"Been a long time since I left adolescence"
It seemed like a marvellous plan at the time, me leaving home to become a roaming long haired leaping gnome. The Elders tried to warn me of what lay ahead on the path called life. I never did listen well.
I would walk many a charmed path and I most definitely crawled through many a briar ridden uphill struggle to reach a life lesson. I have no regrets, but the ones I am tormented by. The darkness within for the many wrongs I mastered. I can only suffer in my own guilt till such a time as I face The Judgement and plead my case.
Living my most memorable years from the late sixties till present day, I have Blessed my soul with meeting over ten thousand souls - visited many places and if Jimi Hendrix was to sing to me, "Have YOU ever been experienced?" I would reply "Yes, yes I have."
I began dabbling in drug culture at the ripe age of ten. Shocking as it sounds, truth so it is. Times were changing then. Cowboys & Indians would be replaced by Rock & Roll. Greaser's and Hippies were actual people, not movie characters. I was introduced to LSD, STP, MDA etc., etc. Heroin became my favourite - by fourteen I was fully within the grasp of Her evilness. Alcohol was my breast milk. Guns and explosives were my toys. I was out of control in an out of control sub-culture.
Drugs, certain drugs, had a "good"' (for lack of a better word)' side. The expansion of such a young virginal consciousness allowed me to grasp many aspects of life, love, energy, karma and existence that I would have been robbed of if I lived with the Brady Bunch. I have been Blessed to experience realities and non-realities that few have or could even imagine.Within the bindings of my two books, yet to be finished, you may discover what my soul has experienced in a more thorough way.
Despite all the above, I have managed to survive five point seven decades thus far. Many years in foster care, prison and living mainly on the street since the age of fourteen. Often I ask myself how I did this, only to answer that one does not live their life, but rather their life lives them.
I believe that I grew into a good man - not a 'great' man, but with a good heart and a healthy attitude. I have slipped off the wagon many times, but I jumped onto a new wagon.
I am Blessed with many a true friend. Friends who judge me not for past transgression. Friends who know my love for them is old school true. I am VERY Blessed with three sons. Two ex-wives. An angry dog. A Dyslectic Budgie and a grouchy dragon.
I guess I am just saying, "Never judge a cover by the book." Yes, I have a rough exterior and my interior is beat up to - BUT, regardless of who I WAS or may become, I am, after all, DANN - just as I am.
And who else can one be but that which they are?
PEACE PEOPLE, IT IS MORE THEN A CONCEPT!!!!!
It seemed like a marvellous plan at the time, me leaving home to become a roaming long haired leaping gnome. The Elders tried to warn me of what lay ahead on the path called life. I never did listen well.
I would walk many a charmed path and I most definitely crawled through many a briar ridden uphill struggle to reach a life lesson. I have no regrets, but the ones I am tormented by. The darkness within for the many wrongs I mastered. I can only suffer in my own guilt till such a time as I face The Judgement and plead my case.
Living my most memorable years from the late sixties till present day, I have Blessed my soul with meeting over ten thousand souls - visited many places and if Jimi Hendrix was to sing to me, "Have YOU ever been experienced?" I would reply "Yes, yes I have."
I began dabbling in drug culture at the ripe age of ten. Shocking as it sounds, truth so it is. Times were changing then. Cowboys & Indians would be replaced by Rock & Roll. Greaser's and Hippies were actual people, not movie characters. I was introduced to LSD, STP, MDA etc., etc. Heroin became my favourite - by fourteen I was fully within the grasp of Her evilness. Alcohol was my breast milk. Guns and explosives were my toys. I was out of control in an out of control sub-culture.
Drugs, certain drugs, had a "good"' (for lack of a better word)' side. The expansion of such a young virginal consciousness allowed me to grasp many aspects of life, love, energy, karma and existence that I would have been robbed of if I lived with the Brady Bunch. I have been Blessed to experience realities and non-realities that few have or could even imagine.Within the bindings of my two books, yet to be finished, you may discover what my soul has experienced in a more thorough way.
Despite all the above, I have managed to survive five point seven decades thus far. Many years in foster care, prison and living mainly on the street since the age of fourteen. Often I ask myself how I did this, only to answer that one does not live their life, but rather their life lives them.
I believe that I grew into a good man - not a 'great' man, but with a good heart and a healthy attitude. I have slipped off the wagon many times, but I jumped onto a new wagon.
I am Blessed with many a true friend. Friends who judge me not for past transgression. Friends who know my love for them is old school true. I am VERY Blessed with three sons. Two ex-wives. An angry dog. A Dyslectic Budgie and a grouchy dragon.
I guess I am just saying, "Never judge a cover by the book." Yes, I have a rough exterior and my interior is beat up to - BUT, regardless of who I WAS or may become, I am, after all, DANN - just as I am.
And who else can one be but that which they are?
PEACE PEOPLE, IT IS MORE THEN A CONCEPT!!!!!
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