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

I believe in minimalism in a minimalist way.

  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...

  *** “ 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 streets. My rocking hors...