Month: June 2026

Got to tell you about Little Johny. He has his eighth birthday just a few weeks away and his mother ask, “what he would like for your birthday?”

“Well Mom, I have always wanted a pet, all my very own.” Like now I am eight now and that was a long wait.

“You know Johnny,” his mother said, “That having a pet, is not just playing with it when you want to. You have to take care of it, feed, make sure it has water. Provide whatever care that pet needs.”

“Yes mom I have thought of this, and you ask what I want so, I will tell you.” Johnny tells his mom . Make a list and write it down, I will give it to all your friends, and our family, that are coming to dinner on your birthday, and they can decide if they want to bring a pet as a gift for you.”

Tom, Johnnys father looked at the list, later that night and he said I can see his first choice is a guppy, that is a small fish, but he would have to have something to put that fish in. I am not sure, but I think they need salt water. So, you better let those know that it is not a small purchase.

And also on the list is a parrot which Tom looks at and says. “A parrot has to have a cage and most have to be covered at night and then raise the cover and let light in the next day. “Plus,” he says, “he has to change the paper in the cage all the time because if he doesn’t it will start to stink and look terrible.” “Betty,” Tom tells his wife, “make sure everybody knows not to just buy him a parrot, he has to have the cage and things necessary for the parrot.” “OK Tom I will make sure it is written down.”

Looking down the list he sees a cat on the list. “First thing comes to mind when I see this is a house full of cats, in no time at all. Make sure the list shows a Tomcat.” Tom tells Betty.  “What’s a Tomcat, Tom? Is this just for you personally Tom or is there something I should know?

“It is a male cat, and the only problem is they are out all the time hunting female cats.”

“Maybe it’s something to do with the name Tom, it took me two years to get you trained.” Betty, Toms wife says. “I will let that pass for now.” Tom says.

The next thing on the list is a dog. “Now that is a normal want for a young boy.” Tom says. “I think I can live with that, regardless of the size or sex. “I will write that down also.” Betty says.

“Now he has an alligator on here, where would a young boy expect to put an alligator?” “I did not make the list your son did you, will have to ask him, why he would want an alligator, and where would he expect to keep it? Not only that what in the world would he expect to feed it? The neighbors dogs?”

“Tom I would not worry about it at this time, the list is so long, and so many things to buy for him, who would ever spend the time, or money, to find an alligator for sale?”

Betty took the list and in every envelope she included Little Johnny’s list. She showed the side notes that told not to buy without the extras, but she never said anything about the alligator knowing it would not be necessary. (I hate it when you get ahead of me on a story)

The list was excepted by all when it was received, as a laugh, and many wanted to know where they would put the alligator if he got one? The story was told so many times and every time it was told it was repeated to another person. The alligator had stolen the show  nobody paid any attention to the reality of it, they all pasted the story on, because it was so ridicules that it was humorous.

Little Johnny had been one of those boys that every mother would cherish and love he not only cleaned his room he mowed the lawn took care of all the plants and trees in the yard and did the same thing for all the neighbors and the family included and never had to be reminded or ask.

Everybody loved Johnny, they continually told stores of all he had done in the community. So, the day of the party was almost a city Holliday.

The first to arrive was Mable, Betty’s mom, Johnnys grandmother, who had a parrot in a cage with a cover for it. “What a beautiful bird that is Mable,” Betty told her mom. “Can it say anything?” she ask. “Yes,”  Mable says, “It can say almost anything, but he cannot pronounce the “R’s” for some reason.” They come out sounding like a “W’s”, and that is the only reason I got it without hocking my wedding ring.” “Put it right over there by the big window next to the door for now.” Betty tells her mother.

Turning to the look out the door, she is knocked aside, as Aunt Rubby comes in trying to control this big, white German Sheppard puppy, oversized for its age, that has pushed Betty aside while entering. “At six months he is still hard to control Betty, please excuse me, but I was trying to keep him from checking everything out. He has a nose that he insists, that he checks out, all the new smells.”

“That is one gorgeous dog, Betty tells her mom’s sister Aunt Rubby.” “If I had not known these people who raises them, I would never have been able to afford him but sense they were good friends they gave me a deal.” Aunt Rubby says. “ Johnny is going to have a fit of joy when he sees this dog.” Betty says. “For now, why don’t you just tie him on the back porch to keep him out of the way. Don’t turn him loose in the back yard yet until after everyone arrives.”

The doorbell rings and going to the door, Tom sees Hank and Isabella holding a big glass aquarium. Behind them is Frank and Clea with a box full of pumps and things to put into the aquarium. Next in line was Stephany with a bag full of guppies. Oh, Johnny is going to be thrilled when he sees all this. “Hey don’t forget Sarg out there in the parking lot with gallons of water for the fish.” Hank tells Betty.

“Put that right over there under the big mirror, against the wall, that is natural place for it.” Betty says. After setting the aquarium in place in came Frank, he went right to the tank and inserted the pumps and put sand or something in the bottom and put all kinds off little underwater things even a miniature alligator.

Sarg, with the water, came in and filled the tank. After arranging it all, and made sure the water was clear, Stephany put the fish into the bowl, with every eye in the place watching like they had never saw the like of all this.

While setting up the tank Martha a neighbor, comes in, and has a grey Tomcat, that had dark grey rings in its tail, in her hands. Just a small kitten, not to young, it was old enough to jump and run, and oh, so cute that everyone had to hold it and pet it.

“Well, I am certainly happy no one brought an alligator. Betty says.” “Better be quite Betty,” Tom says, “there is a truck out in the driveway backing up.”

“That can not be, tell me you are just joking Tom.” “I better go out and make sure he know where he is,” Tom says.

As Tom gets to the door Uncle Jack comes in with a big smile on his face and says, “Surprise.” If that is an alligator Jack, you will be disowned by the family,” Tom says. “And hung up by the ears to dry,” Betty says.

Every family has a black sheep, and I have a responsibility here being the oldest male in the family. “I got the smallest one they would sale, and it is only six feet long.” Jack says.

“I will give you two hundred dollars to take it back and go get drunk on me.” Tom says. “It would cost more than that for me just to get my money back,” Jack says,” “but I had to guarantee and sign a paper, not to even think about taking in back.”

“Where in the name of Satan would we put that?” Tom says. “For now,” Betty says, “just put it in the guest bathtub for now till we figure out what to do with it.”

“Where is Johnny?” Mable ask Betty. “He wanted to go swimming with all his friends so we bought tickets for the whole group to go together, and they promised to be here at two o’clock so he should be here in about twenty minutes.

“He is certainly going to remember this Birthday Party for a long time” Betty says. “Yes and so am I,” Tom says, “and the answers he will gave when I start to ask all the questions, will be remembered even longer. Like where does he expect to put that alligator? And what does he figure on feeding it? I will have to get another job just to feed all this zoo, we have inherited.”

The excitement got so out of hand Tom had to ask, “Everyone to please calm down, in fifty years no one will remember, and it will all come out in the end.” Every time someone went into look at the Alligator it would splash water all over the room twisting and turning in the bathtub. Of course everyone had to look at least twice, like they had never saw a live alligator before.

When Little Johnny came in the door the first thing he saw was the aquarium and ran over to look at all the fish. He was so excited he was jumping up and down. “Oh, he says I got my fish.” Who gave me the fish?” Jonny ask. Everyone who had brought them, and the things to go into it, came up and said, “Happy Birthday Johnny.” “I have always wanted a fish and now I have a whole tank full I will mow your lawn next week for free for that,” Johnny says.

Aunt Martha comes up to Johnny and hands him the kitten. “Never in my life have I ever saw such a beautiful cat, Aunt Martha, I can’t thank you enough.” Johnny says. I think your mother will enjoy this just as much as you do. Happy Birthday Johnny Martha says, and I think your mother will enjoy this as much as you will.

About this time the door is opened to the patio, and the white German Sheppard dog comes in and sees the cat, and the dog pulls the lease free from Aunt Rubys hand and goes for the cat. As the dog is chasing the cat, Tom yells, “open the bathroom door we can end this yet.”

The dogs chain got wrapped around the bird cage and pulled it over when the parrot stated to “yelling get it spot.” Johnny had not even saw the parrot yet and he got so excited he was not sure rather to try and catch the dog or the parrot which had got out of the cage. “Johnny,” Tom says, “snap out of it you wanted a pet and now you just stand there with your mouth open when the house is being destroyed.”

As the parrot flew over it was saying, “Here kitty, kitty.” The cat was on top of the fridge hissing at the dog who was barking at the cat. The bird landing on the tall lamp in the living room is yelling, “Get em, Spot.”

Jack is standing in front of the bathroom door with his hands out saying, “don’t even try to open this door.” Most of Johnnys friends are laughing, screaming and chasing the parrot around the front room. Aunt Martha is in front of the fridge trying to get the cat to calm down and let her get ahold of it all the while yelling at the cat, “to stop all this.”

Mayble, Ruby and Isabella are all together clapping their hands, laughing and screaming adding to the confusion.

Frank and Clea is pointing and screaming at all the boys chasing the parrot. Stephany has set down and is slapping her knees and laughing way to loud.

Mable is pushing Betty at the fridge trying to get the dog under control while all the time yelling to calm things down. Tom standing in front of the table with the large birthday cake is saying, “Stay away from this table all of you.”

Little Johnny is just standing doing nothing and in total awareness of all the confusion going on. “What a great birthday party this turned out to be.” Johnny says while clapping and laughing.

Just before the parrot landed on the birthday cake Tom reached out and caught it. Well actually the parrot landed on Toms outstretched hand, and he managed to get ahold of the parrot. Betty and Mable was able to get Spot now named by the parrot, under control and to stop barking. The cat sat looking at the dog and all around the area like nothing had happened and was content to just look quietly.

As the noise and confusion slowed to a manageable level things fell into place as all in attendance finally grew quit and just smiles replaced the screaming, clapping and shouts.

Wow Dad Johnny says, “turns out the pets are not as much fun as the friends and family.” About this time the parrot says, “lets have a party”.  “And I got a parrot also? Let me hold it Dad.” Johnny says. But before he could reach for  the parrot the dog found the boy, and a young love was achieved in a heartbeat.

Watching Johnny pet the dog while the dog licked him all over the face, Tom says, “now we have half a room full of a stable society, I would like to ask Johnny a few questions.

“Just where do you expect to put that alligator, Jonny?” Tom ask, while standing over Johnny looking down and waiting to hear this.

“Well Uncle Gary has a Bobcat, and he has told me that anytime I need anything just to ask him. I kind of wanted to dig a big whole out in the front yard by the big tree and let the alligator lay in the pond or under the tree.”

“You want to dig up the big, beautiful lawn and make a pond for an alligator? Then what will you feed it?” If the fish mate often enough I can feed it the fish.” Johnny says.

“Unless those fish has more stamina than your dad has, the gator will starve,” Betty says.

“Please remember that your son is only eight years old he should not be hearing these things.” Tom says.

“Has it been that long?” Betty ask. “What are you going to do with an alligator son?” Tom asks.

“Well, I could cut its tail off and take him for walks with Spot.” Johny says. “Why would you even think of that son?”

“No body would mess with a guy that had a German Sheppard, and a pet alligator would they?”

“Betty I think some of you DNA has passed through to him.” Tom says. “What will you feed him?” Tom ask. “Well dad when we get the chickens I can feed him as they grow older.

“Now he wants chickens and then we have to add a chicken coup and a place for them to run.” Tom adds to the subject. “I told you that we had to get that boy out of public schools, look what he has turned out to be.” He says while still holding a straight face trying to cover the laugh lines forming in the corner of his mouth.

Jack the man of the hour, offers a solution to the whole problem the family is facing. “We can feed the fish to the cat, the parrot to the cat, the cat to the dog and the dog to the alligator.” Jack says.

“Then what will we do with the alligator?” Betty ask. That’s easy we sale advertisement to all those with pets, that we have a soliton to solve all those that have pets, and don’t know what to do with them.

So, the moral of the story is all those women who have a problem with men short on stamin. Men who have a problem with to many pets and tired of the noise. Or those who need a surprise in life, either buy an alligator or get a boy.

A Messenger,

Verl K.

It comes to me loud and clear,

The older we get the less to fear.

 

The valleys are wider, the hills are near,

Those we meet are not to fear.

 

What I see and what I say,

Give life it’s meaning you could say.

 

Bless those near me, bless that that will hear,

The blessing we have are found are all in the mirror.

 

Don’t look around, don’t look far,

The blessing are found in our vintage thus far.

 

Make the image we see in the mirror,

Be the reflection to those we hold dear. Look to those others we call brothers. Do they see when they look to me, the same image I saw, when I looked at me.

A Messenger,

Verl K.

Thank you my readers, my friends to the end.

Gods blessing are shared with us all; it’s my turn to share with all that which I may. My writings, my articles my thaughts are as God gave to me, that which you read are what the environment gave to me.

 

 

 

 

If God had intended for me to be a writer why didn’t he make sure I had a male computer and not a female one? This thing is for sure female it does not matter what I say or how much truth is in my thoughts the damn thing does just like any woman, it does what it was going to do rather I agreed or not.

A Messenger,

Verl K

I would like to speak more about this third person I talk about on occasion. The body/Vessel or shell, we all know about so that needs no educational guidance as to explaining this. The body is a unit with limits in time, ware and usage. Going back to the garden of Eden when God said to eat of that tree you would surely die. He was speaking to a physical form of humanity not to the soul.

The Soul which is told, talked about, and has many different variations, we must ask, just what is spiritual?

If one believes in a God they accept that when we die our Spirit/Soul goes back to him. I would like to address this from my viewpoint. This could be described as a large library containing all that we had experienced and accomplished while on this earth. I personally feel this has no ending; time wise, it is as God had designed and created. This was made in his image.

This soul in-capsules all. By that I mean the body, the mind, the total energy source as it was gave to us at the beginning. It is our complete structure of energy which has to be understood more in order to get the full meaning of this three parts or total human form.

Everything we have ever done is recorded in this structure, spirit   energy. When we leave this plane, world, or level of existence depending on how you want to visualize this. God created an individual energy field. No other has ever been created as a duplicate of this unit. From time immortal to this day each and every one is created singularly as a total field radiating as God himself.

Remember we were made in his image so the placement, creation, or whatever you use to understand in your own reasoning. This source of you has everything God had and gave to us. We limit our thinking and our abilities by how we comprehend this unit. For the time being just accept it as it is. Do not try to place it in any form or intelligence, just know it is one and created as one with unlimited abilities.

Now we can speak of the third unit knowing the Soul is the total sum of all parts. It is the entity the total sum of all parts. It is the main library of all units of the spirit, soul & beliefs, or disbeliefs.

Now we can speak of that individual book in the making of your thoughts. As we grow we learn things that affect us at the moment. We can be lead into self-pity or we can be lead into self- righteous. The mood the timing and the health all play a major role in each chapter or this book. I will not go into a deeper amount of these, they are mentioned only to serve a purpose. Just understand that this book contains our very existence  and within that book is chapters that can be recalled, examined and is never erased.

We can put our education that can be both mental and physical in a book and keep it stored for our immediate use. We learn the use of this book as we grow in worldly actions. Some do not want to read anything about a prison, death or health. That is evident when looking at the library card checkout line.

This book shelve has one large book with many chapters available to us, and the more times we take that book off the shelve and study it the easier it becomes to repeat it. This is not a complicated view; it has just been avoided for some reason.

You keep reading romance or ropery and you will find your life becoming that which you have been practicing (reading). So, what my point of view is we each have a library full of life’s passing moments. They cannot be erased but they can be forgiven. The books that will weigh heavy on your energy cycles sent out to the universe, with your name on it, will be available, at a much higher cost and meaning than Amazon.

I would like to spend more time here but the thing to remember is there are three of you. Body, Books of Life, and the Soul.

Each has a different name according to where you were raised and those surrounding you. How many names for the body? How many are there for the Soul? The most important and most used of all three parts are the “Book of life.” And I cannot understand why no one, I have ever heard, speaks of this. Remember you are reading Verl’s World or what I personally see as our masterplan or recording of all our experiences. It is only my personal thoughts that they do not have to be understood or excepted but only pointed out as to how I see things through my meditations and how I visualize my energy field radiating and gathering information.

A Messenger,

Verl K.

To better understand me, know that I am the type of guy who has knowledge, and just cannot keep it a secret.

Just for laughs I could say unless you are married. But then you would start to imagine something untrue.

The bible is has many stories and they have a purpose because we learn from a story and can relate to it always. With that in mind I would like to tell another story for those that would take the time to read.

At sixteen years old I found my attention was hunting ducks. I would walk for miles and that is not an exaggeration by any means. I would walk and when a duck would come up I would shoot and miss. Finding all this walking and then not be able to hit was getting to me. How was I to learn to shoot and hit something? Only way to get practice is walk more. Telling Floyd Tadd a friend and school mate this he suggested I go down to the airport in Heber and shoot trap until I could hit a target. No walking, just yell pull and a duck (clay pigeon) would appear.

Ellis Clyde had an old mechanical trap that had a pipe running to the machine that threw the targets into the air. We had to put heat on the pipe because it was frozen and would not move.

We would sign up and pay to shoot five targets then when our turn came we would do it again. Floyd shot a good score, and I if memory serves me right he had hit twenty out of twenty-five. “How can you possibly hit twenty five out of twenty-five, Floyd?” I ask.   “You have to shoot twenty-five at a time he explained to me.”

“ You mean you go up and shoot twenty-five times before stopping I ask?”

“ Yes Verl if you only shoot five at a time and then stop it is hard to hit twenty-five times.”

“How can you do this, Floyd? The machine is lucky to keep running as it is without breaking down.”

“Let’s go to Provo (25 miles away) on Sunday and let me take you to that gun club and you can watch and learn how others do this.” Floyd told me.

We went to Provo and Dallas Thacker was the President of Provo Gun Club and he was Utah State Champion for the sixteen-yard event and also the handicap champion the same year. Dallas became a close friend and took me under his wing and taught me to shoot properly. With his guidance I learned to shoot one hundred straight several times.

But back to the story. We went back to Heber airport, and I told them we needed to update our system and get it so we can shoot this many targets. Ellis Clyde did not want this to happen because he was making a few dollars a week with this system.

South of the airport in Heber was some property owned by Utah State Fish and Game and the property was not being used. So, with Floyd Tadd we drove to Salt Lake City and meet with the head of the fish and game. Dale Roberts (I googled this to make sure of his name and it said there never was a Dale Roberts who worked for the State Fish and Game, I say Bull Sh.) was his last name and when I told him we wanted to get some property from the state to build a gun club.

The fist thing he said was, “before I can even discuss this with you it will be necessary for you to be a registered gun club.”

“What does that take I ask?” he said, go get an attorney to write up a corporation with the State of Utah as a non-profit gun club. When you get that come back and see me.”

I went to James Smedley who was the attorney for Wasatch County at the time. I knew him very well and had worked on his property several times. Jim wrote up the articles of corporation and donated his time in so creating this Gun Club.

Back to Salt Lake City, and when we meet with Roberts he said, “this is good but now all we have is the fact that you want property, and we have to show how much and how it will be used. Draw up something showing what you want and give it to me in writing with a map with a drawing for this gun club.

Working for Wasatch County many times I knew Dale (last name?) the county planner. Small towns it is not unusual to know most of the County people. So, I ask Dale to draw me a drawing of the Big Hollow area that the State owned and show a drawing of a trap range. A few weeks later Dale calls me to come in and look. He laid out a piece of paper that was perhaps two feet by two feet square with Big Hollow drawn to scale. Now he said, “point out to me what you have in mind Verl.”

“If we could get one or two acres we would have plenty of room,” I said.

Verl, you do not go to the state of Utah for one or two acres of ground they think bigger than that.” Dale said.

“How many acres or on this map you have before me I said.”

“Now you have gone the other way that is too much to ask.” “Just tell me what is on this page you have before me,” I said.

Taking a ruler and a few minutes, he said, “one hundred and twenty acres. But you will never get that free from them.”

“If I am going to be turned down I want it for asking to much not to little. I said write this up and ask the county commissioners that they are supporting Heber Valley Gun Club in requesting this property.” I personally knew every county commissioner and had a good repour with them. Russ Wall had called me to fight a fire for the county one night getting me out of bed to send a dozer up on the mountain, and I had told him I did not want to put a dozer in danger for the county, but he told me of the danger, for life’s that I would help save, and he had said if you do this for me I will owe you one Verl. Would you believe the county signed that letter (favors ask favors paid) and I took the large map to Salt Lake City and laid it on Dale Roberts desk and said, “We have officially made a Gun Club to meet your specifications and now I have the map you requested drawn by the County of Wasatch and would like to know how long it will take for you to hand me the title to this property.”

“Well, Verl we can’t give you the property but we can give you a ninety-nine-year lease and that is the best we can do.” Without his knowledge what he said then was a commitment for him.

We got that property and I took a dozer up and built the road into the property donation this and paying for a culvert to cross the canyon water drainage. I personally cleared all the oak brush and donated all the concrete to built those first trap pads.

When it came time to built the gun club building Floyd and I went back to Salt Lake City and meet again with Roberts. I explained to him that the state of Utah collected money for all ammunition sold in the state and they were giving money to other Gun Clubs and I was setting here now requesting Heber Valley Gun Club be recognized and money allowed to built our building.

He refused to give any money toward our building fund. So, we left that office feeling very bad that day. I took a dozer up and dug a basement for the new Club House and then went to Salt Lake City again and meet with Benner Block Company (spelling?). They donated all the cinder blocks to build the gun club. Not only that, they donated insulation for the walls. We built that Gun Club ourselves. We paid for the brick layers but Floyd Tadd walked on top of those cinder block carrying the trusts to form the roof.

We had Jimmy Duke, Floyd Tadd, Dr. Jim Williams, Don Thomas, being careful here there were a lot of us more than my memory is capable but we worked and built that building. One day the Dale Roberts came to Big Hollow to tell us we had not notified the state of our intention to build on this property we had no right to do that. He was so mad he was yelling at me. Screaming and stomping his feet. “Just a minute here I sat across the desk from you and showed you the plans for the gun club and ask you for the money which you refused to give me. How can you say you didn’t know? I said.

“When we turned you down we thought it would be over.” Now I said, “we have a small difference of view here, you can not say you did not know so that is a lie right of the batt. Finally, after calming him down, he said, “if we were to name it a hunter safety building they could approve it.” So, the Gun Club does not have a Gun Club building we have a Hunter Safety building.

I was a hunter safety officer for seven years while I was President of the gun club and years later wanting a license to carry a firearm in Californiia, I ask the state of Utah for this so I could officially show and the computers were not updated to show me as ever being a hunter safety officer. So, computers can lie if not feed the right information.

Why do I tell this story now? Because it was a fact that what happened then is in the process of what is happening now. This story is not about Verl this story is about a dream that came true because God meant it to be. Those that have doubt google the Heber Valley Gun Club today and see what is there. As God is my judge this story is not about Verl this story is about faith and moving toward a reward just because what is to be will be.

Now today I am dreaming of Golden Goose Airlines. With the same thoughts in mind, I gave then with no intention to reward and this story would be news to those running that gun club if they were to read this. Well friends God did it once before and if those in Heber gained how much will those in this world gain by offering jobs and security one day when this airline becomes a reality?

I stand commented that when one gives openly with no intention of reward the reward will come later. I had no idea this gun club would be what it is today but I learned that what is possible is only a matter of having faith and as God said Faith alone is worthless without action.

A Messenger,

Verl K.

Today is the twenty day of June and last night I again had a very close encounter with a near death experience.

Yesterday after working on proof reading “It shall come to pass” a book I had written and sent in to be published. I get into these writings as a bird dog goes after a scient. I become part and my mind is so involved that at some point I find myself overextended mentally that I am exhausted  and have to take a break. Having reached that point yesterday I went to the beach and sat at the table known by those in this area as the “Ass hole table”. Please excuse this but it is not my term it is known here and most know of this table.

Taking two beer out of my fridge and getting onto my scooter I went to this table to relax and just watch the ocean waves hit he  beach.

When I arrived, there were no friends there but I sat at the table and drank  both beer. A friend who owns the café/bar Montana is his name, and he has let the café/bar sub rented to another. So now all he does is rent out the rooms that are part of this, but his time is spent making beer. Now he has gone on to making Rum and while setting at the table he walked over and set a shot glass in front of me and said taste this and tell me what you think it is from my first batch.

I took that shot glass down in one swallow and the fire from hell took my breath away. It made my false teeth float. I had tasted white lightening many times and never lost that taste . 151 Rum is strong and I had drank that, but this was totally beyond that. Other friends showed and Montana went back and got a bottle of this that was not quite so strong and was sharing it with those at the table that joined us. I sat as the table drinking and rum and beer until I felt I had to much and only had a block or two to get home but my scooter was on the other side of the road from the table.

I got up lightheaded and started across the road looking left for coming traffic, seeing none and stepping down off the curb before crossing the road my balance not being very good caused me to pause and catch myself. Had I taken that one more step I would have been history. A car I had not saw came by like a freight train almost hitting me as I stood there. He was going way to fast, and he came so close to me that it took my breath away.

Traffic here should be 25 miles per hour, but this guy went past as a train would. That step saved my life. No doubt whatsoever. When I got home I was still in shock as to how close I came  to death. We are about to publish my book on near death experiences called “Checkmate” and I wonder if I should not put this on the back page to show that I am still protected to this day.

A Messenger,

Verl K.

As I set here tonight writing as praying that God will grant me the very wish I have for the future. I ask that my dream of building this airline that i have spoken of that would put my friends that are I have made in Colombia, Costa Rica and America can have work. I have spoken of this, and it is a wish a prayer and my whole heart is in it that I can put forth such writings that others would read and that money will go forth to build a future for others.

I need nothing personally my social security would pay for me to live here for ever and not have to go without anything. Half of my income goes to rent and utilities, so I have more than enough to live but I pray that I be allowed to share this dream with you.

With the income that is possible I would hire those that could form this corporation, and it would be such that once started we would buy property to build houses, hotels, airlines would only be part of this corporation. I will give all in my abilities to find those in need of work. Train brick layers, for the buildings, every job has to be available for those living in the area. As it grows more employees would be needed to full fill this dream but those that have no way of finding a job because of lack of skill would be hired and trained and the job would be available after the schooling.

No trade is out of the scope of this schooling. In order to build this airline those that work for this company will become a part of something more than just a job. If one is trained and has work and a home provided for them through this venture it could give others the opportunity to help those they also know that need help. My dream is not possible with only social security but if I could be allowed to hand this dream to others I would be so satisfied I would go to my grave a very happy man.

So, I set here alone in the dark typing and praying that God will grant me this airline not for me but for others. I need an airline like I need a job. Once this is started and others can see the possibility of what can be. What God gave to me will be something I give to others and passed over and over again. The book of Checkmate is close to being published and the company who is publishing this has been provided so please read this book and it will make possible my dream for others. Why did he save me from so many near death experiences if not for a reason?

A Messenger,

Verl K.

I find an enter desire to talk a more on that which I feel so strong no one seems to care, or no about. That person with in us. My desire is to call it a third person, but I personally refer to it as Verl. When addressing a situation that I know not what the meaning of it is.

Let me be a little clearer here. On arriving in Costa Rica, I had to have transportation around the town. Having bought two golf cart type vehicles years ago , I went back to the same one who sold them to me to buy another.

What I needed or wanted was not available, so I took what was available and got a three-wheeler renting until my new one arives, taking it to a store, and pulling up I got off the unit and put the key into my pocket. With the key in my pocket I worry not about it moving so the handlebar was not as I thought it should be for safe passage of others to go beyond my scooter. I reached up and took ahold of the right handlebar and pulled it to me to adjust. It took off and drug me before I could let go of the handlebar which was the power to the unit.

By the time I had released the bike it had drug a big hole in my right knee. Took the skin off the right side  just above my angle about four inches long x 2 inches wide. And took the skin off my toes.

Why do I tell this? Because it is a perfect example of what I am talking about. Things happen in this world that affect us and we do not understand why they acore. I have rented a house with the bedroom on the top floor, so I have stairs to climb to lay and rest. Now I have leg problem what is the message that I am to receive? Remember I find the blessings in all things. So am I missing something?

I recently wrote an article called the eighth day of Christmas and it could be understood today looking through the eyes of that child. This third person starts with this enter knowledge and learns to trust and as they grow older that trust should be amplified but in some cases before the positive and root the negatives bombard the part I am talking about.

If you can overcome that which you know now as real and just accept that there is a possibility of my search for truth here. Just assume I am correct for a moment and there is with us another part of us that controls the physical person we call ourselves.

When you die these two are left behind. The vehicle we call ourselves and the control of that vehicle are lost and return to dust. The soul goes on to another educational growing mentality.

I would like to share now the fact that all of this world has a soul. Not just humans but animals, plants, trees, flowers, everything in this world has a soul. And it is possible to communicate between souls.

I must remind you that this is written as a personal observation. I have no tie to the hereafter any more than you do the reader. I find myself as a messenger who has a deep association with the universe and what I feel or say is because of my dwelling into that pool of knowledge. Because I look at it differently than what you makes what? I would hope that only thing it does it to make you aware there is more to life than in a corn flake box.

A Messenger,

Verl K.

 

Sometimes what is a gift can be gave more than once. I have been giving a small amount  of what i thought was small amount of money to me but was a lot to a  family here in Costa Rica. Yesterday when she came by for a visit a learned that because of my donations she now had electricity in her house.

The first money I gave to her years ago she said she was saving it so she could buy a sewing machine. I later learned she had to take it down to her daughters in order to run it. No only did she not have power she did not have walls in this place she lived in. Her house was a tin roof with open sides. Here is a small family four children the father works and provides what he can. I bring this forward not as if I had done something great. Heaven forbid it to be thought of that way. I would like to show that what we have can be used to help others as this has helped this small family.

The money I gave to her could be spent in one night on the town drinking and dancing but when put into the right hands it is a life saving gift.

Perhaps my voice could be used to make one small dent into the fact that others can do the same thing and I am sure there or those out there  that are doing that very thing. Go into the closet to pray is a fact but I want those that see the value of my words can appreciate how lucky we are to be able to help others. The joy i feel from this i wanted to share with you that you may enjoy the feelings of what true happyness is.

 

A Messenger,

Verl K.

 

Again, I find myself in Costa Rica and the weather is wonderful. The ocean is so much prettier than in Colombia but the view I had there was special.

Many things I would like to address but one that keeps coming to me is to explain to others; something I see is so obvious, and yet not spoken of.

I try to maintain myself as a Messenger, not a preacher, not one to tell the future, but only bring together thoughts, that to me are obvious, and not spoken.

Today let me explain; we are continually speaking of being here on earth, or dying, and going to heaven. Like there you are either a man or a spirt it the way most should think or tell it. I would like to suggest to you the possibility that there is more than this. There is  a third person that has a voice in all this. You can call that a conscience a soul many use special words to describe a higher intelligence or awareness if you would. I would like to insert here; that to me the soul is the basic thing that which is us the true and individual person. You take this to heaven with you; it is like a brand on a cow it is yours personally.

When I speak from the heart on this subject I think of my old neighbor in Nevada. He refused to hear or read on this subject. That for me is a like black man can speak to a black man, but not to a white. Is he speaking up to me or down to me? If you don’t pay attention to color, or subjects, it is possible to get a rounded education. You do not have to be a chicken to study eggs.

We receive this gift but learn to develop it as we grow and become adults. This third awareness or intelligence can be voiced as something one must study or practice to learn to use it. I say that is garbage, that was a gift and the only thing necessary for us to use it is the want.

Perhaps if I were to tell you that if you will listen to your conscience you would be better off.

We are actually three people in one, we have a body which everyone acknowledges, we have a soul; that some accept, and I say we have a third gift one that is explained in the bible that man was made in the image of God but I say that image is not just a physical only, look it has a depth and not spoken of.

Let me try to explain it another way. I need not speak of the body we all understand that. Let me take one second to say the soul the very existence that is our basic structure and it is the part that is taken to haven when we die. Those that do not want to dwell in life after death those that refuse to acknowledge a God can easily say it is not so. I know a few of those and you could not convince them in this lifetime that there is more. So, I leave them to there own believes and say that the third person I speak of is not either one of those but the part that is within us and we call it a conscience, but it is a part of us to be considered not just the body, but this can stand outside the body and watch and direct our very lives.

It is the total of the love, the hate, the happiness, it is what we want to be. Ever walk up to someone and know they are going to be your friend? How about the other side when you meet someone you do not even want to be close to them. That my friends is the third person I am trying to being into light. I am that vessel that you see the soul will leave here and return but the physical body and the part that I  would like others to see is that which is a part of us and no one speaks of it.

Have I crossed a limit of that which I am allowed to speak of? Is the world so shallow that we are no longer allowed to speak out own thoughts? If I am wrong and you do not agree with me does that prevent me from speaking? I do not think for one minute that my entering into heaven will have one thing to do with rather you believe me or not.

A Messenger,

Verl K.