On Occasion I "Go Dark"

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 book, “A Danny, Darkly” – ‘Ramblings Of A Damaged Mind‘, (a collection of thoughts, opinions, poems, beliefs and ramblings) – I offer a deep insight into the “Me” I know as “Me”.

Being insane, (by your standards), takes it’s toll on my body, mind and soul.

If I do not take the occasion to unplug my devices, disconnect from the hustle and bustle of life in the big city, clear my mind, clear my conscience and ground myself with my dogs, I cease functioning.

I become stagnant.

I slide into such an empty, non-functional, semi-comatose state that even I worry for me.

Campers, that is no place for me to be.

It took many years and countless emotional upheavals for me to understand the necessity of “Going Dark”.

Yes, Campers, even this aging LightHouse requires an occasional maintenance overhaul on an ‘as needed‘ basis.

The chaos Trump and his corrupt Cartel have created worldwide weighs heavy on my soul.

Probably more than it does on the majority of people.

I place the blame on age and the periods of history I have lived through.

Unlike today’s superfast lifestyles and the collective pressures of modern life, I was blessed to have spent my most important years of life in the nineteen sixties and seventies.

The ‘Hippie‘ years imbedded within me “caring“.

Not only about my family and my lives.

Caring for the planet, all creatures great or small, my fellow man and life in general.

This is not a trait that is common amongst the youth of today.

They barely have time to care about themselves, lest alone the world beyond their social media screens.

Some say that my care for life is evident in my natural ability to communicate with animals.

They say that I am an “Animal Empath“.

That I feel the emotions of all creatures great and Small.

Perhaps I am.

I do feel the pain of injured animals.

I feel their happiness as well.

I am that dude who random dogs, cats, rabbits, coyotes, opossums and squirrels will approach me and allow me to pat them.

But, doesn’t that happen to most people?

I do not believe this makes me “special”.

It is simply because I “care“.

The animals feel my caring and they know that I pose no threat.

It is odd that wild animals know and understand me better than any person.

It is very disheartening that I have to “Go Dark” to escape the systematic robotics of living within the cusps of mankind.

When I do find it necessary to escape the clutches of daily life, I find that deep within the “Darkness” lays the Heavenly illumination of the love of an animal.

An animal’s love and trust are real.

They know nothing of deceit, dishonesty, false personas or adultery.

Something that we humans are incapable of doing.

Our deepest of loves are not capable of being as true as that of our fur companions.

Our tendency for deceit and dishonesty enable us to spend lifetimes as a family unit.

However,

“Do we truly love our familial existence or have we merely grown accustomed to sharing our space and emotions and often living a life of lies?”

Campers,

Remember I tell you this …

“Take the occasional and most needed maintenance overhaul of your life.”

“Go ‘Dark‘!

“Search for the proverbial ‘Crack‘.”

Like Leonard Cohen state’s,

“There is a crack in everything.That’s how the ‘Light’ gets in.”

“We all need ‘Light’ in our lives.”

“I find mine in the Darkness.”

“I go Dark to re-light my Light.”