike or tying your shoes. He will also take you on a journey, exploring what the earth has to offer, from hiking to the top of a mountain to camping ⛺️ within our amazing provincial parks.  

5. A Dad will show you how important education really is, by introducing you to the science pavilions across Canada 🇨🇦 , or where he may reside. He may help you discover a new science experiment or take you gold panning, learning the science of geology. 

6. A DAD is a loving DAD who cares for his children and wife or partner. 

7. A LOVING DAD hopes his children take the right path in the future, to look after themselves and their new family. 

8. A LOVING DAD sometimes will bite his tongue, knowing you may have made some wrong choices, but realizes you will figure out in the end, either by your own experiences or life’s roadblocks.

In the end, a LOVING DAD will always love ❤️ his family. 

Life is a journey and you’re sure to make mistakes along the way.  

BUT – 

What’s really important in life, is your FAMILY. A LOVING FATHER/DAD will teach you, FAMILY is everything. If you can’t trust your family, you’ve lost everything in life. FAMILY means trust, love and even forgiveness.  

AND – 

If your MOM and DAD taught you right, you know when’s it’s time to step-up-to-the-plate and help your mom and dad. It’s the cycle of life.  

SO – 

I hope I’ve been a good DAD teaching my kids right from wrong, leading them towards kind loving adults, expecting nothing in return. I also hope that they respect me who I am and understand I only want the best in their welfare, loving them forever. 
As I head towards retirement, my wife and I will now take this time to enjoy the fruits of our labour, seeing our grandchildren grow into responsible adults to continue on the cycle of life. I hope for the best in my children and their partners, as they continue on into a brighter future. My love to my family.

Love DAD 

By Bari Demers – screenwriter and storyteller plus Scifi Art Gallery from Canada 🇨🇦 

552 words ( writers count)

We are Illogical 

The Okanagan- My Home
Today, as I write, ‘We are illogical’, I have arrived in the sunny Okanagan Valley of British Columbia, Canada 🇨🇦. Throughout the fall and winter months you’ll find me feverishly writing science-fiction thrillers and assorted screenplays, such as BLACK ANGELS (ready for release) and short stories, like Android Alisha. But during the months of June, July and August, you’ll find me at my summer home, partaking in outdoor activities within our Canadian oasis, well known by celebrities across North American. In fact, as we speak, there’s a couple of filming crews setting up in Kelowna, BC. This may be the summer home for the rich and famous, but to me, it’s simply where I was raised as a kid. It’s indeed my home. For Canada 150 or your next vacation I highly recommend you take a visit to the sunny Okanagan Valley of British Columbia, Canada 🇨🇦.

Black Angels by Bari Demers
WE ARE ILLOGICAL 

My creative art of writing can be referred to as the ‘Vincent Van Gogh art-impressionist-style’, left with secret hidden messages throughout each paragraph. Writing is an expression from my inner soul, hoping to make a difference to my readers, as they begin to explore the plots and twists behind my stories.

Throughout my life I have questioned our reality.  The how and why of our very existence is indeed intriguing, leading me to believe the possibilities of a higher intelligence far surpassing our own. I like to refer them as our ancestral GODS, who have left behind visible landmarks and scriptural clues. It’s even speculated the GODS of the Heavens may have altered our DNA and evolutionary timeline, making us who were are today. 

With the ways of our human race, it frustrates me to no end, “Why do we react in such an illogical behavioural pattern, causing physical harm to others, over our proposed belief in religion and/or power ?” 

As Mr Spock would say,” “May I say that I have not thoroughly enjoyed serving with humans? I find their illogic and foolish emotions a constant irritant.” 

Writing is my passion and speaks out to our foolish ways, thinking we have complete control over everything. Where, in reality, we are nothing more then a small dot in the evolutionary timeline, waiting to be exterminated by the forces of nature, much more powerful then we could ever comprehend.  

Our historical past is extremely violent, as is our present day. From dictatorship to religious fanatics, its remarkable our human species hasn’t yet been terminated. We are indeed an illogical species, forgetting about the needs of the many and too many of us are self absorbed in the needs of the one. 

We are illogical. 

It’s my hope my grandchildren will one day explore the fruits of our universe while building the foundation of their generation into a more stable civilized society expressing the love for others. If not, it’s just a matter of time our species will become extinct, like our predecessors, the dinosaurs. 

Maybe one day, millions of years in the future, another carbon-based species will find and decipher today’s article, taking heed to the warning signs of our demise. THEM, being an advanced civilization who were nurtured by millions of years of unaltered evolution, they may wonder how these savage human beings ever survived at all. 

OR 

Maybe today, the younger generation will read this article, realizing the fate of mankind, taking steps to eradicate the diseased virus of being self absorbed and begin a brighter future for all of mankind, where freedom is for all, wars no longer exist and the meaning of peace and love is for everyone. It will also mean we must explore other worlds, in order to remove the hardships of Mother Earth, as our footprints continuously places havoc on our planet’s fragile environment. We can be the loving caretakers of earth 🌏 and other M-based planets we visit, realizing our world is a living breathing entity of life, essential to our own well being. We still have a chance to grow into responsibility human beings with the potential to become caring individuals who takes our ‘footprint’ on earth seriously. If not, we may never repair the harm we’ve placed upon on our own beloved planet, we call HOME. And, if so, we don’t have an right to eject our human-virus onto other planets

Kelowna BC by Bari Demers
We are illogical but we can learn to be so much more. Sadly, we have the potential, but never seem to use it for the betterment of mankind. 

By Bari Demersscreenwriter and storyteller 

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The Cosmos vs The Heavens

The Cosmic Universes by Bari Demers
Every scientist and astronomy student on earth knows the mini TV Series, the 2014 Cosmos – Spacetime Odyssey hosted by narrator astrophysicist Neil deGrasse Tyson, inspired by Carl Saga’s first documentary episode in Cosmos: A Personal Voyage, a thirteen-part television series written by Carl Sagan, Ann Druyan, and Steven Soter in 1980. With a brigade of producers, one producer stood out amongst the others. His name is one you wouldn’t expect to find, but there he was, the illusive Seth MacFarlane, creator of (Yes you guessed it! ) “Family Guy”. The team of writers and the cash full of producers encouraged the National Geographic and History Channel, to run a modern mini series of the Cosmos, in a way to honour Carl Sagan. 

In the early years the King of the Cosmos was no other then astrophysicist and astronomer, Carl Sagan. His keen interest in the universe and his ability to share the Cosmos in a way the average Joe could understand, was indeed awe inspiring to the world. Back then, Neil Tyson was a young teenager from the Bronx of New York City, (dreaming of becoming a scientist) had the opportunity to meet Carl Sagan himself. In fact, Carl invited him the Ithaca at Cornell University, after seeing his application of admittance there. As Spock would say,”Logic is the beginning of wisdom, not the end”, therefore it only makes logical sense for Neil to be the narrative of the new mini series the Cosmos – Spacetime Odyssey.  

Carl Sagan inspired many others, including myself, who just bought his brand new published book, Cosmos published in 1980. Turning the pages, it wasn’t long before I realized how small we really are on a cosmic level. Indeed, I was awe struck by the magnitude of Carl Sagan’s words leaping off the pages.  

The universe finally made sense to me. 

Little did I know at the time how significant this book was, until one fateful day. As a young father in my twenties, my world came crashing down around me, when my first born child, Jenni Michelle Demers died of a painful rare disease only known as Kawasaki. The doctor’s of this time had very little knowledge of the effects or if there was even a cure. 

BUT – they told my wife (Patricia) and I, we had nothing to fear, as the death rate was only 10 percent.

That evening (to everyone’s shock) poor little Jenni died on November 5, 1980. The soar of uncontrollable grief held us in an zombie trance of unforgivable torture. All I could possibly think of then,”What kind of GOD would allow a baby to die ?!” 

After putting Jenni to rest, we were ushered out to our family farm on the lonely prairies of southern Saskatchewan. It was a frightening cold winter, with the digits reaching well below -55 C, as the prairie winds formed eight foot snow drifts. The countless visitors to our small farmhouse (paying their respects to Jenni’s short life) started to smother me to death. I needed to escape this crushing feeling of despair. Overcome by my lingering darkness of grief, my anger got the best of me. I quickly ran out into the midnight freezing cold, with nothing more then the shirt on my back. 

Exerting my rage, I yelled at the top of my lungs,” God damn you! God damn you to hell!” Shaking my fist to the brilliant night sky. It was then I noticed the vastness of our universe and how beautiful the Milky Way stood out amongst the icy prairie night, as the countless stars twinkled. Suddenly I could see one star burning brighter then the others.  

“Could it be?!” I thought. 

Was God pointing me in the direction where Jenni laid ? Or was my imagination just getting the best of me? Who really knows what the truth is ? 

To me, it was clear. 

Jenni stirred her lasting soul through that one burning star, to assure me she was safe and sound. I could see the star was at least millions or possibly billions of kilometres away. Could it be, Jenni’s soul was lying in a new undiscovered dimension of the universe, only to be revealed to me? I signed with relief. 

Within that cosmic minute I was finally at peace with myself. 

I remember saying,”Thank you God”. And then paused, shivering like a leaf, realizing only then, my body was freezing to death. I smiled and yelled,” Thank too Carl!” For if it wasn’t for me to expand my knowledge with the gift of Carl Sagan’s book, I would have never thought of the universe in the same way.  

To this very day, when I think of Jenni, I think of the burning star in vastness of our incredible universe.  

THE JOURNEY 

Throughout my life I followed the stars. The Universe, the Cosmos and the Spacetime Odyssey of mankind. The birth of a new star awaits to be built within our image of the universe, as our souls are renewed, forming into another cosmic dust of life. With my new lease on the vision-of-life, I see our universe in a completely different perspective. Our physical bodies may be tied to the gravity of time and space, but our souls are free to go explore the cosmos. The Cosmos of Unity vs The Realm of the Heavens. 

Exactly where do the two meet ? 

Below is a progressive layout starting with Earth as home-base. If you watched CONTACT (film based on science fiction novel by Carl Sagan, Contact 1985) the beginning shows how insignificant we humans really are. From 1-6 (including 8) is the norm, while I continued on with my own perception of 7, 9, 10 and 11.  

The Cosmic Model works like this: 

    1. Earth 
    2. Solar System
    3. Milky Way Galaxy
    4. Local Group of Galaxies 
    5. Virgo Supercluster
    6. Observable Dimensional Universe 1
    7. Ring of the 8 Universes known as the Segment of Orange 
    8. The Ocean of Universes bubbles referred to as the Multi-Universe 
    9. The Realm of Darkness
    10. Our Spiritual Entity 
    11. The Cosmic Governor 

    EXPLANATION

    Number 7 : Our Universe is only one of many. It’s my perception, after the Observable Dimensional Universe, we already suspect other universes are tied together by known BlackHoles. BlackHoles are the gateway to newer forming universes, robbing our universe of stars, Planets, Galaxies and Quasars. It’s my personal belief the presumed Big Bang Theory is always in motion, on the other side of BlackHoles, where a new universe is beginning to grow. Looking at a model, the best subject would be an Orange with its inside segment, each representing a universe. Moving onto number eight (reducing in size) each bubble represents each Orange model, reaching out into infinity.

    Number 9 : It’s already proven our solar system of Planets and Universe lay in what scientists call “Dark Matter”. This dark energy consists of baryonic matter and neutrinos without emitting any spectrum of light, including electromagnetic. We know it exists due to the gravitational effects on our Dimensional Universe and Planets. It’s my belief, there’s a VOID if you will, that contains the birth of dark energy, waiting for its day in the cosmic equation, ripped by Time and Space. 

    Number 10 : I like to imagine the Spirituality Entity as a place where our souls (light energy) travel after we die. It’s a Cosmic Gateway reported by those who have experienced near-death, transforming images of “The Light”. It could also be described as the meeting place of souls ready to be transformed back into the soup of LIFE. In fact, even though our physical body ends up as dust on earth, our energized soul never really dies, it transforms back into the never ending cosmic equation of life. 

    Number 11 : Scientist already know our universe is NOT a chaotic mix match, but a mathematical form of the cosmic evolution. In other words there’s still a controlling entity. We like to call it GOD, but I don’t believe it’s a physical god but an overall control station of life, if you will. A governor where the laws of mathematics and nature are the prefect mix, producing life itself. 

    CONCLUSION

    The Cosmos vs The Heavens

    In today’s chaotic society, our lives and growth are plagued by manmade religion, placing a control over the masses. We are not much different from the time of Nicolaus Copernicus (where his vision of the Sun dominated at the centre of our Solar System, instead of Earth) was excommunicated from the Catholic Church for defining the holy scriptures doctrine. You might say I’m following the path of Copernicus, defining the norm of society reaching out to a better understanding of our cosmic realm.   My Cosmic Theory may take thousands of years to be discovered, but like Nicolaus Copernicus, one day only TIME will tell, as another famous astronomer discovers my theory as truth. 

    After all, our reality is but a dream

    By Bari DemersScreenwriter 

    My Live TV Experience 

    Mike Roberts - Okanagan CHBC News
    Who remembers our dear friend Mike Roberts ?  

    He was our friendly weatherman for ions and pretty much part of my life, viewing the Okanagan CHBC News (now Global TV – Okanagan) on a regular basis, as a kid. He even had his own show segment on CHBC channel.

    Way way…way back!  

    Before social media was ever invented. Mike Roberts was the Okanagan social hub of our times. One day, I said to son-in-law Graham and daughter, Tianndra, it was about time Mike Roberts retired so a new fresh face could venture into the media spotlight.  

    Now don’t get me wrong. 

    I really enjoyed Mike’s broadcasts, but though his time in show biz should possibly give way to the golden years in the Okanagan. It wasn’t long after I said that, my wish was granted, when he decided it was time to hang up his weathering tools and look forward to golfing throughout the Okanagan Valley.

    Being an avid golfer, I suspect he’s a member at one of the golf clubs. 

    All happy for his retirement, I was applauded to see the runner up for Mike’s position. To my dismay, a rival broadcaster and his running mate, meteorologist Wesla Wong, were picked to continue on Mike’s legacy .

    To be clear, I do NOT know Wesla Wong, but I sure know the other person. 

    Flabbergasted that it takes two meteorologists to explain the weather in the small community of the Okanagan Valley, is an understatement. But whatever, maybe the two can take that extra time to actually enjoy the Okanagan. Maybe that IS their goal ?
    And maybe, Mike Roberts was really superman, when it comes to being a weatherman. Meaning, he overtook a lot of responsibilities, most meteorologist’s can’t handle today, I’m figuring. 

    Whatever their reason, it’s not really my concern.

    But, I wasn’t at all prepared to see who the other person was going to be. The one to take over the role of meteorologist on Global TV in the Okanagan. 

    You know the old saying,” Be careful what you wish for?” 

    I will always remember that day. The day I saw the same man who previously embarrassed me on LIVE TV. My routine visit to the sunny Okanagan, (home-sweet-home) and here, I so happened to glance at the TV to hear the weather report. There he was, the man, Mr. Duane English. 

    OMG! 

    Duane English comes from Edmonton, Alberta and worked for various broadcasting companies throughout the blue-collar city. I met Duane English for the first time, while doing a “spotlight” gig about the Canadian Outdoors, from starting a fire to catching your meal, to cooking by the campfire. It was the day I was promoting my published book, ” Canadian Recipes of the Great White North.” 

    The first day I met Duane English, he really did seem like a nice guy, but little did I know about this TV business. After the tight security entering the building, Duane English greeted me in the foyer with a picture prefect smile. Soon he hustled me away into his little cubbyhole of an office, giving me a quick lesson on “live” showbiz.
    Being on “LIVE” TV was indeed a brand new experience for me. 

    Was I nervous? 

    Sure I was, but I thought the trained staff would lead me into a comfortable situation.  

    Well, was I ever for an unexpected ride of my life. 

    To picture it, you’re on a design set (a green backdrop) with this big TV camera remotely controlled on wheels. It was pretty much in your face – lol.  

    And the lights! Wow! So many lights! 

    My two 10 minute sessions on TV, were staged as such : one was inside, while the other was outside. You think you have it under control, until the camera operators says,”Three…two..one.” And then he flips his finger meaning you’re now LIVE and…ACTION! 

    Now.   Just seconds before the LIVE ACTION was broadcasted across Alberta, Duane English smirks at me and quickly says,” Don’t worry, you have only 300,000 people watching your segment- RIGHT NOW!” 

    Suddenly, we are ON AIR ! 

    The off-guard thought of so many people watching our segment put me into an immediate “freeze up”.   A term expressed by many, who have experienced this daunting effect.   It means exactly what it says. You freeze ON AIR and anything that was in your head, immediately vanishes. You can’t speak, no matter how much you want to. It’s just not going to happen. Total anxiety quickly sets in, while the whole experience becomes a mortified feeling of devastation.

    While ON AIR, we were standing by an island counter, facing the camera. Duane English began introducing me, as I stood there dumbstruck from pure fright. With his cheerful glee to the camera, he physically hits me hard on the leg with his fist (which can’t be seen on TV).

    Understanding he wanted me to snap-out-of-it! 

    I began to mumble some incoherent words and once again he hit my leg. Another technique so commonly used in showbiz ( in an emergency) is jarring others memory, by asking direct questions. This way they hopefully come out of the shock of being on TV. So, this is exactly what Duane did. 

    BUT – his dragger eyes could have killed ! 

    It worked. As soon as the ten minute session was over (and I did finally manage to explain my point of the view) the lights and camera quickly turned off, Duane English yelled at me,”What the hell was that?! Listen!  In the next session you look at me, NOT THE FU&@&k camera!” 

    I was in shock, to say the least. 

    This man, who I perceived as a nice carrying person turned into this viscous orangutan, spitting his words in my face! 

    I wasn’t amused! 

    Now I had to go outside and start a campfire, getting ready for my next segment. He quickly pointed to the stack of wood in the yard I would use, so I nodded. He told me to be ready in 5 minutes. Once again I nodded, still fuming inside by how I was treated. So I set my watch for five minutes and planned for my campfire to be burning nicely, as the next segment hit LIVE ON AIR once again.  

    I planned it perfectly. 

    Soon, the five minutes went by and no Duane English. I was getting really concerned after 15 minutes, as my little campfire was smouldering into nothing more then white ash. So, like anyone else, I fuelled up the fire with more wood. And I’m talking about old 2X4’s, which were nothing more then garbage wood. As soon as I did this, a crew member came running out barking orders at me to stop using up the wood. I tried to explain to him, Duane English told me to use it. This character was NOT going to listen to anything I had to say. He was outright rude! As a matter of fact I can’t use the words this arrogant ape said to me. 

    I was like ok – WHATEVER! 

    So the campfire turned into a smouldering pile of white ash. Soon afterwards, Duane English came hustling out. He looked at the campfire and said,” What the F&@$k is that?!”. 

     I tried my best to explain why, but to my little radar, I saw that little smirk on his face. Right there and then, I knew it was a set-up. He wanted me to fail and made sure one of his bolstering crude crew members, came out to make sure I would become a laughing stock on LIVE television. 

    In fact, I was going to be publicly embarrassed on TV. 

    Another girl came out to do the forward segment with me. We were supposed to roast marshmallows on a nice open fire. She looked at the campfire and looked at English. Duane just shrugged his shoulders, rolling his eyes, meaning,” What can you do with stupid?” 

    I shook my head in disbelief. 

    Here we were (the girl and I) roasting marshmallows on a white ash dead fire pit to over 300,000 people – LIVE! The marshmallows were stone cold! The whole experience was totally embarrassing, when the outdoor camera went LIVE showcasing this “expert woodsman” who had no idea how to make a simple campfire ! Well, that’s exactly how it appeared on LIVE TV.

    It was obvious where this segment was going. 

    So, mad and determined, I set out to make the best ten minute segment I could imagine. I even made it look like the girl and I were old friends from way back.  

    You know – Bulls$&@t. 

    After the second segment of my first TV appearance career, I really did think it was all over, being humiliated ON AIR.  Thank God there wasn’t twitter back then – lol.  To my disbelief, the Executive TV Producer phoned me up, asking if I wanted to do another couple of segments. 

    I was stunned. 

    Listening over the phone, I said,” Are you sure… I mean…my last performance wasn’t star quality.” 

    He said,” Oh no! We received a lot of emails and they want you back.” 

    “No kidding!” I said. Once again, I was totally dumbstruck! 

    Well, after that I did three more LIVE quick shows of two-ten minute outdoor segments. My fans seemed to love me. The Executive TV Producer told me, the reason they loved you so much, was because you showed them what really happens to a green-horn out in the woods. My fans compared me to them.  Oh boy!  The thought they compared me to a bubbling fool in the wilderness. 

    Go figure! Oh well, so what!  

    I went on another couple of shows, with one explaining what really happens when you get lost in the wilderness. It’s a true precarious story, that happened to me. Using only my own determination for survival skills, I was lost for over 14 hours in the middle of British Columbia rugged terrain, with evidence of a rogue Grizzly. Doesn’t matter how experienced you are in the wilderness, strange things can happen. Sometimes you can prepare, but it’s always the unexpected that happens. 

    No matter.  

    My shows were a success! Soon I received a call from another possible outdoor show called WILD TV.  The Edmonton owner was interested with my segments and wondered if I be interested in doing this part time.  

    My response was,”Sure!” 

    But I quizzed him, if he saw my performances, and the fact, my shows were portrayed as a green-horn lost in the woods?

    He told me,” Sure did! Loved it!” 

    I said,”OK then. What did you have in mind?” 

    He told me he was working on this new show called WILD TV and he could possibly have some of my segments on his show. It all sounded good, but when it came down to it, he decided to go with hunters perspective instead. Which is kind of sad, because I was looking forward to a career in showbiz. 

    Today, you can find WILD TV in full broadcast mode.

    TV is all about ratings, and I’m figuring he would get better ratings with all the hunting fans out there in Canada and United States. Mind you, today, with all the reality shows of mix-matched lives of celebrities, I figure I do well with the green-horn effect out in the wilderness.  

    The irony of it all ? 

    I am very experienced in the Canadian Outdoors and like all of us, you can’t always control Mother Nature and apparently LIVE TV.  Both control you!  Outdoors you can be the best-of-the-best and in a second, a precarious weather situation or rogue Grizzly bear, could place you in a pickle !  As LIVE TV goes, you better be prepared for ego driven announcers. 

    Unfortunately I didn’t make the cut for my own segment on WILD TV but, who knows, maybe one day I’ll get another call to showcase my outdoor skills. 

    As for Duane English? 

    He taught me what lies (get it?) behind the set of TV magic.  All I can say for Duane, I wish him well and I hope he has changed his ways, being more respectful to others, when he’s not flashing his sparkling teeth ON AIR. 

    That’s show biz! 

    By Bari Demers screenwriter / writer 

    PS – I love the Okanagan!  Raised in Vernon BC.  Went to Polson Park Junior High School when it was still in Polson Park. High school graduation was at VSS ( Vernon Senior Secondary school) and continued on to college at Okanagan College in Kelowna. Skied Sliver Star in Vernon and Big White in Kelowna. 

    The Rant of Demons 

    The Underlying Truth by Bari Demers
    The Rant of Demons are all around us, fear they may be pointed out in public. 

    Recently I received a couple of deranged comments about my story on Twitter. Here on WordPress, you can’t get away with such comments, as your words wouldn’t see the light of day. Instead, like the people they are, they stoop to low insults on their twitter feed. Because I was brought up to always be respectful, I will restrain the urge to make a sarcastic retort, but I will say this : 

    First of all, it’s my opinion of the case.   

    Secondly, my style of writing is sometimes referred to the art of Picasso because of its dark content. Those with dark thoughts will surely come out of the depths of hell, lashing out like the demons they really are. 

    If I were religious I would say, “Out of the Depths I Cried to You, O LORD.” 

    With that said, even though I consider myself spiritual, my thoughts are far far away from the grasping hands of man-made stories from the Bible. 

    Thirdly, the people offended are those who believe Amanda is guilty. 

    Interesting they’re from the UK. Instead of giving their intelligent view of the case they resort to petty demeaning remarks. It quickly shows the character of the person or persons, lacking education and most likely are a bully in the real world. 

    Freedom of discussion isn’t even in their vocabulary.

    If they seriously looked into the case without their clouded judgement, they’ll soon realize Amanda and Raffaele are indeed, not guilty! 

    Guess I should be proud. 

    For any of my stories to stir criticism simply because I have a different opinion, means my words are attacking the very soul you’re made of.  

    It means my point hits you to the core! 

    But frankly, I could do without the bullying tactics by unintelligent Homo sapiens, ranting their incoherent blasphemy. Ironically, Homo sapiens in Latin refers to “wise man”. Let’s be wise about our remarks, instead of being fuelled by senseless rage. 

    It just makes one look like a baboon. 

    BTW – Those ranting ? They’re the same trying to sell a book (I use this term loosely) about Meredith Kercher. It’s a fact these individuals are callous enough to expect profit over the demise of poor Meredith Susanna Cara Kercher. Exploitation at its best! 

    Evil awaits its unsuspecting victims. 

    If you haven’t read my story, read it here : An Evil Awaits its Unsuspecting Victims

    By Bari Demers screenwriter and freelance writer   

    PS My deepest condolences to Meredith’s family. No one deserves such tearful agony from the hands of a monster. I too have lost a child and it will always torment my heart and soul.  

    Meredith Susanna Cara Kercher

    Our Jenni

    Our Jenni

      
    Photo Credit : Bari Demers 

    Remembrance Day is just six days away. It’s a time to remember the brave souls who died for our freedom. Freedom has a price, only because mankind is selfish and blood thirsty for power.  
    Remembering and never to forget, is very much like parents who have lost a child. Your memories over the years tend to become a ghostly presence of the past. But, as any grieving parent knows, we hold on dearly to our children’s memories, afraid they will fade away forever. 

    Parents who have lost a child, are in club they never wanted to be apart of in the first place. 

    Your life spirals out of control and you begin to hang on to hope. A hope that God and heaven are real, so one day you may be reunited with your loved ones. It’s like grasping onto a lottery ticket, hoping your numbers will finally be picked. But you know, the chances of seeing your child again are astronomically improbable.

    So, what do parents do ? 

    We remember. We remember the precious time we had with our loved ones. And so today, I would like to share that time with you. 

    Jenni was just a baby before she died, but in that short time, she gave us a bundle of love I will never forget. As any proud father I would show her our world the best I could. Living in Calgary, Alberta at the time, working for an engineering design company (UMA) we were fortune enough to be close to the mountains. I would bundle up Jenni, like a mother kangaroo would do for her young joeys, and off we would go, exploring Banff, Lake Louise and parks throughout Calgary, including the Heritage Park Historical Village. 

    It’s this memory that stuck with me throughout time. 

    The Heritage Park Historical Village was the last good memory of Jenni. It will be a memory I will cherish forever, exploring together, as a family. 

    I’ll never forget when Jenni was born in Edmonton, Alberta. Not only the fact, I would be a new father, but it was also the time, the nurses were on strike in Alberta. Heading to our closest hospital, the Misericordia, it wasn’t long we had to make another quick trip to the University Hospital because of the limited staff.

    My wife having a baby was truly a big event, but never did I think a comical event would arise as well. To have a clear understanding of the situation, it’s important to understand, the University Hospital caters to students in the medical field. 

    The delivery room was packed with interns, eager to learn and somewhat embarrassing for my wife, Patricia.  

    There I was, all excited for the delivery of our first child, fully clothed in a interns smock, fashioned with the latest mask and booties. The nurse in charge had me sit at the head, so I wouldn’t get in the way of the doctor and my wife giving birth.  

    It’s now 2:00 am.   

    The paediatrician came in, giving his speech to the interns, when he noticed me. I am the only one sitting down. He barks,” What the hell do you think you ARE doing? Get up or get out!”

    Tired and half a sleep, I jumped up, totally surprised by his misdemeanour.

    The head nurse goes over and quietly speaks into the doctor’s ear. He gives an arrogant huffing sound, saying,” Well, everyone should be standing.”  

    The room smirks with a soft laughter. Needless to say doctors are cranky this time of the morning. 

    Jenni was born on April 23, 1980. A bundle of joy, as the interns clapped for the occasion.  

    Getting the chance to hold Jenni, a precious little human being in my hands, was indeed a wonderful moment, one never forgets. 

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    We had but only a few precious months with Jenni, but it was a time of happiness which will stay with me forever.

    On November 5, 1980 was the tragic day, Jenni past away from a rare strange disease, called,” Kawasaki disease”. It’s an illness that involves the lymph nodes for reasons unknown, effects children under the age of five years old. At the time, the diagnosis wasn’t clear to the countless doctors who visited Jenni’s hospital room, at the Foothills medical Centre. Two weeks in the hospital, test after test, no one could make clear of the diagnosis. Apparently, at this time, Kawasaki wasn’t understood, as it is today. Untreated, it can lead to serious complications that can affect the heart.  

    And, unfortunately, that is exactly what happened. 

    To this day, I believe every child deserves to see the world and live a full life. Each requires to be healthy, never going to bed hungry, have shelter & clothing and receive unconditional love. The saying, “Parents should never see their child die before them”, is so very true. 

    Today, we are blessed with two daughters, Tianndra and Trisha, along with very precious grandchildren. Keep your children close to your hearts. Love them and be sure to say it as often as possible, because you never know what may happen in the future.

    Patricia and I will always remember and never forget Jenni Michelle Demers.

    By Bari Demers – screenwriter and freelance writer

    UPDATE 2016 :  

    During the fourth episode of the new TV Series Westworld by HBO, there’s a dialogue by Delores ( a robotic humanoid) who just lost her parents.  

    She says” Pain. Their Loss… is all I have left of them. You think grieve would make you smaller and sad, like your heart will collapse in on itself, but it doesn’t…” 
    Never did they know how close those very words are… so close to my heart . 

    (In loving memory of my daughter, Jenni Michelle Demers – Nov 5 1980)