Month: April 2026

Watching the headlines and hearing the news of the problems that face our world today brings to mind that which was in the past and is only getting worse now.

People closed their eyes when President Biden let any cross the boarders into America with no restrictions. Lock your own doors but do not worry what is in your own neighborhood was beyond my comprehension.

I think my example of a dog with rabies was a good way to look at Iran. Trump haters care nothing about anything but “Hate”. Rabies eats the dog’s mind, and I think we have a little of it already here. Lash out yell and scream regardless of why, just make noise.

If your daughter were to come home drunk and pregnant would the corrections be acceptable  to her? Would your friends and neighbors allow you to make necessary preventions and reform?

Previous years had a saying that, “the noisy wheel gets the grease.” Trying to take the wheel off and repair today is forbidden.

The squeaky wheel writes pages of garbage and leaves me room for one line, as to give my thoughts on their articles. As always you cannot learn anything with your mouth open.

As I have written, so many look for the egg and oversee the chicken. Or another the closer to the finish the clearer the beginning.

I write this to close friends and perhaps I am just one more squeaky wheel, but I point out love not hate. I do not intend to tell you what to think about what I merely point out to think, read, and dwell on the facts. And again, as it was written, “clean up your own room before attempting to clean up the world.”

A Messenger,

Verl K.

If life is a bowl of cherries I sure wish someone would quit shaking the bowl. If life is like a mountain, with hills and valleys, why is going up the mountain so much further than coming down?

Why is it that all those quotes we read about are only written by rich and famous people? Not those of us still trying to crack the egg.

They are still trying to figure out rather the chicken or the egg came first. Anyone who had ever been around a chicken know that if you don’t have a chicken to set on the egg it will go rotten and perhaps become an attorney or politician.

Which brings to me that common sense is just as confusing to them as that egg. Look at the white house every year they roll chicken eggs to the children. Why don’t they turn loose chickens and make the kids earn the catch?

Look at the news every day they can’t lie to us fast enough, so they get machines helping. With artificial intelligence we no longer have the ability to tell the real from phony. We were confused before now we are feed by hand, and we don’t even know if it is eatable.

It’s no wonder that God was wise enough to stay in the background invisible and allow us to make fools of ourselves and give him and something to do while waiting for us to stumble and fall. Then he picks us up and allows us to do it again.

I think God knew when he said only those born of a woman could enter the kingdom of heaven. If those Artificial intelligence were so smart why don’t they reproduce and make their own kingdom. Probably get the rutter stuck in the factory door.

So here we are in this bowl of cherries not knowing rather the other cherries are real or not.

I suspect some are nuts and others are hollow shells waiting for intelligence. So how are we to know the difference between them? Don’t look to me for the answer I am one of the nuts looking for intelligence.

A Messenger,

Verl K.

Here I set head in the clouds and the ocean at my feet. Celebrating the completion of “Checkmate” that has taken over forty years to write.

This book tells many, have not counted them but perhaps fifteen too twenty near-death experiences. This book tells of the many times I walked up to the door of death expecting it to be over. Saved and here I am. It is the reason for my love to God and how joyful it is to be living the life I do.
I set here like a seal in a fish hatchery spell bound by Gods creation. I am humbled and gratified that I final reached my objective of proving there is a God. I stated in the book that if I left blood on the page and you would find it ten years later still fresh still not harden or melted away. There would be those that could explain it away. As I told in the last chapter if you can not pass the point of this many times of being saved and explained in my book then you would have to believe in the devil because if you can understand the wind with out seeing it by looking at the now and observing the results then you are not reachable to the conclusion there is a God.

Having finished that and will be working with publishing company that takes my words, corrects them and suggests adding a few commas and punction marks correcting the Gramer, they will return it to me to be reviewed and make a cover for it and market it for me. As a blind man in a maze, they take me by the hand and lead me to publishing finish.
How can I wonder, why should worry, when God and his angles have brought me to here. No one knows me I sit here alone, all my writings, all my thoughts are as I enjoy them in solitude. I do not put my last name; I do not want my picture for others dart board.

Correcting the Ghost of the Coffin finishing Checkmate and now wanting to indulge in a love story. Now I am writing a new book called “The Love Triangle” (fantasy).
Mystery not murder, facts not dreams, why should my attention be limited by others is there no limit to the fun one can have. Having read three to four books a week for over forty years I have in my head volumes of history, biographs, auto biographies, physic, and religion are not beyond me.

My favorite author was Louis L’Amour and I will not read anything by Zane Gray after reading Riders of the Purple Sage. Any time I find it takes two pages to describe a setting he must have been paid by the words, and he spends more time describing than telling the tell.

So, if I send this to history and not re-read it you will see my situation as it is. Many times, I write and leave in the clouds. This one I will endeavor to let drift on through.

A Messenger,
Verl K.

Back when I was in grade school we use to play a game together, called, “What If”. As I look back today and reminiscing of that game it shows where today misses much of the games and times spent together. Not on a talk channel, not watching television together but actually spending time with one another.

What if I would bring to light that which is lost today to what could be tomorrow.

What if  we taught our students to learn from our parents some basic thinking like they had years ago.

What if we could teach our  children that our parents knew something we don’t and be willing to learn from them.

My father only went to the 9^th grade. Now he was born in 1901. So, we are talking about before 1920. One day while studying and doing homework in calculus mathematics while waiting for me to finish so we could leave while I worked at my homework assignment he ask what is the problem? I told him and he answered the question. I went to the back where the answers were, but part of the assignment was showing how you got to the answer. But the point here is that with an eighth-grade education he figured it in two seconds in his head. One of the complaints he had against higher education is they let students graduate from college who cannot balance a check book. Here is a man who went on to become a superintendent when they built the Hover Dam which has been renamed Boulder Dam. While superintendent he built the largest race tracks in Los Angles. One story he told was while building one of those race tracks a farmer in bib overhauls stopped him on the job and said, “ you guys  are building this in a natural water way and not providing for it.”

Dad passed the word on to others and their comments were, “what does a farmer know we have great engineers designing this just do your work and quit listening to a farmer.” They never got the equipment off the job before a flash flood wiped the complete race track down the river. Do I make my point?

What if we could get our children to find those before us were not stupid and history can teach for a reason.

What if we could teach others that it is OK to dream and fallow our hearts.

What if we could teach that there is a God and what is taught in the bible is history and accept it.

What if I could inspire others to love and not hate?

What if my words could be installed into the mind of another?

What if I could find a way to learn and understand why I write these things.

What if others were to believe in God and know we have a destiny and a future in history and trusting in something we do not understand but just let it him guide and not worry why?

Perhaps I am seeing a crack in the future and with just a little faith write and not worry what others think and just go with the heart. The point? What if?

A Messenger,

Verl K.

Bringing to light where I am and what is happening in my world I give the facts as I feel they are about to be enclosed.

I just sent to my gifted new friends at GateKeeperPress the first of what no doubt will be more corrections and enlightenments about a book called the Ghost of the Coffin.

I did not want to stop from the book Check Mate that told of over forty near death experiences. I have been writing and rewriting that book for over twenty years, and I was into it like a wolf takes a rabbit. Not wanting to stop but a very pounding story I must tell.

So, a sat down and in six days wrote a book and spent a day looking for duplications. Then, spending another day finding help in putting it together I sent if off. They sent it back with only 78 suggestions for corrections. So having spent three more days it is on its way.

Now I can resume my Check Mate of those near-death experiences. My ability to write can only be described as wishing not ability or experience.

Having been lead from Nevada USA to Costa Rica and to Colombia where I  have an apartment overlooking the Caribbean Sea. I have a lavish place, and I could be happy in a tent not expecting this.

Up at two pounding the keyboard and dreaming of things to be seems to be my destiny. I have no control over how my writings are perceived; I remain unchanged from who I was to what I will be. As you read this know that God gave me the friends such as you the reader of my gobbledygook. I do what I  enjoy and thank him continually for the breath to do it.

A Messenger,

Verl K

Sometimes watching the news shows the value of wisdom and sometimes it shows the value of hate.

Allowing Iran a Nuclear bomb would be like turning a dog with rabies into a crowd and hoping no one gets hurt.

Trump haters would gladly sit back and hope no one gets bit by the dog.  Some would have compassion  for the dog. The ones that have the wisdom to understand what a rabies dog can do have compassion for the crowd.

Arthur Schophauer said it very well when he said: Talent hits a target no one else can hit. Genius hits a target no one else can see.

A Messenger,

Verl K.

Two prophets were talking with an alligator one day and one of them ask the alligator why he did nothing but eat. The alligator ask them if the only thing  they could do was preach.

They told the gator that Jesus had told them they were born for that. The alligator told them he got his instructions from the same place.

But you have a choice what you eat, you could eat anything but humans if you were to think that way Mr. Gator. Mr. prophet, you could teach only the ones that do not believe and leave the others alone.

Mr. Gator, we teach both because sometimes those that believe need to show those that do not what can become of  them. Just so happens I do the same thing by eating those humans I teach the others what will happen to them.

Look, Mr. Gator, you are down in the mud and muck. Covered with slim and birds all over your back. From up there you can’t see that I am in the water cool and the slim holds the chill, while I am resting. The birds on my back are helping keep the bugs away so I can rest. I don’t hunt for food when it comes to me.

That may be but you cannot get very far from where you are born the prophet said. Is there somewhere out there that can add to what I have now?

When we die, we know where we are going. It will be a paradise and we can hardly wait. Step a little closer and I can help you, we each serve a purpose, and we will all get what we were born for.

A Messenger,

Verl K.

There once was a little boy setting by the stream and along came a stranger stumbling through the field. I wish I had the time to loaf as you do the fellow said.

You have the same twenty-four hours a day as I do what you are doing was determined by you. I am here setting by the stream bothering no one and resting as I chose. What are you accomplishing, nothing just setting by the stream. I am where I wanted, doing what I wanted and have reached this stream by desire.

Well, the stranger said when I get ready, I will go where I want and do the same. Are you here by chose or by accident the boy ask? I have not made up my mind, yet the stranger said. So you are on a path that you do not know where you are going how will you know when you get there, he was ask? One thing for sure he was told is the place I stop will not be a small stream but a large river. Will you be content when you get there, the boy ask? I will decide that when I get there, he was told.

You are spending a lot of energy and time going somewhere that you do not know where and when you get there you will not know if it is the right place or not. I will know when I see it. Can you tell me what it looks like perhaps I can tell you where it is the boy said. I really do not know but for sure I will know it when I see it.

The young boys told the stranger he once had a blind dog and every day he would take him for a walk. One day we passed the river just before the gigantic falls that separate the upper river from the lower river. Someone had been fishing on a raft, and it had hit a large rock just before going over the edge. They had obviously jumped off and walked around the falls. They had left the raft which was ready to go over the falls and on the raft were several fish they had caught.

Well, the boy said old Spot he just pulled at that lease and barked he could smell those fish, and it was all I could do to keep him from getting onto that raft. That blind dog thought he had found heaven in his mind because what he saw in his mind and what he smelled was not what he would want. Mr. the boy ask Are you smarter than a blind dog? Sometimes what we find after searching  is not what we want.

Moral of the story is going is not always the answer and not knowing when you get there is more important that the energy spent getting there.

 

A Messenger,

Verl K.

As we age several things happen and it comes so slow it is not noticed. Routine becomes a habit and a lifestyle. It is a lot easier to continue doing what we have done in the past the older we get. The problem with that is our world is not  in a stagnant mode.

My first look at a television was in a store window in downtown Springville Utah. No one had a television it was not known then. You never lost your phone because it was tied to the wall with a cord. Dick Trace was a funny book type character, and he had a wristwatch that he could see someone in the watch and talk to them. That was laughter in those days so radicles that we watched fascinated by such things.

Robert Gear who lived on the same block in town, was fortunate that his dad bought one of the first T.V.’s in Springville. We would go over on Saturday and Roberts mother would let all of us boys watch T.V. for an hour to an hour and half then she would refuse us anymore. Go outside and play and get out of the house, I do not believe to much of this can be good for you. She never allowed us to just spend our day in front of a television set. That may be what has limited my time today on this one-eyed monster.

Years later I had was in Electronics School in Provo Utah and just out of high school. The instructor was explaining to us that our class had outscored many students that wanted this class but because of our test achievements we were now learning  what others had not been able to achieve. Now he said you go home and watch a television where the man speaking to you was probably one of those that failed entry and you do not do your homework because you are listening to someone who knows less than you do. He went on to explain that it is good and wise to learn from someone of higher intelligence not less than our own.

Now as I turn on my computer, I see stuff that google and news casters try to influence me here in South America I am still bombarded with B.S. I would wager what comes on my screen is so far out of truth as a skunk in Church. Artificial Intelligence is like marijuana little can be good but to much will kill you. I personally think it would be easier for a chain smoker at sixty to quit faster and easier than getting a twenty-year-old to go without a phone.

What could be the advantage of not using a phone or computer or tablet you say. Let me compared to making a cake we put the ingrediencies into a bowl and mix. There has to be a point when you quit adding a then mix. The items I mentioned never end the process of adding has become the subject of discussion with no results. When do they turn it off and absorb the information? At what point  does this fact that become important? Never because they never stop to analyze that is hidden in the desire to watch.

Let me ask you as readers how many phone calls do you receive a day that could have waited two days and still been the same results? Can you go for a walk without a phone? Set at the table and speak with those around you and not be interrupted by someone else. I promise the very thing that is educating our society is destroying our lifestyle of peace and relaxation. Excessive indulgence in anything is harmful. Running every day is great but it must be flowed by a time of resting equal to the exercising time.

Everyone feeds what they like but happiness can only be found within our self’s and if we do not take time to absorb, we are cheating ourselves. The wider one’s knowledge the better foundation. What is the  longest time you have gone away from a phone or computer? Test me try going to the store without a phone. Can you do it? First thing in the mind is why should I? that is the very thing I have been speaking about private time has been stolen from us for so long we accept it as a slave to a master.

The United States at one time had slaves and they would not allow them to read they wanted domination of those that they held power over. No different today they put a bucket over our heads and feed in what they want us to know. They want to control our thinking no different than no reading when you think about it.

If I am wrong, you will have no problem going twenty-four hours without putting your head in that bucket. Scares some just thinking about it. God gave us a perfect computer in our heads now the question is who controls it?

A Messenger,

Verl K.

This is a story of the Rock around the clock latest hit of the century. It’s not a song that most would sing regularly. In fact, don’t sing it in front of the children or those over 60, it’s not good for them. In fact, now I think of it maybe it is not good for anyone to sing. Perhaps after thinking about, it, those that could should not even hum it. Now the rest of us will hum in B flat minor.

 

I wish the I was a fat boy setting with a flush.

Then the girls would look at me up until they blushed.

 

Wish I was a thin boy setting in a swing

I  would them happy, rather they blush or not.

 

Wish I was a blond girl setting on a basket

Then I could ask him what he was really after.

 

Wish I was a father setting on the porch

Watching was going on and waiting for disaster.

 

Wish I was a mother standing in the hall

Rolling pin and hammer I will show them all.

 

Wish I was a birdy setting on a limb

Watching all the action just before it happens.

 

Wish I were a writer waiting for the fun

If you sing along with me, you will find it done.

 

I told you not to do it. Don’t sing along, don’t hum along I would suggest you just skip along. Sometimes a blind hog does not find a thing.

 

A Messenger,

Verl K.

 

Those that never heard, there is an old familiar saying;  even a blind hog finds something once in a while.