Opinions and Thoughts of LightHouse Dann Verner - Just as he is!

     When I sleep is when I am the most awake. On the opposite side, when I am awake is when my mind sleeps. How do we know when we are consciously awake? Is it when we dream of robots dreaming of electric sheep or is it when the darkness of dreaming awakens thoughts best forgotten? How do we know when our dreams are actually reality? Some   believe that dreaming is our crossing over into another plain of this space/time reality. The great comedian, George Carlin, once stated … “Reality! What a concept.” For the majority of my 69 years of life I have agreed with Carlin. Reality is a conceptual interpretation of what the seeker seeks to discover within the reality of the realism their individuality perceives. Often I find myself in a quandary created by my perception of my realities. I balance precariously on a fence post with reality on one side and my expected reality upon the other. It is not uncommon for me to question whether my dreamstate is when I am actually a...

  If you had to describe your ideal life, what would it look like? Campers, I can answer this with one simple sentence … My ideal life would look like   how it should appear … “Harmonious”. For a harmonic lifestyle is the best of all lifestyles. In harmony dwells peace and compassion. What more does one need?

  I randomly and wanderingly fall into meditative trances. Becoming lost in thoughts deeply buried in the midst of my core values. Producing, most often, complex self debates wrought from the global chaos of this world we have “ Constructed “. (“Destructed?) So-called ‘ Modern ‘ society clashes with the very core of my existence. Hours spent debating whether mankind is actually this Neanderthal stupid or has my overthinking misconstrued my perception of their reality. As long back as I can remember I have overthought everything. Perhaps, even now, I am overthinking my overthinking of that which I am thinking. I do know this though … The one constant of all my thoughts is my self awareness that I have withdrawn from public contact and into the safety of my mind and the physical security of my home. I have gone  “Dark”. “A Danny, Darkly” My senior years are accompanied with a strong dislike of my fellow average person. Be they male or female makes no difference. Therefore … I ha...

  I came across a wandering man. He asked  … “ Where are you headed LightHouse Dann? “ I answered … Without hesitation  … “I have no actual destination “ “I know not of my journey’s end” “ I am merely wandering” “As are you, my friend” “I follow my own path of reflection” “ I have no set compass direction” “I live to write my portrait of life,” “As I paint my next chapter , “The fallacy of my daily strife,” “The existence of my rapture” “With lessons learned” “and lessons lost “ “Come sessions earned” “knowledge with no cost” “Each step forward” “into self awareness” “Revealing the honesty” “ in truth’s fairness” “A wandering soul” “with no malice of heart” “Discovers shared culture” “ The Greatest Part” “Next step take in whatever compelled direction” “Absorbing tales of new friend’s in reflection” “There be but one difference” “between you   and thee” “The individuality” “of our stories to be” “Most of most” “we must learn to see” “We are all the same” “Yet differe...

Even A LightHouse Needs The Darkness Many know me by “ LightHouse Dann”. Family and lifelong friends know me as “ Shake”  or “ Shakie Dann “. My thirty-two pairs of foster parents knew me as “ Daniel Verner” – (an income asset). My personal dilemma is that I know all the “ Me’s ” in me. Suffice to say, “It isnt easy being me .” I consider myself to be insane. There are numerous family and acquaintances that will attest to the validity of my insanity. I can be insane without being “Crazy” or being a “lunatic”. (Only a crazy lunatic would confuse insanity with craziness.) The   mere fact that, so far, it has taken six books to compose my autobiography is testament to the insanity my life has endured. It shall take at least one more volume, to follow, when my time in this space/time continuum concludes. Campers , I am positive you are asking yourself why I am discussing my insanity with you. I do so to offer an explanation as to why on occasion I “Go Dark”. In my last published b...

Pierre “ PolyBear ” Poilievre has already began ranting and raving about the Liberals cheating, accusing the Liberals of ‘ poaching ‘ the floor crossers and bad-mouthing Prime Minister Carney. He spends more of his time complaining and insulting Prime Minister Carney than he does doing his actual Parliamentary duties. Once again, mimicking and behaving in the same manner as his American Idol, “ Donald J Trump “. He often plagiarizes Trump’s rants. PolyBear simply replaces the words  “Biden”  with  “Carney”  and  “Democrats”  with  “Liberals”. Poilievre makes little attempt to hide his admiration of Trump. A true traitorous “MapleMAGAt”. What is PP hiding that he refuses vetting by CSIS and the RCMP? What is his long time involvement with Mar-A-Lago? Sad as it is to have to say ….. The Conservative Party will never win an election as long as PolyBear is their leader.

  Bibliography Of My Books *** “ Complete Walk With Dann ” “Volumes 1-4” (To be able to offer readers a more economical choice,  I took the four autobiographical volumes of my “Walk With Dann Collection” and combined them into a single book. Their chronological order is as follows “Damaged” – “Bane” – “Boon” & “Unkz – A Canadian Cosmonaut”) I am ‘ LightHouse Dann Verner ‘. A man who some say has lived many tragic lives. The first decade of my life I had lived in thirty-two homes. None of which I ever spoke the words, “Mom or Dad”. Only “Mister or Misses”. I started my ‘Walks’ at the age of ten fighting the monsters in my head. The demons were winning for many years. I left my siblings Father’s house at the age of twelve to join a hippie commune and learned how to be a Heroin addict. I have never slept in my father or mothers house since that day. That was over fifty years ago. Foster care, jails, pain, sorrow and addiction were my childhood friends. My playgrounds were the...