Here I set head in the clouds and the ocean at my feet. Celebrating the completion of βCheckmateβ 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 βThe Love Triangleβ (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 LβAmour 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.