Month: March 2026

As I set on my patio and watch out to sea, I think those homeless I think of those that miss out on the things God gave us. What a pity those who hunt for food, shelter and most of all love. Life has many wonderful things to adore why would one not want what is available in life.

You can tax us, you can rob us, but you can’t take that dream. How wonderful life is when we just set down and imagine what if? So much are we gave in the begging. We start out with nothing and when it’s all over, we still have it. Nothing.

What did we gain from the years we spent? Where did they go? Why did we do those stupid things? Why did I listen to that garbage? What are the treasures that could have been? I talk with many I listen to few.

Setting in an easy chair looking out  and thinking back what I had done. I worked on a farm for seventy-five cents a row and those rows was over a block long. Pulling weeds, thinning beets but my first paycheck was two dollars and twenty-five cents. I shined shoes downtown going from store to store. The salesmen would let me shine their shoes and even brought them in from home, so I had money in my pockets. Hardly a day I didn’t have at least fifty cents. I was still in grade school. Oh, where did that money go? I remember a girl in class ask me how long you have to be friends with you before I get a gift like one’s you give the other girls? It did not dawn on me I had gave bracelets, rings and different things to the girls that I had been spending time with. I worked and gave it to see a smile on another classmate. Fascinated with the other sex from grade school. Bonnie, a girl friend would go to the movies with me, and we would kiss and hold hands. Never in those days thought of anything more than that.

About this  time fifth grade or so on the fourth of July when I got out of bed, I found my mother and dad had left and gone somewhere so I went up to the park in Springville Utah it was. The carnival filled up the entire park. I went to a counter where they threw balls at stuffed animals. They had dolls on a self and one little stick in the middle and a lot of costume on them, so they looked really wide but to knock one off they had to hit that little stick. The woman gave me an apron and money in it to give change. I would collect from those that bought three balls to throw. After a while she said put one in your other pocket that will be yours. I would put a few in the left pocket for her but those in the right were mine. Yes, I have to admit the longer I worked there the more I went into the right pocket than was due me. I thought of that years later when I would hire an employee to do something and they would make the job last a lot longer than it should have. They took from me the same way I had taken years before. Hard to get mad at others when you were on that side.

In those days I could go to a movie matinee and after we would go to the dairy queen and could buy a hot dog or a hamburger, our choice and either a malt or a milk shake and the whole date would cost a dollar. That was hers and mine two of us we walked to the show house holding hands. How can I remember this? Sally Pay one time  admitted to me she had a dollar in her shoes her father had gave her just in case I didn’t have enough money. I remember her telling me that. Cherished times as I think back today.

I write these things and wonder why, maybe it’s just meant to be. Reading my blogs is like reading a milk carton. Just because I give friends something stupid. A little article to give them something to do.

Just remember it’s Verl’s World.

A Messenger,

Verl K.

As I set here, I wonder what my future with my writings will be. I used to write Verl’s World and send it to a few close friends, and I would hear back and we would joke about things, but I had an indication of what was on the minds of my readers. With the exception of one reader on a blog of Elizabeth who told me I was on to something and to continue. That is the total input I have ever had as to the mind of the reader.

I just finished “The Ghost of the Coffin” which took six days, 153 pages, 24,815 words, and also completed is book four of Great Eagle. I have a proofreader working on book one right now.
I have picked up the habit of smoking a pipe which allows my mind to drift and covet thoughts as I write. Getting information back from my readers is of great concern right now. I think in a few weeks this will be solved. I find myself comparing to a soldier in a trench writing home and not knowing if the letter gets there or not and what is happening at home.

I would never stop writing that could not be but to spend time, energy and money to publish is of utmost concern. The number of readers is not truly an indication in my mind. If you were to count the people reading the back of a milk carton would that be in induction for the sale of the milk? As usual I write what I think and put out. I used to write to my mother and when I put the letter in the mailbox I use to say to myself just like putting into a shredder its gone and never will I know, she loved to get the letters but to answer was never to be.

Writing on the milk carton makes me think. They make cigarettes say they are bad for your health. Do they think those that smoke, read and care? Why don’t they put warnings signs on cake and say if you eat it, you will get fat and not be able to walk and eventually die. How about the news media, if you listen to this next broadcast, it will be a lie so don’t let it raise your blood pressure cause it can kill you.

At least my writing are true to my knowledge I have no reason to stretch the truth. Well maybe because of the day of the year I will admit to counting hundreds of submarines passing here in South America with the sails up indicating the savings of fuel.

A Messenger,
Verl K.

When we are born, if one was to consider it darkness just speaking of comparing something here. We know nothing about anything. Educational things are not in our scope or ability of thinking or understanding. Is that not a dark room mentally? We start our lives in the  dark and advance to death trying to find light.

What is that light? It is understanding of something that makes us see more than we knew.  That was a bright idea, now I see the light, turn on the light. A juggler learns to juggle two stones and sees that it is possible to juggle three what comes to light invariably turns on a light which shows there is more to learn.

Incredibly darkness is addicting as milk to the baby. Darkness breads, spreads and engulfs us as a captured animal in a cage. The longer in the cage the easier it is to adapt to the surrounding environment. In time we grow to accept darkness and find that which is around us is all there is. Contentment and satisfaction become all we know. Laziness and darkness fill the soul would be one way of looking at it.

When someone leaves the door open or throws a little light which is easy to see when in the dark looking out. Just as the wild animal is realized from the cage, he is so happy to be out and free he runs and plays. Just like the wild animal is we are the same way we get a little light and so happy to have that we are now content with a little light and as in the darkness held us, we just stepped from darkness and were willing to accept that as the total package of our existence.

Contentment and ignorance are just another cage. The only way to get out of that cage is want to be out of that cage. The darkness is just as profound here as back in the darkness. Contentment and satisfaction just reached another  level is all.

To get from where we are to where we want to be is just like being in the dark room and seeing light. We have to want that light. If you want to be a teacher, a scientist, an accountant, a doctor of attorney is the same as looking to the light. Put your eyes on it and go toward it just like you have now learned from darkness to light.

Just like the darkness has chairs, tables and obstacles in the way when you see the goal letting other put stumbling blocks in front of the light is no different than this.

We each have a cage, a darkness for sure but advancing becomes ours not always the same for friends and family but that light is shining and is out there just as sure. How bright that light is becomes the same cage as before. Contentment and satisfaction have no limits until we set them. Because you became a nurse does not mean you cannot become a doctor. When a doctor is the same thing.

When you see an animal in a cage, remind yourself that at one time you were in that cage. The bars that hold him are no stronger than those that hold you. Remember satisfaction and contentment breads laziness and can grow in the light the same way it did in the dark.

A Messenger,

Verl K.

Life today is not easier than it was years ago for everything. The stress level is so much higher today than then.

My first exposure to a telephone you picked up the phone and if no one else was using the line. Yes, in those days there were many people using the phone lines so if someone else was using it you had to wait and there were those that loved to listen to others conversations. When the line was clear the operator would ask you the number you wanted. My phone number in those days was 47 M. however if you didn’t know you just told the operator to call David Harmer and his phone would ring. When I first got married living  in my own home and my first child would  knock the phone off the hook  the operator had a way of causing my phone to buzz very loud to let me know to put it back on the hook so other people could use the phone. After this happened many times, I told the operator to disconnect the stupid thing I could get by without it. She called my mother and told her, and mom told the operator if she disconnected me, she would not be able to call me, so they didn’t disconnect my phone. The  next time that buzzer went off, I took care of that I jerked the line out of the wall and threw it behind the desk. Finally, good riddance. A repairman came to my  house a few days later to fix it.

In those days the phone cost was around 4 dollars a month. And they gave you the phone. Today a new phone cost $1,500 dollars and to download Uber it wants passcodes and phone numbers and when I put my phone number in it said it was the wrong phone number. Bull crap I checked it several times and it wanted a 77 number which I have no idea where are whose number that was, but I certainly was not mine. Oh, how I wish I could tell the operator where to put this phone.

Now let’s talk about the television that cost more than is reasonable. I cannot use it because I am not qualified to fill in all the banks and I have thousands of channels and am not able to remember the passwords to use it. It had three channels’ years ago  and  if you could see the picture, you could watch t.v. The remote was two legs and ten steps to the t.v.  When living at home my mother would pound on the floor and I would go across the house up the stairs and back to the front room and change the channel for her and go back down. My mother had a remote that was me.    I got hell for tipping over  the outhouse one time, and funny as it is I have to tell those young readers that was the toilet in those days. Imagine getting up and going outside to set on a cold seat and stink, before you could go in you would have thrown in a skunk first just to cut the smell. The toilet paper was a sears catalog and those that do not understand that’s shopping online. The line was on the seat next to you and if it was dark, you just made do. When you could see and didn’t want the family to read that page it was an easy way to get rid of that page.

I have to admit the outhouse I tipped over was in the backyard saved to go to the dump because we had just gotten a flush toilet inside the house. What would they think of next? History would tell you and those smart enough can check this out but back in about 1948 to 50 the man running the governments office for new inventions called the President of the United States and told him he just as well shut down the office of Patten Office because anything that could be invented was already done.

That was before microwaves, computers, x-ray in medical offices, teller machines, DNA not to mention robotic surgery. I will leave it there, but I tell the younger when was a kid they put license plates on the dinosaurs.

I would leave this, but I would like to point out that a few years before I was born to fix dinner which was supper in those days you had to cut down the tree, cut it in length, put on a chopping block and make it fit the stove. Then you built the fire while you went downstairs and got the potatoes, the meat had to be fresh, or it would spoil. Had a friend who I ask how he got the dishes so clean he told me he had a spot remover. A spot remover? yes, and turning he yelled “Here Spot, common boy”

A Messenger,

Verl K.

Not all messages have been told but the few left in the bucket are what keeps me active and moving.

It becomes quite clear to me that was is most important thing in life that does not come to us through the five basic senses:  Hearing, smelling, tasting, feeling, seeing. They are a necessity only.  We are born with those basics, most of us are lucky enough to get those but what really makes the difference between surviving and living are acquired through others. God gives us what is necessary but to really live to really enjoy that has to be learned.

We have the ability to love, we have the ability to cherish the ability to acknowledge, remember and ask. Greed, hate and acquiring are also learned. Fear, fright and loneliness never came from the nipple.  Ever see a bashful baby? How about rejection? Where does that come from? At eighty I still don’t reject the nipple so how can one find and learn these simple things.

What is the pit fall that seem to grab us and hold on? I can offer a suggestion, but I cannot force you to accept it nor will I try.

The way I find answers, the way I find comfort is not from others satisfaction it comes from within. You cannot inherit it, you cannot buy it and you certainly cant find it in print. It cannot be taught that it has to be stolen in moments of silence, in time of our own. Stolen? Yes, my friend, our time is ours as we would choose but somehow, we think others have the answers we desire. Time spent watching and listening are our time as well.

Turn off the noise, close the book, tablet and phone. God gave each a certain amount of time. That is ours not someone else’s it is ours and how we spend it was always ours. Think of it as a bank account, a number gives it a value worth more than dollars and dimes.

Set back close your eyes and draw on that time from within. How much time have you spent with you? Peace and harmony are right at our disposal. We do not have to give away everything we can have part of that time; it is ours, to begin with we can share other things but one must understand time is ours only; it is not necessary to always be talking or listening. So, what I am saying is learn to take that time and decide if you want to give it all away to others.

A Messenger,

Verl K.

Because of my finding Fanny Crossby a blind woman from early childhood gave hope and encouragement to my life. If you have never heard of her, she spoke later before the joint congress in the Untied States in her twenties. She lived in the 1800’s not wanting to hunt out that if you are interested in is available but  let me just share a passage from her book on her life when she writes in a book about her life.

“Many of the flowers I planted in the garden of memory during a happy childhood are still being sweet and fair after a lapse of more than eighty years. Those that are faded, because they have not been watered, and those that have been crushed in the press of a long and busy life. I will try to revive until I have finished that I am about to tell”. She was a fierce proponent of kindness and love. Her headstone reads, “She hath  done what she could”.

In her book she tells of a having as a young child a problem with her eyes her mother took her to a doctor who in trying to fix them destroyed what she had for life. He spent his life in sorrow over that and died before Fanny was old enough to tell him he did her the greatest of things because of her blindness she found many things that she could accomplish. She wrote many books and wrote many poems and songs that were very popular.

I have no right to quote this I do not understand the laws regulating rather I have a right to do this but stand me against the wall and shoot me I don’t care if I have something to share that I think will help others as this blind woman has me then fire at will.

Because of her I concluded after many years of prayer that I asking to hear. Now like Fanny I thank God for that which he knew, and it took me eighty years to learn. I live in an apartment that is beautiful and I am looking at the Caribbean Sea and the apartment has three bedrooms and three baths I could live in a tent on Wolverton Mountain and be happy. The apartment was vacant for months waiting for me and now I know why. The noise level at times because of the trucks and traffic below me is so bad at times I take my hearing aids out and silence is beholding to me. Telephone, doorbells and other nuisances are gone.  Unlike Fanny who received additional hearing because of that loss I am not aware of anything added to me except being able to meet with God in my own mind and dwell upon that which I cherish  so much. Piece and quite allows me to say to the world that which many may enjoy and if they do not, I do not have to hear it.

I am just about finished with book four of Great Eagle and writing to a woman who will correct my literature so those of higher education can understand my blabbering. My book tells of a friendship between a man who marries a Princess of the Ute Indian nation and at the moment has three mountain lions, a timber wolf an Eagle, big foot a giant from the woods who has a very high intelligence and is actually from another planet which brings into the story of Ooga a outer space character who takes Dan to a higher intelligence and understanding of more than just here on earth. His travels take him to San Francisco, and my story tells of his experience in the book. I had the books on Amazon but pulled them off of the site because they were not of the standard I would like to see.

Why do I tell this? Because I can, do I need a reason for being who I am? I make no apologies for it,  God gave me the want, and I share with those that take the time and effort to encourage me.

After reading Fanny, it encourages me to tell others and perhaps I can do for another what she has provided for me. In my book I make the statement;  “A man who does not know his maker will leave an empty grave. It makes no sense.” Now that I can quote that knowing the author will judge me not another.

A Messenger,
Verl K.

 

 

 

When I was a young man, I was living in Heber City Utah, and the snow was so deep they could not get down the road over in Midway. The county of Wasatch did not have a dozer available, and they hired me to clear the road,  it was 25 below zero at the time. I worked for several days and had face protection, but I still received frost bite on my ears. When I finished, I parked the dozer got off and the next day I left and went to Mexico. When I returned  Broadbent said to me Verl why did you leave we had a lot more work for you. I told him I expected that; now you know why I left I told him.

In 1963 I was working in Lake Tahoe at Harvey’s  Wagon Wheel and in snowed so much that winter that I had the snow piled up over 8 feet on each side of the walkway. I was saving up money so I could buy some plywood to cover the walkway and let it snow. One day I spent all day digging my little Volkswagen out of the snow and the snowplow came by and buried it.

Forty years later when I would take a party boat out to go fishing in the Bay Area of California when we would go under the Golden Gate Bridge heading out my ears would burn so bad from the frost bite earlier that I had to put something over them every time I went out. I never got over that frostbite.

Now in Colombia the weather is the best I have ever saw. I am used to the high humidity pretty much and as I set out here on the patio, 6 A.M. naked drinking coffee looking at the Caribbean Ocean completely comfortable temperature wise I think back of those years and with false teeth and a passport I no longer put up with those necessities I thought were necessary in life.

Life is nice with out the cold snow or a dentist.

A Messenger,

Verl K.

Stories are popular among our generation, in fact that have been used long before our time. The bible used a story because people read and remember a story long after reading it. Let me tell one for the reading pleasure.

A stranger came into a small village his skin color was different, his ancient was different and his way of doing things set him apart from the local’s. How could such a person expect to mingle and be accepted?

A young boy came by one day with a crippled dog and gave the Stanger a smile and he had a cookie he was eating, breaking the cookie in half he handed the stranger part of the cookie. The puppy limping on a bad leg climbed upon the strangers knee and licked his hand in friendship.

When the boy went back to school a few days later he was wearing a new shirt and pants and the puppy was not limping. A friend noticed this and ask the boy, Johnny, and he said where did you get the new clothes. That is strange the Johnny said this morning when I started out I found a bag laying at my doorstep and in it was these clothes, and just my size. Johnny told his friend Robby the crazy part is Spot is not limping this morning he is walking on all four legs like he had gotten over the bad leg.

That is amazing because you got a gift and Suzy was in the park last week and a stranger was setting on a bench leaning on his walking stick and had a sack of candy beside him and he was giving out candy to all who walked past. When he was not looking Suzy stole a few pieces of candy and left. She said the man had many and would not miss a few, so she was not worried about it. When she got home her mother had fell in the kitchen and broke her hip. Suzy had tickets to the concert, and she could not go because she had to stay home and help her mother.

Let me tell you more about that Johnny one of my friends who saw the man and he gave her candy she gave him a flower she had picked on the way past Mrs. Johnsons house, and the man was very excited and thanked Mary for the flower. She got on the bus to go downtown, and the driver allowed her to ride for free and gave her tickets to a concert. He told her he found the tickets on a seat and so they didn’t cost him anything so giving it to her was no big deal.

When the driver finished the day and was punching out for the day his boss walked up and gave him a raise in pay out of the clear blue sky.

One afternoon the man was waiting in line at the bank and Mary a homeless woman in a dirty blouse and ripped and torn pants ask the stranger for food money. He leaned his walking stick against the counter reached into his pocket and gave her more money than anyone had ever given her. Another man took the walking stick while the man was not looking and when he got to the door a policeman saw he had taken the stick and took him to jail. The sad thing was when he got out of jail and went home he found the landlord had found out he had been in jail and had raised his rent.

Some people read a story and learn others see it and look for something more interesting. Would it not be wonderful if we were to see that how we see things is how things see us.

A Messenger,

Verl K.

What a revolting development the books turned out  to be. I wrote Great Eagle book one and it had 169 pages and was 33,005 words when I finished the book. Upon reviewing the listing on Amazon, I noted that it contains 90 pages.  What happened? So I go to the website, and it is the same. So it turns out I was writing book four and I had outer space people telling how a flying saucer works. How it got its power and some very interesting stuff happening. Had to stop and take books back off from Amazon.

I had ask Emanual to proofread and I think he used A.I. and that could be it or I have done something else stupid. What a revolting development that turned out to be. So now I am surching for someone to proof read and also going back and find if I have saved a copy while I was writing it.

It matters not to me because exceltancy was never used with my name. I always felt if you knew what I was talking about that was good enough for me. Past working life I had hired many truck drivers and in order to explain to them one had to have a vocobulatry they could understand. If you told a truck driver to pack in over there you would be wasesiting your time. They only understood park back that mother xxxx up and don’t xxxx mess around with watching the girls just get it into the xxxx spot over there.  Sixty years of contracting and building many subdivisions, reservoirs, miles of roads and ski slopes caused me to have many trades and I found truck drivers were a pread of their own. And I think that is where this all started I could not talk to all employees the same way.

Starting out when I can first recale witing a letter I had trouble telling what I wanted. My grandmother Flossie Dalton would write to each grandchild and send one dollar on there birthday but always got a letter. She might tell you three times in the same letter about the party they had that morning. You got to read it several times but she made it so great to read that it was better than Mark Twain. I ask her one time how she could write so many letters to all her grandkids. She explained that it you just forget that you are writing and just think of talking to the person and tell them what you are thinking they will read it the same way and that makes them feel they are hearing from you personally.

I was married to Ann for many years and she was a grade school teacher and she could not write a letter. She would ask me to write for her. Who do you want to tell and what do you want to say I would ask. When finished she would correct all the mistakes and fix the spelling errors and hand me back the paper. Wow did I say that? She would laugh but my point was all that education and being a teacher and could not write a letter.

Today I do pretty much the same thing and it gives me enjoyment writing as you must have figured out by now. When I write it realeaves a burdon on my mind that I want to get rid of. God has a very big shouldere and I have told him everything the same way. If there is a proper way to say something I would not like to learn if it causes me to loose my enjoyment of writing.

With all this I am having to go back and spend time and find what happened to Dan and the travel from Boston to Reno in book one. So that is where I am today.

 

A Messenger,

Verl K.

Because I am a limited thinker I have to keep it simple so I can understand things. Study of many subjects are necessary to feed my waking moments. As I dwell on each I find that the body can be broken down into two subjects. Physical and mental the part that is most understandable is the body. It is governed by limits body functions are required to function properly. As I think of it the body has requirements that must be met in order to function. Everyone understands those and many spend their lives because they understand or want to understand those things which help the body to operate properly.

The part that should actually be practicing is the mental. Yes if the body does not function properly the mental will be left hanging without support but not considered as the mind controls the body. The body limits the mind but the mind most definitely oversees the body.

When we have pain, hunger, sores, or body corrections necessary they only send signals to the mind so the body does not control the mind. The mind most differently controls the body. Medical knowledge has pretty much gotten a handle on necessary corrections to repair needed changes.

Most problems in the body can be corrected through the mind. Not speaking of accidents or physical abuse. So today I would like to just mention that we have two parts of us that has to be continually watched and protected. The body is easy to understand and we have a very good handle on that because it is something tangible and the body will let us know when we cheat, deprive or overindulge in something.

The mind now is a completely different thing. The body tells us when it is hungry but then the mind takes it from there. When we are hurt or in pain the same thing happens the body is  depended on the mind and when one learns that to be a fact we have advanced in our personal lives.

Lots of words to get to the meat of the subject. But consider this knowing the mind controls each of us rather than to spend time, money and energy feeding the body we are satisfying the effect and not the cause. Education can be a lot better place to put our resources than the body. Why is there hunger, homeless, riots, fighting and foolishness abundant in our world? Mental is obviously the answer. Every time I look at the news I see more ignorance than anything else. I write because I feel maybe I can make a difference somehow somewhere and someway.

I am not saying anything that has not been said before but I also  think that whatever I say regardless of the subject has been said before by someone else.  I guess the only way I can describe this is quit slamming the door. Ever sat and had something annoy you and you did nothing about it till it finally made it past the fog and came into clarity? The people in Iran those in China those in Russia and both North and South America allow this stuff to go on until someone finally says enough. Stop thinking of food, clothes, shelters and other physical needs and start placing emphasis on the cure. Sorry I just can’t hep it at times.

 

A Messenger,

Verl K.