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Born at home, on a bed upon which he slept on until late 2007, the life of Bennerfields started unusually as night crept through Halloween. Young, costumed beggars broke down the door of #123 of no particular street in New York, and life began for Bennerfields. His childhood was spent in the darkened hallways and covered walkways of a Zen Buddhist temple, where family and friends sat and examined the nature of thoughts, and mind. Mantras were spoken quietly, wooden drums held time, smoke coiled through the nose. A line stayed with him. “Gone, Gone, Gone beyond…” The foremost of his years his lungs drank the dense New York air, but only to see what he describes as “The Great Continental Shift” when, at age 15, his family moved to Sydney, Australia. He arrived with a duffel bag, a laptop, and a guitar. His writing reflects a lifetime of questions, so few of which he describes as “answered”. He crosses genres without hesitation. His comforting and powerful voice tells of longing and