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Reality! What a Concept!

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     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...

Bibliography Of My Books

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  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...