New Year, Yet Another Lease On Life, New Genre of Writing, New Series with my Newest Book

“Metanoia.”

“Change in one’s way of life resulting from penitence or spiritual conversion.”

“The journey of changing one’s mind, self, heart or way of life”.

“Spiritual Conversation.”

The depression coined the derogatory phrase, “Wrong side of the tracks”.

Referring to the shanty towns built by migrant workers, homeless and vagabonds. Derogatory in every sense.

A statement saying that the down and out, the worker who will travel thousands of miles to pick your pickles and the nomads of society are of lessor being then you are.

It was a sign of the times. The late fifties and early sixties showed us two sides of life.

The peace and Love of the Hippies and Environmentalists was the sensible choice. Unfortunately, it was greatly ignored.

It was a time of man that was filled with prejudice, misinformed people and the confusion of a fast changing world.

The second is one of shame. Fueled by hatred and racism.

Brought shamefully to the surface of all media by the assassination of Martin Luther King and JFK.

I grew up on the wrong side of those tracks.

Literally.

I am honoured to have been raised there. For I am a realist in every sense of the definition.

Mind you the other side of those tracks were only twelve feet away and looked the same as my street.

This is the introduction of my latest book, “Metanoia”. Pretty well self-explanatory. I’ve ventured into a new genre of writing. More family oriented. This book is the first of my series, “That’s My Good Eye, Jimi”.

I don’t sell a large number of books. I didn’t write them with dreams of being the next Stephen King. I wrote the fictional stories to make a little income. My autobiography I wrote to get my story of life out there and hopefully change at least one solitary life.

My son’s, Jordan, biography I wrote to show what led up to his tragic suicide on Christmas Morning 2019. How the broken system “Aged” him out into the world knowing it would end badly.

My “Old Man With The ‘C’ – A Cancerous Walk With Dann’ details my first year of battling Squamous Cell Carcinoma.

My others stand alone books speak for themselves.

All my books are available worldwide via Amazon/Kindle

My author page is at:

amazon.com/author/lighthouseverner

I’m easily found by simply Googling “Lighthouse Dann” or “LightHouse Verner”

Buy a book or 12. Support a starving author.

All is well living with Hell

Covid has done humanity a favour. It taught us that we are only human after all. Not the superior species we arrogantly believe ourselves to be.

The only reason we believe such is because no other species on the planet have any desire to speak with us. We are the ultimate predator or the ultimate prey depending upon the situation at hand.

An ant can communicate with other ants and insects. A bird can speak to any of us other animals. A mere chirp or caw caw conveys an instant message to all the other creatures near a watering hole.

The Ravens circle high in the sky to announce the possibility of a fine scavenger’s feast laying directly below.

Us. Google our supper.

I love my life. I love being alive. I love that I have had two extra year’s so far. Cancer hasn’t won yet.

I love. Simple as that. I love. Why? Because One Love is far more than a call in a tennis match.

One Love is what Earthlings need to learn while Mother Nature holds our attention.

John Lennon answers that perfectly.

“Imagine”

Humbled I Am, Humbled I Be

You never realize how Blessed you are until you learn to look at the world through unbiased eyes. Step back from your usual self and you shall see the true trials and tribulations of your fellow man.

You will become humbled and have a realistic understanding of what life truly entails. I have experienced this.

These past two years have changed my very core. The cancer battles. The spleen exploding and my bleeding out. The septic blood poisoning. The gall bladder. Jordan’s suicide.

I appreciate everything in my life like I never had before. I see how precious all aspects of my life are. From conversation with my nieces to discussions with adults. All are as precious as can be. From the smile on a stranger to the love in your mate’s eyes. Both hold equal value.

The key to living a life with meaning is to be caring, appreciative, honest, loving, forgiving, real and, most importantly, humble.

If you achieve this level of consciousness then your life will be a wonderful journey.

Where To Next, Saint Peter?

Where to now, Saint Peter?

Where does one such as I ascend to when my time is nigh? Or shall I ever be here never to ascend, but rather to return once again?

You hold the Keys, Golden as they lay. Touched by the Hands of Yehoshua. Tarnished by no man. Worshipers will line Gates of Pearl and the Trumpets will sound as Banners unbound.

Where to now, Saint Peter?

I hold the means to ascend in many ways. Nine times I chose to return from passing. Making this a life of everlasting Trials and Tribulations. 63 years of tears with joy and tears with sorrow. Constantly cautious of the coming ‘morrow.

I am half the man I used to be. I left the evil in the Dark Forest of Deceit and Sorrow and walked the right into the Light of a realist’s tomorrow.

I still stand. Daniel, The Broken Man. My calling plays itself out before me. I understand what spirituality asks of me. Praying forward that I once left behind. I Pray that my Family will remember why I was so kind.

Where to now, Saint Peter?

Emotional November’s Rain

All who follow me and my oftentimes emotional upheavals and battles know that I am many persona locked within the minds of a writer. A teller of tales. Be they fictional or non-fictional. Be they violent or passive.

I have never denied the physiological issues that make me who I am. I know that I am not like most. I do not paddle my kayak of life in the same rapids as the Sheeple People.

I am a realist. I see all in black and white with the real stories lurking their truths in the gray areas we call living in society.

Most Joe Citizen’s become Sheeple willingly. They are happy to be hidden in plain view amongst the masses. Having no purpose in life other than to follow the masses without question.

My genetics cannot comprehend such a submissive surrender. I will not be commanded. I will not be controlled. I will not let my future go on without the help of my soul.

For I am “Dann” – just as I am.